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klipkillakai · 3 months

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|pt 2|

humming the smooth melodies of jhené aiko’s music, you slowly walk down the aisles of the bookstore, picking up books and looking at the back reading the synopsis, this morning you woke up and decided you wanted to go to the mall..

usually you go with your bestie but she’s been in florida all week, so you decided to go by yourself, this was a little anxiety inducing but you went straight to your safe haven.. barnes and nobles.. where you can pick any escape you want

you decided you wanted to pick up some romance novels, it probably having to do with it being february and your new found crush but your gonna be delusional and pretend that’s not the case..

you think about him as you look through the books, you haven’t seen him at school all week and you feel worried? it’s odd because you wouldn’t have noticed before but now it’s different..

you haven’t attempted to text him out of fear, but you notice he hasn’t texted you either, it hurts a bit and deep down you can’t help but feel like it was too good to be true..

you shake the thoughts away and collect your books and head to the cashier..

connie silently follows the guards as they lead him out to intake, he’d been locked up the past few, some bullshit about a warrant.. he knew that was a lie.. he knew they needed to get him on something, but unfortunately for them he has one the best lawyers in the country..

he smiles when the guard roughly uncuffs him, muttering for him to get dressed.. the guards leave and immediately he shoves off the jumpsuit wrapped around his waist pulling on his cargos and tee he was last in, he opens the ziplock baggie with his phone in it, calling his employee, he tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and laces up his shoes

“sir?”

“im out, send the car”

connie hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket along with his keys and wallet and zips up his jacket, before pressing the button notifying he was done changing—

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you hop off the bus, and start walking back to your house, you carry the few bags of things you bought and shiver at the bite of the cold

“oh nah” you whisper and start to walk a bit faster

a few blocks in you feel the urge to look behind you, you peep a hellcat going slow down the street but you don’t recognize it exactly, you think that’s odd so you keep walking silently keeping note, starting to feel paranoid you turn around again and it’s still following you.. not knowing what to do you keep walking faster until the car finally pulls up next to you and rolls down the window, you prepare to tell the whoever in the car off until you hear

“hey mama”

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to look at the man you’ve been thinking about this whole week

“connie?”

you walk closer to the car and he puts it in park and gets out, before leaning on the door, he smiles

“you missed me?”

wanting to say yes you shrug and say

“where you been? i haven’t seen you at school since last week”

he slowly slides his hands in his pockets and looks at you for a beat and says

“i was locked up, got pulled over on a warrant or sumn, but i got out quick because they had nothing to stand on”

you brows slightly furrow “jail? what kind of warrant did they say it was?”

connie slowly walks closer to you and, softly grabs the bags from your hand and nods towards his car..

“cmon, take a ride wit me real quick”

he goes around the other side of the car opening the door, before you slip inside, he places the bags on your lap and mutters a “seatbelt” and shuts the door quickly walking around to his side and looking around before slipping in the car, the car starts and plays loud drill music before he quickly turns it down and pulls off..

“you didn’t answer my question..” you say softly looking at him

his jaw ticks for a second and his thumb taps the wheel, “ion want you to worry about that aight?” he shoot’s a lazy look towards you..

“should i worry about it” he shakes his head no and you ask..

“is it gonna happen again?” he softly licks his lips and says “i’m gonna make sure it doesn’t”

you look in his eyes as he says that and you get the slightest flash of something sinister behind them, that erupts butterflies in your belly and you softly squeeze your thighs together

“okay” you whisper, and he looks at you again with a slight smile..

after 20 mins of driving you finally ask with a little laugh “where we going?” he pulls up to a parking garage entrance and pulls in before saying

“my crib” your heart skips a beat and, your feel yourself get a bit hot.. “oh” you whisper

“is that okay?” he asks with a teasing smile, pulling into a parking space, “yea i just didn’t expect that”

“don’t worry your safe, your always safe wit me”

you look up at him with a bright smile, and connie nearly wants to fall to his knees, he looks at the brightness in your eyes before it quickly lowers to your lips and he looks away, almost wanting to laugh at how smitten you’ve gotten him..

he opens your door, taking your hand and you walk away hearing the car lock, he leads you to an elevator, and he presses the fob to the button and presses the 10th floor..

you feel his thumb softly go back and forth on the back of your hand “you cold?” he says softly and you nod.. “i could tell when you were outside” he shrugs off his big carthartt jacket and drapes it over your shoulder.. the elevator dings and he pulls you into the hallways stopping at his apartment door, pulling out his keys, unlocking it and nodding you inside

you walk through the door looking around, it smells just like him, the fresh masculine smell, slightly twinged with weed, he kicks he shoes off and you do the same, pulling off your hot pink crocs and neatly placing them next to his shoes…

“so did you just get home today?”

“yea a few hours ago actually, i haven’t been home in a week, i fucking missed it” he pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to lift under it and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.. you want to scream because you find that so attractive but you look away fighting back a smile..

you walk further into the seemingly large apartment, looking around at the masculine decor, the black couches and large tv mounted on the wall, you slowly turn and notice a book shelf, you slowly walk towards it, hearing connie in the back opening a fridge.. you graze your fingers on the books about finance, stock investing… and your finger stops on a book about secret society’s.. you look back at connie before you keep scanning the books.. others filled law.. others about cars and guns…

“you like to read?” you ask connie

“that’s how i learn, knowledge is power” connie says as he stands behind you, slowly dragging his hand up your arm.. then slowly moving your braids to one side.. and dragging his lips up your neck inhaling your sent at the same time..

you let out a slow breath.. and you feel his large hands slowly press against your lower belly, and you feel heat slowly pool there..

“your so beautiful you know that?”

you softly smile.. “sometimes i don’t”

he softly pause before slowly turning your face towards his.. “i’m gonna ensure you do”

he looks in your eyes for a beat before letting your face go, “im gonna hop in the shower rq, then we’re gonna dip aight?”

you let a breath “mhm” you nod for reassurance and he smiles a bit before turning around and walking down the hall..

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10 mins later you sitting on his couch tapping through stories.. you start to think about who connie is.. he got out of jail today and you still have yet to know what.. and.. and that phone call! the last time you were in the car together he told you the same thing “don’t worry about it” do you trust him enough to not worry about it? are you going to let curiosity kill the cat?

you hear the bathroom door open cutting your thoughts short, you look up at connie.. the towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his abs.. gold chain dangling around his neck.. and his tattoos.. god you love his tattoos.. a snake winding around his arm.. a cross on the side of his neck and a large chest and back piece..

“i can feel you staring pretty girl”

you immediately look away feeling your body heat up from embarrassment.. he laughs a bit and shakes his head.. “it’s okay.. i stare too” you softly turn towards him and look in his eyes.. “i really like your tattoos”

“oh yeah?” “yeah” you whisper back shyly and he smiles at that, connie likes making you nervous.. he likes catching you stare and that little dazed look on your face..

“your gonna come wit me to pick sumn up, and we gon get food after or sumn aight?”

“you know.. you never ask.. you just tell” you say with a teasing smile..

“would you like me to ask? even if i knew the answer already”

“what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

“you haven’t said no yet..”

“maybe i will”

“well let me know when you decide to do that”

you roll your eyes and connie slightly smirks before walking into his room and changing clothes, he goes into his closet looking behind him before grabbing his piece and tucking it his pants, he covers it with his shirt and grabs a thick jacket and pulls on his timbs..

he sprays some of his cologne and slips on his rings and opens his nightstand and grabs his other phone slipping it in his pocket and leaving..

he walks out the room and sees you still patiently waiting on the couch, hearing your nails tap against the screen.. “cmon mama”

he watches your pretty head snap up, you quickly hop up, pulling up your pink sweatpants and rounding the couch walking towards him..

he grabs your hand and you walk out the door together, heading to the elevator and eventually ending up in the parking garage again, this time getting into a different car, he quickly pulls out, nodding to the security guard and pulling into the street..

he zooms pass other cars as he picks up his phone from the cup holder, calling someone..

he looks around before he turns, and starts to speak

“im pulling up, have it ready” soon after he pulls into a warehouse building, you hear his tires crackle against the the gravel and a man stands there holding a large black duffel bag, connie rolls down the window, dapping the man up before reaching down and opening his trunk, silently plopping the back the trunk and shutting it, without another word he begins to walk inside, connie pulls out the driveway pulling out into the street again..

you almost open your mouth to ask what’s in the bag but you choose not too, do you really want to know? do you need to know? it seems connie doesn’t think you do.. so you stay quiet..

connie softly looks over to you.. “whatchu want to eat?” you smile a bit thinking about it “mmm i dunno you pick” he shrugs and smiles “i don’t care about what i eat, i’ve been eating prison food for a week”

you think about it, and you smile getting an idea “let me cook for you” connie slightly pauses and looks over at you, his heart slightly soars and he says “forreal?” “mhm” you nod and connie looks at you with an amused expression on his face, like there’s an inside joke he’s having with himself..

“aight, bet” he quickly makes a u-turn zooming pass cars and soon after pulls into a whole foods.. he parks and nods for you to get out too, you walk hand in hand inside the store and you grab a basket quickly pulling on his hand, leading him to where you need to go..

you stand in the aisle looking at different types of beans as connie stands close behind you, softly rubbing your back “what are you making?”

“rice and beans with jerk chicken” he groans softly and whispers “sheesh” you smile and continue shopping, quickly grabbing all the ingredients and heading to self check out, connie helps scan and pays of course and you quickly put the bags in the car and head back to his place..

the tv is playing in the back as you cut up vegetables, the meat is already marinating in the fridge, and your just focusing on the rice and beans at this point, connie is standing next to you washing the rice..

connie loves this, cooking with someone, allat wifey shit.. that gets him bad, he hears you giggle at a joke from the show and he smiles, when you proposed the idea of cooking for him he almost fell in love with you on the spot, he likes that wifey shit because he knows he can match that energy by providing, he’s always wanted to be that.. a provider.. it’s just in his nature, he knows dudes who want a wife but act like bums when the opportunity arises, nah he’s gon take care of you back.. always.

he finishes cooking the rice and looks over to you “you need me to do something else?” you finish giggling at the joke and shake your head no “no thank you” you say sweetly.. and he nods before pressing a kiss to your cheek.. “i’m gonna be in my room aight?” “mhm” you nod and he walks down the hallway as you cook..

an hour later your rolling balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking sheet in front of you, you hear the door open and connie’s comes out the room, he changed into grey sweats and a wife beater he smells the kitchen “damn it’s smells good in here”

you smile and grab the sheet, placing it in the oven and go to the sink to rinse your hands off “we can eat the food is done, i was just making some cookies”

he walks behind you, reaching up grabbing two plates and forks handing them to you, you go over to the pots on the stove and start making his plate..

“you eat alot? you ask and he walks up behind you softly rubbing your lower back “mhm” he hums and you start to put more rice and another piece of chicken and you hand him his plate before making yours..:

you end up on his couch, he puts on a movie and you start to eat.. “you wanna smoke?” he asks and you smile “you stay trynna get me high” he laughs and shakes his head before reaching on his coffee table, grabbing a box and starting to roll up, he sparks it and hits it before passing it to you, you pass it back and forth until your both faded and you start eating

connie takes his first bite and groans softly, pointing and nodding at the food “this is so fucking good mama” you smile knowing that it’s good and you take your fist bite “shiiit” you say and you both laugh high asf..

you talk and eat for the rest of the evening, you open up about yourselves, telling each other things about your insecurities, your outlook on life.. who you want to be as people, and that draws you closer, you both begin to understand that your just people that want love, and company and support.. and that connects with both of you, both of you falling deeper and deeper and not even realizing it..

you and connie cuddle, both wrapped around each other eating the warm cookies fresh out the oven, the high still hitting, you feel his hand softly rub small circles on your hips, and you feel butterflies erupt in your belly, and heat slowly trickling down..you softly adjust yourself, and connie notices looking down, he softly smiles and against his better judgement he slides his palm down, softly rubbing your lower belly, his pinkie lightly grazing under the waistband on your sweats and you softly bite your lip..

you reach back softly, and rub his hand on your belly, softly rubbing it, connie softly presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking softly, your eyes lower and you shudder, you softly turn around, sitting up and connie follows,

you slowly climb on his lap, and his hands immediately finds your waist, you both hold eye contact only breaking it it look at each others lips,he leans in looking up at you for consent, you softly nod and he captures your lips in a kiss, you kiss him back the kiss is slow and sensual, as if your both making a map, slowly figuring each other out.. his tongue grazes your lower lip and you open your mouth , you tongues now dancing around each other, you slowly roll your hips into his his, and that sends a sharp shiver down your spine.. you almost gasp at it..

he hands slides up your chest and up to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, pulling you closer, the pace of the kiss becoming faster, more passionate..he softly pulls back softly biting your lip before kissing you again.. you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails grazing against the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and his bulge under you twitching, this slightly intimidates you.. your a virgin and all of this is new to you.. your just going with the flow.. but damn does it feel good.. it feels better than any words you’ve ever read when reading your silly little romance novels.. even better than when you touch yourself late at night..

you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you both, not wanting you to separate, his eyes are low and filled with lust.. he leans back and groans softly rubbing your ass “you gonna drive me crazy mama” your face heats and you smile “yeah?” you whisper sweetly while you softly rub his chest..

he watches you, and you lean in, laying your head on his chest, he softly rubs your back.. this combined with the weed and food, starts making you sleepy, your eyes begin to lower and connie notices..

“you can sleep baby, i’ll drop you off later” you sleepily nod and you feel connie pull a blanket over you and press a kiss to your forehead.. and you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm..

|a/n|

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alicerosejensen · 7 months

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Together forever pt.2

Warnings: kidnapping, forced cohabitation, affectionate nicknames, fem/reader, Leon!ID, age difference, yandere!Leon.

N/A: I DON'T approve of this shit in real life, so please if this is a sore subject for someone or if someone just doesn't like it, then just skip it.

Part 1

Part 3

The world was still spinning like crazy, making objects fly in front of your eyes without being able to grab hold of anything with your eyes and focus on any object. Disorientation at its best. You had no idea what time it is now and where you are, the brain could not even process the information day or night now outside the window, but you caught a light artificial light from which your eyes water and a slight feeling of cold.

"Jesus, baby, you should have stayed in bed for now" someone's familiar voice made you shudder, but lying on the floor in an unsuccessful attempt to get to your feet, you saw someone's shoes with blurred vision.

Strong male hands easily grabbed you under the armpits and easily turned you over on your back. Leon immediately lifted your fallen body off the bed and laid you back down, removing a lock of hair from your face. His hand gently but firmly rested on your belly, and the gaze of his sapphire eyes was focused on you.

"Leon?" you whispered hoarsely, not sure if he was in front of you. After all, what was he supposed to be doing here?

"Hush, angel, try not to move yet" his voice is still calm, but there is a commanding note in it. This is how agents talk on assignments, although this manner of conversation often turns into everyday life. "I'll get you some water, okay?" And you rest and don't try to get up. You might accidentally hurt yourself."

Leon affectionately stroked your head like a kitten, finally casting an alarmed glance, making sure that you implicitly obey him, although there was no other choice. The drug is still active and it takes some time before the body is completely cleared of it, however, Leon did not even worry about it. You heard the thud of his boots on the stairs at some point realizing that there are no stairs in your apartment at all. In addition to dizziness, nausea also joined, which rolled up to your throat, forcing you to gather the remnants of strength and carefully turn over on your side. The first attempt was unsuccessful, you took another and another, but weakness seized your whole body.

And only in the intervals between these pathetic attempts do you realize at some point that you are in an unfamiliar place. While you are trying to take a new position, a light cool wind blows over your skin and an irritated sigh is immediately heard

"I told you not to move" sounded rude above your head and Leon's hands helped you to take a semi-sitting position by placing the glass next to the bedside table "So, exhale. There will be weakness and malaise for a while, but gradually everything will come back to normal," he said soothingly, handing you a glass of water "drink in small sips"

After taking a few sips, the water seemed like a real blessing to you. Suddenly you felt such a strong thirst that small sips immediately turned into large ones, and after a couple of seconds the glass was already drained, to which Leon sighed again in disappointment.

"I told you to drink a little, not all at once," you sighed, coughing slightly, and immediately realized that he was right, because you felt vomiting rising in your throat, fortunately, Leon immediately substituted a bucket for you. All the water and the remains of an undigested lunch were immediately spewed out by your stomach, and a disgusting bitter taste of bile appeared in your mouth. "you need to learn to listen to me, but more on that later. Come on, lie on your side like a good girl"

Leon set the bucket on the floor, wiping the corners of mouth with a napkin. When the dizziness subsided a little and the world stopped spinning like a mad carousel, then you could clearly see Leon's cold-blooded face and how he laid you on your side without any resistance. In general, he was glad that you weren't hysterical or screaming, but he understood that it was more a matter of time.

"What happened? Where am I?"

"At home" Leon only answered, putting his palm on your cheek "Don't worry about anything and try to sleep better, I'll come later"

At home? A wave of indignation hit you in the head, causing a headache. This place was definitely not your home. As well as a strange red shirt that was several sizes too big. Slowly but surely, panic began to take over the mind because what was happening at the moment was not a normal phenomenon. Only… Leon won't hurt you, right? He is a good man with strange jokes, a little glum but good. He brought coffee and favorite buns, found your phone and returned it just like that, helped to drag heavy boxes… He just couldn't be a bad guy!

Yes, he flirted a lot, invited you to dinner, just like Patrick, but you didn't give any of them a chance, fearing that for them it was just a game with your heart. Although Leon did not give the impression of a bastard capable of playing with the feelings of a girl, it just seems that he liked communication, and he often came to you for lunch in search of company in your person.

Eventually, after thinking about what happened, the brain slowly began to assemble the broken puzzle-remembering together. You were walking home a little later than usual, walking the usual way that you always walked and thought to look into the store to buy yourself a snack before going to bed. Everything is as usual, however...suddenly you remembered someone else's hands covering your mouth so that you could not scream and call for help, those seconds of animal fear then seemed like eternity, but now the memories were abrupt and short. Then there was the darkness where you fall against will.

Was it some kind of drug? A moment before you lost consciousness, you felt pain in your neck, now it hurt, but it is still impossible to approach the mirror. Leon was downstairs doing something on the ground floor while you were lying in bed trying to figure out how you got here. Maybe he saved you? It seemed like the truth, because Leon was still a nice guy who couldn't hurt a civilian, he just took you to his house because he didn't know your address, but... then why did he say it was YOUR house?

It didn't make any sense. Maybe just heard it?

It was difficult to just calm down, especially when thoughts started spinning and there was no explanation.

But you needed an explanation. You couldn't just throw away all your thoughts and fall asleep as if nothing had happened, especially after some psycho knocked you out. Leon was sorting through something downstairs, it sounded like he was carrying something soon his footsteps were heard somewhere near the door. It was reasonable to call him, especially since after vomiting, your condition began to slowly clear up as usual.

However, didn't even have to call him. He himself came into the room looking at you with a tired look, like a parent at a naughty child, which made you cringe a little, rising on your elbows.

"What is it, are you still sick?" He sat down next to you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, almost forcibly laying you on the pillows. "It's still cool at home, but if you want, I'll open the window."

"Nope," you drawled absently, trying to resist him, "I need to know what happened… And I want to go home."

"You're already home, baby. I told you," Leon's face was unacceptably close to you, which turned everything inside over. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead, which was even more confusing. “Some of your things are downstairs. I left boxes of books next to the bookcase, it’s big enough so there will even be a few empty shelves there. And your clothes are in the next room. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll put everything in order.”

"Wait…what?!"

Was he really saying that just now? Is this a prank or hallucination?!

“Don’t shout,” he calmly but authoritatively said to you, like a commander to his soldier, “I will take care of you, now this is your home… with all the comforts and safety and this is our bedroom. I hope I make myself clear, princess?”

His words were discouraging and knocked the ground out from under our feet, figuratively speaking. Leon never behaved like that with you. He flirted, made strange but funny jokes, was polite and never showed himself the way he did now. It was a different Leon.

"I don't…why do you say that?"

"How?"

“Like with a thing” You wanted to say, but your tongue was still slurring and it was still a little difficult to form words into meaningful sentences.

Leon just let out another sigh, trying to overcome your attempt at resistance, which he easily succeeded.

"We'll talk in the morning okay?" his hands held your shoulders tightly, pressing you to the mattress “Now you will rest. Lie down and close your eyes, especially since it’s night.”

No no no no...

Your mind was screaming like crazy while all the words were stuck in your throat. This is just madness!

"What's happening?!" you finally demanded an answer, pressing your palms into his chest, “Where have you taken me?!”

Leon shook his head and for a brief moment one could see the irritation in him. He hoped that your resistance would not begin until at least the morning, but it seems he was mistaken. However, perhaps it was just a side effect of the drug?

“Stop it, angel,” he forcibly pinned you to the mattress. “You’re fine. We’ll talk in the morning when you’ve rested, you’re too excited to think about anything else right now.”

Indeed, waking up early brought more trouble than joy, but Leon expected resistance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, you looked at him incomprehensibly. Innocent and scared, especially since you were so easy to trap. Of course, Leon was sure that only he could take care of you.

He didn’t want to resort to drugs anymore, but you didn’t stop trying to overcome him and jump off the bed, running away from him on shaky legs. Leon knew that even if he remained idle, you would not be able to run far, but there was an obstacle ahead in the form of a staircase, from which you would have easily rolled head over heels if he had not pressed on some points of your body, plunging you into sleep. After all, he was a pro at it. He was taught to neutralize people.

And again, against your will, you fell asleep this time in his arms when he forcibly put you to bed, kissing the top of your head for the last time before changing clothes and going to bed himself.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

In the morning your body weakly obeyed you. But it seems that what happened was not a bad dream and you were really attacked, then Leon...saved you? brought you into his house but why the hell is he hugging you as if you were a couple in love?! In addition, both of you were barely dressed: you were wearing some kind of wide red shirt and Leon was wearing gray sleeping pants.

“I usually have trouble sleeping, but it seems my princess stubbornly can’t sleep,” Leon’s voice through your sleep made you shudder and finally you jumped out of bed. No matter what happened last night, Kennedy had no reason to go to bed with you!

Really, who asked your opinion?

However, now you will get answers to your questions.

"What the heck?!" Leon sat on the bed trying to pull you back to him, “Why am I here and sleeping in the same bed with you? Where are my clothes? What happened after work...”

“Easy” he chuckled interrupting you “Not so fast angel.”

"I'm not your angel!" Of course, Leon had called you cute names before, but it had never sounded so possessive. A sinister grin appeared on Leon’s lips, making you shudder.

He stood right in front of you, looming like a mighty rock over the little wanderer. Could he have gone crazy or was he just… pretending all this time? Damn, you really wanted to believe that this was some kind of cruel prank!

“You are my angel.” These words sounded especially ominous.

But there was no point in standing still, so you pushed him away, intending to run away. The natural reaction to danger is fight or flight. You pushed him away from you, but Leon only took a step back, watching after you as you ran away.

“How stupid,” he whispered to himself as he followed you.

The layout of the house was unknown to you, pulling all the door handles you tried to find at least something that would help you stop Leon and call for help. Although he literally stepped on your heels, following you quietly and leisurely, as if knowing that there was no chance to escape. You ran into the living room, grabbed the first pillow you could find and threw it at it without even looking. Leon caught it on the fly, throwing the pillow towards the chair. Then the TV remote control flew off, and the mug with the coffee he had not drunk yesterday crashed into pieces against the wall, staining it.

Leon deftly dodged all the objects, and when you realized that there was nothing left at hand, you simply turned around and ran away, hoping for a miracle. But what chance does a civilian have against a government agent? You lost to Leon in all aspects, including speed. He quickly caught up with you, grabbing your hand and throwing you down, ignoring your screams.

like a game of catch-up, but your freedom was at stake. Leon held your wrists until it hurt, repeating something endlessly, calling you that vile word “Angel” that you didn’t want to hear. One of your legs was free enough to push him in the chest with all your might, allowing him to loosen his grip and fall onto his back, after which you, overcome with pain, jumped back to your feet, intending to run further down the corridor in search of the front door.

Not expecting his instant reaction, Kennedy quickly got up and rushed after you, grabbing you by the waist, pulling on yourself and closing your mouth with the other hand, but your reflexes also helped you in this unequal struggle - the taste of him skin got stuck between his teeth when Leon screamed and you clenched your jaws harder using any advantage that you could get. Leon wanted to take his hand away, but you clung to his hand like a piranha, feeling the blood in your mouth.

In the end, he really wanted to do without violence, he hated the idea of hurting you, but you stubbornly resisted him trying to escape from the better life that he wanted to give you. However, he also understood the panic that overwhelmed you, but not a reason to throw things at him or bite him until he bled… he survived in Raccoon City and not a single zombie managed to do what you did now, but despite all his boundless love, he will have to teach you obedience and the day will come when you will understand that he is the only person who can take full care of you.

"I really hoped it wouldn't come to that."

You pushed off again, grabbing the handle and a brief spark of hope flashed before your eyes, but… the door was closed. Everything went down and the small hope immediately went out, giving the fire of fear to flare up, because now you were completely at the mercy of the person you considered good…

But maybe a couple of days locked up will teach you to be smart?

I still wrote the second part, it didn't work out as well as I wanted, but I hope that over time I will be able to do it better. In the end, we all start with something) I bought several books on this topic, so I hope that I can find time to better understand this topic, but so far only this way.

And I was really listening to "melanie martinez - tag you're it" when I wrote this… it was better in my head, but now I'm gradually recovering my mental state, so it's still difficult for me to write, but I'm trying.

I apologize for the mistakes because English is not my language (

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hadesforpreswrites · 7 months

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dirty laundry, pt. 1

a/n: i wrote this when i was feeling incredibly low. it's based on something that happened to me. the title is from all time low. might have a part 2.

before you read this, be aware that this particular piece deals with the after effects of trauma (rape). it doesn't deal with it right after the incident but it shows how even after over a decade it can still affect someone.

before we proceed further: this is your warning that description of sexual assault on a minor will happen. this is based on truth as well as being a work of fan fiction.

i fought so hard with myself to even post this but was encouraged by @remedyx. if you don't want to read it, please by all means don't. but if you do, please be kind.

if something similar has happened to you, please reach out to me if you feel like you need to talk. i love you, you are worthy.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: talk of past sexual assault, trauma talk, depictions of depressive episode

word count: 2,585

summary: after seeing something triggering online, y/n is struggling. noah learns some deep secrets of his friend and tries to help.

part two part three part four

she’s got her secrets/yeah, i’ve got mine too

meeting friends when you’re adults means you have to understand that you will not know everything about them as easily as if you were kids. it was something that rang true for everyone.

noah understood this and was ready and willing for his friends to have secrets from him. pasts that didn’t want or need to be explained. all that mattered to him was that they were there here and now.

that is until one day when his friend messaged a group chat that consisted of him, andy biersack, and his other friend, scarlett. scarlett messaged them saying that their other friend, one they had planned a birthday party for in this very group chat, was having a very hard time.

that wasn’t new, she had been having a rough go of it off and on for a couple of months. something to do with her meds and the pharmacy being out-of-stock, something that confused the hell out of noah. but something about this time felt different.

noah abruptly stood up, startling his friends that he was with. in his worry and being glued to his phone for the last however many minutes, he had almost forgotten where he was.

“you good, man?” nick asked.

“yeah, i just gotta go do something for a friend.”

“is it y/n?” jolly teased.

“as a matter of fact, yes,” noah said while gathering his things. he waved to his friends, promising to meet up with them again soon, and took off out of the house.

he barely buckled his seatbelt before taking off in his car toward scarlett and y/n’s house. in his relatively short drive, his brain was swirling with possibilities of what was wrong. why had scarlett threatened men specifically? (this time anyway) could he still pick a lock? (probably) what if y/n didn’t want to see them? (she usually did but what if this time was different?) what could he do specifically to make her feel better? (maybe ice cream - she likes ice cream) could he get her to open up and spill this obviously heartbreaking secret to him? (he sure hopes so, but is he prepared for the aftermath?)

he barely registered that he had pulled into the driveway beside andy’s car because it was such an autopilot response to go to their house at this point. he locked his car and walked up to the front door. he didn’t even bother knocking as he entered and was met by the smell of pizza baking in the oven.

“great! everyone’s here!” scarlett said loud enough to be heard throughout the house - obviously trying to get y/n’s attention.

“is she still in there?” noah asked, slipping his shoes off at the door.

“only came out to get water right before we got here,” juliet said, casting a glance down the hall.

“door may be unlocked now though,” scarlett said thoughtfully. “maybe i’ll go peek my head in.”

“i’ll do it,” noah offered, quickly. too quickly if the smirks on his friends’ faces was any indication. he shook his head as he walked down the hall toward y/n’s room.

he knocked softly and listened closely. “i’m fine,” a quiet voice sounded through the wood, followed by a sniffle.

“you don’t sound fine, doll,” he said as he leaned his forehead against the door. “can i come in? please?”

“it’s unlocked.”

when he entered her room, his heart shattered. the ever-present blue twinkle lights she had strung around her room had been shut off, along with any mention of light from anywhere else, except her phone screen. she had her comforter pulled up to her ear with her back facing him.

he shut the door softly behind him and padded across to the bed. he climbed under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight to him. he felt her stiffen at the contact but not pull away, instead leaning into him once she calmed.

he knew this had to be crossing some sort of imaginary line he’d set for himself but he couldn’t help himself. his friend, honestly probably his best friend, was hurting and that trumped any romantic feelings he has for her.

“when did you get here?” she asked, sniffling again.

“just now. needed to know you were at least physically okay. what happened? i thought you got your meds worked out?” he asked, softly.

“i did. it’s not that. i wish it were that because then i don’t feel like i’ve failed.”

“babe, whatever it is, you haven’t failed anything.”

“yes, i have. i thought i’d worked through it and then i see one thing online and suddenly my brain throws away over a decade of work,” her hand moves to wipe newly fallen tears.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asks, realizing it may be a feeble attempt.

“no. but i should,” she sighs before turning around to face him. “i just don’t want you to think differently of me.”

he keeps his arms firmly around her and chances a kiss to the top of her head. “y/n, i think the world of you and nothing is gonna change that.”

“promise?” he could feel his t-shirt dampen with tears.

he pulled away just enough so he could look her in her eyes. eyes that held a pain he never knew was there. he feels a sense of rage bubble up in him at whoever caused this precious human this amount of pain. “promise.”

she took a steadying breath and began to sit up. they sat side-by-side, backs against the headboard, his legs spread in front of him and hers pulled up to her chest, protecting herself.

“when i was 15, i was in a really bad place. i was undiagnosed, unmedicated, and wanting love. so i took what i could get from whoever i could get it from. i wasn’t promiscuous or anything, in fact i’ve never had sex. i just wanted someone to love me because i couldn’t love myself.

i dated this guy who was all kinds of wrong but i thought i was in love. he kept breaking my heart so one day when we were broken up, i decided to invite his friend over to hang out. i thought he was cute and we made out and stuff but that was as far as i wanted it to go,” she took a breath and a drink of water as tears filled her eyes again.

he knew where this was going and he felt himself getting even more angry but he let her keep going.

“i tried to keep him off me, i really did. he was pulling my shorts so hard and i was trying to keep them on, i thought my nails would break. i kept crying and saying no over and over. but it was like it didn’t matter. like he didn’t hear me. but i know he did because when he stopped, he called me a tease and wiped his hand on a stuffed animal that was near the bed.”

he wanted so badly to hold her and tell her he’d never let that happen to her again, but he held himself back not wanting to make things worse.

she cleared her throat after a moment of pause. “anyway, i was working through it on my own for years and didn’t tell anyone until like a year later. and then when i got in therapy we worked on it for a bit and i thought i had gotten better. but i was scrolling through tumblr and came across this story that was non-con, non-consensual, and it just fucking broke me.

i don’t normally kinkshame or tell people what they shouldn’t do because that’s their business but i’ll never understand non-consensual, rape fantasies. there’s absolutely nothing to fantasize about. it’s humiliating. it’s painful. physically, mentally, and emotionally. it makes you feel like you’ll never be clean again and that you’re not worthy of even the smallest of respect or love.

noah, i worked so hard to make myself believe that i’m not dirty or broken and that i am worthy. i worked so hard and it was just stripped away from me again like it was nothing.”

“i know you did. you always work hard. and let me tell you something,” he moved so he was right in front of her on his knees. he lifted her chin so she looked at him. “you are so worthy. you’re the worthiest person i know. you deserve the world and he doesn’t even deserve a grave. you’re not broken or dirty, you’re strong and beautiful. and i am so lucky to have you in my life, you know that, right? and now you don’t have to work as hard because you won’t be doing it by yourself.”

“promise?” her voice was small.

“i promise,” he confirmed.

she basically launched herself at him with a sob and wrapped her arms around him. he pulled her into his lap and held her. oh how he had imagined this moment, but she was not crying in his imagination.

“will you stay with me?” she asked into his chest.

“always,” he kissed the top of her head.

after some time, she stopped shaking from crying and relaxed in his arms.

“let’s get you some food,” he said.

“ice cream?”

“absolutely,” he chuckled. “but i think scarlett made pizza if you want some of that first. if there’s any left, andy and juliet are here too.”

“i might could do that, then ice cream,” she decided, pulling away from him.

“deal,” he stood up from the bed, taking her with him. after setting her down on her feet, he grabbed her hand - just to make sure she knew he was staying by her side, and they walked toward the kitchen.

“hey, sunshine,” andy said as they emerged from the darkened hallway.

“hey, sorry,” she said as she wrapped an arm around him and then juliet, still holding noah’s hand.

“you don’t have to apologize,” juliet said, as she smoothed the other woman’s hair. “you’re allowed to have people worry about you.”

“we’re more than happy to be those people for you,” andy backed her up.

y/n gave them a small smile and eyed the pizza.

“here’s your gross ass pizza, my love,” scarlett said, handing her a plate with a piece of her favorite pizza on it.

“you’re the best roommate a girl could have,” she said, sitting at the bar by andy, noah sitting on her other side.

“yeah, yeah,” scarlett said, intently watching as y/n took a bite of her pizza.

conversation buzzed around them as she finished her slice, she only wanted one right now - her main focus on the ice cream in her future. noah participated in the conversation on the outside but on the inside he was replaying her story over and over in his head like a movie on loop. he was angry for her. he had questions. but he wasn’t sure when was the right time to ask - though he knew not right now in front of everyone.

he must have zoned out because when he came too he was met with the expectant eyes of y/n.

“sorry, what?”

“ice cream?”

“of course,” he replied, rising from his spot at the bar.

“let me go change real quick,” she said, putting her hand on his arm.

“for why?”

“i’m in pajamas?” she motioned to her shorts and oversized t-shirt. a shirt that he just realized belonged to him at one point.

“we don’t have to get out of the car,” he said, standing up fully. “you look fine.” he didn’t miss the look that andy, juliet, and scarlett passed between them.

“you don’t let people eat in your car,” she trailed off.

he leaned down to look her in the eye, “consider yourself special, then. let’s go.”

before he turned around he caught a glimpse of a blush creep on her face and felt a sense of pride. he didn’t catch the way she looked at scarlett with wide eyes, or the way juliet motioned for her to move. andy was grinning at the whole scene.

she got up and slipped on a pair of sandals that were near the door and followed noah out the door and toward his car. he opened the passenger door for her. “well, thank you kind sir,” she said before sliding into the seat.

he chuckled as he shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. once he was buckled and started toward her favorite ice cream place, he chanced a look at y/n as she looked out the window.

“hey,” he said softly. “you okay?”

“i will be,” she answered. “it’s just a lot to process.”

“i can imagine. can i ask you something?”

“of course.”

“when you were telling me what happened, you said that you’d never had sex before it happened?”

“yeah. so my first and only experience with sex was that. which is why i always get weird when you guys start talking about it,” she explained.

“i’d always wondered. wait. did you say your only experience?” he was baffled.

“yeah,” she answered, finally fully looking at him.

“that honestly explains so much. and also i’m so sorry that your experience was that.”

“you don’t have to apologize. it happened. it sucks. it sucks a lot. and sometimes i feel like i’m missing out on a whole world. but most of the time i’m fine.”

“don’t do that,” he scolded.

“do what?”

“minimize your trauma to make you seem more palatable. it’s not helpful. it’s not cute.”

she went quiet and looked away, back out the window.

he kicked himself. that came out a lot harsher than he meant. he pulled into a parking spot at the ice cream place and told her to sit tight while he went to get the ice cream. she didn’t argue.

“y/n,” he said when he slid back into his seat, ice cream in hand.

she was surprised to see he got exactly what she wanted, not that she deviated from what she liked all that often. she just wasn’t aware of how much he paid attention to her.

“i didn’t-” he started. “i didn’t mean for that to come out that way. i just meant that i don’t want you to minimize with me. you’re allowed to feel however you feel.”

“i know. i just guess i didn’t realize that’s what i was doing.”

“you do it all the time, doll. i just never knew why and i think i get it now.”

she smiled softly. “how did you know which ice cream i wanted?” she knew the change in subject wouldn’t go unnoticed but hoped he would catch on that she didn’t want to talk about it anymore for the time being.

he pulled out his phone and went to the notes app. “i keep track of your favorites.”

she blushed. “why?”

“haven’t caught on yet?” he smirked at her.

“caught on to what?”

“i’m practically at your beck and call. i let you and no one else eat in my car. i apparently let you wear my clothes,” he gestured to the t-shirt she was wearing.

“noah, i don’t understand.”

“how can someone be so smart and so blind at the same time? i’m basically in love with you, dummy.”

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic

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Sugar Mommies Pt.16 - Season Finale

Welcome to the newest - and final - part in the Sugar Mommies Universe! Season 1 has officially come to an end but do not worry, Season 2 will be coming to you soon!

I apologise for not letting you guys know sooner. I literally came to the realisation about 5 minutes before posting this. 😂

So for the final time for Season 1, I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

❤️💋❤️💋

Read Season 1 here: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.6.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16.

It’s surreal to say the least, that not even an hour ago, you were being ruthlessly fucked by the three woman that surround you.

And now, you’re here.

On a date.

In the park.

Could it get any more picturesque?

Wanda answers your silent question by slipping her hand into your own and guiding you to walk that little bit closer to her.

“You guys suck, you know that?”

The trio look at you as one, equally confused by your sudden outburst.

It’s Natasha who regains composure first.

“I’m quite aware we do, you weren't complaining not long ago…”

Carol sniggers and shoves your shoulder with her own.

“Why do we suck, Y/N?”

“Because I said we were going out for my treat. I let you guys choose and where do we go? Somewhere free.”

“What can we say?” Carol replies, “we don’t like seeing you spend your money. Not on us.”

Now it’s your turn to playfully shove Carol away and she lets out a small laugh as she stumbles away from the group; nearly joining a different group of mother’s on their daily walk with their strollers.

With a smile for an apology, Carol hurries back to the three of you and relinks her hand with Natasha.

“She is half your size and yet she sent you flying…” the red head whispers up into Carol’s ear, smirking when she gets a glare.

“I wasn’t expecting it…” Carol replies, “and I tripped over my own feet. Shut up, Romanoff.”

“Whatever you say, cap.” The red head is grinning by the time they reach you.

Wanda is midway through twirling you around, grinning when you let out a little laugh as you trip slightly.

“Such a clumsy girl, detka.” Wanda says, pulling you close once more.

“Would you believe I did ballet when I was younger.”

“Now I know you’re lying.” Wanda replies, winking as you glare at her.

“I did!” You glance back when you feel Natasha’s free hand graze your side. “From 4 until about 6 but I did.”

“Wow, career starting years there, baby.” Carol says.

You only shrug.

“I still did it though. Mom…” You pause at your own mention of your mom before you quickly snap out of it, hoping the others didn’t notice. “...dressed me in the pink tights and the pink tutu and everything.”

Wanda wraps her arm around your shoulders and kisses the side of your head.

“I’d pay that woman for a picture of you. I’d pay her thousands.”

“We all would.” Natasha adds.

“Well you’d be paying for nothing,” You say. “I think they lost the pictures of me dancing when our kitchen caught on fire.”

“A fire?” Wanda asks quickly. You nod. “What happened?”

“If you don’t mind her asking.” Natasha adds.

“I dunno. I can’t remember.” You can. You remember that night very clearly as it was one the first memories of your mom and dad fighting.

But you’re not ready to tarnish your new relationship by bringing up your rocky relationship with your parents…not yet.

So you just shrug and awkwardly start to bite at your thumb nail.

Sensing your unease, Natasha speaks up.

“I did ballet too.” she says, trying to pull you from your head.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” Nat smiles, “Had pointe shoes and tutus galore.”

“Can I pay to see those?”

“No need.” Carol replies, “I’ve got a stash safely hidden away.”

You look excitedly at her.

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“I trusted you with those pictures, Danvers.” Natasha grumbles, causing the blonde to let out a laugh and lean down to kiss her cheek.

“I only show them to those who matter to me.”

That comment makes you look down at the ground, blushing.

“So I think it’s only fair the little one over here gets to see them too. Might even let her take one home to frame.”

“Y’know, I don’t have any qualms putting you over my knee for 10. In fact I think I’d rather enjoy it.”

“Oho, is that a threat?”

“It might be.”

Carol goes to reply but hearing you and Wanda giggling uncontrollably draws both of their attention.

“Is there something amusing, ladies?”

“No.” You say quickly.

“Nothing at all.” Wanda adds.

“Mhmm. That’s what I thought.” Carol says, smiling.

The four of you lull into a peaceful silence; Wanda happily holding your hand while Carol holds Natasha’s.

When you pass a family with two dogs, Carol speaks up.

“I’m still gutted we’ll never see those pictures of you in that cute ballerina outfit, baby.”

“There might be some in the attic but I’m not 100% sure.”

“I will personally hand you over $2000 right now to get you home so you can find these pictures.” Carol says.

“Y’know it’d be easier for me to text them and ask them to look for it, right?”

“Whichever gets these pictures to me quicker, I don’t care.”

“We could take you home ourselves!” Wanda adds suddenly, a huge smile on her face, eyes sparkling. “Drive, fly, whichever. They live close, right?”

“Firstly, fly?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded. “Secondly they’re close, sorta. Like a couple hours away I think.”

You don’t miss the confused looks.

“They move around a lot.” You say quickly. “C’mon, tell me about this flying thing!”

At the mention of flying again, Carol smiles.

“Why do you think Captain over here likes being called that?” Natasha says, nudging the blonde with her elbow.

“Yeah actually, why is that? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”

“They got me flying lessons as a gift one year and the rest is history.” The blonde shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’d happily fly you to your parents’ house anytime. I’d fly you anywhere you’d wanna go to be fair, princess. For a small price.”

“Oh yeah?” You reply, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to pay…”

Carol shrugs.

“I’m sure we would come to some arrangement, baby girl.” Her eyes are twinkling and you are well aware of what arrangement she is thinking of.

“Maybe we’d join the mile high club…” Wanda says, leaning down to kiss your cheek, watching the second the words register in your head as your eyes widen.

“We…could…”

“It’d just be us four on the plane, detka. No one else.” Natasha clarifies.

“In that case I’m definitely down for that!” You grin. “I’ve never done it on an aeroplane before.”

“I was going to say, I’d be wanting a story later if you had.” Natasha says.

“I was pretty vanilla until I met you -- OH!”

You’re nearly taken out by a flying furry beast as it jumps up excitedly at you, paws digging into your sides.

You stumble back, letting out a string of giggles as you end up dragging Wanda with you.

Somewhere in the distance, you can hear someone frantically saying, “I am so sorry! He’s just a puppy! He won’t hurt you!”

The said puppy is freaking huge. On its back legs the thing is taller than you already and you’re struggling to keep yourself up right.

“...help…”

Natasha and Carol manage to pull the dog off of you and keep hold of its collar tightly when it tries to jump back up onto you.

You push your rumpled shirt back down and smile down at the puppy.

“Hi little guy!”

“Little guy? Kitten, that thing nearly flattened you.” Wanda says, glancing nervously at the animal who is still looking at you.

“Aww he’s adorable!” You drop to your knees and tickle the puppy’s chin, giggling when it starts to lap at your face.

Its owners frantically get to you, the mom hastily putting its leash back on.

“I am so, so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry! This cutie pie just took me by surprise!”

“It’s the first time we’ve let him off the leash. One second he was with us and the next he was gone.” The mom says, struggling to keep him down when he tries to jump on you again. “He really likes you!”

You’re far too occupied with the dog to properly hear what his owner is saying; mercifully Natasha comes to your rescue.

“I think she likes him too.”

“Y’know I think it’s because she looks like our Charlie, that’s why Max likes your daughter so much.” The dad says.

You quickly look up.

“I thought she looked familiar!” replies the mom. “Anyways, we best be off. Sorry again. C’mon Max. That isn’t your Charlie. C’mon!”

“Bye!” The three women smile and wave as the couple are dragged off by their Great Dane while you just continue to kneel on the floor, flabbergasted.

“Daughter?!”

You stand back up.

“They thought I was your daughter?”

“At least they were understanding about same sex relationships,” says Wanda, stroking your frown away. “Normally we’re just called friends.”

“I get that.” You reply, “but your daughter? Do I look that young?”

“Detka,” Natasha says, taking your hand in hers. “You are young.”

“But not that young…right?”

She kisses your nose and is about to reply when Wanda gasps, suddenly grabbing your hands.

“ICECREAMWEREGETTINGICECREAM!”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re gone.

You’re sure there’s dust versions of you and Wanda standing where you were mere seconds ago.

Your legs struggle to keep up with the other woman as she charges the two of you towards an ice-cream parlour.

Leaving Natasha and Carol to walk calmly behind you two.

“Wands, slow down, I’m gonna fall!” You can’t help but laugh.

Wanda, much to your relief, slows down.

“Hop on then, detka.”

She’s crouching slightly in front of you.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. C’mon, up you get. Ice-cream is waiting.”

“Wands I’m too heavy.”

“Hardly. Up. Now.”

You glance back at Natasha and Carol who are still strolling after the two of you.

“Fine. Don’t complain though when I flatten you.”

You hop up onto Wanda’s back where she holds you effortlessly before jogging the two of you towards the parlour.

She sets off just as suddenly as she had when she nearly tore your hand off, and it causes you to let out a squeal as you cling onto her more tightly.

“I won’t drop you, detka!”

You scream when her jog turns into a run.

By the time you reach the shop, you’re both giggling wrecks.

You’re sure either Natasha or Carol was filming the two of you as well, despite the unfortunate angle.

Or rather, as Carol said when they finally joined you; “the lovely angle of both your asses.”

Wanda refuses to let you down as you all peruse the menu.

You zero in on the flavour you want.

But then spot a classic.

“Is it ironic I want vanilla?”

Natasha chuckles.

“What?” You ask.

“Vanilla was the first flavour we licked off Wanda.”

You glance at the other woman who is now blushing.

“Is that so?” You ask, grinning.

“With cherry sauce too, if I remember correctly.” Carol adds nonchalantly, still eyeing the menu. “It was funny because we put cherry sauce on her che - hi! Yes we’d like to order.”

The tips of Carol’s ears are red as she looks at you and Wanda with a side smirk.

“Care to order ladies? I’m still choosing.”

Carol looks right at you when she says this.

“You sure?” You ask as Wanda walks you both in front of Carol. “Oh. Well, I guess Wanda just answered that.”

“What can I get you?” The ice cream lady says, smiling at the two of you.

“I’ll take a mint choc chip please.”

“Cone or cup, love?”

Wanda bounces your sliding body back up on her back.

“Cone, please.”

“Is that all? Or are you gonna treat your cute girlfriend too?”

“Always,” she smiles. “What flavour are you wanting, kitten?”

“Think I’ll just get vanilla, please.” You say. “With cherry sauce. On a cone. Please.”

The spank on your ass is so sudden it makes Wanda jump as well.

“Such a cheeky girl.” Natasha mutters.

The lady behind the counter doesn’t notice as she’s too busy battling with the mint chocolate chip ice cream.

She scoops a hearty amount onto the cone and just as she’s about to hand it over to Wanda, she gently puts you back down; much to your disappointment.

“Sorry baby girl,” she says, “I don’t fancy having ice cream in my hair.”

Wanda takes her ice cream happily.

“You just prefer it on your body, right?”

Chuckling, Wanda takes a taste from her treat before tapping it on your nose.

“That’s right.” She says, leaning over to kiss the ice cream away.

“Aww, you two are just the cutest!”

You both look to see the ice cream girl watching you both, your ice cream coated in cherry sauce.

“Thanks,” you smile, grabbing your own treat from her.

“I mean, I don't think I’ve seen a hotter couple walk by yet.”

You smile into your ice cream as Wanda wraps her arm around you.

She not so subtly points to Natasha and Carol behind you and says loudly for you all to hear, “Way hotter than them two, right?”

You can pinpoint the exact moment when the ice cream girl makes eye contact with Natasha and Carol.

Poor thing.

“Order for us, Carol.” Is all Natasha says before she moves and grabs Wanda by the hair and not so gently guides her from the ice cream kiosk.

“Easy, easy! My ice cream cone!”

You stay behind to pay, hand going as far as to reach for your purse but Carol’s hand stops you.

“Put that away otherwise you’ll be joining Wanda with a scolding.”

You glance at the other two and see Natasha speaking into Wanda’s ear. The taller woman, despite probably being told off, is still smirking.

“I said it was my turn to treat you.”

“And we like treating you. So it’s three against one. Our treat, kitten.”

“I will pay for something. Eventually. Just you wait.”

“You might be paying for Wanda’s brattiness if she carries on.” Carol kisses your cheek. “Go on. I’ll be over in a moment.”

You do as you’re told, licking some ice cream off your hand as you go.

When you near the other two, you can hear Natasha finishing off her threat.

“...now do as you’re told, parshivets, before I put you in time out.”

Your eyes zero in on Natasha’s hand that is wrapped firmly around Wanda’s throat whilst the other still holds tightly in her hair.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Now eat your ice cream before it melts, bunny.” The two share a quick kiss and then Natasha releases her.

Turning to you with a smile.

“Good choice, detka.” Natasha swipes her finger through some of your ice cream and licks it off. “Very good choice. Lots of fun memories with that flavour.”

“Mmm,” you reply as you eat some of your ice cream. “What flavour have you gone for, Nat?”

“Cookies and cream, classic.” She says, eyeing you as you lick the frozen treat. “Car’s probably ordered buttered pecan or coffee.”

You scrunch your face.

“She’s the first person I know who orders coffee ice cream.”

“Carol has a caffeine addiction.” Wanda explains. “You wanna really get under her skin, hide her morning coffee. Does the trick every time.”

You laugh.

“The trick for what? Dying? I’ll leave that to you, Wands.”

“Smart choice.” Natasha replies.

The three of you make small talk while Carol pays for all of your ice creams and brings over the final two, licking at hers as she walks.

“Told you,” Natasha says as she takes her cone from the blonde, “coffee addict.”

“Says you, Romanoff.”

The four of you slowly make your way over to a free bench.

“So,” Carol says around a mouth of ice cream. “I heard a word that really caught my interest.”

“Go on.” Natasha replies, sitting down first. She pats her knee and waits patiently for you to sit there.

Once you do, she places her arm around your waist.

Carol and Wanda mimic you.

“The term the sweet ice cream girl used for you and Wanda.” Carol continues.

“Cute?” You ask, wincing when the ice cream sharply stings your tooth.

“You are, but not that, kitten.” Carol replies. “Girlfriend.”

You look at Carol.

And then at Wanda.

Then finally at Natasha.

“Oh?”

“If it’s not something you’re comfortable speaking about, we don’t have to talk about this.”

“No! No, I was actually hoping we’d have this conversation…”

“Oh really?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah. I never know what to refer to you guys as.”

“Well, I mean Wanda is Mommy…Natasha is Daddy…”

You let out a laugh.

“Not in that retrospect.” You say. “I just…I’d like to call you something…other than the three women I’m currently sleeping with.”

“Are you asking us to be your…girlfriends?” Natasha asks.

“In an awkward way…I am.”

The three women look at each other.

“And, I dunno. I really, really like you guys and if this is something you guys aren’t comfortable doing because of the whole Do’s and Don’ts thing then that’s fine -”

One slender finger comes to rest on your mouth and you stop talking to look into Natasha’s green eyes.

“You’re rambling, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” You say around her finger.

“Now take a deep breath…and ask us.” Natasha says.

“Ask you what?”

The red head just looks at you, waiting for your brain to click.

“Oh. Oh!” You’re blushing. You know you are. “God this went smoother in my head.”

You lick your ice cream to help clear your head for a moment.

God, why was it so hard to form words.

“She’s trembling.” Natasha’s voice calms you down.

“Will you be my girlfriends?”

It’s Wanda who surges forward first, near knocking you off Natasha’s lap in her haste to kiss you.

Both your ice creams and Natasha’s fall to the ground, in forgotten heaps as you and Wanda kiss passionately.

Well, mostly forgotten.

Natasha lets out a little, “Aww, my ice cream.” when it’s knocked from her hand.

Only to be distracted by the sight of you and Wanda making out on her lap.

“Is that a yes?” You giggle, finally pulling away to inhale deeply.

“Yes. Yes. YES!”

Instead of kissing you again, Wanda pulls you in for a tight hug and rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Yes.” She says again.

“Can me and Carol get in on this or are you just gonna be greedy, Wands?”

“Greedy. So greedy.”

“Well seeing as you all lost your ice creams - and Nat is stuck under you - want me to get you some more?”

Before replying, Wanda kisses you again.

“Yes please.”

“Same again, girls?” she asks, standing up.

“You all reply “Yes!” and the blonde smiles as she walks back to the ice cream kiosk.

Just as she’s about to order, the girl speaks up.

“Did y’all just become girlfriends?”

She’s smiling.

“Were you watching us?” Carol asks, her defensiveness kicking in.

“I was! Not in a creepy way; I just, y’all are super cute together and I knew something big was gonna happen - I was betting on an engagement ring but this is just super cute! Congratulations!”

Carol glances back at the three of you, where you and Natasha are now kissing.

She can’t help but smile.

“Thanks.” Carol says.

“Hey, listen. I’m gonna go ahead and just put a shit load of toppings on these and not tell my boss, okay?”

“Why -”

“Because it’s a celebration! It’s not every day you land yourself some cute as fuck girlfriends, now is it? Now go on, get back over to your women; I’ll bring your ice cream over in a minute.”

Carol leaves the cash on the counter and looks at you all.

How quickly - and easily - you have fitted into the group dynamic.

Their missing heart as Wanda put it.

Now, you’re theirs.

Their girlfriend.

Yeah.

Carol likes the sound of that.

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melanieph321 · 11 months

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Antony x Reader - Live without me (Part 1)

Request 1: could you do an anthony with a friends with benefits situation? and it's actually him that falls for reader.

Request 2: hey, please could you write an antony where he's got a kid with the reader but they've broken up, and he keeps trying to win her back??

I recived these two request at about the same time. I was so excited. I'm making this into a four part story. I hope you'll like it! ⭐️

Enjoy!

You were suppose to go to nursing school and Antony was suppose to...well he wasn't suppose to do much. You went to the same school's but he grew up in a world very different from yours. The only reason why you two met was because your friend had dragged you to one of those parties, the really wild once that ony happened in the neighborhoods where people like Antony lived, people from the favelas.

"It's our last summer before you're off to nursing school please come to this party with me." Your friend insisted.

"But it's in the favelas." You protested. There was no way your dad would let you go.

"It will be fun. What can go wrong?"

You wouldn't call meeting Antony as somthing wrong. He was cocky but you like the blunt attention he gave you. He kept calling you his "good girl" because he knew how it annoyed you.

"A good girl you say? How many good girls would do this?"

It was just the two of you. He had led you away from the party to go wandering the beach. You'll never forget the look on his face when you pulled your top over your head and jumped out of your shorts. He looked even more impressed when you ran to the water, kicking off your shoes before jumping in. Once the slight shock weared off he didn't take long to join you.

That was a fun night, the two of you, skinny dipping in the night. You started seeing each other that summer and things moved pretty fast. The way he would fuck you made you wonder how many girls he had been with before you. You didn't think about it too much though, you were too busy sneaking around town to find a place where you two could be alone. It was usually at his brother's apartment, he worked days so he was usually asleep when you came over. Antony and you would lock yourself in his room and do God knows what to each other, keeping at it for hours. He was your forbidden fruit. Friends with benefits he preferred to call it, that is, until the day you got pregnant, that's when things changed.

"What do you mean your pregnant?" He shouted. You were at his brother's apartment, breaking the news to him with a flood of tears running down your cheeks.

"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" You cried. "There is a baby in my stomach."

He frowned. "Well are you keeping it."

"Of course I am." You said. Your parents raised you to be fairly religious, a child was never a mistake, although this felt more or less like a huge mistake. This would ruin your life, no nursing school, meaning no job or degree. And your parents would most certainly kick you out of their house for being so irresponsible.

"Can I stay here?" You asked, looking to Antony who still strugled to take in what you've just told him.

"I...I don't know?" He stuttured. "I'd have to ask my brother."

"Well can you ask him soon. My parents won't let me come home." You buried your face in your hands, hiding your tears. Antony let you cry out for a while as the two of you sat on his bed, then he said something that felt like a flick of light in a very dark tunnel.

"I am the father, no?"

"Of course you are." You looked up from your hands. "I've never been with anyone else."

He nodded his head. "I'll ask my brother if you can stay here with me, don't worry."

It wasn't much, but it was something. It was most definitely the start of a knew life for both of you. A year later you'd be introduced to your son, Lorenzo. Four years later you would move away from Antony's brother's apprement to go live closer to the city. And your relationship with Antony was eventually put on a string.

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karuvapatta · 11 months

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Here we goooooooo

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Come Monday, there is a noticeable improvement in the atmosphere down in the Archives. Maybe it’s the illusion of a common goal to work towards, or just an after-effect of a moderately pleasant evening at the pub. Either way, it probably says something worrying about each and every one of them, but Jon can’t bring himself to care.

On a different note, his copy of House of Leaves is already lying on the desk in his office, with a short note written in Elias’s elegant handwriting.

You were right, the note says. I did like it.

Jon re-reads it obsessively before he finally caves and shoves it somewhere into the depths of his desk, along with the book. What does it mean? Did Elias mean it sincerely, or was he being sarcastic? Is he toying with Jon again? Why didn’t he hand it over in person, and share some of his thoughts? Is Jon severely misinterpreting the nature of their relationship? Because it’s not all that strange to exchange book recommendations with your professional acquaintances, isn’t it? And then discuss them?

The most probable answer is that Elias is avoiding him. Which shouldn’t hurt, because Jon has been avoiding Elias, but it still does. A bit.

That is, until they can avoid each other no longer. One of the dreaded interdepartmental meetings is coming up, and Jon doesn’t think he can weasel his way out of it, unless he gets himself sick or injured. And Elias will of course be there, given that he is organizing the damn thing.

Jon gets up earlier on Thursday and puts a bit more effort into his appearance, even going so far as to hanging his mirror back on the bathroom wall. He really needs a haircut at this point, but as he doesn’t trust himself with scissors, he tries to pin back his hair into a somewhat-professional looking bun. It does make him look too much like a hipster, unfortunately, but it’s better than letting it hang loose in front of his face, or pilling it up into a messy ponytail he usually ends up with.

The outcome is—honestly the best he could have hoped for. At least he ironed his shirt properly, and it almost fits him. He almost doesn’t look like an awkward teenager, dressing up for his first real date, or a job interview. Almost.

The meeting begins at 9 a.m. sharp. Jon already feels horribly underdressed – not to mention underqualified, as he is one of the youngest people here. And it’s not at all helped when Elias makes his entrance, looking perfectly stylish, from the subtle pattern on his tie, to the tips of his polished shoes. Jon doesn’t look up as Elias makes his way through the room, pretending to read the papers stacked before him on the table, and praying that no-one hears the frantic pounding of his heart.

“Good morning,” Elias says genially. The pleasant lilt of his voice does something utterly embarrassing to Jon’s insides. “I trust you are all having a productive week. Now, if you please—”

It’s just reports. Jon needs to deliver a report, assert that the Archives are operating without any problems, that he needs no additional funding, has no issues with the other departments. Nothing actually important. In truth, this entire meeting could have been an email, but Elias insists on bringing them all here. Possibly because the forced eye-contact enables him to read everyone’s mind in search of anything unorthodox.

Come to think of it, this is very probably the reason.

The Head Librarian is going through the usual: new acquisitions, outsiders requesting access to the Library, and an unpleasant incident involving a strange book that may or may not have been a Leitner. Jon spaces out, trying to rehearse what he’s about to say, and barely even notices when the man finishes speaking.

“Thank you, Salim,” Elias nods. “Jon?”

Good lord. He shouldn’t have been avoiding Elias. He shouldn’t have waited until now to face him, because his head is empty, his thoughts swirling in unhelpful patterns. Is Elias wearing the same cologne? There is the faintest trace of it in the air. And—and he’s waiting for Jon to speak, probably with that calm, expectant look on his face, distant and professional, while Jon sits frozen, unable to speak.

He looks up, and meets Elias’s eyes.

It’s—he’s seen them before, hundreds of times. There’s no reason for his pulse to speed up. He has seen Elias’s lips, the finely sculpted bones of his face, the delicate web of crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes. He has kissed those very same lips, the memory so strong it’s almost a tangible thing, so soft against his own mouth, gentle at first, and then more pressing, insistent, moving deeper, taking everything Jon didn’t even know he had to give—

Elias looks away and clears his throat.

“Jon? The report?”

Oh fuck. Elias can read his mind. And here Jon is, fantasizing about the man sitting three feet away from him, his boss, during a business meeting, surrounded by his co-workers—

“Right,” Jon hurries to say, nearly scattering the papers he had folded so carefully in front of him. “Excuse me. Right—”

He doesn’t look up again, pretending to check the notes he has already memorized, and lets his voice carry on while the rest of him curls in shame. Thank God no-one comments or asks him any questions.

“Thank you,” Elias says curtly. “Ingrid?”

It goes on like this. By the time Keith finishes arguing with Elias about the security measures and rapid personnel turnover in the Artefact Storage, Jon can almost breathe normally.

Of course he nearly misses his name being said again, this time by Ingrid, Head of Research, and his former boss.

“Jon?” she repeats, clear disapproval in her tone. “I was requesting access to the Archives.”

Access? To his Archives?

“What for?” Jon asks.

Too late, he notices the strange quality of his voice, a buzz of static; Ingrid frowns but she opens her mouth nonetheless, about to give him the answers he seeks. Compelled to.

“That is—” Jon hurries to say. “The Archives are still in a state of disarray. We are not nearly done cataloguing everything. If you let me know what exactly you’re looking for, I’ll be able to find it for you.”

Ingrid scowls. “Not done cataloguing? What, pray tell, have you been doing these past months then?”

It doesn’t seem like she noticed Jon’s question, or understood its significance. Does she even know what he is? Do any of them know? Do they also possess strange powers? Are they even aware of what it is they all serve? Is Jon being kept out of the loop, or is Elias keeping them all within their own little corners, feeding everyone bits of information, and then forcing them here, so that they can regard each other suspiciously above the unassuming conference table?

Because there is the faint undercurrent of fear in the air. He hasn’t noticed it before, too preoccupied with Elias, but it’s most definitely present. Every person has their own secrets to protect, and they sit here, afraid of those secrets being exposed in front of their co-workers, while the Eye already sees through them all and feasts on their fear.

He shakes away these thoughts and tries to compose himself.

“I believe I’ve already given my report on the state of the Archives,” he says. “I can repeat it, if you’d like.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Elias interjects. “Ingrid, if you require anything from the Archives, I’m sure Jon will be more than happy to assist you. I’m assuming you can sort it out between yourselves?”

“Yes,” says Jon.

“Of course,” says Ingrid.

The rest of the meeting is blissfully uneventful. Jon takes meticulous notes he isn’t planning on reading, just to keep his focus where it should be, and to hold his thoughts in check. Not an easy task once Elias leans back in his chair, his long, elegant fingers steepled together, observing the proceedings with rapt attention. There is a weight to his steely gaze that feels almost physical. Jon finds himself caught in it once Elias turns to him, and it takes conscious effort not to shudder. Good lord, if that’s what’s going to happen every time Elias looks at him…

He breathes a relieved sigh as soon as Elias dismisses them. That is, until Elias says:

“Jon. A word, please?”

Rosie gives him a warm, sympathetic smile as she picks up her laptop and a stack of reports. But she still leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

It’s just the two of them. Jon, half-standing, awkwardly trying to sort through his notes. Elias, sitting back in his swivel chair, perfectly poised and professional.

“Lock the door,” Elias says.

Jon swallows; his throat is dry as sawdust. But he moves, automatically, takes the several steps around the table, reaches the door, and the key in the lock. Turns it. Swallows again, with little success.

Elias is waiting, silent, his silhouette outlined against the windows behind his back. It’s a bright, sunny day. Almost too bright to look at.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Is he waiting for Jon to speak? To apologize? For what, his errant thoughts? The reckless use of his powers? His inability to concentrate? Or is he simply waiting for Jon to implode under the weight of his own anxieties? Because he’s fairly sure it wouldn’t take long.

What Elias says, however, is: “You look nice.”

Jon startles, then begins to laugh. “What?”

Elias tips his head to the side and frowns. “Although the suit is abysmal. I should introduce you to my tailor. We may then find something that will actually fit you.”

“I can’t afford your tailor, Elias,” Jon says, exasperated.

“Oh, I would be more than happy to pay for it,” Elias says. “Besides, you’ll need it for the next fundraiser.”

“What fundraiser?” Jon is starting to panic.

“I’m sure Rosie keeps you informed about upcoming events,” Elias says. “Have you checked your email?” At Jon’s blank expression, Elias sighs. “You do have assistants, do you not?”

“They’re not in charge of my schedule,” Jon protests. “Or sorting through my emails.”

The corner of Elias’s lip is twitching. He is enjoying this: flustered, wrong-footed Jon, fumbling through his answers.

“I assume you didn’t keep me here to insult my appearance?” Jon asks, trying to wrestle back some control over the flow of this bizarre conversation.

“I complimented your appearance,” Elias says. “It’s just your wardrobe I take issue with.”

“I see,” Jon says. “So, what is it? You want to dress me up in fancy clothes and have me dangle on your arm during the next posh event for all your rich friends?”

“Pretty much.”

It’s just a game, Jon thinks to himself, gritting his teeth. It’s Elias. Everything is a game to him. If Jon lets it get under his skin, he’s already lost.

Elias stands up, every move practiced, elegant. He reaches Jon in a few easy strides. Without the table separating them, Jon feels exposed and helpless. He’s sure Elias knows this.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Elias says, casually smoothing the creases of Jon’s damn suit. The touch of his hands is electric, even through the layers of fabric; it has Jon shivering, his breath catching in his throat. Worse, still, when Elias’s fingers slip upwards, to adjust the collar of his shirt, just shy of brushing the skin of his throat. “It’s too big on you. Or have you lost weight again?”

“My weight is none of your business.”

“Your health is very much my concern.”

“Why?”

“I told you. You’re my Archivist.” Elias’s voice drops into a whisper, warm and possessive. Jon’s indignation is feeble, melts away quickly, too quickly, with every frantic beat of his pulse against Elias’s fingers. “Do you know how damn hard it is to concentrate on my job with you there? When you look at me, when you think about me?”

“Then stop reading my mind,” Jon says. Elias is so close; if he lowered his head, if Jon stood on his tip-toes…

“I can’t,” Elias says. “I need to know, Jon. I need to know everything about you. I’m sure I don’t have to explain what it feels like.”

He’s smiling as he says it, huffing out a breath of not-quite laughter. But there’s an edge of frustration to his tone that Jon doesn’t know how to cope with. And he’s looking at him this entire time, his grey eyes pinning Jon in place, not even searching for anything. As if the sight of him was enough to satisfy whatever urges coursed through Elias’s veins.

“It’s hard to imagine the Beholding cares about this,” Jon says.

Even so, he cannot resist pressing his fingers to Elias’s cheek, just to feel it again; to see Elias’s pupils widen, watch the curve of his mouth as he smiles with wry amusement.

“I assure you, it craves the fear of its servants’ as much as anyone else’s,” Elias says. “More, perhaps.”

Is the Eye watching them now? It’s hard to tell. It’s hard to think.

“What are you afraid of?” Jon asks.

The compulsion rolls of his tongue, easily, as easy as breathing. And Elias shivers when he feels the pull of it, closes his eyes, and leans down, to close the last few inches separating them. To kiss Jon, hungry, drinking in the power he had bestowed upon him. He struggles to resist it, his lips forming words he refuses to voice, in between the frantic kisses he presses to Jon’s mouth.

He loves the struggle. Jon knows this instinctively. He loves it, and it’s exhilarating.

They part, breathless. Jon smiles, Elias’s warm breath tickling his skin, and presses another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

“You never answered my question,” Jon points out.

“Right now? I’m mostly afraid Rosie will figure out what happened and report me to HR,” Elias is joking, but only just.

“Yes, that would be dreadful,” Jon says.

“Get back to work,” Elias says.

“Yes,” Jon nods. “I should probably do that.”

He doesn’t fully process it until he’s back in his office, staring at the wall while the events of this morning play themselves out in his head, in full, loving detail. Everything he said and did. Everything Elias said and did. Everything it could potentially mean.

Oh, this is bad. This is very bad.

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twinksintrees · 1 year

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Finally got my Lark Oak character playlist breakdown done, hope y’all enjoy.

Fair warning it is long and sad, cw for mentions of sexual assault in the song cut corners on short walks

a link to the playlist for those interested ^^

We are the kids: I think I found this one on someone else’s Lark playlist and I think it really fits him. “We are the kids that you never can kill” is what Lark thinks of himself and the other s1 kids. And the bit that’s like “i rip holes in my shirt/there’s mud on my shoes/there’s sun on my skin/i am brand new” really represents his chaotic youthful nature and just really speaks to him as a kid. “We howl at the moon” is him and Sparrow because you know for a fact they howled at the moon together because hashtag love wolf am i right.

Always gold: sad brother song !! this one’s just about like brothers growing apart and being all angsty and sad and i thought it fit. “You would kill for me/and I knew that I'd do the same” is a very Oak twins attitude. Technically the song would be from Sparrow’s perspective with the lines “we were opposites at birth/i was steady as a hammer/no one worried cuz they knew just where i’d be/and they said you were the crooked kind” i think these lines really just demonstrate the difference between the two brothers, but more importantly the difference in how everyone else viewed the two especially after the rogue card was drawn. Everyone views Lark as ‘the crooked one’ ‘the angry one’ ‘the problem twin’ meanwhile Sparrow gets swept in the shadow and no one worries or thinks too much of him, because he’s ‘easier’ to deal with than Lark is. Also all the lyrics about everything leaving and dying and then the other person being like “i’ll always be here for you’ is Very Lark vs Sparrow energy. Lark is pessimistic and angry and Sparrow, for better or for worse, will always welcome him in. no matter what atrocities he commits along the way.

Used to the darkness: the sound of this one just felt very Lark to me. The heavy, dark sound suits him well I think. Also the title, he’s been through so much and has been used to fighting and killing and all sorts of other shit since he was like 13 in the forgotten realms, the dude’s absolutely used to the darkness, if you will.

I was just a kid: “i was just a kid/i needed answers/i pulled the trigger/and nothing happened” Lark was just a kid when he stabbed his father. He was just a sad angry kid, manipulated into making a bad decision. He ‘pulled the trigger’ and let the doodler loose. A mistake he will work tirelessly to fix.

The devil you know: this one just fucking BOPS. pretty much the only reason this one’s on here is because of nark/Nicky. Kind of a cute little ship song for them ig.

Icarus: gotta be honest i just really like this song and it has similar Vibes as Lark in my head, i don’t have much concrete evidence for why this one fits Lark. The lyrics ‘icarus is flying too close to the sun” can be read as like, Lark throwing himself into fights against the doodler/other monsters in a wreckless attempt to make himself feel better for causing the end of the world, kinda.

I wanna be your slave: straight up nark. This song just screams nark to me. It works both ways in my mind, it could be about either of them.

Discord: So replace ‘discord’ with ‘doodler’ and I think it applies pretty well to Lark and his view of the world in season 2 especially.

Broken man: this one doesn’t go much further than Lark Oak is uh…a pretty broken man, if you will.

Liar: I added this one while I was still pretty early in season 2, around episode 5/6 when Lark and Sparrow were under the influence of the doodler question mark ? and now honestly I think it applies to Sparrow more. “I’m not in the right state of mind/I just wish I had the strength to admit it” is pretty straight forwardly about Lark not being in the right state of mind at the dance, when he and Sparrow are under the doodler’s influence. It can also have a double meaning and be about his teenage years, where he’s not in the right state of mind and blinded by rage and hurt and confusion and self hatred from stabbing his dad and blaming himself and wanting to fix his mistakes and all of that spiraling out of control. “My stubbornness will put up a fight/but i don't deserve to win it” is just more of Lark’s self hatred and thinking he deserves everything bad coming to him. “I’m left in the dark pondering my mistakes/in the light i swear i will/deny it all” Lark has so many insecurities and anger and hurt within him, but all of that will stay firmly locked in his head, he’s not going to tell ANYONE anything. He’s not letting anyone in, he’ll deny it all. “I am the host of this hostility” is more just of just Lark feeling bad. “My life’s become this grand game of deception/my mind’s ignored all my heart’s good intentions” is Lark as an adult kind of looking back on his choices, regretting what he had to do with swapping the realms, and (this isn't really canon but) kind of missing Nicky, missing what they used to have and stuff. “We all feel this tension/we all have our own illusions” is the entire Oak-Garcia family, all feeling the tension between Lark and Henry and not knowing how to deal with it. And then in the outro how it repeats the chorus but with the use of ‘our’ feels like it could be about the Oak-Garcia family as a whole.

An honest mistake: first off, this one bops, second, this one’s also pretty much on here for the title, Lark was like, a small teenager when he stabbed his dad, and he was manipulated into doing it by Willy, so like, while it is his fault he started the apocalypse and unleashed the doodler, it’s also kinda not? It’s complicated. Regardless, it’s on here for Lark’s regret and y’know, all of that. “My old friends/i swear i never meant for this” is Lark talking directly to the other s1 kids. That’s pretty much it for this one.

You’re gonna go far kid: this one really speaks too and sounds like a manifestation of Lark’s anger. He’s angry and frustrated and the pure aggression behind the words “now dance fucker dance” really represents that well i think. “I never had a chance/and no one even knew it was really only you” speaks to Lark thinking he only has himself/him not trusting others. Also ‘i never had a chance’ is really specifically about the rogue card and Henry. He never had a chance of a happy relationship with his father because of the rogue card’s prediction, but also he never really stood a chance of turning out ‘normal’ or whatever just sort of based on Henry and Mercedes’s parenting style and also Henry’s own daddy issues really affecting how he parented his own children.

Polarize: no one judge for having twenty one pilots on one of my character playlist’s when the lyrics “i wanted to be a better brother, better son” apply so perfectly. “Wanted to be a better adversary to the evil i have done” is also very Lark, it represents his thoughts about the doodler and how he wishes he could finally, actually defeat it. “My friends and I we've got a lot of problems” speaks to the s1 kids and how they’ve been left with their parents' mess. The chorus of “deny, deny, denial” also feels very Lark to me.

Cut corners on short walks: I know this one sounds very different compared to the other songs on this playlist but the lyrics are too perfect to leave it off. I mean, the very beginning lines “the sour substances that make up my hind brain/have slowly become stagnant and i have surely become insane/and the anger i feel in my veins/has stopped pouring out of the hole in my face” already connect so deeply with Lark when i think about them. The ‘sour substances’ that make up the hind brain is I'm assuming intended to be about mental illness or something similar, but in the case of Lark and the Oaks in general I interpret that as the doodler, sitting idle in the Oak’s brains and bodies, waiting for a chance to surface. “Broken by 14 with no chance for absolution” is Lark going through everything he did and being so traumatized and hurt by the time he’s 14. By the time he’s 14 he’s already stabbed his father and everyone knows and there’s no coming back from that, it is a bloodstain on his history. “We were searching for joy with apophatic conclusions/we started savoring apathy and all of our bruises” Lark was a very happy child. He and his brother did everything together, they had great loving parents, they had everything they wanted and needed. Then they get taken to the realms. And then Lark isn’t so happy anymore. “We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw” is Lark mourning the loss of his and his friends innocence and childhood in the realms. “Well out of the flames we reclaimed our decay/and the world became a stage, complete chaotic, how we played” could be about the s1 kids being left with the ruins and decay of the world their parents left behind. The world becoming a stage is like the doodler being unleashed, everything is loose and chaotic now. The rest of the song, the bit about experiencing sexual assault and then the end being about healing i don’t think really apply to Lark in particular because frankly i don’t think either of those things happen to him.

No children: “i hope that our few remaining friends/give up on trying to save us” I mean. That line is pretty straight forward. Lark doesn’t have much hope for the future, he just wants people to stop caring, stop trying with him. It won’t work. “I hope we come up with a fail safe plot/to piss off the dumb few that forgave us” is Lark talking about Henry. He thinks Henry still loving him and forgiving him is stupid, he doesn’t understand why Henry hates him as much as he hates himself. “And I hope when you think of me years down the line/you can’t find one good thing to say” Lark’s self hatred. “And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out/you’d stay the hell out of my way” Lark hopes that if he left Sparrow wouldn’t follow. He knows he’s wrong.

Sometimes: credit to tumblr user @s-ccaam-era-crepe for this one, he has a breakdown of it for all of the dads but I thought it fit Lark especially. (Also it just Sounds very Lark to me so)

Screwing in a lightbulb: credit to tumblr user @s-ccaam-era-crepe for this one (ly scam <33)

Gun.: Everything about this one screams Lark to me. The sound, the lyrics, the fucking TITLE, it’s all perfect. My chemical romance is also just a very Lark band to me, conventional weapons especially (yes im projecting it’s fine). “Well as soon as i get my gun/i’ll point it out the window at the setting sun” can be about the black hole/doodler eye/sun. “As soon as i get my gun/i’ll tell you about it when you fall in love” is Lark talking to Sparrow, he’s always going to be focused on fighting the doodler, that’s always going to be his top priority. Sparrow meanwhile is going to try and build a normal life for himself, so lark will always be telling Sparrow about his fights and stuff while Sparrow is busy doing his own thing with his own life. “Well the uniform isn’t sewn/they make ‘em like we give ‘em out to anyone” can represent how D.A.D.D.I.E.S. isn’t an official organization, it’s just a bunch of dads and sons trying to fix what’s wrong. The uniform isn’t sewn because they don’t have uniforms, they're just guys trying their best. “Well if i’m old enough to die for your mistakes/then let’s go” this is very much teenage Lark to me. 17 y/o Lark feeling so sick and tired of his dad telling him to stay out of fights and keep himself safe, when Lark just wants to go out and get bloody and get in the heat of battle again. He’s already fought, already been through an insane amount of shit, he’s old enough to die for both his own and his father’s mistakes. And maybe a part of himself wants to. “Can I bleed enough to fill up what the engine takes/we don’t know” is along similar lines, Lark will do whatever it takes to make up for what he did, he will fight and bleed until he’s dead if it means the doodler will die. “But if you’re watching up above/they're teaching me to kill/who’s teaching me to love” is incredibly specific and maybe doesn’t fit with canon, but this is like, if Henry died and Lark is still angry with him, then that line is Lark speaking to Henry after he’s gone, like Lark is learning to kill and all this very violent stuff that he knows Henry doesn’t love, and he’s slowly like leaving behind his softer, open side of himself that Henry really did love and did his best to nourish. It’s also like, the phrasing of “who’s teaching me to love?” really hits because we the audience and Lark himself knows that Henry was the one who taught Lark to love, taught all this hippie dippie shit that he just left behind and completely abandons. “I’m never gonna have a son” is like, Lark won’t bring a new life into this broken world until he’s able to fix it. He’s never going to have a son, and it’s also like, he’s the only of the s1 kids who doesn’t have a kid so it speaks to that as well.

Six feet: I found this one on another Lark playlist and thought it went hard so I put it on mine. I think this one just speaks really clearly to Lark’s dedication to fight and fix the world. He’ll work himself to death to make things right. Also it just bops so.

Prologue: credit to tumblr user @s-ccaam-era-crepe for this one. (You can read Scam’s post analyzing all of the songs I took from him here)

I’m not angry anymore: I don't even have a good breakdown for this one it’s just THE Lark song to me. It’s everything. It’s pretty much just the title and the vibes of the song and everything, I can't even explain it that well.

Anti-hero: listen i'm sorry i put the new biggest taylor swift hit on my lark oak playlist but hear me out, it fits. Just read what @terrific-fish wrote when it dropped:

Nark song ^^ that is all <3

Brother: oooooooh my god this one hurts me. Imagine Lark leaving to go off and try to plan and take down the doodler, the mission or whatever is unsuccessful and goes bad, and he arrives at Sparrow’s doorstep out of nowhere, because he knows his brother will always take him in. Sparrow will sit with him and listen and bring him down from whatever self hate and doubt and everything in his head that he's going through. He’d patch up any physical injuries Lark has as well. “Remember when you and I would make things up?/so many nights, just take me down/to the place we can hear them play/i miss that sound/cuz no we don’t sing so loud” is Lark wishing to go back to his and Sparrow’s childhood, before the realms and before the rogue card and before all the hurt and anger. He wants to be carefree and happy again. He misses it.

Brother: well. Going to be honest I didn't really have a good reason for this song to be here aside from the title, but going over the lyrics I have a truly tragic reading and interpretation for it. “Oh brother of mine/it’s been a long long time/since i’ve seen my face in your eyes” is Lark and Sparrow getting older and while they will always look like each other because, y’know, twins, as they grow older they develop more of their own sense of style and expression and change their looks a bit. Sparrow grows his hair long and shaves his face. He looks just like his father. Lark doesn’t have the patience to shave and so his beard is messy and unruly, but in a cool hot way. He looks nothing like his father. “I left you alone in a house not a home” is Lark tearing the Oak-Garcia home apart with his hatred of Henry. Mercedes and Sparrow don’t know what to do, Henry is in shambles, and Lark is just so, so angry. Sparrow becomes the middleman, facilitating Lark’s hatred while never speaking against him, never telling him how much it hurts to have the people he loves unable to speak with each other. “Brother i watched the sky burn/and all i learned was smoke fills the lungs like a disease” i think this is Lark learning that like, hurt and violence don’t only have to be physical? Like, he learns that words can cut just as much as knives. The ‘smoke’ can hurt just as much as the fire, just in a different way. He watches as words and social norms slowly kill his brother, as Sparrow inhales so much smoke it kills him and beats him down. “Oh brother i confess/there is little of me left that could care about dowsing the wildfire” is Lark losing so much of himself in anger that only the smallest part of himself cares about his father anymore. He can’t bring himself to forgive him but he misses him so much and everything hurts.

#lark oak #dndads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies #henry oak #sparrow oak #mercedes oak garcia #dungeons and daddies s2 #lark oak garcia #character analysis

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Miss Seakicker HI! 🦦 anon here, I just wanted to pop in and ask a question but before that;

How have you been? I’m loving the new theme and layout for your blog! I hope you’re drinking enough water and taking enough breaks. We can’t have Fertility archon Juju getting sick!

I started playing Tears of The Kingdom and there’s a place called Joju-u-u Shrine in the game (we almost had Juju Shrine!) I went bra shopping earlier (nothing spicy, just needed some new ones).

I’m not really sure how else to ask this but do you have any advice for when the insecurities about one’s body image start to get…loud? Like some days I’ll feel good in a pair of pants because i fill them out really well but then there’ll be bad days like the time i spent 2 hours on an online site buying a kazuha cosplay because I didn’t want to admit i was a size bigger. (I bought the bigger size in the end and that one fits like a glove)

Feel free to answer this whenever you like! - 🦦 anon

HELLOOOOOOO SWEETHEART GAH i’m very late in answering this because i’m just tryin to find the motivation to use tumblr consistently again, but i was thinking about this ask again today bc i’ve had it in drafts since you sent it to me. i’ve been working a ton but i’m alright; drinking water and working on eating healthier for myself 😊❤️ what kinds of things do you think we’d do at a juju shrine… 🤔👀

as far as the insecurity part goes, honestly i’ve found that staying off the internet entirely on days where you’re maybe feeling a little worse about yourself is extremely beneficial. with how prevalent bodychecking and diet culture BS are on tiktok and instagram in particular and with how advanced filters and photoshop have gotten (remember when people considered it impossible to use filters/edits on videos? good times), taking a bit of a detox and staving off of doomscrolling rlly go a long way on days where i may not be feeling the best about myself. like, i’ve seen people recommend eating an entire block of cream cheese under the guise of health because keto influencers love spinning nonsense and trying to make you genuinely believe that an entire brick of cream cheese is inherently better for you than a single piece of bread for toast, lol.

at any rate, i think it’s good to remind yourself that you are real and your body is real and not everything you see online is real— most people are able to (rightfully) internalize that they shouldn’t compare their bodies to digital art or anime characters, and i think that mentally should extend to just about any 3D picture you see online— while i’m not inherently anti-photoshop or anything like that, i DO think it’s harmful for these people who participate in photoshopping their pics or using filters to pass it off as (A) all natural genetics and/or (B) simple diet and exercise because no amount of genetics, diet, or exercise are gonna give you a 13 inch waist and 42 inch hips. even pictures of real life people can be twisted to the point where they might as well be fictitious, but your body is real when you look at it and real in anything and everything you wear, so why worry about how it stacks up compared to a picture that’s certainly edited?

i first read this on pinterest in like high school but it’s honestly sound advice and something that’s really stuck with me— we don’t get mad at our feet for being too small/too big/too wide/too narrow when shoes don’t fit, we just buy a different size— shouldn’t the same idea extend to all our clothes? our bodies aren’t made to fit clothes, clothes are made to fit our bodies— and buying a bigger cosplay to fit you better isn’t a fault of yours nor your body’s. you got this ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#i love u i’m always happy to hear from you #chats #cw body image #🦦 anon

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Set It Up

-- Kind of a part 2 to that Set It Up request because I saw the kiss scene and I fell in love… Dialogue obviously had to change to match up to Hangman but I tried to keep it pretty close. And this happens wayy before the events of the movie.

Also, please send me requests!! I know I have a few original Top Gun fanfics that need to come out but I am waiting to rewatch the film for that but worry not! I do not forget you! --

Y/n looked through the window of her house. It was a new build in San Diego that they had moved to a few weeks ago. She liked it here, the sun was hot and the ocean was pleasant but looking out of her window at the tiny patch of grass they had called a garden made her nostalgic for home with its green pastures, cattle farms and long hiking trails.

She lost track of time thinking about all she had left behind. This move was good for them, and she had been up for it when Jake had suggested it. It was good for his career and for their future. Without this move they would never have the paycheck necessary for their dream of children, but she realised now that she might have liked to do it with her parents nearby.

She heard the front door open and then close again

“Honey I’m home!” Jake shouted, when he received no reply he dropped his bag on the floor and removed his boots before walking into the living room to find her absorbed in her own thoughts, intently staring at bird on their lawn

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you remember our first kiss?”

Jake scoffed “Of course I do”

They had been on a few dates, but nothing but mutual pining had come out of it. They had both been too cowardly to do anything about it. Recently, though they had been a little off with each other, and Jake had refused to come and help when Y/n had been in trouble with another guy until she had begged him to, under the guise that ‘he wasn’t her boyfriend’, she had given him the cold shoulder since.

Still, one day as she closed up she noticed a familiar figure out of the window of the bakery she worked at. He seemed to have been waiting for someone. Slowly, as if sensing her eyes on his back, he turned and saw her right as she lowered the metal curtain down on the windows and doors.

He was still waiting for her when she came out from the back.

“Hi”

“Hi” she replied

“What are you -- what are you doing here?” Y/n asked, taking him in in the light of the street lamps and the pale moonlight. He looked handsome.

“Oh err Nathalie told me to meet her here. What are you doing here?” Jake said. Strange. Nathalie, Y/n’s sister had also asked her to meet her there…

“Ooh Oh my god” She laughed when the realisation hit her. Nathalie had always been cheering their situationship on, hoping it would become something more. She had told Y/n that she just wanted to see her little sister happy, but Y/n suspected it had more to do with the fact that Jake’s sister Jane was her best friend and getting her own sister and her brother together would be one step closer to actually being sisters.

“She cyranoed us” He shook his head

“Yes she --”

“I googled it, so I know what that means now” He admitted, looking at his shoes. He rubbed a spot on the pavement to give the impression he wasn’t embarrassed but both knew Y/n could see right through it.

“Why are you dressed like that?” She said, eyeing his clothes. He wore a black shirt and tight jeans, a far cry from what he should have been wearing: the ridiculous uniform of the chicken shop next door.

“I don’t work here -- anymore” He said, much to her surprise “Yeah I quit working for Rick -- Starting over… I’m 20, actually I’m a temp, which is technically lower on the totem pole than assistant… which is… Kind of a kick in the nuts -- it’s uhh kind of cool, I get to see a bunch of different jobs… Find out what I actually like” He paused and looked her deep into the eyes “I like you… so so much. You’re not hard to get, at all, you’re hard to earn… It’s so much better” He seemed so genuine, but Y/n’s heart had been broken a little that night.

“You displayed a total lack of character when it mattered”

“I know”

“Jake you have the romantic and sexual personality of a 7th grader”

He scoffed. Jake knew it was true, but he also knew you found it charming. You had always been a sensible girl and his silliness helped you relax

“7th grade -- I mean I feel like I could at least be high school” He joked

“You wear suits to sports games!”

“What?” He asked, outraged, until he realised what incident she was talking about -- a time his baseball team had all turned up in tuxedos to destabilise the opposite team -- and what game she was playing

“You’re a know it all” he replied

“You are… unbelievably bad at beer pong” she threw back

“You’re a sore winner… And you use too many exclamation points”

“And yet…”

Jake took her by the hand and pulled her close. He moved his hand to cup her face and leaned in. Their lips met and sparks flew. It hadn’t been her first kiss, but it would be the only one that would ever matter.

She came back to reality, Jake holding her from behind, gently kissing her neck

“I’m hungry”

“I completely forgot dinner, I am so sorry” She exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth

“Take out? I kind of fancy pizza” Jake asked, already holding the phone in his hand and dialling the number

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #original fic #hangman top gun

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1. I saw an ad for burial plots, but that’s the last thing I need.

2. Did you hear about the silk worm race? It ended in a tie.

3. I got fired from the calendar factory, just for taking a day off.

4. Q: What’s the best thing about Switzerland? A: Well, the flag is a big plus.

5. Clones are people two.

6. I wanted to learn how to drive a stick shift, but I couldn’t find a manual.

7. Napoleon may not have designed his coat, but he did have a hand in it.

8. I put up a high-voltage electric fence around my house. My neighbor is dead against it.

9. What are windmills’ favorite genre of music? They’re big metal fans.

10. The past, present, and future walk into a bar. It was tense.

11. Shopping centers, you’ve seen one, you’ve seen the mall.

12. My ceiling isn’t the best, but it’s up there.

13. I love whiteboards. They’re re-markable.

14. Which country’s capital has the fastest-growing population? AIreland. Every day it’s Dublin.

15. The machine at the coin factory just suddenly stopped working. It doesn’t make any cents.

16. I tried to make a belt out of watches. It was a waist of time.

17. I went to a new mechanic. They came highly wreck-a-mended.

18. What’s the difference between a hippo and a Zippo? A hippo is really heavy, and a Zippo is a little lighter.

19. Yesterday a clown held the door open for me. It was such a nice jester.

20. Why can’t you run through a campground? You can only ran, because it’s past tents.

21. Becoming a vegetarian is a big missed steak.

22. Why can’t Harry Potter tell the difference between his potion pot and his best friend? They’re both cauld ron.

23. An atom lost an electron. It really should keep an ion them.

24. What’s the best time on a clock? 6:30, hands down.

25. Please don’t make my funeral too early. I’m not really a mourning person.

26. I got fired from the bank. A man asked me to check his balance, so I pushed him over.

27. Why did the lizard say he named his baby “Tiny?” Because he’s my newt.

28. Someone stole the police station’s toilets. They have nothing to go on.

29. Having sex in an elevator is wrong on so many levels.

30. What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bicycle and a nicely dressed man on a tricycle? Attire.

31. What does C.S. Lewis keep in his wardrobe? Narnia business.

32. I put all my cash into an origami business. It folded.

33. I was worried about being in a long-distance relationship. But so far so good.

34. I suffer from kleptomania. But I take something for it.

35. I’m afraid of negative numbers. I’ll stop at nothing to avoid them.

36. Acupuncture is a jab well done.

37. Two antennas got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.

38. I quit my job at the donut factory. I was fed up with the hole business.

39. I once ate a watch. It was time consuming.

40. RIP boiling water. You will be mist.

41. Why did the monk refuse novocaine when he had his tooth pulled? He wanted to transcend dental medication.

42. Just found out sticks float. They would.

43. My boat was cold, I tried to make a fire but it sank. I guess you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.

44. I went to that new restaurant, Karma. There’s no menu, you just get what you deserve.

45. Why do cows have bells? Because their horns don’t work.

46. You can’t trust atoms, they make up everything.

47. I met a criminal with a bounty on his head. That was a weird place to keep paper towels.

48. A psychic tried to sell me information on my past lives. I hate used karma dealers.

49. I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.

50. I met my wife on a dating site. We just clicked.

51. I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

52. Thanks for explaining the word “many” to me. It means a lot.

53. My roommates suspect I’m stealing their kitchen utensils. But that’s a whisk i’m willing to take.

54. I’m going to try velcro instead of shoe laces. Why knot?

55. I decided to get rid of my spine. It was holding me back.

56. Long fairy tales have a tendency to dragon.

57. Knowing how to pick locks has opened a lot of doors for me.

58. No matter how kind you are, German children are kinder.

59. Architects are good at coming up with concrete plans.

60. I should have been sad when my flashlight batteries died, but I was delighted.

61. Who designed King Arthur’s round table? Sir Cumference.

62. What happened when the semi-colon broke grammar laws? He was given two consecutive sentences.

63. I recently took a pole and found out 100% of campers were angry when their tent collapsed.

64. I couldn’t remember how to throw a boomerang. Eventually it came back to me.

65. A friend said he didn’t understand cloning. I told him that makes two of us.

66. I had a pun about amnesia, but I forget how it goes.

67. Santa Claus’s elves are subordinate clauses.

68. I’m designing a reversible jacket. I’m excited to see how it turns out.

69. A man went to the hospital with eight plastic horses in his stomach. His condition is stable.

70. To the guy who invented Zero, thanks for nothing!

71. There’s a new type of broom out. It’s sweeping the nation.

72. I tried to draw a circle, but it was pointless.

73. Getting paid to sleep would be my dream job.

74. There’s a fine line between numerator and denominator.

75. Velcro… what a rip-off.

76. I gave away my dead batteries, no charge.

77. One-fifth of people are just too tense.

78. After the birth of your child, your role in life will become apparent.

79. A backwards poet writes inverse.

80. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

81. My kid swallowed some coins, the doctor told me to just wait. No change yet.

82. My friend’s bakery burned down. Now his business is toast.

83. You should wear glasses while doing math. It improves division.

84. I’m glad I learned sign language. It’s really handy.

85. Bad gardeners are rough around the hedges.

86. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.

87. This girl thought she recognized me from vegetarian club, but I’ve never met herbivore.

88. Why can’t you explain puns to kleptomaniacs? They always take things literally.

89. Did you hear about the man who lost his left side? He’s all right now.

90. I make apocalypse puns like there’s no tomorrow.

91. A cartoonist was found dead. Details are sketchy.

92. I removed the shell from my racing snail to make it faster. It just got more sluggish.

93. Life as a professional yo-yoer has its ups and downs.

94. I don’t trust stairs. They’re always up to something.

95. My wife told me to stop speaking in numbers. But I didn’t 1 2.

96. I failed my Braille class. It’s a touchy subject.

97. I used to hate facial hair, but it grew on me.

98. The shovel was a ground-breaking invention.

99. My leaf blower doesn’t work, it just sucks.

100. Need an ark? I Noah guy.

101. A plateau is the highest form of flattery.

Suffer

i wish to shit on your computer.

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Grandparent's Day - Part 1: Unexpected

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Casey is enjoying how excited Tobias is to (finally) spread the news about their engagement and baby-to-be finally. But en route to her parents, he begins to panic; what if they don’t feel the same way?

Words: 1991

A/N: This is part of Casey & Tobias’s Baby / Wedding Stories. They’re taking a couple of days off for a road trip to share the news with the grandparents-to-be. Stop one is at Casey’s parents home just outside of Philadelphia.

@choicesaugustchallenge Day 27 – “Oh my God, this is happening!”

Grandparents Day (mini-series):

Part 2: "... and I needed you to know..."

Baby & Wedding Stories Masterlist

“Well, this is it!” Tobias announced as they pulled onto I-95. The first leg of their trip had begun.

Casey turned to her new fiancé, his face aglow in a way that could only be found on someone who had been tethered, unable to scream from every rooftop in Boston. But now his hands were being untied… just a little, and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“This is it,” she grinned, sliding her hand in his. He let it remain for a moment, enjoying its warm familiarity; but with a jolt of realization, he gruffly pulled it away

“Hey! Stop that!” He scolded.

“Stop what? Holding your hand?”

“Yes! I’m driving and have precious cargo on board… my future wife and our baby-to-be. I’ve gotta keep you two safe.”

“Oh?” Casey chided. “So when I was just your girlfriend, it didn’t matter if I died? Because I recall holding much more than your hand while you drove in the past.”

His knowing look and impish grin left no doubt that he recalled precisely what she was speaking of.

“You shouldn’t talk about things like that in front of our daughter,” he admonished softly. “Besides, you know I always want to keep you safe, but….”

“I know,” she reassured. “I’m just teasing you. Everything feels a little different now.”

“It sure does.” He brought her hand to his lips, brushed a quick kiss across her knuckles, and placed it back down. “There! I don’t want to get too carried away. So, are you excited about telling the old folks?”

“Tobias, you make them sound like they should be in the geriatric ward.”

“They’re about to be grandparents if the orthopedic shoe fits….”

“Oh, that attitude will win you brownie points with my mom. Keep it up, Carrick,” she laughed. “Of course, I’m excited. A little worried, though. Did you pack the crash cart for when we lay this all on your mom?”

“I’ve arranged for one to be at the house when we arrive. An engagement alone would send her to the stratosphere. But following up with, oh, and you’re going to be a grandma,” his grin stretched from ear to ear as he rubbed his fiancé’s belly. “Gotta admit. She may not make it.”

“Hey! Hands on the wheel!” Casey mocked.

“Sorry!” He smiled, placing both hands firmly back on the wheel. “What about your parents? Do you think they’ll be happy?”

“Well, it’s a lot of news at once, but I think they will be thrilled.”

Tobias let out a shuddering breath, and Casey could sense him tensing up as his knuckles began turning white.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I just thought of something… do you think your father will want to kill me?”

Casey jokingly shoved his shoulder, earning another glare for causing a risky driving situation.

“My dad is a little old-fashioned. Chances are he would have preferred a wedding then a baby. But he’ll be fine. He really likes you.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yes. Besides, we live together. I think he knows we have sex.”

“Nah-ah,” he corrected. “That’s where you’re wrong. He knows we share a house. Until this point, there was zero proof that I had violated his daughter in any way. That all ends now. He’s going to know!”

Casey’s boisterous laughter filled the car. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him with such a case of nerves. “Tobias, I’m twenty-nine years old, not fifteen. It’s going to be fine.”

“I’m putting my faith in you. But I’m ready to remind him that his grandchild won’t have a father if he kills me.”

~~~~~

“OK, we’re here!” Casey breathed, anxiously dusting off Tobias’s lapel as they waited for her parents to answer the door.

“You’re dusting me off,” he stressed. “You only do that when I’m linty, or you’re nervous…, and I’m not linty. Is this supposed to calm me down?”

“I’m not nervous, T. I’m….”

“HELLO!!!!!” Rose yelled, her arms opening wide as she answered the door with David quick at her heels.

“Hello indeed!” her husband yelled, nearly pushing her out of the way to hug Casey first. But Rose was not having it and pushed right back, sending David careening toward Tobias.

“Well, I guess we could hug instead,” he laughed, “how are you doing, Tobias?”

“I’m good, sir. Never better.”

“Good to know! But, sir? That’s for old men.”

“Should I call you bro next time?” Tobias chuckled.

“That would be weird. Come inside,” David smiled. “We’ll figure something out.”

Tobias slid next to Casey on the sofa, lovingly placing his arm behind her back. David took the armchair across from them as Rose came in from the kitchen with a tray of beverages.

“I made your favorite raspberry lemonade as soon as I heard you were coming,” she smiled. “I was so excited for the unexpected visit.”

“Yes, we’re not used to a drop-in,” David agreed. “Boston isn’t exactly around the corner.”

“Are you complaining?” Casey cajoled.

“NEVER!” Rose insisted, “but it isn’t normal for two busy doctors to make a five-plus hour drive. So… what is it?”

“God, Rose,” David muttered with a shake of his head, ‘You’re nothing if not subtle.”

“What?” She glared at her husband. “I didn’t say anything wrong!”

Casey and Tobias glanced at each other as her parents bickered, the older couple only stopping when they noticed the joy on the younger couple’s faces.

Tobias gazed into Casey’s eyes as he stroked her rosy cheek and grinned. “I guess we could get right to the point.”

“Why, baby?” she giggled. “Because if you don’t tell someone soon, you might just die.”

“Tell someone WHAT!?” Rose interrupted.

“Fine!” Casey shot back, pulling out her hand and waving it for all to see. “We’re engaged!” she yelled.

“Oh my God, I knew it!” Rose screeched as David jumped up from his seat.

“Well, I didn’t!” he insisted as he reached for his daughter’s hand. “Wow,” he smiled at Tobias, “You meant business.”

“When it comes to your daughter? I absolutely do, sir… uh bro… uh, David.”

“You’re marrying my daughter; this simplifies things. How about you call me Dad from now on.”

“Dad…” Tobias gulped, taking a small step back without realizing it.

“I’m sorry,” David faltered. “That was very presumptuous of me. Don’t feel like you have to….”

“No,” Tobias smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve….” he exhaled deeply, “I like it. I like it a lot… Dad.”

“Congratulations! And welcome to the family, Tobias,” he said, extending his hand. “I couldn’t be happier.”

“Ah, come on, Dad!” Tobias teased, “We’re family now. Come here… come on… give me a hug.”

All this while, Rose had only let go of her daughter once to quickly glimpse her stunning engagement ring. Then with a cross between a squeal and a sob, she took her daughter back in her arms again.

“I can’t believe my baby is getting married,” she cried. “This is such wonderful news!”

“I’m glad you approve, Rose,” Tobias beamed.

“Approve! I more than approve! Come here,” she said as they embraced. “The two of you are perfect for each other. David and I have said it all along! Haven’t we, David?”

“I’m delighted, Rose, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, hush!” she admonished, retaking possession of Casey. “Now! We have a wedding to plan!”

Casey shot Tobias a desperate look. “She’s been planning my wedding since I was twenty.”

“Then she and my Mom will get along just fine!”

“That’s not true!” Rose clarified. “I mean, yes, I’ve looked forward to it. But only when the time was right… with the right person, and now… it’s here!” Rose blubbered.

“Oh, jeez.” David rolled his eyes as he handed his wife another tissue. “Tobias, if I were you, I’d buy stock in Kleenex. They’re going to be in high demand for a while.”

“And how long will that be?” Rose sniffed. “Have you thought of a date yet?”

“November,” Casey smiled.

Rose bounced gently on her feet with excitement. “A fall wedding! Just like your Dad and I had! That’s perfect! Just a little over a year for planning… we will still need to start immediately, but….”

“No,” Casey interrupted, “Mom… Mom… slow down. MOM!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got a little carried away. What is it, baby?”

“Not next November,” she grasped Tobias’s hand tighter. “This November.”

“This November?” Rose cringed.

“Yes,” Casey nodded.

“This one. As in, two months from now, November.”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Well, that’s just… Why?”

“Yeah,” David asked, straightening his back in his chair. “Why the rush?”

Letting out a deep breath, Casey continued. “Because the wedding isn’t what’s important to us, the marriage is.”

“That’s fine and dandy, honey,” Rose assured. “So let’s do it in six months then. That’s doable. But two?”

“Well,” Casey followed. “We want to do it soon because… because we have other news too.”

“Oh. You do?” David quipped.

“Yes,” Casey giggled nervously. “Mom, Dad. Tobias and I… we’re having a baby.”

“A bay… a bay… a….”

“A baby, Rose,” David deadpanned.

“Yeah,” Tobias grinned, “We’re going to have a little girl of our own.”

“We don’t know that it’s a girl!” Casey simpered.

“She doesn’t know. But I do.”

“Oh my God, this is happening! I’m going to be a grandmother!” Rose cried.

“Is this too much for one day?” Casey asked, taking her mother’s hands.

“NO! This is just wonderful!” Rose sang. “Oh, come here, and let me hug the two of you!”

David silently watched as the three hugged in the center of the living room; his face was set in stone when Tobias’s eyes met his.

Oh, shit.

“Uh… Mr. MacTavish, I want you to know,” Tobias fumbled in his pocket and anxiously handed a crumpled receipt to David. “Here. I want to be clear… I love your daughter more than anything in this world. I bought the ring, look,” he pointed to the date on the receipt, “look, I bought it before either of us knew she was pregnant. I’m not doing this because I have to; this is just the icing on the cake. I was waiting for the right moment to ask her, and when she told me…” he smiled at Casey with an unmistakable look of love. “I knew the moment arrived. So, I just….”

“Tobias,” David sighed.

“Yes?”

“You know that thing my daughter does… when she gets nervous, and she just rambles… she doesn’t even come up for air?”

“Yes. Yes, sir, I’m quite familiar with it.”

“First, we covered this. I’m not sir. Second… you’re doing it now.”

“I am?”

“You are,” David announced. The tension visibly left Tobias’s body as a smile slowly spread across David’s face. “Relax, son, it’s 2022. I’m not going to hurt you. Besides,” his voice broke, “I want my grandchild to have their father.”

“See,” Tobias said, tapping Casey’s shoulder. “See! I told you!”

“Yes, dear… you did,” she grinned.

For the next several hours, they laughed and cried. Rose brought out photo albums to show off baby pictures of Casey, and Tobias teased her relentlessly over photos from her teen years. David pulled Tobias aside to get to know him better, and Casey couldn’t get a word in as her Mom went on and on about the upcoming nuptials and her grandchild-to-be. Over dinner, Casey choked when Rose suggested she and David sell their house and move to Boston, and Tobias covered for her quickly…

“Gag reflex. You know… pregnancy and all,” he winked at his grateful fiance.

They rarely let go of each other’s hands that night, and, with a tender look, David took Rose’s in. When they were preparing to leave, the four agreed, it had been one of the happiest nights of their lives. It was unexpected and unplanned, but as they learned more each day, the best things in life often are.

Part 2: "... and I needed you to know..."

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stormyoceans · 1 year

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[VICE VERSA episode 2 parts 1&2]

“It’s the same as hitting on someone, keep pushing and pushing” You, stop talking right now

Ah yes the shooting arrows scene, amazing

Talay last time you two spoke he told you he hates you, what makes you think antagonising him on his archery skills is gonna make that any better

“Move, I need space.” Tun: “oh I’ll move. Very very far away”

Looove that Ohm goes back to being Sea as soon as Tun’s left

And when he talks to Tun he’s Ohm again

THE HALF-HEARTED PICTURE-TAKING

Given that the whole “Tess dated a girl Tun liked” thing isn’t even true where the hell did people get that idea, especially since marriage is equal in this universe and so I assume/hope people are more accepting

“I’m a screenwriter, I have to believe in anything” Not sure how that works

Crying at how Talay’s wearing a different outfit everytime he talks to Tun in this episode, as if it’s the fault of the clothing

YEAH SO THAT SCRIPT BELONGED TO HIM /AND/ HIS FRIENDS AND HE JUST LEFT IT ON THE FLOOR (I assume they have digital copies but still)

W h a t is the music playing as Talay puts an arm around Tun’s shoulders

The half-hearted hand tap ;;

“Take that stupidity to your grave” I’ve always loved that line, it’s so fucking good

“Can you make the light pinker?” THIS GUY GETS IT

Talay @ the pink light: >:(

“The reason I broke up with you. The truth is…” I’m a lesbian

Also I get it now, people believe the “stealing Tun’s crush” story because Tess is a piece of shit

Ah yes the first instance of drunk!Talay blurting out universe-swapping stuff

Can’t believe I was such a dumb-dumb the first time watching and didn’t realise Tun was now Puen basically until Jimmy appeared on-screen

Gorgeous transition though

They love the on-key singing too so WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE, THIS IS MAKING ME UNREASONABLY ANGRY

“He loved that cat more than his life apparently” Tbh same and that’s not even a joke, I have three cats and I love cats to death and I’d sooner end up in the hospital than run one over

Puen: “what are you talking about?” *tries to act cool by drowning his anxiety in a drink*

Puen died in a car accident, almost hit a cat, and later in the show gets caught drunk driving, this guy should not be allowed behind the wheel

Puen I get that you won’t tell him your name now but you’ll tell him eventually right? …. RIGHT??

Talay acting so all-knowing about the situation all of a sudden, these dorks are both trying too hard to look cool

“Whom should I go to?” “Me” Puen: *d-doki*

Those cups couldn’t be any emptier if they tried

Okay but what if he HAD been naked under there Talay

Kdfjksdl the drunk kissing scene is so fecking cute, one of my fave scenes tbh

I’m glad Talay didn’t use tongue because his breath must stink like hell

TAKE THOSE SHOES OFF OR I’LL THROW THEM AT YOUR FUCKING HEAD

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god

“Why did you mention it in the first place?” BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT HAVING HURT YOU WHILE HAMMERED, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MADE IT ABOUT SEX

Those bread cone thingies look delicious ngl

So I loved this from the get-go but I still love that Talay guesses “Rose” and neither of them comments how that’s “weird” because it’s a girl’s name

“Don’t you know the quote from that movie?” Puen: hang on I gotta be as extra about my answer as possible

AI’DANG! AI’DANG, AI’DANG, AI’DANG <3

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for…….

“Tess didn’t go easy on the car” It looked fine to me when you tried to give Tun a lift

Oh my goddddd I love this girl, I don’t know if she’s a cameo but I’m in love with her energy

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

talay showing up in front of tun with a new outfit every time: that will throw him off his rhythm STREET SMARTS!!!!!!!

yeah the reason why everyone believed that tess dated a girl tun liked is because the asshole actually went around BRAGGING about stealing her from tun to all his friends. that alone already tells me everything i need to know about tess but somehow he's gonna get even worse, if you can believe it. also i know love is blind and all that but tun.... my dude....... you can do SO MUCH BETTER

[ENTER PUEN] [EXIT MY SANITY] LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im gonna take a moment to lose my mind over the lyrics of the song puen decides to sing because "DID IT ACTUALLY HAPPEN OR AM I DREAMING/US MEETING EACH OTHER IN THIS WORLD/DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT/BUT WITH ALL MY HEART I BELIEVE THIS IS/A MIRACLE THAT WE MET/IT'S A MIRACLE THAT I LOVE YOU/IT'S THE GREATEST MIRACLE I'VE EVER WITNESSED/OH YOU ARE THE MIRACLE" [FROTHING AT THE MOUTH CLAWING AT THE WALLS GOING RABID] literally the most puentalay song to ever exist they're gonna play it at their wedding and slow dance to it and puen still hums it to talay from time to time when he can't believe he actually gets to spend the rest of his life with talay

DRUNK KISS MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I TRULY ADORE THAT SCENE SO MUCH. i still can't believe talay really tried true love's kiss as a way to bring them back to their universe sfjksgdj he is such an endearing and dramatic drunk!!!! i really wish we could have had at least one more scene with talay being drunk around puen because talay is usually very self-conscious and tends to keep everything to himself, but when he's drunk he's just so openly affectionate and honest!!!!!! i know he would cling to puen the entire time and tell puen all kinds of things he'd be to embarrassed to say while sober and puen would be SO FOND!!!!!! anyway, back to the kiss, i know we all laugh at puen's expressions during that scene, but i love how realistic his reaction is!!!! also episode 2 and 3 are so important to me because you can literally pinpoint every single moment that makes puen fall in love with talay and this is such an important one for both of them!!!!!

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god <<<<< IM NOT SPEAKING I REFUSE TO SPEAK

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for……. <<<<< 😏😏😏👀👀👀🤭🤭🤭 (apparently im 12 sfjksgdksg)

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

WE'RE BOTH SQUEALING WITH DELIGHT KICKING OUR FEET COVERING OUR FACE BLUSHING SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR (also yeah, she's sadly just a cameo but i really like her as an actress i'd love to see her in a GL)

ending this by saying that im forever mourning THIS archery scene from the mock trailer that didn't make it into the actual show:

LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY THE FLAVOR THE SERVE BRING HER BACK

#MOCK TRAILER ARCHERY SCENE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS #unrelated but VERA YOU HAVE THREE CATS??????#MA'AM IM GONNA NEED YOU TO SHARE PICTURES #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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claire-connolly · 2 years

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Claire and Beacon

A Continuation (Part 2)

Wordcount: 1.1k+

Author’s Note: Please excuse any and all editing mistakes because I rambled this out in writing form because I just love them too much thank you :P

Claire pulled her knees up to her chest, cradling a warm cup of tea in her hands. As skittish as she seemed, thunder and the rain gave her a fuzzy feeling. Dull electricity ran through her as the thunder rumbled through her bones, almost like a spiritual massage. Her rocking chair was always by the window, ready for rain or shine.

After one long sip, Claire finished her tea, placing it down on the window sill. She had always been one to take things slow, and with the shop being closed she did not need to rush for anything. She stood up and took a big stretch, reaching out until her fingertips tingled. After a moment she relaxed her muscles and padded over to the kitchen, being sure to bring her mug.

After taking care of her mug, Claire walked over to the small window in her kitchen. She rested her head on the cool glass, looking out again. The rain made the view blurry, but Claire could still point out all her babies. She was thrilled at the fact they were getting a nice soak. The birdbath in the center of the garden was also getting full which meant more friends to visit.

Claire’s mind began to wander towards a very specific feathered friend. She had come to name a very peculiar raven Beacon. The poor bird had quite the habit of getting hurt and somehow always managed to make it back to Claire’s home to be fixed up. Okay, so maybe Claire was the Beacon and not him, but the name stuck regardless.

She always worried about him on rainy days the most. The most stubborn bird she’d ever encountered, it wouldn’t surprise anyone who met him if he flew when he couldn’t see five feet ahead of him. That coupled with lightning was enough for that little nagging voice in the back of Claire’s head to keep an eye or ear out for him.

Claire furrowed her brow and a shiver ran down her spine, something in the universe just shifted out of alignment. Maybe it was a tree that fell? The rain was coming down pretty hard outside. It happened every other storm, but this time felt different. It wasn't just a shift she felt, something felt wrong.

Caw

Claire’s eyes widened and she ran out her door, not bothering to put on shoes. She ran through the grass, trying to find where the cawing was coming from.

“Beacon? Beacon Where are you?” she called out, moving her soaked curls from her eyes. The caws continued loudly and Claire followed them until she came across the familiar black bird.

“Oh, you poor darling let's get you inside, yeah?” Claire whispered, scooping him up into her arms no problem and bringing him indoors.

She padded over to the closet and grabbed some towels, wrapping Beacon up before she started to dry herself up.

“So what were you doing out in that rain, huh?” Claire asked softly, taking the thoroughly burrito-wrapped Beacon into her arms once she was dry. She brought him over to the rocking chair and sat with him on her lap. He cooed, more quietly than usual, and tried to brush off the towel.

“Alright I’ll get this off, that doesn't answer the question though” she murmured, gently unwrapping him. Beacon let out a loud caw and she unwrapped him fully, exposing his right wing bent in a completely incorrect direction.

Claire gasped and gently took his wing in her hands, brushing the feather delicately. “ Oh, my stars what happened? How did this happen, love this is…. This is really bad I can't even sugarcoat it” she whispered, gently moving the wing back and forth.

“I don’t think I can take care of this myself, I might have to take you to someone. But we’ll stay here until the rain stops, okay? I have to make a call” she murmured as Beacon grumbled sounds of discomfort.

*Time Skip*

“The good news is that his health won’t be affected” noted the Vet. Claire had managed to make friends with the local vet and with her affinity for healing animals, she was a perfect choice.

“ The bad news is I don’t think that he’ll be able to fly again. The way the bones look they're set to heal won’t give him enough balance to fly, at least not for long distances. Maybe two feet in the air if he gets used to it” she explained, closing the wing to Beacon’s body and wrapping it around him. Beacon grumbled and hopped about once it was done, attempting to fly a few times but failing without access to his other wing.

“You said he wasn't domestic, right? If you wanted I could refer him to a nearby sanctuary where he could stay” the vet suggested. Claire paused and thought for a moment. He wasn't domestic and he wasn't hers. Yes, she loved him to pieces. Yes, whenever she heard his call she got excited. But they were just meant to exist in passing, no? He wasn't her pet, he was her buddy. Her goofy, clumsy, avian buddy. Her buddy that gave her an attitude when there were more peanuts than berries. Her buddy that loved to startle her customers and then become their new best friend.

Maybe she was being dramatic, it's not like an animal sanctuary was the end of the world. But that made it so much harder for her to see him. He popped in whenever he wanted to, he couldn't do that there.

“Actually would it be possible for me to watch him? If I kept him with me and made sure he was safe and healing as best he could” Claire offered, crossing her fingers behind her back.

“Well… I think I’d have to pretend that you didn't tell me you were going to do that, but lucky for you I did theatre in University” she teased softly, “Do come in to keep checking on him though, but you’ll say he came to you for help from the wild, it's technically illegal to have them as pets.”

“Lucky for me he’s not a pet, just a distinguished guest” Claire grinned “And I have no issues dancing around the law, especially for Beacon.”

“Another thing that I'm pretending to not hear. Well he’s all wrapped up so I'll send in the prescription for some pain medication for him and then you’re free to go” grinned the vet, leaving the examination room.

Claire walked over to the table and bent down to look at Beacon. “Well, I really hope you like our sleepovers bud because we’ll be having a lot more. Let’s get out of this gross place and back home.”

Claire held her hand out to Beacon, which he gratefully hopped on. Claire lifted her arm and delicately placed him on her shoulder, “I figure if you can’t get height on your own, I can help!” she beamed. Beacon nuzzled her cheek and hair as Claire walked out of the room, grabbing the prescription before going home with her best friend.

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The Consort - Chapter 26 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

It only takes a moment for me to notice Brayden standing there and I become rigid waiting for him to speak.

He leans against the doorway to my room, crossing his legs at the ankles.

"Come take a walk with me," he says quietly.

I shuffle off the bed and slip into my tennis shoes.

They're becoming worn, the sole thinning to the point of falling away from the rest of the shoe.

I give myself a sideways glance in the mirror.

My face is gaunt from sporadic meals and constantly being on the move.

I'm sure when the two of us stand next to one another, I look like as plain as wallpaper compared to Brayden's haunting beauty.

Now that I think of it, though, Brayden probably isn't attracted to me like that.

Yes, he craves the taste of my blood but physically I don't even reach the cusp of his radar.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and follow Brayden out of the bedroom.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Fiona's bedroom door closing slowly.

Kelly's voice resonates from inside the room and I squint.

Did Fiona invite him inside?

Brayden opens the grand front door and ushers me out of the house.

"Why are we taking a walk?" I ask.

He adjusts the ties to his cloak and nods for me to continue.

The two of us walk in silence until we're a good distance away from the house.

"It's Kelly's first feeding," Brayden finally replies in a whisper.

"He needs privacy."

Mixed feelings rise within me.

Part of me is glad that Kelly and Fiona are getting a chance to talk, to possibly rekindle what they used to have in a new way.

The other part of me is worried sick for her.

This is her first face to face feeding, after all.

She has no idea what to expect and after all she's been through, the anxiety she must be feeling... I shake my head, trying to will away the thoughts.

There's nothing I can do about it right now.

Even if I wanted to stop Kelly, I couldn't.

It's not like going in to a holding room and freeing Fiona from other humans.

This is trying to prevent an immortal from feeding, a different game entirely.

A cool breeze sneaks up behind me, tickling my arms until I cross them over my chest and huddle away from it as best I can.

The cobblestone pathway leads us up a small bridge, the kind that reminds me of the opening scene of a chilling nightmare.

Cobwebs spiral around the branches of the trees looming overhead.

A crisp leaf falls from a low-hanging branch and the wind catches it as it makes its escape.

The other houses along the street are dark and desolate.

Only the faint street light at the end of the bridge provides light to this edge of the immortal realm.

"Why are you afraid, human?" Brayden whispers, tucking his hands behind his back while we walk.

I sigh.

How nice must it be for him to never have to guess how I'm feeling.

He can smell it in my blood, he already knows.

"This place is creepy," I admit.

"Why...? because it looks abandoned?" Bogdan asks, glancing around his street.

"If anything, that should be a comfort, human."

He's right of course.

The fact that none of these houses look occupied should be a good thing.

Yet I still can't shake being afraid.

The emotion seems to be sewn into my very being.

We walk down a few more houses, nothing but the heels of our shoes clicking down the cobblestone pathway.

The timid streetlight is long gone now and now the only thing guiding our way is the translucent hues of Bogdan's fiery gaze.

The color reminds me of his hunger and I take a deep breath before once again broaching the subject of Leo.

"So about what I said earlier," I venture hesitantly.

"About Leo."

Brayden stiffens beside me,and there's a pause to his step.

When he doesn't say anything to stop me, I continue.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I say.

"I'm sorry I kissed him. It was. I don't know. I was scared. And, and I thought it could help me escape..." my voice tapers off.

Is there more to that I need to say?

The reason I kissed Leo truly was with the sole intention of finding my freedom.

But what I leave out in my apology is that during the kiss, a few sparks still managed to fly between us.

Bogdan is quiet for a moment and then comes to a stop near the end of the road.

Another bridge is just a few feet ahead of us, this one even longer and creepier than the last.

His gaze swivels to meet mine,and my stomach quivers when I drink in the undiluted jealousy radiating off his features.

It's the first time I've seen this look on him.

My breathing quickens and my knees feel wobbly.

"You still desire him," Bogdan says icily.

"I could feel it when you kissed."

He takes a step towards me and I shudder.

Goosebumps radiate across my skin, trailing along the nape of my neck and into my scalp.

I stay statuesquely still as he raises his arm and trails his fingers lightly against the side of my neck.

When the pads of his fingertips slide over the holes on my skin, a streak of heat travels through my veins.

"I was possessive over you before, human," Bogdan whispers silkily.

"But now that I've fed on you... truly fed on you.. my emotions have worsened."

"H-how so?"

Brayden takes the needed step towards me to close the distance between us.

His fingers slide under my chin, firmly holding me in place with nothing more than the pads of his fingertips.

"I could feel it when he looked at you," he explains and the anger ebbing away the calmness in his voice makes me shiver.

"That he wanted you. And when he kissed you..."

Brayden closes his eyes and his nostrils flare as if remembering the scene all over again.

"If he lays a hand on you again," he warns after a moment of silence.

"I will either kill him or trade him to another immortal for your protection."

He doesn't say it to be romantic.

He says it prove a point.

To prove that I am his and his alone.

Forever.

It's not because he is in love with me, it's because he can't survive without me.

My blood is now his addiction, his treasure.

And as pathetic as it sounds, his words mean more than a thousand love poems combined.

I tentatively reach up to touch his face.

Cool, marble skin brushes against my fingertips and Brayden's anger softens with curiosity.

"I don't recognize this emotion, human," he whispers, squinting into my eyes.

I stand on my tip toes and lean into him, pressing a soft kiss against the edges of his lips.

My chest squeezes tightly and I wrap my arms around his broad, sturdy shoulders.

"That's okay," I respond.

"Eventually, you will."

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