#and even then you should probably just bury the candy with them

[scintillyyy]

the thing is i *don't* want tim to be angry and hold a grudge over the events of red robin, but if we're going to have him be angry i at least want the anger to be over something that really matters, y'know.

like the fact that dick probably raided tim's secret candy stash while tim was gone.

#like in dick's defense he was extra stressed in part due to tim so tim probably did owe him one #but at the same time you don't touch another person's secret candy stash unless they're dead #and even then you should probably just bury the candy with them #so in the end they probably both owe the other an apology #it's k they'll duke it out and get over it with a philly cheesesteak and a bag of swedish fish

[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)

#lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee minho smut #lee minho x reader #minho smut #skz smut #skz imagines

[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

--

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

--

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

--

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

--

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

--

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #scaramouche x you #scara x reader #modern #modern au #high school #shy reader #scaramouche x shy reader #✦ -- scaramouche #yandere au #yandere #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin #tw stalking #text fic #chat fic #texting

[luna0713hunter]

Some night,sleep comes easily to you.

On those nights,you don't need to do much;just the comfort of your bed,and a warm cup of tea is enough to lull you to sleep. On those nights,your dreams are vivid;a sound of laughter and a sunny sky. Everything seems easy on those nights.

But right now,as you lay in your bed and stare up at the ceiling in the dark,you wished it was one of those nights as well. But as the clock blinks and shows you the slightly too bright digits of 2:00 AM,and the several empty cups of tea,you know you wont get any sleep that night. And on the nights you can't sleep,dark thoughts always swarm your mind.

You turn your head away from the ceiling,only to bury it in the pillow by your head;and when you take a deep breath,the familiar scent of lavender makes you slightly dizzy.

Gods above,you miss Izana so bad.

Your boyfriend had texted you a few hours ago that he would be late,so you should head to bed first. But both of you knew that was impossible;ever since you two started going out, sleeping without one another was an impossible task. Ever since you experienced how it feels to have Izana's arm wrapped around your waist,your legs intertwined,and him whispering silly things in your ear only to make you giggle,you stopped bothering to sleep alone.

With another sigh,you turn your face completely in his pillow and you will yourself to not cry;Izana had his own stuff to worry about,he didn't need your whining right now.

You're so lost in thoughts that when you hear the familiar hum of the engine,you think you're only imagining things;after all, your boyfriend wont be home until the dawn,and you doubt anyone is stupid enough to go after you.

But when you hear not one,but three gentle taps to your closed window,you immediately jump out of bed and rush toward it. With a slight grunt,you push the windows open and let out a surprised gasp.

"Hey there, princess." Izana's silver hair shines brightly under the faint moonlight,but his grin is more blinding than any light. He's holding small pebble, seemingly having them thrown at your window "care for a ride?"

With a excited squeal,you rush down the stairs;still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts as you burst through the front door.

Izana's grin widens as he spots you,and immediately opens his arms for you. He lets out a low whistle when he sees what you're wearing.

"is that mine, babygirl?"

You let out a breathless laugh when he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"want it back?"

"heck no," his response is immediate as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, "if you take it off I literally might die. In fact," he lets go of you for a moment before shrugging his jacket off and wrapping it around your smaller form. His grin is lazy and his violet eyes are hazy as he speaks next,

"looking good there, Captain."

Your cheeks flush deep red and you slap his bicep playfully; earning a loud laughter from your boyfriend. Your eyes soften when you see how young Izana actually looks like this;free with small tears on the corner of his eyes. And suddenly, you're leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

Izana lets out a surprised noise,but immediately kisses you back. His lips taste like strawberry,and you're guessing he probably had those candies he loves so much.

When you finally part,both of your cheeks are flushed,and a silly smile rests on your lips. Izana pecks your lips one last time before giving you the extra helmet he got for you when you started dating.

"ready to go, princess?"

You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze once

"lets go, pretty boy."

And even on the nights where you cant sleep, you'll be ok.

For my lovely @milky-aeons

#izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #izana kurokawa x reader

[thesoleilla]

Hello I am very fond of your writing style lately and wanted to drop a request :) I would really like if you do one this in Gojo or Dazai

Going on shopping with them

Writing their name on their palm

slow dancing

souvenir from travels

Please I will really appreciate if you did any two of them or just club them all in one up to you how you do them. Hope you have a great day <333

Souvenir from a trip | Dazai x Reader

Masterlist

As a member of a detective agency, Dazai often had to travel around Japan which meant, he was away a lot, leaving you alone, in an empty miserable apartment.

Everytime he came back, your home filled up with life again. Sure, he made a mess, but that was what made this damn apartment feel like home. It felt as if he never left. And he himself acted like he never left. Never once did he say he missed you, or even told you about what he did. He never even asked what you did, which hurt the most. He simply didn't seem to care. Perhaps he did, maybe he didn't. You thought dating him would help uncover all of the mysteries, turns out he just created others. He probably did care, you knew it, but never getting that simple confirmation made you ache. You weren't asking for much, just wanted to be sure he missed you, and that life was harder without you.

As a result of this behaviour, here you were, sitting on the couch of your empty apartment, among the many candy wrappers and papers, mindlessly watching the tv, or more like zoning out to the TV. If someone asked, you wouldn't even be able to tell them what you were watching. But it brought a bit of light to your eyes, action to this place, the only bit of life you could get.

You just craved life, and seeing other humans interacting on your stream made it feel slightly more real.

That was, until you heard the tingling sound of keys unlocking the door. Right, today was the day he was supposed to come back - somehow, you managed to forget that piece of information. Maybe you just... didn't care anymore. Usually, you'd be rushing towards the door to greet him excitedly, but you simply couldn't find the strength for that right now. It just happened too many times. You knew he wouldn't reciprocate your excitement, why even try? And so, you just kept sitting on that damn couch, occasionally sneaking a pic at the door being opened.

"Y/NNNN!!! Oh, how I've missed you!!!" ... Huh? Dazai was now rushing towards you, a big bag in his hands, which he carefully put down on the table before purposefully falling down on top of you, hugging you tight.

"...What are you doing?"

"What? Am I not allowed to miss my sweet, dearest Y/N?!" He faked his shock dramatically, which would usually make you cheer up and forget everything. Unfortunately, today wasn't usual.

"...Why now, out of nowhere?"

"Because I, Dazai Osamu, the greatest boyfriend ever, got back my souvenirs!" He kept up his dramatic theatrical tone, which started working on you.

"Got back...? 'samu, you better explain yourself."

"Open the bag, and you'll find the answer your heart desires!" He said, almost forcing the bag into your hands, and, oh Lord was it heavy.

You eventually started looking inside, finding a souvenir from every place he has been too in the past few years. Mugs, badges, keychains, patches... You name it, he had it.

"Why not give me this before..?"

Dazai rolled his eyes "Alas, you should refer to the very evil coworker Kunikkida who kept taking them from me and said I could only have them back when I was done with my work!"

You rolled your eyes as well, sighing and chuckling before burying your face into his chest.

"You're an idiot sometimes. I was scared, dumbass... Why did you never tell me you missed me though?"

Dazai pushed up imaginary glasses onto his nose with a slug grin. "Well, that would be meaningless without a gift wouldn't it?"

You chuckled at his antics, squeezing him tighter.

"Well, don't do that again. You scared the crap out of me.."

"Okay, I promise." He let go of his over the top tone, almost whispering as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Heyyy! Heavily apologize for the very late response, as always, I'm still catching up on requests and just don't have a lot of times to dedicate to writing. Hope you enjoyed this, you all take care and have a great day!

After today, you found yourself with an healthier relationship, and a whole lot of mugs.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd fic #bsd x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd x y/n #bsd x you

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

omegaverse nursing

feral omega murder-nanny Jason and pup Damian in the League

Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "YJ accidental baby acquisition":

"Thank you," Tim says, dropping the swab into the evidence bag. Kenley eyes him sourly for a last long moment, then makes a point of looking at Vic instead. Tim feels distinctly ignored. 

That's definitely not because Kenley's stopped seeing him as a potential threat, he knows, and can't help suspecting it's that they trust Kon more than they don't trust him. 

Or they think Kon's going to be easier to manipulate than the rest of them, given the clone factor, and–

"You're doing good, Kenley," Kon says, giving Kenley another gentle little squeeze. Tim remembers, again, how quickly he had that name to hand. "Want a lollipop or something after this? Gar's probably got some kicking around if Bart doesn't.” 

"Why?" Kenley asks. 

"This is basically your first doctor's appointment," Kon says reasonably. "Lollipops are traditional, right?" 

". . . hm," Kenley says, brow just barely creasing assessingly. 

"Kon, they've never eaten anything in their life and you want to start them off with candy?" Cassie asks, putting her hands on her hips and looking exasperated by the idea. 

"Yeah," Kon replies with a shrug. "Tasting stuff for the first time is really overwhelming, simpler flavors are easier to start with. Not gonna want to order them paneer right now, you know? Maybe get them some of those bottled smoothies to start, actually, on that note. I puked the first couple times I tried eating and I'm pretty sure my teenage stomach was more capable of handling solid food than a kindergarten one is gonna be. Plus sugar tastes good, and Kenley should get to taste something good for their first time." 

"Oh, uh, good idea," Cassie says, blanching slightly. Tim empathizes with the urge to backpedal on saying the wrong thing here. Deeply empathizes. He's not sure it would've even occurred to him to make sure that Kenley's first experience with taste was a positive one or that they might have trouble with solid food right off the bat, himself. 

Kon's "ours" comment is both making more and more sense and also is probably for the best, at this point. 

“What flavor do you wanna try?” Bart asks Kenley, peering curiously at them. “Wonder Girl's favorite is cherry and mine's orange and Robin's is green apple, so you might like one of those or you could try–” 

“Mango,” Kenley says, burying their face in Kon's chest and gripping his jacket again. 

. . . that's Kon's favorite, Tim knows. 

And he'd be a lot less concerned by that choice if Bart had actually mentioned that fact. Especially because mango is a much, much more specific and unusual candy flavor than something like grape or lemon.

#meme #wip wednesday #omegaverse #I have not finished all of last week's WIP Wednesday asks but will that stop me from doing this week? no it will not #also yes this is absolutely the childcare edition of WIP Wednesday #no shame no regrets #wip: yj accidental baby acquisition #little bit cheating this week but shhhhh NaNoWriMo has kicked my ass so we're compromising lol

[abiiors]

Crush

In which Matty is a lil pining idiot who has a massive crush. This is a work of fiction because Matty Healy is in fact 🤏🏼this tall.

It’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage. 

They’re in a city they’ve played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. The backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; George sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. Ross is nowhere to be found, probably out having a cigarette break and Hann chats with some of the backing artists. 

Matty sits and watches. 

He knows you’re far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. Your staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time you dash past him and his heart squeezes every time you throw a casual smile at others.

‘You’re running around like a headless chicken,’ he calls out as soon as you’re in hearing distance. 

You stagger to a stop, look at him with a raised eyebrow, ‘yea well,’ you shrug, ‘I have a million last-minute things to look at.’

He knows it’s literally your job but in this moment, all he wants is for you to sit next to him (better yet, for you to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. About anything and everything. But then a small smile blooms on your face and his heart skips a beat. 

‘Your tie is so wonky,’ you chuckle a bit and gesture for him to stand up. 

It’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing his tie off by just the slightest. It happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing but then he saw how it irked you and how you were dying to fix it. How close you both stood while your fingers worked deftly at the knot. He remembers jokingly thinking about how he adores you even with your hands around his neck. 

And now he does it on purpose, wears his tie just crooked enough to irk you so you would come over and fix it for him. But he has to be careful not to do it every time. And on days he ties a perfect knot, he constantly dreams about your soft hands gently undoing it.

‘Oh, so you know all about ties now?’ he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. A faint scent of jasmine washes over him, your shampoo or your body lotion, he doesn’t know but his mind has started associating the scent with you and you alone. 

‘Do you want me to fix it or not?’ you challenge and he nods so fast that he’s sure he looks unhinged. 

He worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time. You were clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on you. He’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this. 

‘I should be charging you for this,’ you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling and his brain short circuits. 

For one, you’ve just teased back and now all he can think about is biting your lip while holding you in his arms. 

The height difference between you means that every time you look up at him, it’s through your eyelashes. His lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. And he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply. So he has to collect little bits and pieces of you whenever he can and store them like stolen candy. 

‘There,’ you say, once you’re done and give him a little pat on his chest, ‘now you look all handsome again.’

Him. Handsome. You think he looks handsome. And he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

‘Oh god, don’t smile at me like that,’ you blurt out. It’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud but your eyes widen. And your cheeks turn pink in an instant. 

‘Why?’ he feigns arrogance, Matty Healy seamlessly slipping into truman black, ‘does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?’

You roll your eyes but don’t take a step back, you don’t even move your hands from his chest. Which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing. 

‘You okay?’ you ask and he watches your brows furrow in concern. You're definitely onto him.  

Shit. Shit. Shit. He has to think on his feet and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus! 

‘Just nervous about the show?’ 

It comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. You know he has played here like four times before. You know he has everything rehearsed and ready to go and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his heart pound like this. 

You give him a sceptical look and open your mouth, about to say something but someone calls your name. Both your gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. Matty feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at you with anything but adoration but then his gaze snaps back to you. 

‘I gotta go,’ you give him a small apologetic smile, ‘but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.’ Before he knows what’s happening, you stand on your toes and press a tiny kiss on his cheek. And just like, you’re gone, running around the set once again. 

In a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. Multiple neurons in his body are misfiring and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff. 

He wonders if he should follow you and kiss you hard enough that he will taste you for days. He wonders if you taste like the cherry lip gloss you use. Then he worries that you’re just a friendly, affectionate person. And finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from you. 

‘Alright, mate?’ Ross appears, finally back from his cigarette break and Matty has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. He just sticks to nodding absentmindedly and clears his throat.

It’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

And now all he can think about is crooked ties and cherry-flavoured lips. 

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(yes, i put another lyrical reference in there. are we surprised?)

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matthew healy #matthew healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fluff #fluff writing #x reader #fluff

[lonesome-witching]

A Play in Three Acts

This might have been the most ambitious prompt I've gotten so far. Which is why this is quite long. Shockingly long actually. And I even tried to shorten it. Thank you for the prompt @allnewtpir. Hope this fits with what you had in mind.

You can send me prompts or find the previous ones right here.

Robin’s mom had often described her love story as a play in three acts. It was a story Robin had grown sick of. As a child she had hoped she’d be granted the same type of love story. But that was before her mother had started to sound like a broken record and long before Robin realized she’d never be granted that same fairytale. Because Robin wasn’t like her mother, she wasn’t like most girls. And while some saw that as a blessing, Robin knew it as a curse. So, she’d bury that stupid play in three acts into the depths of her memory and hoped it would fade away.

But it never did. She could still recount the three acts and how they were supposed to unfold. 

Act I

The first meeting 

The first time Robin met Nancy wasn’t really the first time they met. Their real first time meeting was in kindergarten when each of the children in the circle had been forced to state their name as they were introduced to each other. Nancy had been sitting neatly on her chair, her hands clasped in her lap and Robin had thought she looked so mature. She herself had sat with one leg pulled up on her chair and hugging her knee, a habit she still hadn’t gotten rid off. 

But it wasn’t about that first meeting. It was about the first time they really met, the first time they actually spoke to each other, the moment they went from strangers to acquaintances. 

That happened at the beginning of Christmas break 1984. Robin had been in no mood to leave the house, the cold kept biting into her skin whenever she so much as opened a window. But despite the fact her winter coat had torn at the seams, her parents thought it was a great idea for Robin to walk to the grocery store for some last minute shopping. Very last minute, seeing as her extended family was already on the way to Hawkins. 

So, Robin found herself wandering around the endless isles of chips and drinks and candies. She was searching for orange juice when she noticed her. Standing in front of the fridge filled with different brands of orange juice and sodas stood Nancy Wheeler, eyes glazed over, staring at something beyond the glass. 

“Are you alright?” Robin approached cautiously, keeping her voice low and kind. She never liked being pulled out of her own concentration and she probably wouldn’t have even said anything if she didn’t need the access to that particular fridge. 

Nancy jumped back, her eyes now directed at Robin. She wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful or ashamed to have Nancy’s attention. 

“Huh?” Nancy frowned and Robin thought she might have been crying. 

“Are you alright?” Robin repeated, just as soft as before. 

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” 

She didn’t look fine. “Are you sure? Because I’m not. My partners are being… they’re acting like they know how they’re supposed to act but all it’s doing is making me do stuff I don’t want to do. Like I didn’t even want to leave the house today and I begged them to not invite my drunk aunt over for Christmas but mother knows best, you know? She does whatever she likes and then pretends it’s for my own good.” Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why was she still talking? 

“Who are you?” Nancy asked and somehow Robin sensed that Nancy was wondering the same thing, why was she still talking to her? 

“Robin. Robin Buckley. We have chemistry. The class. We have chemistry class together at school. Hawkins High.” She refrained herself from adding Go, Tigers to her speech. 

“Right.” 

“Sorry, you probably have your own holidays to get to, let me just…” She pointed her thumb toward the fridge and Nancy stepped aside. 

Robin looked at the different selection of bottles. She wasn’t sure which one her cousins would prefer. At least she assumed she was buying it for the minors and not for some type of special cocktail her mom was thinking up. Those never tasted good. She noticed a bottle that looked somewhat familiar, maybe a brand her parents had bought her when she was a kid. Her hands grabbed it, all under the watchful eye of Nancy Wheeler. 

She knew Nancy was still watching her, could feel those blue eyes staring holes in the side of her face, which is exactly why she continued staring at the bottle she now held in her hands. 

“Robin?” Something had changed in Nancy’s voice and Robin wanted to learn what it was. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you have anywhere to be right now?” 

Act II

Strangers to friends

Everything had changed after that first meeting. When school started up in January, Nancy sought her out. Third period on Monday, Nancy dropped down in the seat next to Robin for their shared chemistry class with a shy smile. Robin’s own smile bright enough to light up the Christmas tree her parents forgot to take down. 

“Is this okay?” Nancy had asked. 

“Of course, this is great.” Robin replied and maybe she shouldn’t have sounded so eager. But her words eased the tension in Nancy’s shoulders and she really couldn’t regret anything that had that effect. 

So, they sat together during chemistry. And then they started sitting together during lunch twice a week. Mondays and Thursdays, the two lunches Nancy’s boyfriend spent in the darkroom to develop pictures. And then they started sitting together during lunch all the time. Even when Jonathan sat next to her, Nancy’s attention wouldn’t waver from Robin. And then they started calling each other, late at night. 

It was during those calls that Robin really got to know Nancy. Somehow the distance between them made it easier for Nancy to open up. Robin learned that Nancy wanted to become a journalist, that she’d always loved writing in any capacity but that with age and experience she had gotten addicted to diving into mysteries and unraveling them for all to see. Robin had wanted to ask about this experience but she had bitten her tongue. 

She learned that Nancy didn’t like the cold. And the way she had said it made Robin wonder if there was a reason for it. 

She learned that Barb hadn’t run away. The night they had that conversation they both ended up crying on the phone until they fell asleep. According to Nancy, Barb had gotten into an accident. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Robin didn’t want to accept this answer but she didn’t really have a choice. 

She learned that Nancy was determined and stubborn and smart. She learned that Nancy didn’t see herself that same way. She learned that maybe deep down she was falling in love with Nancy. 

And then summer approached and Nancy got a wonderful internship at the Hawkins Post, she had been ecstatic when she called Robin to tell her the good news, and Robin… Well, Robin had applied to every single store that had opened at the mall and had only gotten a chance from Scoops Ahoy. It hadn’t been her first choice, or her second or third, but it was a job and she needed the money. 

Nancy had been sitting on the Buckley couch when Robin had gotten the call. Nancy had seen the way Robin wasn’t all that excited for her own summer endeavors. And Nancy had tried to cheer her up instantly. 

And Robin had appreciated it. 

It was only when she learned that Nancy had gotten Jonathan a spot at the paper that something started to burn in her chest. It hadn’t helped that she had been informed of that on the same day Steve Harrington was hired at Scoops Ahoy. She’d be spending her summer with her nemesis while Nancy and Jonathan got to live out their dream, and it stung a little. 

It stung a little less when Nancy came into Scoops Ahoy on her days off. Always right around Robin��s lunch break. Always ordering a different flavor and tipping royally. Always wearing a skirt. 

“And I know I shouldn’t care what they think but it’s too much for me to take at this point. It’s humiliating.” Nancy pushed a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“Who said you shouldn’t care?” Robin frowned at her lunch, no ice cream for her, she’d gotten sick of the treat after two weeks. 

“Jonathan. He said I shouldn’t care because they don’t know what they’re talking about but-”

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. I mean yeah, fuck these man for talking shit about you. You are better than them. But that doesn’t mean they should just get away with it. You’re brilliant and they should regret ever saying otherwise.” 

Maybe that had been a bit too much. There would come a moment when Nancy saw right through her and maybe that would be now. Because Nancy was looking at her with her mouth slightly agape, the spoon still resting on her tongue and her eyes wide. 

“Thank you. I think I really needed to hear that. Jonathan keeps telling me to suck it up because it’s such an amazing experience but I can’t just sit still and look pretty and do nothing.” 

Okay maybe Robin got away with it this time. 

“Don’t suck it up, Nance. Stand up for yourself. If you think there is potential in this article then write it and please, Nance, don’t give up. If Jonathan won’t stand by your side, I will.”

Nancy smiled. “Enough about me, tell me about your week. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

So Robin did. “Somehow Steve is getting worse at flirting and I didn’t know that was possible. I still can’t believe he got you to date him.” 

“He was different in high school, you know that.” 

“Was he really that different?” 

“I guess so.” 

And maybe it was wishful thinking but there almost seemed to be a new glint, a new spark, in Nancy’s eyes. 

Act III

Love confessions

“Have you ever been in love?” Robin wasn’t sure where the words came from. Maybe because in the back of her mind a soft voice kept chanting Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. 

“Yep, Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” Steve followed the words with a sound that must be mimicking a gun. And Robin felt her own heart break. 

Somehow she and Steve had become friends. Through the translations and the scheming and the Russian layer with its doctors and drugs, it really wasn’t that hard to bond. 

“Oh my God, she’s such a priss.” And maybe the truth serum was wearing off because she didn’t really mean that. Nancy was more than a priss. 

“Turns out, not really.” 

Robin wanted to know more. But her own envy got in the way. She couldn’t bear to hear of all that Steve and Nancy had gotten up to. 

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” 

Please say no, please say no, please for the love of God say no. 

“No.” 

Oh thank God.

“Why not?” How could anyone not be in love with Nancy Wheeler? 

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” What? “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying ‘you know you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie’-“

“Wait, who’s Suzie?” Robin interrupted.

“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s even real. But that’s not- that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is there is this girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I… didn’t even talk to in school.” 

Oh God no, don’t say that. Robin exhaled, feeling this anxious tension crawl up her body. 

“And I don’t even know why. Maybe cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or… I wouldn’t be… prom king. It’s stupid, I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyway. Because when I think about it I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed… in a really long time.”

Robin couldn’t help but smile a little. She did like Steve. She liked Steve a lot. Just not like this. She had finally found her people. Nancy and Steve. And yet she had fallen in love with the first one and was about to be forced to reject the other. Life wasn’t fair. 

“And she’s smart. Way smarter than me. You know, she can crack, like, top secret Russian codes and… you know? She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever even met before.” 

Goddamit Steve! Why? 

Robin put her head in between her knees. She was going to throw up. 

“Robin?” Steve knocked on the wooden stall. Robin looked up, but Steve couldn’t see that. He couldn’t see the uncomfortable smile on her face. “Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No.” Robin sighed heavily. “I… am still alive.” Unfortunately. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. 

And then Steve was sliding under the stall toward her. 

“The floor is disgusting.” Robin said, more out of instinct than anything else. She’d never been good at keeping her mouth shut. 

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so… What do you think?” 

“About?”

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome.” 

“She is awesome. And what about the guy?” 

“I think he’s on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight.” 

“Really? Cause I think he’s thinking a lot more clearly than usual.” 

“He’s not.” Robin prided herself on her stern gaze. “Look… he doesn’t even know this girl. And if he did know her, like- like really know her, I don’t think he’d even want to be her friend.” Was she actually doing this? Was she actually about to confess her biggest secret to Steve Harrington in the dirty Starcourt mall bathroom. 

“No, that’s not true. No way is that true.” Steve leaned forward. 

“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends.” 

“Robin, that’s exactly why I like you.” 

Oh God, she was actually going to do this. “Steve, earlier when I talked about being jealous and, like, obsessed, it wasn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because you got to kiss her.” 

“Who?” 

“Nancy Wheeler. You got to kiss her and hold her and you got to call her yours. And all I can do is be her friend and endure the lengthy conversations about her boyfriend just so she’ll look at me. Because it might be torture to hear about Jonathan or about what things were like with you, but it is worth it for that smile on her face and that spark in her eyes. I’d give everything for her to feel that way about me.” 

“What?” The door to the bathroom fell shut. Steve and Robin turned their heads towards the intrusion. There stood Nancy Wheeler for once sporting a pair of high waisted pants and a black and red striped shirt. 

“Nancy?” Robin exhaled the name. “I can explain.” 

“Okay.” Nancy stood there blinking at her and Robin wasn’t sure she could explain, her mind was still fuzzy. 

“What are you doing here?” She said instead and maybe she should have started with that question. She crawled to her feet. 

“Dustin, he radioed. He was worried. I rushed over as soon as I could. Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, just injected with truth serum.” Robin chuckled uncomfortably.

“Is that why you said… what you said?” 

Robin wasn’t sure what to reply. She wasn’t even sure that was why she had said it. Indirectly it surely had been the cause. So, for perhaps the first time in her life, Robin said nothing. 

“Robin, do you like me?” Nancy took a careful step forward. 

“Of course I like you, we’re friends. I like my friends, everyone likes their friends.” She quickly looked at Steve but saw nothing but confusion on his face. 

“That’s not what I meant.” Another step. 

“Oh.” 

“Robin, do you like me?” Nancy repeated, slowly closing the distance between them. 

Her mouth felt dry, like she had been roaming the desert instead of a Russian layer under the local mall. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t get a word out. With a resigned sigh she nodded her head. 

“Oh God.” Nancy exhaled as if she had been holding her breath. “That’s good. That is so good.” She laughed softly. 

“It is?” Robin croaked out. 

“I thought… I thought I was imagining things. That you were just being nice when you complimented me and made grand speeches but now I know I wasn’t going crazy.” 

“You weren’t.” 

“I like you too, Robin.” 

“You what?” Robin nearly shouted the words. There was no way. Nancy must have misunderstood her. 

“I like you. You listen and you always know what to say. You know a little bit about everything, you’re so smart. You’re so beautiful. How could I not like you?” Nancy was standing close now, very close. 

“But you’re Nancy Wheeler?” 

“I am.” 

“What about Jonathan?” 

“We broke up. He didn’t understand me. Not like you do.” Nancy was staring up at her through her lashes. And then she was leaning in, closing the last bit of distance between them and pressing her lips against Robin’s in a featherlight kiss. 

“Oh my God, I’m never going to hear the end of this.” Steve groaned. 

“What?” Robin had almost forgotten he was there. 

“I’ve been flirting with girls all summer and they’ve all turned me down. You flirt with one girl and she ends up kissing you. We both know you are never shutting up about this, Robin.” 

Nancy laughed as she intertwined their hands.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic #ficlet

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Undertaker, Ronald, Edward and Charles Grey comforting their gf who lost their young niece in an accident(my 9 year old niece was killed nearing 2 years ago when a driver fell asleep at the wheel and jumped the curb)

I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetheart :(

and I hope that this is in some way healing for you! it actually felt kind of healing for me too-

I remember when my ex's young niece (I can't remember how old she was, four or five maybe) was killed, it's been at least five or six years now, and while I was never that close with his family in general, I still do remember the times I was over at his house for the parties where a low of his family was there and I got to play with his niece and, even though we weren't very close, I still remember her tiny smile and laugh

may both those darling little angels rest in peace and be forever remembered ❤️

It just… makes him sick to think about, you know? For a child who had their whole life ahead of her, someone who had so many people who love her, to be taken out of the world in an instant, it’s unfair. He’s in shock from the news, not only for (Name) and her emotions, but also likely because he’d undoubtedly met her niece. Played with her, spoke to her, sang her songs, looked after her. Even if it wasn’t a long time since they met, he still had a bond with the little girl. There’s no way he’s leaving his beloved’s side, no matter what that means. He’ll hold her and do anything she needs him to do. He has no words of comfort to offer except for something that tastes hollow coming out of his mouth: “At least she’s not suffering anymore. She’s with God now, my love.” Whether or not that’s any solace depends on his S/O. Regardless, he’s here for her. He’s not going anywhere, and if she didn’t know before that she could count on him in times of extreme stress, she knows now that she can.

How, but…? He just saw (Niece) the other day. This isn’t right… it can’t have happened so quickly, can it? He gets hit harder with shock than his S/O, because he’s almost in denial that she’s gone. It’s no question that he’s been around that little girl, gently teasing her and impressing her with his fencing and things like that. Despite that she wasn’t his blood, she was close enough. His focus rapidly shifts from his own feelings to (Name)’s, because after all, this was her niece. She was closer to that child than he was, she spent more time with her. This must be devastating, so he makes sure he’s there for her. He makes sure Phipps and John and Ash can handle everything for Her Majesty, then Grey takes his darling home. If anyone so much as makes a comment that it was ‘only’ her niece (“be thankful it wasn’t your daughter or something, then you’d really be sad”), they’ll find themselves staring down his sword. Whatever she needs him to do, he’ll do it. No questions, no judgment, just support.

Fuckin’… that just ain’t right. It’s not. Everyone else can tell him till they’re blue in the face that the universe works in mysterious ways and all that shite, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t think an aunt should have to bury her niece, or a mother her daughter. That little girl probably knew him as ‘Uncle Ronnie’, because he loves children and was very friendly with her. Although he might have kept his distance from (Name)’s family in general, because he doesn’t want to put them in danger just by being near them, he came around often enough to know (Niece); he’d always have a piece of candy in his pocket when he knew he’d be visiting his S/O, just in case (Niece) happened to be there too. It makes him angry and sad and he knows he shouldn’t be angry because it was an accident. He just sort of wants someone to blame. Having someone to blame makes it easier… only he knows it really doesn’t. He’ll actually go so far as to shirk his duties completely, (when usually he at least half-asses them) so that he can comfort (Name). He’s bad with comfort, though, so she’s… she’s got to tell him what she needs. If she does that, he’ll make it happen. This is just such a mess, he doesn’t want her to go to a dark place she can never come back from.

… Tragedy. Awful, Goddamn, bloody tragedy. That’s the only word for it that he can conjure up. That’s the only word that exists for something like this. Cases where he had to reap the soul of a child are those which are burned into his brain from his previous work, and burned in further are the children’s funerals he’s presided over in his current work. He hates it. The loss of a little one is something he feels so heavily, no matter who that child was. ‘There’s always a reason for these things,’ the higher-up Reapers would tell him, but he can’t believe that. He remembers (Niece) all too well, the way he would play with her and tell her jokes and sit in on her tea parties when his darling had her around. He tries so hard to be brave for her, whisking her to privacy and offering to her family that he’ll take care of everything for (Niece)’s funeral; no payment of any kind necessary. (He never takes any payment for the little ones, anyway.) And he makes sure to take care of everything, keeping his S/O fed and cleanly dressed and whatever else she needs. She’s going to be able to grieve in peace, dammit. At the same time… this is the inspiration behind his Bizarre Dolls, that grief, a perfect subject. Who would deserve to be brought back from death, if not a child whose life was taken too soon? He’s… simply not sure if he can bring himself to corrupt his precious (Name)’s beloved niece in that way.

#child death tw #twilightlover2007 #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Edward #Grey #Ronald #Undertaker #reaction #romantic #platonic #angst #hurt/comfort #UGHHHHHH my heart :'c #one hell of a queue

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

Update #37... or whatever number I'm up to now. Either way, I've got a few new items to show off today! Some new, some old, and some I didn't expect to find!

First off, this Jumbo Gummy Easter candy, from "Galerie"! I just happened to stumble upon it while helping my mother with her grocery shopping. I was in kind of a rush, so I didn't have time to check if they made any of the other pups. I have to imagine they have some of at least Chase and/or Skye. It cost $5 (a little pricey, imo).

To tell you the truth, I don't know if I want to eat this. I might try to preserve it... if possible, anyway. It wouldn't be the first editable piece of merchandise that's sitting among my collection. Probably won't be the last, either. It's a good thing my folks never bought me a Marshall cake for my birthday, otherwise I'd probably try to save that, too. 😂

Next up... this plush! I actually found it while browsing around a Goodwill for something. Before I left, I figured I'd take a quick peek at the toy section, since they tend to have a few PAW Patrol dolls from time to time. I only seen a few of Chase at first, but then out of the corner of my eye, I seen this thing, somewhat buried under a bunch of other dolls. It was only $2, so... sold! :)

Funnily enough, it's actually quite similar to another plush doll I bought a few years back, only smaller. Now that I think about it, these aren't the only dolls I own that have a bigger and little version. I wonder why they do that sometimes? Hm...

Moving on, here's yet another plush doll I found! It's by TY, unless I'm mistaken. This one was found at a flea market, although it was a tad more expensive ($5). However, what's funny is that...

...it, too has a bigger version! And a smaller one, as well (I feel like these are the most common). It's like we've got the eldest brother, the middle child, and the younger sibling. An interesting set!

I was tempted to move the bigger plush for a better side-by-side comparison, but with so many dolls around it, I figured it was best I just keep things where they're at. Otherwise, moving it might give us something akin to a Marshall wipeout, and I don't want to pick them all up from the floor right now. lol

Last, and a rather unexpected find, I must say... a Marshall "Born Brave" ceramic coffee cup! To be honest, I had no idea this even existed until I seen it on Mercari about a week ago. Despite my best efforts, I can't find any indication of where this came from, who sells it, if it belongs in a set, if they made some of the other pups... nothing!

I believe it's official, since most knock-off or home-made products don't include stuff like this on the bottom. It says it was made in 2023, so that tells me it's not too old. Have any of you seen these in stores?

In any case, it's pretty cool coffee cup! I believe it can hold 11oz, which is pretty standard for these things. The picture, itself isn't the highest of quality, but that's no biggie. I actually wouldn't mind using it, since I still drink a lot of tea (and cappuccinos... too many cappuccinos...), but I hate the thought of it getting damaged, so it's going up on my shelf for now. Maybe if I can find another one someday, then I'll use it.

...again, IF I can find another. 😅

That's all for now! I apologize for the inconsistent quality and brightness of some of the pics. I forgot to turn the flash on for the first pic, no flash made everything pink around the gummy, and the flash made the dolls look too dark so I had to adjust the brightness in Photoshop. My TracFone camera just doesn't cut it sometimes... maybe I should invest in something better someday.

#PAW Patrol #PAWPatrol #Marshall #Marshall Paw Patrol #MarshallPawPatrol #Paw Patrol Marshall #PawPatrolMarshall

[kinfanfiction]

Bernard x Elf!Reader - Chapter 8 - Christmas Eve Party

A/N: MERRY XMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Never have I ever written something this cheesy.

     Finally, the year long awaited Christmas Eve had arrived. Today the focus was on getting Santa ready to takeoff. Once he left the North Pole, the elves could celebrate! Though, that morning the only thing you could think about was if you were ready to face Bernard after everything you’d realized the day before. You now knew you saw your best friend in a different light than you had before, and you knew he felt the same, but you were far too terrified to confront him, and clearly he was terrified too. Realizing you had romantic feelings for your best friend was one thing, but continuing to feel the full effects of those romantic feelings flood through you felt so new, and it made you uneasy because you were scared of change. That’s why you’d stuck to the same routine for hundreds of years.

     Unfortunately, you wouldn’t have a chance to even think of addressing such an emotionally daunting circumstance until Santa flew off on his sleigh. So, you stuck to your current routine, trying to make yourself comfortable. You got dressed for work, made yourself a morning cup of cocoa, ate a leftover cookie, and walked to work. Your first line of business was to check on the reindeer, so you began by making sure all of the reindeer were in shape for the journey. They’d been kept on a healthy diet all week, and now they just needed to fly around a bit, so you let them out to stretch their legs and takeoff around the North Pole, and once they felt rejuvenated, they came back to the ground. You pet them and gave them words of encouragement, extra carrots, and lots of water, then you walked back inside to make sure all was going well on that front. 

     Bernard had thought a lot about the night before. The way you inspected him was confusing, and then you kissed him on the cheek! Which was even more unexpected. He felt as if he was going to faint when you’d done that, you never had before. He of course strictly attributed the action to the mistletoe that had strangely appeared above the two of you. Never for a moment would he have guessed you were responsible for it. He just thought it must’ve been a coincidence. He had yet to see you that day, and figured he probably wouldn’t get a chance to until the evening because suddenly, he had a lot of last minute paperwork that he had to fill out. He was practically buried in it. It seemed a lot of the naughty kids had been working extra hard to work their way back onto the nice list just in time for Christmas. He had to evaluated what had gotten them on the naughty list on the first place, and if what they’d done in the past few days could redeem them. For some, there was no change made, but for others, he figured they had done well working to change their status. He passed his notes onto Santa, so the big man could make the final call.

     You helped ensuring all toys and candies were packaged, wrapped, and ready to go. You, being the oldest elf among them were often selected to give the sleigh a test run to ensure the reindeer weren’t having trouble pulling it, and that all the functions inside the sleigh were working as they should. You flew around for about an hour, to make sure the sleigh didn’t tire easily, and a few elves on the ground watched. You’d done this so many times over the years, so you weren’t as excited about it as you were the first time around. Not to say it wasn’t still fun, but you weren’t beaming and squealing about it like a child would. 

     Once the sleigh was confirmed ready for takeoff, the elves had to make sure every toy and candy made it into Santa’s sack. The second you dropped one in, it disappeared, and you and the other elves dropped in gift by gift until the bag was fully prepared. You put the seemingly empty sack into the back of Santa’s sleigh and, along with a few other elves, you hooked the reindeer up to it. 

     Upstairs, Bernard made sure everything was ready on Santa’s end. For the last time Santa revised his list, and made sure to check it twice with the help of Mrs. Claus. Bernard brought him his coat and hat, and walked with him to the sleigh. On the way he saw you and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He gave you a small smile, which you returned quickly before distracting yourself with the imminent task at hand. Santa finally got on his sleigh and took off, waving to all the elves below, and you waved back. 

     Quickly, the elves cheered and moved to the town hall to throw their annual Christmas Eve party. For the first time in a long time, you and Bernard decided to attend. First, you wanted to dress nicely, so you both went home to change. You dressed in a simple emerald green dress with a fluffy white jacket over it along with some black flats. Bernard had no idea what to wear at first, but eventually he decided that since it was a party, and not a formal event, he would wear a wine red suit with no tie, and a black sweater underneath to keep him warm. 

     Before you left for the party, you grabbed the gift you’d made for Bernard. It was a teddy bear you’d sewn yourself with a hat identical to Bernard’s on his head and a little sweater on just like his to match. You wrapped the bear carefully and brought him with you. You walked to the party on your own, sat down on a nearby couch, took your coat off and waited for Bernard quietly. Judy complimented your dress, sat down beside you, offered you a cup of cocoa, and the two of you talked for while. 

     Bernard, however physically ready, was not mentally prepared to meet you at the party, because he knew tonight he would confess. He talked himself up in the mirror for a little while, and finally checked the time, realizing he had to go. He grabbed your gift and your letter, and he walked to the party. 

     When he finally arrived your face lit up, “Bernard!” You exclaimed, standing up. Judy recognized this moment as her chance to go mingle with the other elves, so she quickly excused herself. He was caught off guard by your fancy dress, and he felt like the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him because you looked absolutely stunning. You always did, of course, but seeing you all dressed up did something to him he couldn’t explain. For you, seeing Bernard in anything other than the sweater he constantly wore was a treat. Even though you loved his signature sweater, he looked incredibly handsome in his suit, and you found yourself suddenly feeling flustered around him for the first time. 

     “Y/n!” He exclaimed back with a grin. “That dress is absolutely stunning on you.” He remarked as he walked towards you. You didn’t know how to respond to his compliment, so you made one of your own. You pulled him just a little closer by his blazer, pretending to be looking more at his suit than him. “I’ve never seen this blazer before. I like it. It suits you.” You joked, and then you laughed at your own joke. 

     Bernard smiled as you laughed, “Thank you.” He could feel himself relaxing the longer he looked at you, and soon the two of you were chatting as you normally would. You explored the snack table, discovering many leftover candy canes that were probably the ones you’d made in a haze the night before. You took some treats and sat down, continuing to talk about your day with Bernard. Once you had finished your food, you hadn’t realized you had a couple crumbs left on your cheek. Bernard, without saying anything, leaned over and brushed them off with his thumb. You paused and looked at him, wide-eyed, and you couldn’t help but blush. He realized he hadn’t explained himself and moved away. “Sorry, you had something on your face-”

     You put a hand up to the place on your cheek where his thumb had been and chuckled nervously, “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.” 

     He shook his head, “No, it was cute.” He assured you, but then he realized he probably shouldn’t have said that. He cleared his throat and corrected himself, “I mean- it’s fine, it happens.” He then awkwardly looked around the room. You couldn’t stop blushing, and every time you felt your face heat up you just thought ‘What is wrong with me?’ You’d literally never felt so easily embarrassed around him before. Why did realizing you’d fallen for him change that? As if perfectly on cue for a good distraction, Frank Sinatra’s version of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” began to play, and so Bernard offered his hand to you. “Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, and you gladly took his hand and nodded.

     Bernard carefully placed his hands on your waist and watched your facial expression for any indication that you were uncomfortable. You weren't, because you were never uncomfortable with him, but you were so nervous and you could feel your newfound feelings growing with every second you spent this close to him. You draped your arms around his neck and as you swayed together, you couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d forced himself to suppress these same overwhelming emotions. 

     He quietly reveled in the moment, secretly hoping there’d be more like it to come. You looked into his eyes, and as your previous confidence faltered, and you felt more vulnerable, he felt more confident than he had in a long time. The tables had turned, and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You stared into his eyes for a while, not saying anything as you swayed from one song into the next. After about 3 songs, the closeness was starting to be too much, and you felt too overcome with built up internal emotions, without having anywhere for you to express or move them externally. Bernard noticed this through a shift in your body language, which made his expression shift to that of a concerned friend, and he let you go. “Is everything alright?” He asked as you took a step back from him. 

     “Can we leave? I don’t know if I can stay here much longer..” You admitted, and he nodded without hesitation.

     “Of course! I’ll get your coat.” He offered, and without another word he walked to the couch where you’d been sitting, grabbed your coat and noticed the gift hidden under the table in front of it. You caught up to him and grabbed the gift yourself. He gently draped the coat over your shoulder and you gave him a kind smile. The two of you left and when you got outside you handed him your present.

     “It’s for you.”

     “I’ll open it when we get to your house, I want to make sure you’re alright.” 

     “I’m alright now.” You spoke softly and then you took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat.

     “So I guess parties aren’t your thing after all?”

     “I guess not.” You agreed with a chuckle.

     “I don’t think I like them all that much either, it was only nice because you were there.” 

     You literally couldn’t stop yourself from blushing every time he said something even remotely nice. He'd been kind to you many times before and you were fine and now not being able to kiss him and break this tension was torture!

     You both made it to your house, and you welcomed him inside so he could sit down and open his gift. He chose to stand because your gift was in his back pocket and he wanted to be extra careful with it. He revealed the teddy bear and as soon as he laid eyes on it you suddenly felt that it was a ridiculous gift. “I know you probably don’t need another teddy bear in your life since you see them almost every day but I just-”

     “The detail on the sweater is incredible! I absolutely love it. Thank you.” He beamed as he spoke before bringing you in for a hug. 

     “Oh! I’m glad you like it.” You said, somehow surprised. 

     “Of course I do, I always cherish your gifts..” He spoke in a gentle tone as he usually did when he talked to you, and now you found yourself melting at the sound. His voice trailed off because now that you’d given him your gift.. it was time to give you his.. He was absolutely terrified. “I.. got you something too..” He said as he pulled out a small, intricate wooden box. He also took out the letter, his hand shaking as he handed them to you. “Open the gift first, then the letter. It’ll make more sense that way.” So, that’s what you did. You gaped at the necklace in your hands, inspecting all the little charms.

     “Oh, it’s beautiful! Wow, I can tell you put a lot of time into this.. The charms are so cute!” You spoke words of admiration, and he smiled, still incredibly nervous. Next, you opened his letter.

“Dear Y/n,

                    I knew if I didn’t write my thoughts down, I’d fail to convey to you, with full honesty, just how much you mean to me. In your hand, I’ve made you a charm necklace. Each charm represents just eight important parts of our relationship. I made a hot cocoa charm, to represent all the meaningful conversations we’ve had while drinking it. A snowflake charm, not only because of where we live, but because the snow makes me think of walking beside you in it. I added an ice skate because skating with you makes me feel young and free again, and both literally and metaphorically, I find myself constantly spinning circles around you. Moon and ocean charms, because you are the moon to my ocean. I could never resist your magnetic pull, and I wouldn’t be as strong without you. There’s a star charm, because I never mind the endless cloudy nights we’ve seen together, because you are the only star I need. I added a gift box charm, because to me you being in my life is the greatest gift of all. Finally, I added a heart, because you have stolen mine. Y/n, I can’t continue to hide that I am completely, utterly in love with you. I’ve had years to think about my feelings for you, at first I wasn’t sure if I was just really glad to be your friend or if I was yearning for something more. Once I had accepted my feelings, I began thinking of this moment and how I wanted it to go. At first, telling you the truth felt impossible. I was, and still am, terrified of ruining our friendship. I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate my romantic feelings, and if you don’t I’ll be perfectly content in being the friend you need. However, if my romantic feelings are reciprocated, I promise to be the perfect best friend AND boyfriend. A two for one deal! But seriously, I promise I’ll never stop loving you, I’ll never stop being there for you as you have been for me all these years. I want to see the world with you. I want to retire with you and move wherever you want to go. Any place on Earth is Heaven to me as long as I’m with you. You mean everything to me. I love you.

                                                               Forever Yours,

                                                                          Bernard.”

     At some point as you were reading, you had to sit down. Bernard was absolutely frozen, afraid to breathe as you took everything in. Luckily, the initial blow of realizing his feelings for you had already come to pass, but the full length of his emotions thoughtfully written out just made you start sobbing. This reaction confused Bernard more than anything, he had half expected you to be disgusted and kick him out, never wanting to speak to him again, and half expected you to just smile or gently tell him that you didn’t feel the same. In spite of his surprise, he immediately sat beside you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I’d make you cry.. What’s wrong? What did I say? If I hurt you somehow I take whatever I said that hurt you back immediately.” He said, panicked and unsure of what to do. You covered your mouth as you cried for a little while, you had no idea love could be like this. All this time you thought of it as either terrifying or unnecessary, but here it was before you, on paper, and it was beautiful. 

     You calmed yourself just enough to lean in and kiss him. Dammit it felt amazing to finally kiss him. He was incredibly unprepared for this, but he quickly pressed further into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you once again. You ran your hands through his hair, tasting peppermint on his lips, and he could taste the same on yours, along with a hint of chocolate. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he was sure this was the best Christmas gift he’d ever received. Finally, after a couple minutes of kissing each other, you pulled away. 

     “I love you too. I think I have for a long time, but I was too scared of the idea of romantic love so I never let myself think of our relationship as ever being more than platonic. I don’t know why I was so scared, especially when it came to loving you. You have never been anything but perfect for me, I’m so sorry I-” 

     He stopped you with a shake of his head, “Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay that you were scared, don’t feel guilty for that. If you still feel even a little bit scared now, I’ll be here to remind you that you don’t have to be. By the way- I just really have to ask, did my letter alone make you realize you had feelings or-?”

     “Actually, I realized yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a confession so soon.. This one day of tension alone has been killing me. How long have you-?”

     “About 600 years. I’ve been in love with you for 600 years.” He said with a chuckle, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he finally told you the truth. 

     Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, “Dear St Nicholas, 600 years?! I’m so sorry I was so oblivious for so long-” 

     “Stop apologizing, I’m glad I waited. You’re worth the wait.”

     “I could hardly last a day, and here you were dealing with the same tension and fear for 600 years! Hah! That’s crazy!” You exclaimed. Then, in a moment of silence, where Bernard seemed to be reflecting on his own, you grabbed the charm necklace beside you and put it on.

     Bernard looked at the necklace and then back at you.

     “Is that why you were so nervous at the party?” He asked as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 

     “Maybe..”

     “You were nervous because of me? That’s a little hard to comprehend if I’m being honest.”

     You chuckled. “Well, It’s true, I was. I think I still am. You might have to kiss me again to ease my nerves.”

     “Gladly.”

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Game Set Match

Fingon x reader x Maedhros

Kinktober 2022: Threesome

Requests: Hi! I love your account! I wish I could write like you tbh lol. Could you possibly do a threesome between fingon, maedhros, and the reader? Maybe they’re competing against each other. Like she’s watching them train and they’re trying to impress her and it goes from there? Please let me know if I need to be more specific. I hope you have a nice day!! - anon

A/N: Thank you for the description, it helped a lot to set the mood, and my day is going pretty okay. A little bit stressed out because of midterms, but alright. Hope you're having a better day than me🌺. I enjoyed writing this more than I should.

Warnings: fembod, threesome, dom-sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), cunnilingus, dom! Fingon, dom! Maedhros, overstimulation, mentions of creampies and multiple orgasms, Maedhros being a bit mean and possessive

Word Count: 4.4k

Synopsis: Fingon and Maedhros couldn't help but grow competitive with their swordsmanship skills and decide to let you be their judge.

Your legs were cramping and burning from the long hours your body was contorting. You felt like an acrobat from all the confusing and complicated positions you were rearranged. One minute on your back with your legs wrapped around their waist, and the next thing you know, your legs travelled to the crook of their elbows to over their shoulder and dangled near your ears. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d fall to your knees momentarily before being sent into the most painful arches of them all. Hands flopped at your sides, head buried into the bed or the carpet depending on their mood, and your voice diminished with every passing second. You didn’t know how you were able to pull these positions off, but at any given minute, you’d be contorted into a pretzel and neither of them seemed to mind. This was their little game, and you, after all, agreed to be their judge. One had to come out on top, so any form of overachievement was going to be considered.

“Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. You can’t be that tired. You barely did any work, after all, it was us,” being ridiculed by the least expected person in the room who was proclaimed to be a sweetheart was the epitome of underestimation.

Sitting in the lap of Fingon, Crown Prince of the Noldor, who bore a ridiculous smirk plastered across his face while he rocked back into the sofa, manspreading, aggravated you to the core. Hands resting behind his head, he sunk himself deeper into the sofa, he watched you with hooded eyes, waiting for you to sink your soaked cunt into his cock. Standing tall before you and smearing both yours and his cum across your abdomen, his cock bobbled and twitched as it awaited your movements. He sat there patiently with a pretty smile on his face knowing that whether you chose to hop on his cock or not, he’d still fold you into the sofa as promised. Fingon was simply deciding to play nice and let you have a chance to do things at your pace.

He was so cruel, you and probably everyone else before you was caught up in his candy-laced smiles and voice to notice that they masked the diabolical person he was underneath. The grip he held on your waist that tugged you into his body with an absolute refusal to let you go so easily – not when you were proving to take what he gave so delightfully – was an icy burn. The flames from his breathing upon your neck and ear weren’t doing much either, it was just driving you past sanity.

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation of sinking your abused cunt onto his cock. His red-headed cousin who laid on the bed, patiently stroking his cock and waiting for you to get started had a ball of a time turning you into a pretzel, and with only one hand. The mastery he had over you short-circuited your brain after he had picked you up and easily bounced you on his cock. He didn’t even stop at one round, he had you back to back. You didn’t even know if it was worst or best of all when his cousin invited him to sandwich you between them both. The heaviness and heat of their hands as they twisted and bent you to their liking for maximum pleasure had caused your brain to lose all senses. You couldn’t tell when they were finished, or how many rounds they took you for, all you knew was that the excess volume of cum spilling out told you many.

Gulping at the replayed memories, you glanced down at his cock after spending minutes sucking him off and watched as it glistened under the light cast by the fireplace. Your right hand reached out to grip him firmly at the base while the other rested on his shoulder to brace your body as you raised up to welcome him into your cunt. There was no build-up or easing ceremony as you sat upon his cock, he glided with grace through your gummy walls and nestled deeply against your soft spot. But Fingon was impatient and refused to wait things out, he couldn’t stand your timely manner since he had a performance to put on. With a quick shuffle of his feet, while his hands rose to wrap around your waist, he rotated his body to plant yours into the sofa and drive his cock deeper. Your legs went sky-high as they once again rested on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ngh,” the temptatious drag of Fingon’s cock against your walls as he decided to move, made your head spin. You were experiencing both heaven and hell and were confused about where you wished to stay.

“I appreciate your wish to take things slow darling, but how about another time,” his voice was strained as his hips slapped against yours, driving himself deeper with every thrust. An experienced twist of his hips and his tip grazed your soft spot earning both him and Maedhros a wail. The calculative and dangerous rolls of his hip, the dark gleam in his eyes and the rich honey words that toppled from his lips spiralled you into a frenzy. The prince was just as dangerous as his glittering-gold cousin.

Maedhros lay there, twisting and pumping his cock as he listened to the slapping of skin on skin and your moans. They were the best sounds he’d ever heard since he left that prison. You were shaping up to be an excellent performer more than a judge and he was questioning if he were to continue to have you for himself after this was over. Your skills were impressive and your ability to take him whole, loving the tight fit you welcomed him with, was otherworldly. The greedy Feanorian wanted you for himself and couldn’t help but wish to pry you from his cousin’s hands as he pummelled into your drenched heat. From where Maedhros sat, he could hear the sloppy impact of his cousin’s cock against your heat.

Dragging himself off the bed, he trudged over to sit on the upper portion of the sofa and watched your eyes crossed before rolling into your head. Touché, his younger cousin wasn’t as bad as he assumed him to be, despite having seen him in action earlier, Maedhros still had his doubts about Fingon and his skills. After all, the whole point of this session was to see who the better performer was. Nothing says dragging a random maiden off a bench to contort in a multitude of positions and have then her decide whose skills were better after a heated sparring match was the best idea. It was the best idea, to mostly blow steam off but neither expected to be this deep. The whole showing off each other’s skills was still there, but something else was bubbling into the mix, possessiveness, jealousy, competition?

“Why don’t you turn her around for me cousin?”

With a flash of his eyes upwards, followed by a nod, Fingon slid himself out of your cunt and laughed as your whines filled the room while he repositioned you onto your hands and knees. At least you were going to remain upright in this position and not sloppy fucked into the cushions. Towering above, you craned your neck to take in the gorgeous redhead and all he had to offer. You know you’ve heard many say it and you’d join them as well; he was crafted by the Gods and was literal perfection. At first, you expected him to be covered in scars, but when his clothes first hit the floor, all negativity had flown from your mind. You didn’t even stop the first escape of drool past your lips.

“You look pleased, would be a shame if you couldn’t decide on a winner, hmm,” he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, knowing very well that you weren’t going to be able to decide on which was performing better. Maedhros wasn’t a fool when it came to the whispers about the pleasure that came from the members of the House of Finwe. Many spoke based on what they assumed, and others spoke on their experience. No one had once ever second-guessed the princes’ abilities and only praises came their way, thus, you weren’t leaving this room with a final answer in mind but a desire for more from them.

The embodiment of perfection stood above you with his cock in hand, furious at the tip and swollen with his beads of precum escaping. Instinctively, your mouth opened to take him in and Maedhros didn’t waste a second weaving his hand in your hair and guiding your mouth to his awaiting cock. The echoes of hisses that flooded the room comprised his swears and groans as your wet cavern swallowed as much as you could before attempting to force the rest down your throat. His hips buckled wildly once he felt himself graze the back of your throat, but his hand gripped your head firmly and held you there. The little pulsation his cock was giving off as he remained lodged in your throat tickled. His lean taunt abs tightened the longer he held your mouth on his cock, enjoying the choking sounds and the tightening of your throat as your stomach lurched.

You had to say your prayers to Fingon for his actions, otherwise, Maedhros would have kept you suffocating on his cock. The prince had repositioned himself behind you, cock in hand and ran it up and down your fold, literally writing and signing his name across your cunt in cursive before giving a final tap to your clit as a full stop. It wasn’t until his left hand bound itself in your hair, ripping you out of Maedhros grasp, to steady himself as he slipped in one go, you exhaled a breath of relief only to have it knocked out your chest again. His cousin wasn’t entirely pleased with the interruption of his pleasure, but Fingon was keen on keeping you alive and not killing you.

“Why’d you do that?” growled Maedhros.

Tearing his focus away from your lips gripping his cock, Fingon cast a dark look at his cousin before warning, “She's here to warm our cocks, not be killed by it…literally. Try not to get too lost in the pleasure cousin, Lady Y/N is not her. Our Lady can only take so much.”

You were too lost in catching your breath to realize the dispute going on between them. Wheezing a silent thank you to Prince Fingon for his mercies, you had to shut your eyes as his hips movement grew in anger. He was scrambling your insides with his powerful thrusts and bruising you. From the looks of things, everything was probably turned into mush. His emotions were getting the better of him as he continued to stare his cousin down with a look of confrontation. It's funny how this entire set-up started as a competition and now, it had truly escalated to be one. One wanted to have some level of sympathy even when fucking the life out of you, while the other wished to put his pleasure on the line and not care about your safety in some way.

Smirking at his enthusiastic and younger carefree cousin, Maedhros took the warning and backed off with his hands raised. Silently testing the waters, his left hand returned to your head and attempted to pry it out of Fingon’s grip to guide it to his impatient cock. With success, he was able to have your lips attached to his tip, sucking it like candy. He wanted to force your head down the rest but with his younger cousin eyeing him like a hawk, he left you to your own devices and prayed that you’d swallow him deeper. But perhaps it was his cousin who took pity as he looked on as you sucked his tip and knew he was craving more.

“My dear Lady, do be a dear and put on a good performance for my cousin. You never know if you might impress him,” the hand that was once in your hair and now rested on your shoulder, urged you forward to take his cousin properly. At the instruction, Maedhros snapped his head upwards to meet Fingon’s stare that turned into a playful grin, the right move to lighten the tension. A scoff was returned followed by a shake of his head at his cousin.

The weight of two different hands on your body felt hot and heavy. It burned with an unquenchable fire from deep within and all it did was fuel the feverish feeling you were already experiencing. The fire spread easily across you, from your hips to your chest to your neck and lastly your lips. The venom behind the flames radiated with ease underneath cool and devilish lips and tongue. Sinful smirks etched into your skin as you shivered followed by a deep rumbling from his chest. In one ear and it travelled throughout your body, shaking you to the core. Fingon’s own body had leaned down to press its weight against your back as he pistoned his hips at a new pace and angle. Occasionally wiggling them to earn choked squeals as Maedhros cock was now sliding in and out past your lips.

“You appear to be having a good time Lady Y/N?” the voice of the younger male, garmented in only golden threads in his raven locks and a cynical smile, echoed behind you. His lips rested near your ear, occasionally leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your junction just to watch you fold under his sinful intentions. Two different muscles buried deep within you, one nestled further than the other, and they still made you tumble into chaos.

Saliva was dripping down Maedhros cock, secreting his balls and dribbling on the cushion, and not a care in the world was given. As Fingon’s punishing thrusts were delivered, Maedhros' own hips moved to retaliate and provide pleasure to himself. Both males were lost in ecstasy as their heads were tossed back, their long curls flowing down their backs and swaying with each movement. Being taken on either end by both princes was the epitome of your fantasies and experiencing it up close and personal was jovial. Your arms were struggling to keep yourself up from the incessant thrusting on either end – pushing and pulling. Every time Fingon thrust, you fell deeper onto Maedhros cock, choking in his delight and the smile on his face grew with each gag you released, swelling his ego with urgency to burst.

“You sound so sweet choking on my cock, love,” he proclaimed into the air, as he threw his head back when his thrusts became sporadically signally his oncoming release, and he made no signs of letting you go.

Larger and rougher hands were roaming your body, tracing your spine, groping your ass and breast, and causing tingles to run down your spine. His fleeting touches were driving you mad, it was never too much and never too little, just borderline enough to drive you insane. The sickly richness of his laugh echoed in your mind as he governed your responses to his actions and revelled in them – he enjoyed seeing your struggle to take what they were giving. The heavenly works of his expert hips reeled back in attempts to change the angle of his thrust and missed the widening of your eyes at the action. Pumping his cock past your walls in hopes of rearranging your guts, Fingon laughed at your pathetic response of escaping his devilish thrusts. Leaning down to litter kisses up your sweat-sheened back, his tongue would slip out to lick at your skin. It was Maedhros who was gifted the sight of your eyes crossing and drooping at the actions.

The tears that stained your pretty face had Maedhros hips twitching. The hand in your hair couldn’t help but halt your motions and change the tempo by thrusting into your mouth at a new pace. Brushing his cock against the walls of your mouth, sometimes poking the tip against the skin and thrusting it there, Maedhros was doing a bunch of fiasco with your mouth. He was relishing in the fantasies he was denied for years. Licking his lips before biting them, he looked down to see you gazing up at him with starry eyes and his cock between your lips. Such a pretty sight that he couldn’t help but trail his hand down to stroke your face, smearing the tears across your face. Feeling himself growing closer and closer to his release, he forced himself out of your mouth with a cry as his hands continued to chase his release.

“Mouth open love, wide,” his breathless command sounded hot as it he panted while thrusting his hips into his hands. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, Fingon chose the perfect moment to slam his hips into yours prompting you to cross your eyes. All it took was one look at your disposition and Maedhros release squirted out to paint your face white. Falling into your hair and face, some seeping into your mouth, Maedhros loud grunts ricocheted off the walls when your mouth leaned in to suck his tip. “Fucking hell – such a good girl, aren’t you?” taking one of your hands you propped yourself on, you reached out to his cock and slap it against your tongue while pumping him for any remaining cum.

Once he realized that he hadn’t any cum to give you, he pulled himself away and walked over to lie on the bed where he watched as Fingon pushed you face-first into the cushions and wiped off all his cum. Maedhros couldn’t help but grumble at the action, clearly displeased by the lack of appreciation for his artwork. Your moans were increasing as his pace quickened. The curve of his cock was punishing your sweet spot and he knew from the way your body was trembling, you were growing closer. He took the opportunity to press more of his weight atop yours, pinning you into the cushions, not before slipping his hand in between to pinch your clit. Taking you to pound town, the cries that left your lips were making his own cock twitch, but he wasn’t ready to give you up just yet. He wanted to have more fun with you.

“Going to cum again already, the round just had just begun love?” he cried in disbelief, “come on now, don’t tell me I’m fucking you that good?” he whispered the last bit in your ears lowly so his cousin wouldn’t hear. However, it caused a fresh flow of juices to spilt past your cunt and flow onto his cock. Just what he wanted as he chuckled. The squelching was obscenely loud, and they were both relishing in the sounds your cunt was making.

“Ah, uh huh, fuck. I’m close…” wailing into the cushions like a whiney child, you begged for the release you wished he’d just give and stop playing around with.

Eyes darkened with lust, Fingon’s hair cascaded like a waterfall surrounding you both as he deepened his thrusts, pounding you into the sofa. Feeling you shaking in his hold, his rubbing on your clit grew aggressively from rubbing to pinching and slapping your poor nub. Struggling to catch your breath, your nails were digging into the mattress making little tears in the sheets as his pounding made you sing his name. Burying your face into the cushions as your dam was breaking, Fingon’s hand yanked your head backwards to give both him and Maedhros the pleasure of watching your eyes crossed as you came. Your walls spasmed around his, clenching and squeezing the life out of his cock while coating it with your cum.

Not wanting to be overly greedy and have you all to himself, he gave Maedhros a look and beckoned him to come in front. Once Fingon felt your walls easing their grip on his cock, he slid himself free, groaning at missing your heat and dragging himself away to kneel beside your head which was rocked back against the sofa. His cock was in hand as he busied himself with jerking off. Grunting because he knew he was close, his right hand reached out to pull you closer to his cock and allow you to swallow just the tip before his hips spasmed and twitched as his release flooded your mouth. A blissful fuck was whispered as the tension slowly left his body and dissipated. Sitting at your head for a few more seconds, he spent the time patting your head and whispering about how much of a good girl you were for him until Maedhros arrived clearing his throat.

Scoffing at the interruption, Fingon shuffled himself to sit beside you, tugging one of your legs to rest atop his, while the other was pushed aside by Maedhros. His cousin had the perfect view of your glistening folds. Maedhros eyes landed on your slicked cunt still fresh from your orgasm and licked his lips in anticipation of having a taste. You were still spasming in his arms, too high to come back down immediately. Your brain was still attempting to regain its grounds and find its barring. Kneeling between your legs as Fingon held your shaking figure like a sacrificial orifice for his hungry cousin when his hot breath ghosted your sensitive cunt, you were caught off guard.

“Ah, y-your Highness, what are you doing?” stuttering out a response as your hips wiggled away from the oversensitivity, you found no purchase. Two strong arms were securely holding you in place.

“We are far from finished love, we’re only halfway through this round,” the soothing and temptatious words of Fingon waffled in your ear to calm you down.

His muscles twitched as his legs held yours far apart while his gorgeous red-head cousin without hesitation, buried his face in your sensitive cunt, tongue darting out to slither into your entrance with a great thirst to drink your essence. Fighting and wiggling away from the onslaughter, your cries were devoured by Fingon who chose to grip your chin and bring your lips to lock his. His tongue easily slithered past your lips with the gasps you made and wrapped itself around yours, sucking on the muscle. You felt as though your brain had completely shut down at the action. As filthy as it was, it felt so right and as calming as it was to be, it didn’t deter you from the skilful tongue of Maedhros that swirled itself around your nub to suck on it like a pacifier.

“Hmph –”

Loving the way you tasted, Maedhros was finally letting himself go and going berserk on your cunt – he was holding back too much believing that you wouldn’t be comfortable with engaging with him. His mouth, nose and cheeks were all stained with your arousal, and he ate you out like it was his last meal. The animalistic grunts he made as he dragged his tongue from your clit to your entrance, thrusting his tongue in and out your slit, were spinetingling. You felt as if he was writing his name in cursive from the intricate dance he was performing. You shivered at his marvellous strokes, shrieking into the mouth of his cousin who was busy sucking on your tongue and roaming his mischievous hands around your chest. In fact, the hands of both males were roaming your skin, fleeting touches that were too much for your already heightened sensitivity. The tweaking of your nipples to the hand wrapping around your neck and applying pressure, making your head spin to the rough thumb rubbing hastily at your clit. You were losing your senses.

Two heavy hands – an actual hand and wrist – were settled in the crook of your knees, pushing your legs in an obscenely widening position of more than just Maedhros to view. His head was already nestled perfectly between your legs, rolling and shaking from left to right whenever he decided to be cruel with your sensitive nub. Picking you apart by sucking on your clit like a pacifier as if he expected sweet flowing water to burst forth and bless his taste buds – it was his intention. A quick tug and nip and your stomach clenched as your body curled into his sinful touch. His tongue, his presence, his voice, his everything had you feeling delirious. You were surprised that you hadn’t passed out from the first touch he gave to you.

Pulling away from Fingon’s mouth to catch your breath, you cast your eyes and met Maedhros arsenic gaze locked on your reddened face, “Fuck, your Highness. You’re so good.”

Your moans were pleasant to his ears and it was only a few minutes into him diving into his dessert and he already felt your body trembling with the oncoming wave of your second orgasm. Your juices were running excessively, and his mouth was there savouring every drop that leaked from your cunt. Panting and crying both the princes’ names as your orgasm flushed through you, their mouths on your skin making it hard to fight your way through. Your skin was oversensitive, not just your cunt and they wanted to drive you mad, “Too much, it-it’s too much…”

Laughing into your skin, Maedhros couldn’t help but find your statement humorous given that you wanted to be sandwiched between them. Lifting his head from between your legs, lips gleaming in the light, he grinned when he saw your head lulled on Fingon’s shoulder as your chest heaved. One of your hands was clawing at Fingon’s bicep while the other was buried in Maedhros scalp, tugging at his luscious curls. Tenderly prying your hand out of his hair, he knelt closer to your body and cradled you in his arms before hoisting your lightweight body into his embrace.

“Ah, ah, ah, no sleeping love. Wake up, our next round is about to begin.”   

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Sukuna´s confession

≈pairing : Sukuna X female reader

≈genre : Yuuji and Sukuna are twins, university life, confession time, friends to lovers

≈ WARNINGS: swearing, a bit of alcohol at the very end (it´s uni AU so they are all legal age), kissing, mentions of food

≈ University life can be rough but with the right people around, nothing seems impossible. A story where you and your friends - Nobara, Megumi and Itadori twins Yuuji and Sukuna try to break a world record. But who ends up being the real winner in the end?

≈ this story is related to my other story called Love Change. It can be however read without reading the first one but still, feel free to check it out! <3 Stay safe

The year was coming to its end and winter season arrived sooner than anyone thought. Temperatures dropped to around 10 degrees of Celsius and short days were accompanied by an occasional light breeze. But despite the cold season, the atmosphere was warm as Christmas was coming.

The whole University was decorated with small colourful ornaments in the shapes of stars, bells and candy canes. Lights were stretched out through the halls and staircases, and wreaths were hanging on doors.

You were currently sitting in the library, studying for the last big exam before Christmas Eve. Hunched over a laptop, you finally came to your senses as you straightened your back and stretched out your hands. You looked outside the window and stared at the big Christmas tree that had been there since the beginning of December.

You gazed back down at your screen when a voice disturbed you. „Y/N.“ It was Sukuna, the tougher Itadori twin. „You are gonna help me settle a bet.“ he announced.

„No.“ you replied and tried to get back to your work but he caught your hand, his cold fingers curling around your wrist.

„I wasn´t asking.“

„And I am not helping with anything.“ you tried to wiggle your hand free but it was useless.

„Hear me out first.“ he let go of your hand and sat down in front of you.

You let out a big sigh and took off your glasses. Tired, you rubbed your eyes with your hands and then buried your face inside your palms.

„Okay, so.“ he started, „Let´s say that I made a cool bet.“

„I highly doubt that.“ you crossed your arms, your gaze not leaving his broad frame.

„Don´t interrupt me. I made a bet with Megumi that I could break the Guinness record in the amount of eaten Gyoza under one minute.“ he was looking hella proud as he finished probably the dumbest sentence that he had ever said aloud.

„How much is that?“

„Only 10.“ he smiled widely, little fires of mischief appearing in his dark-brown eyes.

„And how do you plan to include me?“

He grinned, „I need ya to prepare them for me. 11 Gyoza dumplings. And, now to the best part, I need ya to make them a bit smaller.“

„Isn´t that cheating?“ you tried to fight the little chuckle.

„Who cares? I don´t wanna be written down in the Guinness world records, I just wanna prove Megumi wrong.“

„And why should I help you?“ you placed your elbows on the table and rested your chin on top of your intertwined fingers, leaning your whole body in his direction.

„Cause ya know how to make them.“

„How do you know that?“ you couldn´t recall a time when you said to him anything about your cooking skills. It was true that you two talked about food quite often, but mostly about the final product, not the skill.

„We literally talked about it like two weeks ago.“ he argued.

„Two weeks?“

He nodded his head.

You had zero idea how the fuck did this man remember such a thing. But it actually wasn´t the first time. He was really good at recalling small details or acts that you´ve done some time ago. Or maybe he was just making it all up and was lucky enough to be correct every time. But that would probably be even weirder than being able to remember it all.

„So, ya free this weekend?“ he snapped you out of your little train of thoughts.

„That´s not a valid reason for me to do it.“ you started negotiating.

He scoffed, „What do ya want woman?“

„I need to think that through.“

„There´s no time for such shit.“ he backed you into a corner.

You had a bit of a hard time thinking or acting when you were under a pressure. And right now he was creating one. Whether it was intentional or not, he got you there. Plus he became a bit too much of an important person for you to say no.

„Okay, I will do it.“ you said in defeat. „But it won´t be for free.“ you pointed your finger at him. He just grinned again, showing his white teeth.

 ...

 The weekend came around quickly and so you found yourself in a small dorm kitchen with your friend group gathered around a table in the middle of the room. On the counter was placed a paper bag filled with groceries needed for the Gyoza dumplings and a few other snacks.

Yuuji and Nobara were probably the most excited out of everyone while Megumi kept being sceptical about the possibility of Sukuna winning the bet.

The room was filled with carefree energy, which was much needed after all the stressful exams, and with a warmth that was coming out of the heated pan. You put in the first batch of dumplings when Yuuji´s question caught your attention.

„What did you even bet on?“

„Hmm, good question... I don´t know either.“ Nobara looked first at Sukuna and then at Megumi.

„You will learn when he loses.“ a smirk appeared on Megumi´s face that was partly covered with his dark raven hair that was as messy as usual.  

„You wish, bitch.“ Sukuna grinned at him, confident in his eating ability.

„Sukuna,“ you called him, „I know what I want in return.“ you flipped over the dumplings with tongs, observing the golden brown cooked side.

„Spit it out.“ he walked over to you and leaned on the counter next to the stove.

„You will bring me croissants from the French bakery in the centre of Tokyo. The one we visited during summer.“ you requested.

„Ain´t that bit too much?“ he voiced out his dissatisfaction.

You held out the tongs and pointed them towards him, „Do not forget what I am doing for you,“ you spoke in a low voice, trying to intimidate him.

He laughed and reached out for your hand. He grasped it gently, his fingers wrapping softly around your knuckles. His hand was warm and gentle as he moved your palm with the tongs away from him.

„Don´t be so reckless.“ he let go of your hand. You pulled your hand back. „And I am not going anywhere.“ he proclaimed.

„Fuck you.“ was all that left your lips. He chuckled at your response and bounced off the counter, walking back to the others.

You reached out for a big white bowl that was placed next to the stove and put in the first dumplings. The time passed by and you managed to fill two bowls with Gyoza. One with exactly 11 dumplings for Sukuna and the other one with roughly 20 dumplings for the others. You placed both bowls on the table and sat on the chair between Nobara and Yuuji. Sukuna and Megumi were seated in front of you.

Megumi took out his phone and opened the stopwatch app. „Ready?“ he asked him.

Sukuna took chopsticks in his hand and nodded.

„Okay, 3... 2... 1... GO!“ Megumi pressed start and Sukuna right away put the first dumpling in his mouth, he chewed it for a few seconds and put in the second.

He was at the mark of thirty seconds when he placed in his mouth the sixth dumpling. Yuuji and Nobara were losing their minds when he stuffed his mouth with the seventh Gyoza. You held your breath in, your eyes never leaving the scenery right in front of you.

Reducing the size of them surely helped him out a lot but he still wasn´t able to break the record as he put only the ninth dumpling in when the time already passed one minute mark.  

„Aaaand you lose!“ Megumi slapped his back with no mercy. Sukuna started choking on the food and laughter broke out. Yuuji handed Sukuna a glass of water so his twin wouldn´t die.

„You cheated, didn´t ya?“ Sukuna growled at Megumi, short of breath with his eyes red and teary from the coughing.

„I am not you.“ Megumi laughed and pointed at the dumplings. „You thought that I wouldn´t notice? They are smaller than they should be.“ he shot a glance at you. You smiled innocently putting your hands up in the air in defence.

„You two really shouldn´t hang out together. He is corrupting you.“ Nobara squeezed you in a hug. You tapped her arms lightly, trying to signalize her that you can´t breathe because of her.

„Can´t let her leave.“ Sukuna said and all the eyes landed on him, yours included. The corners of Megumi´s mouth shot up for a brief moment but he quickly put back on his stoic expression.

„Time to carry out the bet.“ he announced calmly.

Nobara´s tight embrace loosened up, and you wiggled yourself free, only to be captured again. This time by no one other than Sukuna himself. He was leaning over the table, his right hand placed on your chin, holding it up. He was observing your face for a moment, taking in all your features. The whole room fell into silence but it didn´t matter, as you felt like there were only the two of you anyway.

Sukuna leaned in and his lips landed on yours. Soft but deep kiss, full of emotions. You didn´t move at all at first but when you felt that he was pulling away, you finally responded. Your whole body released the tension and you came back to your senses. That´s when you realised how much commotion that kiss actually caused as Yuuji and Nobara were screaming and freaking out.

He deepened the kiss for a brief moment and then finally pulled away. You glanced at him. The tips of his ears were bright red but he still somehow managed to keep his cool and a smug smile appeared on his face.

„You are my girlfriend.“ he proclaimed to which Yuuji reacted with an even louder and higher-pitched screech than before, while Nobara was completely losing it and kept shaking the living shit out of Yuuji.

„What if I don´t want to?“ the whole room fell silent, „I don´t want to be in a relationship that is based on a bet.“ you put together the loose ends.

„You don´t get it.“ Sukuna tried to explain himself but all the right words left his mind when he saw the disappointed look on your face.

„It may seem like it but it´s not.“ Megumi stepped in, saving poor Sukuna, „The correct wording of the bet actually was that if he loses, he will have to confess his feelings for you right on the spot. But if he won, I would hav-“ Sukuna jumped in and covered his mouth before he could finish the sentence.

„Enough.“ he growled at the black-haired boy and slowly let him go.

„Well, in that case, I will think about it.“ you leaned back in your chair, the corners of your mouth twitching as you were fighting the urge to smile.

„As if you will say no.“ he scoffed.

„Keep up with this attitude and I will.“

„What´s your problem woman?“ he leaned forward, looking straight into your eyes.

„Can´t you be a bit nicer about it?“ you copied his body language, so you two were just a few centimetres apart now.

The good thing was, that no one was paying any attention to you anymore. Megumi distracted Nobara and Yuuji so the two of you would have some kind of privacy. So the three of them were right now too busy stuffing their mouths with the food and discussing whether is a snake as a pet a good idea or nah.

„Ya know that ain´t my style.“ he laughed at your words, getting even closer to your face, „The maximum of my niceness is this.“ he closed the gap between your lips and kissed you again. This time it was just a quick but passionate kiss, „If you will be mine, I promise that no one will ever touch you or be any nuisance for you. I will make sure that every fucking day of your life is amazing and that you will always have a reason to laugh. I swear to the devil that I will never let you go. And I would even climb to the fucking heaven and tear it whole down to your feet if I will fucking have to.“

You were taken aback by his words but a smile quickly replaced your initial confusion, „You sure know how to be romantic.“ you joked. „But this was probably the prettiest thing that you have ever said.“ you leaned closer to him, „I will gladly be your girlfriend.“ you planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

„I told ya, you won´t say no to me.“ he leaned back with a big smirk on his face.

„It was really nice to hear those words tho.“ you said out loud. Sukuna´s cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, his eyes looking everywhere except you. „It would be really nice to hear stuff like that more often.“ you teased him.

„I can write them down for you from time to time.“ he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn´t catch it. But you were glad that you did because it warmed your heart greatly and a big genuine smile appeared on your face. A smile that was enough to melt the cold presence that Sukuna always radiated and made him let out a merry laugh.

 BONUS – the other part of the bet

It was getting late but you guys didn´t mind. Quite a few empty cans of beer were already placed around the kitchen when the singing of Christmas Carols started.

Yuuji who was hardly standing on his feet was of course the main vocalist. One of his arms was wrapped around Nobara and the other one was placed around Sukuna´s shoulders as he was trying to keep himself balanced while he was yelling a song. Not even singing, just yelling.

You were laughing at the scene as your boyfriend was trying to cover his mouth to keep him quiet and Nobara was laughing her ass off at the sight.

You noticed Megumi who was sitting on the other side of the table, smiling at the situation.

You approached him, curious about one thing.

„Megumi,“ you called out his name softly. „What would happen if he won the bet?“

„You promise you won´t tell him that I told you about it?“ he asked and you nodded your head excited that you will get to know.

„Okaay,“ he leaned in, „You know my precious Red Velvet muffins?“

„Of course. They are the best thing in the whole world. I love them so much.“ just the thought of them made you crave them.

„Well, if he won I would have to teach him how to make them. He requested it.“ he quickly added, „Pretty sure that he is jealous that you love something that is not made by him.“ he laughed it off.

„I wouldn´t mind if you taught him how to make them.“

„I am pretty sure that you would make him bake them for you every day.“ he joked.

„Maybeee-“ you admitted, looking at Sukuna who was still struggling to keep his twin quiet.  

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna #itadori and sukuna #jujutsu nobara #megumi #anime #anime and manga #anime story #anime scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

A Beautiful Mind

Title: A Beautiful Mind

Summary: You had begged Kol not to put you to sleep. You had told him of the sights that haunted your nightmares - red lights and black water. He never could have guessed that the safest place for you would turn out to be the most dangerous. Three Doors Down - Part Three || Kol x Disabled!reader || Here are parts one and two || Here lies my Masterlist

Word Count: 10,000

Warnings: Fear of drowning, talk about death, violence, blood. Oh, also a weird as all frick dream sequence - it's not supposed to make sense, just keep that in mind.

A/N: Fun Fact, this fic originally started as a self-insert because I actually live with hearing loss and speech aphasia. So to everyone who has been supportive of this mini-series, I just wanted to say thank you. Enjoy this finale, I hope it lives up to expectations.

Checking his watch for what was surely the millionth time that day, Kol tore his hands through his hair, cursing under his breath as he leaned his head back against the wall of his broom-closet prison. Waiting was torture; each minute felt like an eternity and the space wasn't even big enough for him to stretch his legs out all the way. He was so hungry. Bloody hell! He was starving! There were so many warm bodies in the rooms surrounding him. Oh, what he wouldn't give to sink his teeth into just one - any of them would do, yet there was a certain one he couldn't seem to take his mind off of. Try as he might, she was all Kol could think about. Y/N. Her dry wit, her dazzling smile, her quiet strength, her captivating eyes, her perfect lips, her soft skin… her blood. 

Warm and thick and-

No! 

Stop. Don't go there.

Kol groaned, drawing his knees up to his chest in a vain effort to relieve just a fraction of the excruciating pain in his stomach. He couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter what he tried. Where was Y/N by now? Probably in Mystic Falls already. The thought pained him - she shouldn't be anywhere near that wretched town. She should have been with him. 

He didn't care if it made him weak, Kol wanted her back. He just wanted her back, safe and sound. He just wanted to have her back so he could make her laugh and smile in that adorable way that made him want to smile too. He wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and feel her, and… and… He wanted to listen to her heart race and he wanted to bury his teeth into her tender flesh. She'd been so good the first time, she hadn't fought him and she'd tasted divine. The memory made his mouth water. Her blood - hot and thick and sweet like candy. He'd stopped too soon, far too soon. He should have had more when he had the chance. Bloody hell, he could still taste her on his tongue. Sweet. So sweet. Sweet like candy…

NO! 

STOP IT! 

STOP!

NOT HER!

He didn't want that, he didn't want to think about her that way. Kol didn't want to hurt her! Because that girl was a lot like him - she had lost parts of herself, things she could never get back. Just like him. Except Kol hadn't had anyone to take comfort in. So for Y/N, he wanted to be the person he'd never had - his way of flipping off the cosmos, perhaps. 

And why shouldn't he? After all that had been stolen from him, after all the injustices and pointless suffering, the universe owed him this much. Cliche as it sounded, Y/N was a light in the dark, radiating joy and enthusiasm like a fire gives off heat. She didn't care about his looks or his charm. He didn't have to do anything to be of worth - just being himself was enough for her. The attention she gave him was free of ulterior motives, and like a starved child, he wanted it all to himself. He didn't mean to be possessive and he would never do anything to harm or disrespect that girl, or keep her from happiness. He adored her! But that was the problem. Kol just didn't know how to let go. One thousand years had been so long, and he'd been so alone. He deserved someone like Y/N. Yet the universe in its infinite cruelty still sought to take her away.

It wasn't fair!

That was why he'd bitten her. 

He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but the alternative was worse. If he hadn't done something drastic, she would have gone back to her life in Denver. The thought of Y/N living her life without him? The chance she might one day fall in love with someone else? He couldn't stand it. He hadn't even known her that long - hardly a week but every day of that week, she had knocked on his door and greeted him with a smile and a hug to say good morning. How could he give that up?

Kol had fed on her because he wanted to keep her. He thought about her because he was worried and he missed her. But the monster under his skin couldn't tell the difference, and it didn't really care to. It just kept torturing him with memories of her blood on his tongue. 

Kol checked his watch and cursed.

All that for eight bloody minutes.

He had to give it to the Gilbert siblings, they were nothing if not persistent and, unfortunately, they weren't entirely brainless. According to the elder Salvatore's gloating, they had gotten their Bennet witch to temporarily deactivate his daylight ring - a feat he would have been impressed by had he not already spent nine and a half hours trapped in a closet because of it. (For all that witch lacked in skill and knowledge, she made up for it in raw power.) Eight floors worth of windowed hallways stood between him and the building's exit. He could get out if he tried and he would survive the journey, but it would be excruciating and ultimately pointless as his car did not have specially treated windows and attempting to drive whilst he burned alive wasn't exactly feasible.

Now, Kol was well aware that despite appearances, Y/N was far from helpless - she'd proven that much. However, she wouldn't be able to hold her own against Niklaus. By taking their cousin to Mystic Falls, the Gilberts might as well simply hand-deliver Y/N right into Klaus' hands. If Kol's brother realized how he could use that girl… Kol didn't even want to imagine what the hybrid would do.

Klaus would hurt her.

Kol didn't want to see Y/N hurt.

Bloody hell, he felt awful. He'd promised to protect her and he'd failed spectacularly. Y/N was probably terrified. Kol wished he could help her. He wished he could just see her, but he couldn't!

Unless he could…

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, resting his head against the wall. Calming his mind was difficult, it always had been for him; thoughts tended to race through his mind like gale-force winds and that was on a good day. Now his psyche was plagued with images he'd rather not see, predictions of a future he could only pray he had the power to stop - that frail, bubbly girl sprawled on the ground, drained of the life she gave so freely, and the ground around her stained red, red, red. The worst part was knowing he might be the one to make her that way. He was so hungry.

Kol dragged his hands through his hair and let loose a string of curses. He needed to find her, but to do so required him to focus on the present and at the moment he could do anything but. Perhaps this was how Y/N often felt, reaching for something she knew she possessed, yet always coming up short. That was when she'd start doing all those adorable nervous ticks he loved so much. Kol pictured her - the way she'd snap her fingers and bounce on her toes, biting her lip just right and every time she did so it made him want to kiss her senseless. That thought made him smile and he caught hold of it. Pushing away the fear and hunger, he leaned his head back and reached out, letting that radiant vision guide him to the girl he'd come to adore.

"Alright, darling," He muttered. "Where are you?"

Y/N was dreaming. Her magnificent light was easy to distinguish; the way her cognizance flickered and danced, out of sync with the other mortal minds populating the world, was beautiful. It was something he'd never seen before, yet more familiar to him somehow than he'd thought possible. Kol focused on that light, let it envelop him in an embrace that felt as warm and genuine as the girl it came from, and then he was falling backward into a dream that wasn't his. 

He saw black at first and started walking, his hand soon meeting a wall which he used to guide himself down what he quickly discovered to be a hallway of some kind. The gentle notes of piano chords could be heard playing from somewhere ahead of him and he moved along the hall towards the sound. A dim light flickered to life over his head, barely illuminating the few feet in front of him - the rest of the hall remained black as pitch. Kol glanced up to watch as the light wavered and changed, the dull glow began to oscillate between colors. 

Red to blue. 

Then white.

To red.

To blue.

To red.

To blue.

Then white.

Then red.

The colors continued to shift and Kol frowned. He remembered Y/N had said something about lights as he'd compelled her to sleep. She'd begged him not to, mumbling some gibberish about red lights and black water. What had she meant by that? What made it important enough to mention in her last moments of wakefulness? Kol didn't know, and he hated not knowing. 

Although, now that there was some light to be had, Kol noticed that there were doorways lining each side of the corridor - a mental maze of sorts - except this one was different than any he'd traversed before. In Y/N's mind, the doors did not stay put. He watched as these gateways to her memories faded in and out of existence, seemingly at random.

He grimaced. Whatever happened next was bound to be interesting.

"Y/N!" He raised his voice and shouted down the corridor. "YN, it's me - it's Kol! Can you hear me?" 

There was no response - just more piano notes sounding from the dark expanse ahead of him. It seemed forward was the only stable direction he could go, so he started moving and the light moved with him, maintaining its position over his head. 

After what seemed like hours of walking, Kol arrived at the hallway's end. A simple dark green door, the same as the one she'd resided behind in Denver - three doors down from his - stood in front of him. The chords of a piano drifted from beyond it, louder and stronger now that he was so close. 

Kol paused. Should he knock? Before he could decide, he was stopped by the sound of an unfamiliar voice intertwining with the music emanating from behind the door. 

"Y/N, dinner's ready!"

The warmth was what startled him. The warmth and the love that he could feel radiating from the memory just beyond that door was baffling. It was something entirely mundane - as ordinary and as common as grass - but the sound made Kol smile because it was something he'd never really had. 

"Y/N/N? You gonna come down? It's time to eat, sweetheart!"

That voice could only belong to a mother - one who loved her child with all her heart and soul - and just for a moment, Kol let himself bask in the sound.

He moved to touch the door's handle and a blinding light erupted in front of him, engulfing his senses in white. The next moment, Kol stumbled forward into what must have been a teenage Y/N's bedroom.

The setup was nothing extraordinary. There was a bed, a dresser, a nightstand - just the basics. The only feature truly of note was the antique piano and the girl sitting in front of it. Once again, her beauty stunned him. Those perfectly sweet, kissable lips, that small but tempting figure, and those wide, vulnerable eyes - so open and genuine - that made him want to hold her tight and never let go. Especially now, when those eyes were filled with sorrow and tears. 

Her fingers expertly stroked the piano's old yet well-kept keys, turning out a blissful, dream-like melody, though her face displayed an altogether different set of emotions. Kol could read the desperate frustration in her clenched and grinding teeth and the dreadful sorrow in the line of her brow and the glistening in her eyes.

"Y/N? Are you alright up there?" 

The piano music stopped and Y/N began to cry. The sight tugged at Kol's heart - to see someone he knew was so much stronger than she looked break down in tears was heart wrenching. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. Emotions were messy things and he'd never been very good at handling his own, let alone anyone else's, but for Y/N he was willing to try. He moved with a certain degree of caution over to the piano and sat down on the bench beside her. The girl's tears were quiet little things - not the kind she would want to share much about but he could try anyway. He tapped his fingers against his knees, unsure of what to say.

"Why are you crying?" He asked gently, hoping his mere presence wouldn't frighten her. The girl straightened and wiped her tears but didn't turn to him.

"Had a… had-had a, um… a bad day." She shrugged. Her voice held little emotion. "Lots of yesterday-ays ago. O-okay now… all g-one."

Reliving an old memory wasn't uncommon, he supposed. Although, most people he'd dream walked with weren't aware they were dreaming until they woke up. Perhaps lucid dreams were another side effect of Y/N's strange mind. 

"I see." He nodded. "Hello, Y/N."

She smiled slightly and hummed in return. She didn't seem to be in the talking mood and that only made this harder. Kol tentatively touched her hand - he just wanted her to look at him but she didn't. She just tugged on his hand and placed it on her thigh so she could play with his rings, slipping them off to examine each one. It was almost painful to watch her, not knowing what she was thinking and she wouldn't talk to him - for the love of Thor - she wouldn't even look at him! He had a thousand things he wanted to say but none of them were helpful.

"So… what about now? Are you alright?" It was pathetic, but it was the best he could come up with.

She shook her head.

Kol's eyes darkened. "Did they hurt you?" He forced the words out through clenched teeth.

She shook her head again and he relaxed a little.

"Do you…" He hesitated. "- want to talk about it? Believe it or not, I actually have some experience with being rendered unconscious by members of my family." That actually got a reaction out of her.

Y/N's hands stilled and she turned her head slowly to stare at him. "What the hell?" She mouthed silently. Her expression was a perfect picture of baffled confusion and it took quite a bit of willpower on his part not to laugh. Though he couldn't refrain from cracking a smile. 

He shrugged. "I have weird siblings. What can I say?" He would tell her the disturbing truth later. For now, he made light of it. The corners of Y/N's lips twitched up, trying to smile while the rest of her expression turned even more bewildered. 

"That-that's not-" She stammered, at a loss for words. Kol placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

"This isn't a laughing matter, darling. My family takes the game of croquet very seriously!" Humor as medicine was an excellent strategy and his appeared to be working. Y/N snickered, rolling her eyes. "Ah, ah! What did I say about laughing?" He playfully chastised.

"Mm-mm -" She hummed, shaking her head as she fought to keep the grin off her face. "- I-I-I not… I'm not laugh-aughing."

"Really?" He smirked. "What's this then?" Kol poked her in the ribs and Y/N jumped, letting go of a little squeal. "What was that?" He poked her again in a slightly different spot and she twisted, grinning. "What was that, Y/N? Was that a giggle?"

Upon realizing his new plan, her eyes flew wide and she slapped his hand away. "Uh, uh! Nope!" She held up a finger as if as a warning.

"Are you sure?" He drawled, squeezing her thigh. She pushed that hand away too and shifted away from him.

"Uh, huh. Yeah." She nodded. Kol sighed, shrugging - letting her believe she'd won. 

"Nah, I don't believe you."

He poked at her again and Y/N giggled as she jumped back in an attempt to dodge his assault. She very nearly fell off the bench, but caught herself at the last second and stood, backing away from him with a smile on her face. Kol grinned and followed, shifting into a predatory stance. Y/N tried to out maneuver him but it wasn't long before he had her backing into a corner.

"Don-don't tickle!" She said, matching his steps. 

"Surrender and I won't have to," He replied, smirking down at her. He had her fully backed into the corner, trapping her there with an arm on either side of her head. 

"Mmm-mm!" She shook her head, keeping her lips sealed to stay her laughter.

Kol sighed, overdramatic. "Then you leave me no choice but to force you." Y/N snickered and ducked under his arm but he turned swiftly and caught her by the waist, picking her up as if she weighed little more than a feather. In a blink, he'd tossed her onto the bed and climbed over her, attacking her sides without mercy. Y/N squealed with laughter as he found her sweet-spot, she giggled and squirmed but couldn't escape. The sound of her laughter was the most joyful thing Kol had ever heard. "Being adorable won't save you, darling. You have to say it!" He declared.

"I-I sur-sur- ACK! No! No, wait! I sur-ur-en… surred-der!" She cried.

Kol grinned and moved off her, making himself comfortable on the bed as he watched her catch her breath.

"Uh, F- uh… F- you," She grumbled.

"Please," He hummed, grinning cheekily. The girl rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. He laughed, catching her hand before she could pull it back and tangling their fingers together.

"In- in your d-dreaming," She chuckled.

"Yours, actually," He pointed out.

Y/N sent him a look. "No."

"I'm just saying-"

"Kol…"

"Why not? It'll pass the time! I've still got another six hours till the sun goes down and I can get out of this closet, and who knows how long it will be until you wake up," He reasoned. Y/N just snorted, shaking her head. "You really should be more open to new experiences, darling. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?" 

He turned to watch her with a proud grin, his obnoxious attitude having won a full-on laugh from the girl. She closed her eyes and shifted closer. Her cheeks were tinged with pink and it was then that he remembered just how hungry he was. It wasn't his fault. Her flushed cheeks just looked so appetizing, even in a dream, and her heartbeat pounded deliciously in his ears. His smile faded and his eyes drifted to the artery pulsing in her neck.

"Ko-l?" 

"Hmm?" He forced himself to tear his eyes away - to look at her. 

Y/N was watching him with caution, one brow raised. "You okay-ay?" She asked. She was an observant girl. He really needed to learn how to keep his hunger in check. Before now, he'd never had a reason to.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" He replied, forcing a smile. 

She saw right through him, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Hungry?" 

Kol nodded, unable to meet her eyes. He wasn't ashamed of what he was - not anymore. He was ashamed that he allowed her blood to tempt him. He was 1,000 years old, he should have been better than this. "I'm sorry. It's just been a while since I… Well, since I had anything to eat, and let's just say I've never been the best at curbing my appetite," He admitted. She deserved the truth. His truth wasn't pretty.

Y/N blinked. "O-oh…" She cleared her throat and shifted her gaze to the ceiling.

And now he'd freaked her out, good on him.

"B-but this is a dream," He quickly added, trying to reassure Y/N somewhat. "I can't hurt you in here, not really. You're safe."

The girl nodded slowly but her lips remained pressed together and her eyes stayed fixed overhead. 

He sat up a little, looking over her with concern. "Darling?" He tried. She turned her head, refusing to look at him. A flash of something painful ripped through his heart and he touched her arm. "Wait, Y/N/N. Please don't do that. I didn't mean to scare you. I promise you're safe, I promise I won't do anything… I-I'm not a monster. I-I promise."

She turned back, looking up at him with those stunning E/C eyes. "Ca-an you?" She whispered. 

"Can I… what?"

"Pr-prom-omise that," She said. "Keep it?" 

He wanted to answer yes, immediately and without a doubt, but the truth was he didn't really know. All Kol knew was that he needed her in his life and that he'd be willing to do almost anything to keep her in it. This sensation he felt when he looked at her wasn't something he knew how to deal with - it felt a little bit like the hunger he was so familiar with, but it wasn't painful. She looked so beautiful from this angle, with her hair all spread out around her head, like a haloed angel. He couldn't help but think back to two nights before - the life in her eyes, how she had felt beneath him, so soft and warm. He craved her presence in every moment and he knew that it was selfish, selfish, selfish. Kol had never tried to control himself before and it was a lot harder than he'd thought anything could be. It was selfish of him to put her in that sort of danger, but he just couldn't help it. He needed her. So he would try his best to keep her safe, especially from himself.

"Anything for you," He murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. He couldn't resist leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. He loved the way she smiled. 

Her eyes left his and she reached up to play with his necklace - nothing special, just a stone with a few sigils carved into it attached to a black cord. He'd made the thing when he was human… so maybe it was a little special. 

"Does it… being, uh… being… being here? No, not-not that one… Um… being, um…" She snapped her fingers. Kol had no idea what she was trying to say so he stayed silent, watching her bite her lip and wishing she would let him do that for her. "Does… Does being, uh… close! Yeah, close! Does being close… close t-to me  w-when, uh, when you're hun-hungry… does it hur-rt?"

The girl had been kidnapped twice in thirty six hours and she was still worried about him. What an angel. He smiled softly, stroking her cheek.

"A little bit," Kol admitted. "But you're worth it, and I'll be okay." He laid back down - looking down on her like that was just too tempting. "What about you?" He wondered, changing the subject. "You have been handling all this remarkably well."

The girl nodded, shrugging. "S-scared and lot-lots of wor-ords," She said. "But okay."

He raised a brow. "You mean questions?"

"Uh, huh. Yeah."

"Well, go ahead and ask, darling. We've got plenty of time." He grinned.

"Quest-estion one-" She started. "What the hell?"

Kol barked a laugh. "Understandable. Would you like to hear what the hell from the beginning or just the reader's digest?"

"A-all the hell," She deadpanned.

"Are you sure? That's quite the long story, love," He warned, grimacing slightly.

Y/N raised a brow. "How, uh… how-how many y-years?"

"How old am I?" He clarified. She nodded. "I'm nearly one thousand years old." Her eyes flew wide. "Although, physically I'm eighteen," He added quickly.

"Huh…" That was all she had to say.

"That doesn't upset you, does it?" He asked hopefully, taking her hand in his and stroking his thumb over the back of it to calm her.

She swallowed thickly and blinked, shaking her head. "I'm-I'm good."

"Still want to hear the whole story?"

She nodded. "Lis-listen-ening."

Kol sighed. "Better get comfy then, this'll take awhile."

The girl snickered and sat up, reaching over him to grab something - a stuffed Y/F/A plush - before settling with her head resting on his chest. She never ceased to surprise him.

Kol couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Hesitantly, he slipped his arm around her back. "Is this alright?" 

She huffed a laugh and grabbed his other hand, placing it on her waist. Well, if she was okay with it… He tugged her closer and shifted her body so she was practically on top of him. She was warm. He missed being warm.

"Get-get on with, uh, with it," She joked, smiling.

"Alright, alright! Someone's pushy," He grumbled playfully. "I will warn you though, the Chronicles of Baby-Kol are, uh… well, they're a bit of a tear-jerker, so be ready."

"Okay."

Kol took a deep breath, and then he told her everything.

***

Alright, so 'what the hell' from beginning to end turned out to be a lot more than you had thought, but you listened to every word and tried your best to understand. First, he decided to tell you about the curse on his brother. He told you of your cousin Elena's magical blood which was needed to break that curse. Kol made it rather clear that he would not be involved in all the drama if not for the threat on his life. He also made sure to tell you about Stefan and Damon Salvatore - two vampire brothers competing for Elena's favor - as the latter of whom had aided in your abduction.

"I'll kill them both if you want me to, darling. Just say the word and they're dead," He offered, only half joking which was frightening though you'd never admit it.

You shook your head. "No. No dead-ed-ing," You said. "Who can I tri-ick? Which-which one?"

Kol groaned. "Y/N, love, I say this because I care about you… But, for the love of Odin, please don't do anything stupid?" You opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it. "They are ten times stronger and faster than you. Don't provoke them."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Trick them," You insisted. "Tr-trick! Use it, um, use pity!"

"I thought you said you hate it when people pity you?" Kol said, raising a brow. 

You shrugged. "Gets things."

Kol grinned. "You, darling, are a little two faced devil and I love it." He laughed and pressed a kiss to your hair. "The younger of the two - the one who looks like he's the main character - he'll be the easiest to fool."

You nodded and bit your lip. All this information was great, but not what you truly wanted to know. So you asked the question that had been weighing on your mind since Kol had buried his fangs in your neck. You tapped his chest gently. "How?" You whispered. "How did this, um… br-ring? No, no…"

Kol sighed heavily. "You want to know how I became this, don't you?" You nodded. "I'd hoped you'd give up on that."

"Have to," You said, somewhat apologetic. "Have to know." 

You had to know his past - his reasons. You needed to know why you were here and why he was here with you. You were important to him, even though you weren't sure why, but you could tell that he was trying very hard not to scare you off. Why was he so determined? What did you mean to him?

"I know you do." He cradled you closer and sighed again.

You were good at reading people, you always had been because you had needed to be. So you knew that Kol wasn't being entirely honest with you - he was holding something back. He was lying. Kol was manipulating you to keep you around… and you decided, for the time being, to let him. You knew it was the only way to figure out the truth. People told you more when they didn't think they were telling you anything, and Kol thought he had you in the palm of his hand. It wasn't intentional or malicious, but that was the truth and you needed to figure out the reason behind it.

So you kept your head on his chest, and as he began to speak, you listened. 

"I was born of two worlds. The world of men from my father, and from my mother, the world of magic. My father's people were what yours now call the Vikings, but I, like my mother, was a witch."

Your eyes remained closed as you took note of his heartbeat, his breathing, and the vibrations of his voice. You kept track of each as he spoke, noting every change - every increase in rhythm, every struggle for breath, every fluctuation in tamber. More importantly, however, you paid attention to his hands. 

As he talked, Kol's hands began hesitantly roaming your body. He was gentle with you, and his touches were nothing short of loving. Even though you weren't entirely sure whether or not you were comfortable with being felt up, you chose not to reprimand him for it. It was pretty clear that Kol had been touch starved for most of his life, so he didn't realize everything he was telling you. Trying to figure out his past was too difficult with only the pieces he gave you verbally - he was trying to keep things from you, so you had to use every advantage. Every touch was a clue, a piece of the puzzle and you were rather good at puzzles. 

For the most part, Kol's right hand stayed in the vicinity of your head, neck and shoulders. He took to twisting and tangling your hair around the fingers of his right hand as he told you about his childhood. His early days of mayhem and magic were clearly some of his favorite memories, but you weren't sure how they related to you. Oddly enough, it was his left hand that told you more as he was right hand dominant and thus paid less attention to his other hand.

"Don't laugh, but we had werewolves for neighbors. Everything would have been fine if Niklaus hadn't taken Henrick out to watch them turn."

Kol trailed his hand from your waist over your hip and then down to your thigh. 

"When they came back, Henrick wasn't alive anymore."

His hands stilled and his voice turned distant. He wasn't over the death of his younger brother.

"My parents were devastated. So they elected to do the unthinkable. My mother cast a spell to make us immortal and bound it within us using wine laced with blood."

You found it strange that his voice was so apathetic and devoid of emotion. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or hurting just from his tone because it didn't change much, he kept his voice carefully controlled.

"I didn't realize what my mother had done to us until it was too late," He said. Kol slipped his hand beneath your shirt and you tried not to flinch, just let him caress the skin of your waist. "And I-I tried to run, I tried to warn them - I promise I did - but I-I just wasn't fast enough." He shifted uncomfortably and his right arm tugged you closer to him. "My father caught me. I thought I could outrun him. I ran as fast as I could. 'Kept trying to go faster. But I couldn't and-and then I…" He stopped and you gently pulled yourself away from him, opening your eyes.

You weren't lying on your bed anymore, the ground was dirt and the walls of your room were no longer standing. Instead you were surrounded by shadows and trees. You looked down at Kol and his eyes were far away, his expression drawn tight with fear. He was terrified.

"Wh-what seen n-next?" You asked quietly, hesitantly. You wanted to ask what had happened, but it seemed your brain was no more cooperative than usual. You weren't entirely sure you wanted to know.

Kol shook his head, eyes unfocused. "I-I didn't even know he was there until I felt it…" He whispered. He sounded so young. So scared. "I couldn't hear him behind me. I-I didn't know! If I had, I would have done something, but I didn't, and then… Then he…" The boy trailed off.

"K-ol?"

He closed his eyes and laughed. The sound came from deep in his chest and it wasn't happy at all. When he opened his eyes they were black as pitch. He looked right at you, his right hand moving to cup your cheek. He watched you for a moment, a faint smile gracing his face. Then he leaned up and captured your lips with his and you let him. His kiss was harsh and rough and needy. Kol slid his tongue over your bottom lip, asking you for permission. You denied him because he simply wasn't thinking straight, something was wrong. Kol pulled away, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours. 

"Please, Y/N?" He whispered pleadingly. "I-I need you." He tugged on your shirt. "I need you right now."

"N-no." You shook your head. "I-I can't… You're n-not o-okay… you're not-."

"Not good enough? Is that what you mean?" His voice sounded so pained. "Or is it because I'm not human?"

"No! No, no… Kol I-" You sighed. "Not that. Like you, um, I-I like you… but-but I…" 

"What's so wrong with me?" His lips ghosted over yours as he shook his head. "Why am I more broken than you?"

"Not, Kol! You-you're not!" You wanted to tell him that he was scaring you. You wanted to ask him why he was behaving this way, but you couldn't get the words to come out. "You're sca-ring me."

"Good," Kol said, petting your side. His eyes weren't black, you realized. They were blood red. "You should be scared of me." 

Then his lips were on yours, kissing you so ferociously that you knew he had no intention of stopping. He squeezed your waist and you let out a gasp of pain as his fingers dug into your flesh. But he didn't care. It was like he couldn't even hear you. He sat up with you on his lap but that wasn't enough for him. Suddenly, you were the one one the ground and Kol was hovering over you. There was something wild and desperate in those blood red eyes. Something mad.

"You want to know what happened next, Y/N?" He spoke, his voice like matted silk. "Just look around. This is the spot where it happened - a recreation of it anyway because I'll never forget." He glanced around, admiring the place. Why was his voice so emotionless?! Then his eyes snapped back to you. They were cold. His voice was soft. 

"He murdered us, Y/N," Kol said, stroking your cheek in a way that would have been loving had it not been so frigid. Even when he'd been standing with his arms around you in a crushing grip, greedily draining mouthful after mouthful of your blood, you had never been truly scared of Kol. But now, laying beneath him, completely at his mercy - now you were terrified. "He murdered us, and we all died. Finn slit his wrists because mother told him to. Elijah tried to stop our father from beating Niklaus to death, but he failed and they bled out together. Rebekah died in her sleep, her throat slit by our father's hunting knife. In some twisted way I think he was proud of me. See, I died on my feet. Alone. Here in these woods. My father drove his sword through my heart." Beneath your shirt, Kol moved his hand. He rested it over your heart, tapping lightly. "Right here… and it hurt." He drew his finger in a circle, just grazing your skin. Kol's hands were as cold as death. You knew because you remembered what death had felt like. You tried not to move.

"He killed me!" The boy choked. "He killed me, Y/N! I'm dead!" His voice quieted. He blinked. "Yes, I'm quite dead…" 

Both of you were dead. 

The cold of his hands sank into your bones and took you away. It was so cold. You shivered. Kol grinned and his fangs slid out, ready to tear into your throat. 

You hardly noticed when someone threw him off you.

A familiar voice cried your name.

"Y/N, RUN!"

But you didn't.

You were already drowning.

You were all alone and all you could see was black water and red lights. You were sinking, deeper and deeper beneath the surface. Water filled your lungs and you couldn't breathe! The black water froze your skin and burned your lungs as you desperately tried to claw your way to the surface. The red lights only drew further away from you. All you could do was sink lower, and lower. You couldn't breathe.

You closed your eyes and you were-

Back in your room?

You were back where you had begun. Standing in your room. Across from you stood Kol. His eyes were back to normal - that sweet as chocolate brown - but they were fixed on his feet and he played with his fingers nervously.

"I'm sorry about that," He said quietly. "I-I didn't realize your mind would be so excitable - so reactive to traumatic memories…" 

All the fear crashed in on you then. You screamed, backing away from the boy you'd thought you could trust. "W-hy?! Why did-did you do that to m-me?!" You didn't understand anything that was happening. 

Kol lifted his hands, trying to calm you. "No, no! Y/N/N, that wasn't me!" He claimed. "I promise that wasn't me!"

"Wh-what?!" Nothing made sense and you could still feel the water's chill. You didn't want to die again. You didn't want to drown.

"Darling, listen to me." Kol's voice drew your attention. "Your mind is playing tricks on you - on both of us. It's reacting to our fears and manifesting our nightmares."

You raised a brow, still trying to process what you had just experienced. "Wh-what's ha-happen-ening? I-I don't get! I feel cracking!" You felt shaken, out of control. It was as if there was something else moving in your mind, another force entirely. It was roiling and frothing and angry. 

The water. 

You were going to drown. You were going to die.

"Y/N, I need you to calm down!" He ordered, gritting his teeth. "Your mind is highly encourageable; it's a bit like quicksand really, the more either of us struggles, the deeper we sink," He explained. 

"So how cl-imb out?!" You demanded. Something was pulling at you. You felt light headed. 

"I'm not sure," Kol said. "But I think my worst fear is out to get you, and if that's true, then yours is only minutes behind me. We'll be in more danger the longer we remain entangled like this." 

You froze, looking up at him curiously. "You-you… fear?" You wondered. "You're afr-a-aid?" 

"Yes." Kol nodded. "Yes, that's right, I'm afraid of things too. It's alright to be afraid, love."

"What-what, uh…" You shook your head, blinking. How could he be afraid? What did he have to fear?  "What, um, sca-scares you?"

"I think you've already met it." The boy bit his lip, playing with his fingers. 

Only then did you make the connection. "Bla-lack eyes?" Kol sighed.

"It's just that I-I've, um…" He trailed off, watching you with dark eyes that had never looked so soft. "I've got this real nasty habit of breaking things…" Kol's voice was barely a whisper and you could see the tears in his eyes. "...beautiful things, things that I love - things that make me happy. I bring to desolation everything that I touch. I've done it over and over, countless times, and I'm terrified that I'll do it again." 

He looked up, meeting your eyes and you understood. Kol's worst fear was hurting you in a way you wouldn't forgive - that's what that corrupted version of him had been trying to do. Something slammed against your bedroom door - a fist pounding on wood - and you flinched. Kol's nightmare was trying to get in.

"I've seen your fears too, Y/N," The boy continued. "I've seen the red lights you told me about - the lights of the bridge you saw overhead as the current pulled you under and then the lights of emergency vehicles on your way to the hospital. I saw them."

He'd seen them. 

You were going to drown. You were going to die.

The wall behind Kol transformed into a swirling wave, rushing to flood the room. You screamed, but the impact you were bracing for never came and you felt the boy's hands on your shoulders. You glanced up. The room was as it had been - no water. "Y/N, look at me! You need to calm your mind. If you don't, then once I leave you'll be lost to horror after horror. You need to calm your mind."

But you couldn't. All you could think of was his monster's cold hands, and cold water, and red lights.

"I can't!" You cried. "I-I-I-I can-n't! I can't!"

Kol wrapped his arms around you. He was warm and you clung to him. "Shhhhhh," He whispered. "It's alright, sweet-thing. I won't let you drown."

"C-old!" You choked out. "So cold!"

"I know," He said. "I know it's cold. But I'm right here and I promise you're going to be okay."

You shook your head. You would never be okay - you were far too broken to ever be okay. "Can't f-fix my-my-mysel-f…"

Kol just held you tighter. "You don't need to fix anything, Y/N. I love you just the way you are." He combed his fingers through your hair and pulled you into his lap, pressing against you lovingly. He took your face in his hands and kissed your lips slow and soft, relishing every second of it. Then he stooped low to whisper in your ear, cradling you in his warm gentle arms. "You have a beautiful mind, darling - a powerful, extraordinary, unparalleled mind that is capable of powerful, extraordinary, and unparalleled things. You are the master of its potential, and I promise that one day these nightmares that plague you will fade. There is nothing that you are not capable of overcoming and I think I'm going to enjoy watching you rise." He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and you hugged him tighter as that lightheaded feeling increased. Your vision flooded with white and Kol's arms disappeared.

When you came around, everything was ringing. Except this time, you were pretty sure that only half of the noise could be attributed to your tinnitus. The rest you blamed on the drugs. 

You groaned. What in the Sam hill had your cousins injected you with? And how on earth had they gotten their hands on hospital grade sedatives?! They don't just sell that sort of stuff at Wal-Mart! Your cousin's extracurricular activities were becoming more and more worrisome the longer you thought about them. 

However, there was a time and a place to worry about such things and neither of those were here and now. For the moment, you needed a plan. 

Step one: Achieve mobility. (This was going to be challenging as your entire body felt like one giant block of lead.)

Step two: Ascertain your whereabouts. (You didn't think your cousins would've taken you someplace dangerous, but then again, they had kidnapped you so there was no telling what they might decide to do next.)

Step three: Negotiate your freedom. (If their willingness to jump to extreme methods was anything to go by, then any attempt to convince your cousins that Kol had merely been trying to protect you might not go over too well. So perhaps it would just be best to convince them that you were free from his wacky mind control whatever-that's-called. )

Step Four: Expect negotiations to go sour. (Elena and Jeremy didn't seem very open-minded about whatever was happening here and words had never been your strength. Hope for the best, expect the worst, right?)

Step Five: Escape via any means necessary. (While peaceful methods would be the prefered option, family or not, use of violent force would also be tolerable. Kol had said that the vampire with the hero hair was the most likely to grossly underestimate you, so you figured he was your ticket.)

Step Six: Find Kol and run. (Kol wanted to keep you safe, that you were sure of. While it was true that he wasn't exactly stable, you were important to him and for now that seemed to be your best advantage. Elena and Jeremy had other priorities and common sense dictated that you side with the possibly ancient vampire over your teenage cousins.)

The surface you were sprawled out on was luxuriously soft - softer than a cloud -  thus your will to get moving was rather illusive. With more difficulty than you thought reasonable, you sat up, scrubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. You had to blink rapidly for a few moments so your eyes could adjust to the bright sunlight streaming into the room from the window on your right, but once you could see, you found yourself in an extravagant albeit entirely unfamiliar bedroom. You had visited your cousins before and this was not their house. Such knowledge was somewhat unnerving, but you kept yourself calm regardless.

Step one and two down. Time for three and four. 

First, however, you needed to find a weapon. Hope for the best, expect the worst, and you didn't actually expect negotiating your way out of this to work, but it was worth a shot. Managing to clamber to your feet without making any sort of noise was a bit of a challenge but it didn't take you too long. Kol had informed you of the enhanced senses vampires possessed; lucky for you, you had spent your whole life perfecting the art of going unnoticed. 

Shuffling forward, you carefully made your way over to the dresser that sat pushed against the far wall. Upon it, rested a large, bronze candlestick. You weren't sure why anyone in the twenty-first century would still have a candlestick in their room, but for the moment you simply thanked heaven for people with weird decoration preferences. Grinning, you swiped the candlestick from the dresser and weighed it in your hands. It was frickin' heavy. Your grin stretched wider.

Unfortunately, the candlestick was too long for you to successfully conceal it beneath your clothing. So, sliding back to the bed, you sat down and slipped the thing underneath your leg and then pulled the covers over yourself. You rubbed at your eyes and ruffled your hair a bit in an effort to look a tad bit more distraught, then you took a deep breath…

And screamed your ever loving lungs out.

If your cousins thought you were going to be a good little prisoner then they had another thing coming.

It wasn't long before some guy with dirty blond hair came rushing into the room, waving his hands in a placating gesture while he said a bunch of words you couldn't discern in an attempt to get you to stop screaming. Faking absolute terror wasn't too hard as you were actually rather unsettled by the situation as a whole, however, you did feel a little bad because the dude in front of you seemed pretty close to hysterics himself. You decided to take it easy on him and snap your mouth shut abruptly, staring at him with eyes as wide as quarters. He let out a nearly comical sigh of relief and took a step closer.

Naturally, you started screaming again.

The poor man jumped and scrambled back, putting his finger to his lips and again trying to calm you. He kept apologizing over and over but you figured that acting like a total wreck would benefit you most so you continued your mindless shrieking. His expression turned pleading and he clasped his hands together in earnest.

You took pity on him and shut up again, looking him over. You knew instantly that this must have been Stefan Salvatore. Kol had been absolutely right - the guy really did look like a main character of something.

He opened his mouth to talk. "I'm not going to hurt you," He said slowly. He over pronounced his words so you could read them off his lips. Then he pointed at the bedside table. "We charged those for you."

You blinked, watching him with distrustful eyes before sparing the briefest glance to where he was pointing. Resting in a charging port, were your hearing aids and you silently thanked every deity you knew of that they had survived through two kidnappings. You snatched them up and put them on, keeping your eyes on Stefan the whole time. 

When your hearing aids beeped to life, sound returned to your world and escape seemed that much more possible.

"Uh, hi." Stefan waved awkwardly. "Can you, um… can you hear me?"

"Y-yeah," You said, letting your voice shake.

"Good! Great! That's, uh, that's really… great…" He nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, um, I'm Stefan and, uh… this is, uh, my-my house… and… I really hoped your cousins would be back by now." He kept talking really slowly and offered you a sheepish smile. Bless his soul, he was trying so hard. You almost felt bad for him.

"W-where is-is Jer-r-emy? El-en-en-na? Where gone?!" You demanded, hugging yourself for extra pity points. 

"I'm a friend of Elena's," Stefan said, trying to reassure you. "She asked me to watch out for you while she and Jeremy went to go put their stuff back at their place. They're really worried about you, uh… Y/N… It is Y/N, right?" He asked quickly. You nodded. 

"Don't, uh, don't under-s-stan-and!" You hiccuped.

"I know you're scared, but you're safe here. I promise," He said. You looked up at him with curious, vulnerable eyes. He continued, "Elena told me what happened. You're safe now. Kol is never gonna hurt you again." 

To hell with steps three and four; now was the perfect time to throw yourself a pity party.

You froze at the mention of Kol's name, letting your breaths turn shallow and your eyes open wide. You shook your head. "No," You whispered. "No, no, no! N-ot him! He-he was i-in my-my head! No! Ma-ake lea-ve. Can't… don't want to! Make me do things! Did-didn't want to!" Tearing your fingers through your hair and sobbing, you proceed to stutter out some incomprehensible gibberish about being scared out of your wits.

It seemed to do the trick.

Stefan's eyes flew wide and he did that thing with his hands again, looking as if he were trying to calm a spooked horse. "Hey, hey! Shhhhhh. Y/N, shhhhhh. It's okay! I'll call Elena, yeah? I'll-I'll call Elena and-and you can, uh, you can talk to her about all this. Alright? Does that sound good?"

You just nodded, pretending to cry. This was going to be much easier than you'd thought.

Stefan paced around the room, holding his phone to his ear. "Hey, Elena. Uh, your cousin is up and, uh, I-" He glanced back at you. "-I can't understand a word she's trying to say. You think you could get back here? Soon?" He paused, listening. "Well 'cause she's so… different! I don't know how to deal with this!" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You waited until his back was turned, tightening your grip on the candlestick still hidden under your leg. Soundlessly, you slipped out of the bed and crept up behind him, raising the candlestick high over your head. 

"Thanks," He said into the phone. He moved to hang up. This was your chance.

Without giving any sort of warning, you brought the heavy bronze down on Stefan's skull as hard as you could.

A sickening crack echoed through the air and he grunted, swaying for a moment before he collapsed to his knees. The phone slipped from his fingers but you caught it and hung up before it too could hit the floor. Stefan groaned and lifted his head, squinting up at you, his face a picture of confusion.

"How…" 

You just shrugged, brushing some hair from your face before Spartan kicking Stefan in the chest. The force of the impact sent him toppling over onto his back. Feeling no remorse whatsoever, you stepped on both his hands to keep him pinned. Blood from your first blow dripped down the candlestick, slickening the shaft. You adjusted your grip and raised the weapon over your head again. With a scream of effort, you bashed the candlestick over his head four more times, until you were satisfied that he wouldn't be getting up any time soon.

Pushing the hair from your face with a bloodied hand, you stood, patting Stefan on the knee. It was nothing personal - he had just made the same mistake as far too many others. You were damaged, it was true; where people went wrong was thinking that damaged meant the same thing as helpless. It didn't. 

Wiping Stefan's blood on your pants, you left the room. You were no stranger to blood - the sight of it had stopped making you queasy a long time ago. Moving down a dimly lit hallway decorated with wood and red carpet, you found your way to a stairwell which you took. At the end of another long and dim hallway, you spotted a window large enough to crawl through. You dashed towards it. Because attempting to find the front door in this maze of a house would take forever and you didn't have the time to waste. You forced the latch and threw the window open. 

The stupid thing hardly budged.

You groaned. Throwing your weight against it a few more times, you managed to shove it open a little more - just enough for you to fit through. You made sure to chuck the candlestick out first because there was no way you were leaving that thing behind, then you steeled your nerves and dove through. You went head first, wriggling your way out while simultaneously tossing away any shred of dignity you'd ever possessed. All that time spent immobile in various hospital beds had finally paid off! For the first time in your life, you were actually grateful to be so extraordinarily frail. 

After tumbling to the ground in a heap that lacked any grace whatsoever, you took a brief moment to curse your cousins for kidnapping you. Once that was taken care of, you stood, brushed yourself off, and grabbed your candlestick out of the dirt. It was pretty gross, seeing as all the leaves and moss and dirt had gotten stuck to the congealed blood glossing the thing, but you simply could not find the will to care. You had only ever visited your cousins once and thus had absolutely no clue where anything in their little town was. However, as long as you weren't with Elena, anywhere would be better than that creepy old house. So, you took a deep breath and hightailed it into the trees.

You ran as far and as fast as your short, under-used legs would carry you and you were pretty sure you tripped over every root there was to be had along the way. You only paused when you heard the snap of a branch. It was a little too close for comfort and you were almost positive there were no deer nearby. Flinching as you turned up the volume on your hearing aids, you listened for other sounds of a pursuer. 

You turned to face her as she stepped out from behind a tree on your left, swiftly and casually tucking the candlestick out of her view. The girl was blonde and looked to be around Elena's age. She was rather tall too, and she watched you with an appraising gleam in her sharp, preparatory, blue eyes. Those eyes reminded you of Kol's - you smiled wryly. 

"What's that buzzing sound?" She asked first, glancing around. Her voice blared in your ears, your hearing aids dramatically enhancing the annoyed tone of it. You flinched. Turning your head, you pointed out your hearing aids to her, proceeding to lower the volume on them. She tilted her head curiously. "Are those little devices how you heard me coming?" The girl wondered. You nodded. "Huh… Are you Y/N?" You nodded again. "Do you know who I am?" You shook your head. Her eyes flicked down to your semi subtle attempt at hiding the candlestick and she smirked, gesturing vaguely at it. "Concealing your weapon, are we? I can see why Kol likes you so much. Come now love, what is it? Is it the revolver or the lead pipe?"

You chuckled softly at the sheer irony as you showed her the bronze candlestick. The girl's eyes widened and she smirked in amusement. Then she strode forward and stuck out her hand for you to shake, which is exactly what you did.

"My name's Rebekah," She said. "Kol's my older brother; he called me and asked me to keep an eye out for you." 

"Why-why go? Why d-did, uh, it?" You asked skeptically.

Rebekah shrugged. "I owe him," She replied easily. "Besides, us girls need to stick together." She smiled and you returned it. "Also, did you whack Stefan Salvatore over the head with that thing?" The girl pointed to the candlestick in your hand and you just nodded vigorously. Her grin grew wider. "Oh, darling, I like you! Let's go get you cleaned up before Kol gets back, yeah? He's real anxious to see you." 

Rebekah threw an arm around your shoulders and you followed her lead out of the woods. 

Turns out, Kol and the rest of his family were loaded, so you spent the rest of your evening in comfort at their enormous mansion. Rebekah gave you some fresh clothes for you to change into, which you appreciated despite them being a bit too big. She also introduced you to her other brother, Elijah who you helped solve a crossword puzzle. You also helped Rebekah with her homework because the poor girl was seriously struggling in algebra. 

Five hours after you had arrived, the door to the kitchen opened behind you and someone threw their keys on the counter. You sat at the bar, checking the last problem on Bekah's homework while she watched over your shoulder. Elijah sat behind you, reading a really thick book. When you heard the door open, you smirked and turned around. Standing in the doorway was Kol. His hair was tousled and his chocolate eyes were an innocent kind of tired. You thought he looked soft.

"Hello, K-ol!" You chirped.

The grin that spread across his face could have lit up the whole world but it was only meant for you. "Hello, Y/N/N." He waved.

You hopped off your stool and ran to him, jumping up so you could throw your arms around his shoulders. Kol caught you and held on tight, burying his face in your neck. His whole body curled around yours and neither of you said a word because no words needed to be said. You gasped as he turned his head to press a few heated kisses along your jaw, but he made no move to take it anywhere further. Not at the moment. Kol wasn't done holding you yet.

Your cheeks flared with heat as someone behind you cleared their throat and you were abruptly reminded that you weren't alone. 

"I know Elijah," Kol mumbled into your neck. "I owe you for keeping Klaus away, I've got it."

Rebekah just huffed and stalked out of the room. You turned your head a bit to watch as Elijah closed his book. 

"No, actually I was going to say that for this one-" He gestured to you. "-I'd be more than happy to do it again."

Kol merely sent his brother a thumbs up and went back to kissing your neck. That wasn't very nice of him so you smacked his arm and he sighed, glancing up at Elijah. "Thank you for the offer, I'll keep it in mind. Now bugger off!" You smacked his arm again. "Alright, bugger off please?" He added. 

Elijah huffed a laugh and left the room. When he was gone, Kol turned back to you. His eyes turned a little more sad now that you were alone.

"Y/N…  I just want to say-" 

You slapped your hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up so you could talk. But you didn't. You signed instead.

You pointed to yourself. 

Then crossed your arms over your chest.

Then you pointed at him.

"I love you."

Kol grinned and smoothed his hands over your arms. You pulled him close again for another hug but this time Kol's hands gripped your thighs, prompting you to hook your legs around him. A breeze skipped over your skin and your surroundings changed in an instant. Kol placed you down on his bed and moved to shut the door before returning. You blushed deeply, shying away from him as he climbed over you. 

"S-slow?" You asked quietly. He smiled and cupped your cheek, brushing the loose strands of hair away from your face. Kol left a lingering kiss to your forehead. Then he moved, ghosting his lips along your bright pink cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed and he kissed those next. His feather-soft lips trailed along your jaw and then finally met yours for a kiss that lit a fire in your lungs that spread through your whole body. You felt warm. Kol was warm.

"You're beautiful," He whispered, urging you to lie back. Kol kissed you gently, tucking stay wisps of hair behind your ears as you shifted. "I'd do anything for you." That boy deepened his kiss, drawing a soft moan out of you that turned his breaths shallow. Kol pulled back and those chocolate eyes of his burned into yours. "Broken or not-" He said. "-I love every part of you."

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[talia-rumlow]

Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/Original Female Character) Chapter Three

WORD COUNT: 6026

TRIGGERS: Mentions of War Trauma, PTSD, Age Gap, Alcohol, Teenage Pregnancy

HAPPY READING!

CHAPTER THREE - YOU!

"What was the ASAP about?" Molly questions, as she takes a seat in the egg chair when Calleigh closes the door to her bedroom.

"Huh?" Calleigh replies. With everything that had happened with Brock this morning, she almost forgot about the message she sent last night.

"It's about the guy in the pool isn't it?" Molly gestures towards the back of the house. Her heart is beating rapidly from the exitement for her friend. Although Brock is older, and Jack's friend. If there's feelings there, Calleigh should definetly act on it.

Calleigh lets out a noise and lets herself fall back first down on her bed. One thing was feeling it, to say it out loud. That would make it really real. And she can't fall for Brock. That would absolutely ruin everything, in every possible way imaginable. "What do you want me to say, Molls?" She breathes out, as she sits up, and buries her face in her hands.

"You looked pretty close there. Did something happen?" Molly pushes on. She was usually a shy and quiet person, but all of that kinda went away when she was with Calleigh and Jess. The three girls had known each other for 16 years or so, it was easy to be around them.

"Arrgh... I don't know, Molls," Calleigh sniffs. "It's Brock. I don't even know what's happening to me," she continues, whiping away a lonely tear that escaped her eye. When did everything become so difficult? Any other guy would work, litterally anyone. But her dad's best friend. What would Jack say? What would her mom say? Her grandparents? Brock's mom and siblings? Did she just fuck up the rest of her life?

"Oh, honey," Molly's comforting voice is suddenly right beside her, and Molly's hand is on her shoulder. "You can't decide who you fall in love with. And neither can he. If you feel-," she starts.

"He's my dad's best friend. He's known me since birth. God, Molly, he probably changed my diapers. This is just wrong on so many levels," Calleigh sniffs again. Almost sobbing now. How could she be this stupid? Even if she wanted this, and he wanted this, it could never happen. It just couldn't.

Molly puts her arm around her friend. There's no need for words right now. It will undoubtably be hard for Calleigh to date Brock, or have a fling with Brock, or whatever they might have going on. But Molly was still a firm believer that if you feel and he feels, you should act it out. No matter the consequences. She guesses that's a mentallity she has from losing her dad at a young age. She was so young when he passed, that she never really got to know him. So she felt the need to live life to the fullest, to make him proud, and to make sure she did absolutely everything she wanted to or dreamt about doing.

After Molly's dad passed away, Jack stepped in and became a father figure for her. He made sure Molly and her mom were alright and taken care of. Molly often stayed at the Rollins house or Jack's lake house when her mom worked or needed some time for herself. Jack had always been there for her. Brock, on the other hand, was more like the fun uncle who occasionally spoiled them with candy. Both Jack and Brock felt like family to Molly. Jack even gave her a job in his business, treating her like his own daughter. When Molly turned 18, two years after Calleigh moved to New York with her mom, Jack attended her graduation alongside her mom. He then offered her a job in his HR team. Molly was thrilled because she had trouble leaving her mom behind. The job had good pay, insurance, occasional travel opportunities, and a desk job, which was rare for someone her age. It felt reassuring to have a stable job at Rollins Delivery, a company with a long history and promising future. Molly felt like she had a job for life.

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Brock slowly exits the pool. If you were a casual bystander to the scene, you could argue that it was taken straight out of a movie. His shorts hangs losely over his hips, revealing his toned V shape. His dark skin glistening in the sun from the water dripping off it. The tattoos on his arms make him look like a good bad guy. The few hairs on his upper body barly visible given his skin tone. As Brock lifts his arm, dragging his hand through his hair, he reveals another tattoo hidden on his upper arm.

Brock sighs. He shouldn't have tried to kiss her. She didn't exactly tell him no, but she didn't say yes either. His heart make an extra beat when he thinks about how close they were. Just an inch more, and he would have had his lips on hers. Calleigh was undoubtably an amazing young woman. Beautiful, sweet, intelligent and not at all like his previous girlfriends. But still, after his ex Taylor it was hard to think about starting a new relationship. And a relationship with Calleigh. Would that at all be possible? Even if she wanted it, and he wanted it, it would be almost impossible given his friendship with Jack.

Brock pushes his thoughts to the back of his head, no use in thinking about this now. Not until he's sure it can actually turn into something. He picks up his t shirt from the tiles, and hangs it over a chair To dry off. Then he looks at Kilo, still frolicking in the pool. "Hey, buddy! Come here," he shouts to the dog. "Hey, dog, come here," he repeats. There's no response from Kilo, nothing at all. He's like his nephew Aaron was when he was two years old, and Brock tried to get him to bed. "Stupid dog," Brock mutters for himself.

A loud whiste from the back enterance to the garage catches both Brock's and Kilo's attention. Kilo exits the pool instantaniously, greeting the person who whistled, as she puts down four plastic bags with the familiar sound of bottles clinking together.

Jessica or Jess for short Grayson was 22 years old, and the only one out of the three friends that could legally purchase alcohol. She was about 5'5" with thick dark hair, brown eyes and that typical latina flair, both physically and mentally. She had a smart mouth, that almost always got her into or out of trouble. Her quick wit was well known around these parts, and Brock could imagine that she had a great future ahead of her in the legal world. Both of Jessicas parents were lawyers. Her dad Stephen Grayson was a corporate lawyer, he got his degree at Harvard, and had earned himself a good reputation in the business since then. Her mother Eliana Lucía was a well known defense attorny, with several high end cases under her belt. Jessica had followed in her parents footsteps, and was working on her undergraduate degree. She had started straight out of high school, and Jack had been so sure of her skills, that he'd already given her a job on his legal team, even before she had finished law school.

"They're up in Calleigh's room," Brock informs her grabbing her bags "You just head on in, I'll put these in the fridge for ya'," he continues.

"As long as you don't take anything," Jess replies raising one of her eyebrows.

Brock takes a look in the bags, then he sends Jess an amused look. "You have four six packs and four bottles of wine. What are you planning on doing?" He chuckles.

Jess lifts her right hand, mimicking drinking. "Glugg, glugg yohoo," she laughs, before she enters the house and dissapeares.

Brock can't help but shake his head. Although he remembers his early 20's he can't say that it's the same as Calleigh, Molly or Jess' lifes. Brock had enlisted shortly after his 18th birthday. He didn't think much of it back then. The military was a good way to make some extra money for his family. And it wasn't unsusual for Texan boys to enlist. Nothing much happened after Basic Training either. A couple of NATO training ops in Scandinavia, but nothing he saw as dangerous or life threatening at all. But that was before that horrendous day in September 2001. He can still remember that day. And he can still feel his body tense up when he thinks back. The whole country held their breaths. And he knew, he just knew that this was his chance to really do something, something he would be remembered for, something that mattered.

After that day everything changed. In November that very same year, he left for his first tour in Afghanistan. He was 24 years old, young, ignorant as to what war really was and ready to fight for his family and his country's freedom. They were called heroes, and back then he felt like one. He had no idea what waited for him over there. And he's glad he didn't know back then. What he witnessed, he wouldn't want his worst enemy to experience. It wasn't often he really let himself think back, it was too painful, and he still went to therapy to deal with his flashbacks, and the PTSD he had been diagnosed with after he came home for good. Some people told him he was lucky, that he came home. Not everyone did. He didn't feel lucky, there wasn't a bone in his body that felt lucky. He felt more guilty. Guilty that he survived. And in any other situation, you would never tell someone that they were lucky if they saw their friends die a horrible death, without them being able to do a damn thing about it. Who in their rigtheous mind, would concider that to be lucky?

Trying to shake the memories off, he walks inside loading the fridge with the stuff Jess brought with her. He contemplates taking a beer, but decides against it. He has to make a quick trip home to pick up some stuff. And maybe he'll ask the girls if they want pizza or something. The second Calleigh pops up in his head, it's like all the bad memories just fade away. Like they were never there. Brock has never experienced this before, not even when he was a teenager. That a girl could just erase all the bad feelings. As he lets himself gently fall down on the couch, he takes a quick peak up the stairs mouthing a silent thank you to Calleigh.

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"Oh great, you're here. We. Need. Advice," Molly tells Jess, almost before she enters the room.

"Naha, no no," Jess replies, lifting her hand making a pretend wall between herself and the two girls on the bed. "If I hear ONE more legal jargon. I swear to God himself I'm gonna need my mother's advice," she continues.

"Not even if it's about a certain handsome older guy that's somewhere downstairs right now?" Molly asks, her tone teasing, like she want's to lure Jess into a trap or something.

"Brock did something illegal?" Jess gasps rubbing her hands together as she sits down next to Calleigh. "What did he do?" She continues.

Calleigh puts her hands over her face, lets out a displeased sound, before she lets herself fall back on the bed. "You didn't tell me he was all tattooed and shit," she mumbles.

"Yeah, after he got out of that horrible relationship he really, and I mean really cleaned himself up," Jess informs, still blissfully ignorant to the situation at hand.

"Relationship?" Calleigh sits back up again "What relationship?" She asks. Why didn't she know about this? Not that she expected Brock to tell her, but even when she lived in New York, she did visit her dad as often as possible, and she never encountered any girls on Brock's arm.

"Yeah, apparantly she was a real bitch to him. Everyone was talking about it. Anyway, what did he do? He didn't kill her, did he? Because she probably deserves that, after what I've heard," Jess continues, fast paced, and still oblivious to what's acctually happening.

"What did you hear?" Calleigh pushes for answers, answers she's not even sure she wants. The thought of another woman close to Brock does something to her. It's like all the sunshine, butterflies and rainbows that awakens inside her when she thinks about him or she's close to him, are taken over by these black stormy clouds. And that does not feel good at all. Rationally she understands that Brock isn't a virgin, with his 46 years he must have had several women. But the thought of another woman kissing him, touching him. She want's to be the one to do that. "God, I need help," she whines before she lets herself fall back on the bed again.

"What did Brock do?" Jess ask again.

Jess's question earns her a look from Molly. "I think it's good that you took a break from law reading Jess. Snap out of it. Calleigh is into Brock," Molly snaps her fingers in front of Jess, earning a scream from Calleigh behind her hands that still covers her face.

"Nooo," Jess almost screams. Earning a frantic nod from Molly.

"Oh, yes. And by the looks of it, he's into her as well," Molly's voice is almost extatic. That's how happy she is for her friend.

"He's not into me, Molls. He's 26 years older than me, oh, and don't forget that he's also my dad's best friend," Calleigh tries, but she's interrupted by Jess.

"Okay, let's go downstairs and see for ourselfs. I know these things you know. I can smell it a mile away," Jess voice is almost instructing them. "Hey, Calleigh. What are you going to do if he's into you?" She continues, suddenly there's a tiny bit of concern in her voice.

"I don't know... I really don't know," Calleigh sighs. "Should I do something? Could I do something?" She continues.

"I say go for it. But first, let's assess the situation, and then I can give you pointers," Jess talks as she moves towards the door. "Seriously, I don't know what you guys would do without me," she continues as she opens the door.

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Brock leans back in the coutch. Looks up at the ceiling, before he drags his hand over his face. Fuckin' life. He absolutely knew that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to picking girlfriends. God knows life had taught him that. But Calleigh? He really went too far down the idiot road this time. But no matter how much he told himself to stop, it was impossible. The feelings were already there, nothing he could do about that now, other than keep a safe distance. But given that Calleigh now lived here full time, his friendship With Jack, and the fact that he practically was a part of the family, that would raise suspicion. "Jesus, Brock," he whispers to himself.

He needs to get out of here. Go home for a bit, let the girls have the place for themselves for a couple of hours. Go home, take a shower, clear his head, and order pizza or something on his way back. He just needs to tell Calleigh first. With a sigh he gets himself off the coutch.

Walking up the stairs, he feels like it takes forever. But it gives him time to think. Maybe if he just forces himself to not have feelings the next time he looks at her. Maybe that'll help. Pretend she's someone else. God, it is possible to be more stupid or childish? Brock looked at himself as a normal intelligent human being, except when he was in love, then he was as stupid as they come.

He takes a couple of deep breaths, before he lifts his hand to knock on Calleigh's door. He can hear Jess' voice from the inside, but he can't make out what she's saying. Before he gets to think any further, Jess opens the door.

"Whoa. Mr. Rumlow," Jess gasps in surprise. She knows that they usually just call him Brock. But she was raised well, and she was surprised by him standing there.

"Brock is fine, Jessica," he replies as he take a quick peak into the room.

"Now who's in Stealth mode?" Calleigh teases, raising her eyebrows.

Brock smiles in return. Or at least his face is trying to smile. Brock feels like it's more like a bad attempt at a funny face. "I have my moments," he desperately tries to laugh it off. But all he can think is 'not working' over and over again. Forcing his mind to get it together, he clears his throat. "I was thinking about heading home for a while, pick up some stuff I need..," he stops mid sentence, looking at Calleigh. "Are you crying?" He asks, concern in his voice and written all over his face.

"Nah, nothing. You just go home and do your thing. We'll be fine," Calleigh replies, but her heart sinks from the thought of him leaving.

"I just need some stuff for work, and I don't know when Jack'll be back. If you want anything to eat, I can order pizza on my way back," Brock looks between the girls, searching for an answer.

"You're staying here?" Jess questions, before she clears her throat. "I mean. You're staying here," Jess tries to give Brock her sweetest smile. It wasn't at all meant like a negative remark when she delivered the line as a question. It just caught her off guard, that Brock actually had the intention of staying here. With Calleigh. Stupid brain, she thinks for herself. Cursing at the fact that those brain to mouth filters was something you were born with, and not something you could install later on.

"Pizza is good, Brock. Thanks," Calleigh hastely shoots in to stop Jess from taking the speak before you think thing any further. It wasn't like it was embarrassing or anything, they all knew each other. Including Brock. No, what Calleigh feared the most was for Brock to catch on to her liking him.

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As the afternoon sun sends it's last rays down on the backyard of the Rollins house. Jess, Molly and Calleigh sits poolside. Fet in the water and a bottle of beer i hand, listening to the birds soothing tones.

"Not into you? Seriously, Calleigh?" Jess almost laughs. "He's staying here with you. What does that tell you?" She continues, tilting her head a bit and making that signature Jess move, raising one of her eyebrows.

"What it tells me is that my dad is overly protective, and that he asked Brock to look after me. That's what it tells me," Calleigh replies. It's not like she doesn't want Brock to be into her. Because that would be absolutely amazing. But it will also be frightening as hell.

"You're 20 years old, Calleigh. You don't need a babysitter anymore. Brock knows that. He's staying here because he wants to, not because your dad asked him," Jess continues to push on, earning a hard nod from Molly, as to show she's with Jess on this one.

"Have you actually seen my dad?" Calleigh argues. "You guys of all people should know that you don't say no to him, you just don't," she continues as memories from her junior high School years fills her head.

Jack Rollins was 6'2" with piercing green eyes and dark hair. He was the sweetest person alive,but he looked scary. He was injured during his last tour in Afghanistan in 2008, which had earned him a pretty nasty scar on the lower right side of his face. Once he got used to the scar, he carried it like war paint, and used if for all it was worth. Especially when it came to Calleigh and her dates. It wasn't like she didn't get dates. Guys did ask her out, and she had a couple of movie dates during her teenage years. But it never turned into anything serious. Mostly because of Jack, and his way of greeting her dates, when they picked her up. She especially remembers this one time. Damien, a guy two years older than her, from Jess' class had asked her to the movies. She was 14 years old, and Damien had just turned 16, and had his drivers license. That was a big deal for Calleigh, she was thrilled when he asked her out. Putting on her nicest outfit, and spending way too much time in front of the mirror before he picked her up. And then Jack had greeted him in the door, holding his Glock-17. She can laugh about it now, but back then, she was beyond embarrassed. And Damien, poor Damien, he almost forgot his own name. And when Jack sent her off with "Have her home by ten. You know I was Delta Force, right?" Damien almost forgot which side of the car he was supposed to enter. It was safe to say that Damien never took her to the movies after that.

"Brock tells Jack no. I've heard him do that several times," Molly shoots in. She's right. Brock did tell Jack no. And Brock did argue with Jack. The two men were best friends, and they had been best friends for over 30 years. But they could argue and discuss. That went both ways. But it never turned into anything serious. Calleigh can't remember a single time that the two men really had a falling out. Sorta like the friendship she had with Molly and Jess. A friendship that'll last for life. "Why does your dad feel that you need a babysitter anyway?" Molly questions.

Calleigh shrugs. "Well, Brock has this new truck. And he was parked in our driveway when I came home yesterday. I didn't recognize the truck, and the garage door was open. So...," she stops for a second. Remembering how extremely sexy Brock looked in his work jeans with the cloth tucked down the side and the oil stains on his upper body. "I sorta called the police," she continues, trying to push that image to the back of her head, push it down that drawer where everything she doesn't want to remember or think about is. That drawer is starting to fill up now, which makes it harder to close.

Jess snorts, then she start to laugh, wiping away the beer that spurted from her nose and mouth from the snort. "Oh my God. I just got beer in my nose, but it was so worth it. You called the cops on Brock?" She continues to laugh so hard that if they didn't know her, it would be impossible to understand what she was saying.

"This is a story for the wedding for sure," Molly chimes in, giving Calleigh a friendly nudge on the shoulder.

"No, please no. I already had that image in my head. Do not mention this ever again, please," Calleigh begs, but she can't help but laugh. The thought of a wedding, any wedding makes her happy. Weddings were nice and beautifully romantic. And the aspect of her own wedding, she couldn't deny that brought a smile to her face.

"Aaawwww.. You imagine marr-," Jess starts, but Brock's voice from the portch door cuts her off.

"Pizza's here!" He informs, before he walks over to the outside dining area to set it up for them to eat.

A wave of yeasty freshly baked pizza dough, cheese, fresh vegtables, haljapenos and perfectly coocked meat hits their nostrils as Brock opens the boxes revealing the fresh goodness.

"The Mediterranean," Brock exclaims like he was intorducing a band or something. "I hope that's still your favorite," he questions, giving Calleigh a nervous look.

"Aaaaawww, he remembered your favorite," Jess chimes in, once again without thinking. Earning herself a nudge from Molly.

"What?" Brock asks. His heart beating out of his chest. Did Calleigh talk about him? Man, he wish he knew what she said. But, then again, the comment did come from Jess, and you could never know what was going on inside her head.

"Pizza, yum!" Jess hastely replies, grabbing a slice and takes a big bite "Mmmmm," she hums, giving Brock a big smile, hoping that her comment will be brushed off as tipsy talk, or just Jess being Jess.

"I... I'm gonna grab a beer, you want one?" Brock asks. He feels his face is burning up, and the sun is about to set, so it's definetly not from the sun. And a beer seemed like a perfectly good excuse to get away from the situation for a minute or two.

"Sure. Thanks Brock," Calleigh sends him a smile.

Her voice is like music to his ears. And her smile, it makes him go weak in the knees. Yes, he knows that it's Calleigh, but he can't deny these feelings. He just can't.

As soon as Brock dissapeares back inside. Molly looks at Jess. "You do know that when you talk, people hear you, right?" She questions, but with a wink, so that Jess'll know that she's not really mad. The three best friends had their own language that way. They could say almost anything to each other without it being seen as a negative thing. Maybe that was what had held them together all these years.

"I know, I know. But he remembered her favorite," Jess replies, placing her hands over her heart to show how sweet she think that was. "And did you see that he didn't order anything with garlic?" She continues, waving her hand to the three pizza boxes on the table. "Kissy, kissy," she teases, wiggeling her eyebrows as she friendly nudges Calleigh's shoulder.

Calleigh looks at the boxes Jess gestured to, then she looks at the house. The thought of kissing Brock fills her whole body. She can almost feel his lips on hers just by thinking about it. She bites her bottom lip as she turns her face towards her two friends.

"Just sayin'," Jess smiles. They don't get to talk anymore about how pizza without garlic was an invite to kissing before Brock returns with the beers.

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After a couple of hours, talking and drinking. Molly and Jess decides that it's time to leave. Molly says goodbye to Calleigh with a hug and a "Tell me how it goes." Jess is a bit more frisky and leaves with a hug and a "Go for it." If Calleigh is honest with herself, she has no idea how to do either of those things. She's not sure there'll even be any details to share with Molly at all. And to go for it? How does one do that?

As Calleigh folds up the blankets, she contemplates her options. Go to her room for the rest of the night, or ask Brock if he want's to watch a movie. No, the movie thing doesn't feel right. She takes a quick look at Brock. He's in the middle of collecting all the empty bottles and cutlery. Kiss Brock. Kiss those perfect lips that occationally curls up into this funny and teasing smile. Stop it, Calleigh, she angrilly tells herself. Her steps might be a bit to hard and angry when she walks beside the pool to put the blankets away. Stupid day, stupid Calleigh, Stupid Brock. She thinks to herself, but she can't help but turn and look at what Brock is doing. That's a move she ahouldn't have done, without realizing it, and without any kind of warning, Calleigh walks straight into the pool making a big splash.

Brock jumps from the splash, reacting instantly he runs over and jumps in the pool as well. Frantically moving away the now soaking wet blankets, before grabbing Calleigh getting her to the surface. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asks, his breath ragged. Jesus, how she scared him.

"I'm fine, I just took a wrong step. DAMNIT!" Calleigh replies. This is just fucking perfect. Making a total fool out of herself in front of Brock. That was just what was missing from this day.

Brock takes a step closer to her. His heart beating so rapidly he's sure he could pass out any second. "Are you sure you're okay?" He whispers, bringing his right hand up to cup her face. "Calleigh," he breathes out.

Calleigh doesn't know what to say or do. The feeling of Brock's big rough hand on her cheeck renders her speechless. All she can do is look at him, study every single contour on his face and neck. How his eyes looks at her, how he licks his lips, how his Adams Apple bobs when he swallows. His hand slowly moves, and two of his fingers glides in behind her ear. Calleigh takes a deep breath. This is it, she thinks. "Brock," she breathes out in a whisper.

When their noses touch each other, and Calleigh still hasn't moved away, Brock leans in and gently brushes his lips over hers. He can't tell if he's surprised, scared or both, when Calleigh parts her lips for him. But he's not letting this moment slip out of his hands. Slow and gentle he licks into her mouth, meeting her warm, soft tongue. Never in his wildest Dreams would he have imagined life to bring him to this place, to this moment. But it was without comparasing the best moment in his entire life.

Calleigh feels like she's floating. His lips are so soft and gentle on hers, and mixed with the soft sounds the water makes around them when they move closer, the whole experience is something she usually only see in movies. She has to touch him, she can't help herself. Slowly she lifts her arms placing them on his hips. His left hand moves around her, pulling her closer as he licks into her mouth again, letting his tongue slow dance with hers. Holy fuck, she's actually kissing him. She's kissing Brock.

Their breaths becomes more ragged as the kisses heats up. Brock moves both his hands behind Calleigh's back, pulling her into him. Her hands moves up his back and neck, before she lets them glide into his hair. That thick soft hair. Brock slowly moves his hands up her back, almost all the way up to her shoulders, pressing their bodies together. Her breasts pressed agains him. Sweet Jesus, it's becomming really hard not to let everything go. Just give all the fucks in the world about consequenses, and just..

Calleigh lifts her legs up, wrapping them around Brock's waist. The water makes it easier to move even if her body is shivering. She feels like she's in the middle of one of her favorite romance flicks. Everything is just so perfect. The light evening wind, blowing in the trees, like a whispered song. The lights in the pool surrounding them with a diamond like theme, and then, in the middle of it all. Her and Brock. Kissing.

Brock can feel the heat building up. He can feel himself wanting more. Not wanting to go all out right away he stops. Cradeling Calleigh's face in his hands while leaning his forehead into hers. Both of them are beathing heavily. Calleigh's legs slowly losens their grip around his waist. Sweet baby Jesus how his body reacts to her. "Are you okay?" He asks, his eyes locked on hers, searching them for answers.

"Y..Yeah. I... I'm okay," she breatlessly replies. "You?" She adds.

Suddenly it's like Brock snaps out of the dream and into reality. His brain is working again, realizing what he just did. "I... I shouldn't have done that," he confess. Gently letting go of her, he takes a step backwards, away from her. "Fuck, I shouldn't have done that," he repeats.

Calleigh's heart goes ice cold. He shouldn't have done that? Then why the hell did he? How can something be so magical one second, and then just rot the next? "W..Why?" She asks, her voice trembling, and she's sure she's about cry any second. Why did this always happen? Was she not good enough? Thinking back, she hadn't kissed that many boys. Brock was the third. Maybe she wasn't a good kisser? How could she know. Nothing ever lasted long enough for anyone to be in a possition to tell her.

The look on her face absolutely breaks Brocks heart. She looks defeated, nothing like the happy smiling Calleigh he knows and loves. All he wants to do is to kiss her again. But the thought of what that might lead to scares him, more than he cares to admit. "Come on," he says, offering his hand. He can't explaine how happy he is, when she takes it. "Let's get out of these wet clothes," he continues, guiding them both out of the pool. He continues to hold her hand, as they walk through the house and up the stairs. He doesn't want to let her go, so he holds thigh until they part ways outside her room, and he has to let it go.

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Calleigh leans her back against her bedroom door, after she close it behind her. Did this really happen? Did he actually kiss her? It's not a dream, is it? If she pinches her arm right now, is she going to wake up? And he shouldn't have done that? What was that all about?

She curses at herself for not defying her dad early on, for not going on more dates, for not explain for the few guys she went out with that her dad was a good guy, just overly protective. And that they shouldn't take it personal. That she's not more like Jess. That she hasn't slept with anyone yet. The virgin part never used to be something she cared about. She was raised well, taught to be careful. Since her parents were very young when they had her, they told her time and time again to be careful, to use protection. She never really understood why they kept saying that to her. One time was more than enough, and she didn't want to end up in the same situation as her parents. Her mom was only 18 years old when she was born, Jack was 20, and serving in Iraq. Not to mention the fact that they were never together, when she thinks about it she didn't even know if they ever had any kind of feelings for each other. Maybe she was just a result of a drunken night, after Jack got back from Basic Training. Stupid, that's what it was.

He shouldn't have done that? Calleigh can hear his voice in her head. God! Fine, he shouldn't have done that. Good, great, perfect. He could just go home then. She could manage this house on her own.

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Brock puts his hands on either side of the mirror in the guest bathroom. Looks at himself. Jesus, Brock. What the fuck are you doing? It's Jack's daughter, his baby girl, his pride and joy, his everything. Calleigh is was kept Jack alive that fatal October day in 2008. People keep telling him that it was him who saved Jack's life back then. He even got a medal for it. Specialist Rumlow was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, for showing extraordinary heroism in combat. All of the people on their team was also awarded the Purple Heart. But there were only four of them left, who could actually accept the medal themselfs. What would Jack do, if he found out that Brock had kissed Calleigh, that Brock had these feelings for her? Brock can't find the answer to those questions. All he knows is that it won't be pretty. It won't be pretty at all. Should he continue down this path? Does he really want to put Calleigh through that mess?

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[pawbeanies]

mm, thinking about having you on display during a church service. standing at my podium and talking about resisting temptation. to help me with a presentation, i call you over. you're so cute in your royal priest outfit, wanting to match the atmosphere of the occasion and i can't help but make sure to tell you as much. i mean, the way that your face burns whenever i compliment you is just too adorable. i pull you to a seat i set out at center stage, where everybody can see. i sit down and pull you into my lap, telling you to just follow my lead and to not worry about anything. of course, you're confused on how my actions correlate to my sermon, but i insist that you simply sit back and look pretty, just let me do all the thinking. i then address our audience in the pew, using you as an example of the ways our earthly pleasures can cause us to lose focus and stray from the path of light. i undo the buttons on your soutane, watching as it falls to the floor. next is your alb, and as i remove it, your underclothes are revealed and, subsequently, removed as well revealing you to everybody. there's gasps from the audience, but not a word of protest, all of them entranced by you. they're all looking at you, your highness. adoring you. /wanting you/. i kiss your newly exposed neck, licking up the side and to your cheek, seeing the way you get so embarrassed. when you voice such feelings, i shush you and remind you that you want to be a good boy, dont you? then let yourself be embarrassed for me, okay? that's such a good puppy. i run my hands all over your body, describing all the ways you tempt me, fill me with unholy feelings such as lust. i spread your legs to show off how affected you are by being used as a presentation, as eye candy, being so well behaved as i show you off and dangle you just out of reach from those in the crowd who are struggling to control themselves at the sight of you. wouldn't you love that? i know i would <3

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whining whininggg WHININGG this one is just cruel. this one is so cruel and so.!!! so!!! ugh.!!! burying my self in the blankets and hugging pillows while reading and writing a reply. this one is so good. curse you and your daydreams. you. hgh. whg. filling out the pawbeanies kink bingo i see.......

crumbling at this concept so much imm. ugh.

how inappropriate i think. it should be something so proper and chaste, shouldn't it?? i don't usually pay attention during sermons or services anyway (though i'd probably focus on it if it was you. the sound of your voice and all that), but. going along with whatever you have planned, not really knowing where you're going with this because? why would i ever expect something so sinful?

maybe i don't realize where it's going until it's too late. squirming in your lap and blinking as your words sink in, cheeks flushing when you address the audience- like hmph, am i a distraction to you?? is that a proper way to refer to your prince?? but also gh. can't squirm and be a brat when you're unbuttoning the clothes you probably helped me put on that morning... not when people are watching. not when you have me helpless like this.

it's so much i think. the. being undressed in front of an audience??? occasionally turning to hide my face in your chest, when it's too much. whining because you can't talk about how much you desire me and touch me in front of. so many people. so cruel, to show me off like that. it should be embarrassing, humiliating to be shown off like a piece of eye candy, like a doll for a bunch of others to ogle... like oh. this is a new side of me they'd most likely never dream of seeing. but also it's so. thrilling. but also hmph.

maybe ... perhaps. i don't want you to have all the fun. if you think i'm such a distraction, maybe i should try and make you stray from the path of light even more? playing up how loud i'm whining, grinding down into your lap as you show me off, my fingers curling into your vestments as i try to tug them off. looking up at you so, so sweetly as i try to tempt you to give into the urges i know you keep locked away. maybe even being so bold and trying to pull you into a kiss. wouldn't that be nice? to ruin me on the altar in front of a rapt audience? punish me for being such a tempting little thing? maybe make me beg for forgiveness of my sins...

or somethi ng liek that.... much to. ponder and all... mhm... mhm...

(but also. hehe thank youou.. thank you thank you for these. always. im habing fun)

#asks..?!?!?! #🌹 anon #youuu. youu UGHHH ughh uuu (melting #im weak. htese become my fantasies i hope you know #also blinking so cutely at you did you just know the words for alb and soutane like off the top of your head ... rose your BRAIN...... #i feel like crumbling into 40294024 pieces every time...... weakspots #ne way. now to go bury my self in the pillows.. thank yew