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miscellaneous-bnha · 3 years

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Brought Back to Me (FULL)

(I meant to release it yesterday, but with burnout coming at me from all angles, I needed to take an extra day to breathe)

Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Childhood Friend Reader

(Warm Bodies AU where they're less like zombies, but they're more mindless breeding machines and the only way to bring them back is by giving them intensely positive emotions.)

It's been months since the outbreak started.

One little quirk is all it took for all of Japan to fall into shambles. Curiously enough, only the men were affected by it, turning into insatiable beasts, searching endlessly for someone to breed mindlessly. Not really the undead, but not entirely human either.

Somehow, those who were able to escape from the clutches of such a dangerous quirk were only the men who already had partners, lovers. In some cases, those who were not sexually attracted to anyone-- and/or those who had impossibly strong bonds to their friends-- could also scrape by unaffected.

Unfortunately, the Safe Zone only allowed people in if they contributed to the saving of another.

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He wanders about aimlessly, not remembering a single thing. Where he came from, who he was. His head felt like it was in a cloud, body heavy.

Though he doesn’t think much of it. This is all he’s known, after all. ‘Breed, breed, breed.’ echoes inside his head, eyes scanning the baren wasteland. The sound of quick shambling and panicked breaths hit his ears; ‘a chase’, he thinks, ‘follow.’

He finds his way towards the sound of aggravated groaning and hissing, careless fists slamming against doors. Locked in, it seems. Something tells him to put his hand on it, but nothing happens. He doesn’t know why he expected anything to happen.

The door flexes when a loud thud rams against it, and a tiny yelp behind the flipped dumpsters. The groans grow more aggressive, more hungry. ‘Breed breed breed breed breed breed breed—‘ bounces around more fiercely in his skull; he shuffles quietly over to the dumpster.

He can feel himself starting to salivate, the idea of finally being able to achieve his purpose growing more and more prominent. Peeking over the bags of trash, everything in him halts; big doe eyes stare up at him, afraid. Trembling, eyes leaking... water? ‘Tears,’ his brain supplies. Tears.

He doesn’t like them.

He watches for a moment; eyes scanning her trembling form. Another loud bang and the shriek of metal starting to give snaps him out of it. He takes her arm and yanks, dragging her out of the alley, sprinting passed the door just as the hinges burst.

He doesn’t need to breathe, heart doesn’t pump, yet his chest grows tight from the sound of her struggling to keep up. ‘Go slow. Slower.’ he complies, falling into stride. He feels something starting at him, so he turns back to look at her, grumbling, glaring.

Suddenly, he’s running into a building. She titters excitedly, too frantic to understand before she’s pulling away. Slamming the door shut and locking it. He’s a little confused; surely, she hasn’t forgotten what he is.

For a moment, she does. Her chest heaves with relief, sliding down before plopping in front of the door. He carries himself into the corner of the room, gurgling to himself.

She tenses, eyes darting to him; he squints back. ‘Now she remembers.’ he grunts.

He doesn’t know why the echo in his head went silent. The usual monotony of ‘breed’ long gone, ever since he laid eyes on her; replaced by ‘protect’ and it baffles him. Though, at the same time, it feels right.

She snivels, and his eyes latch back onto her. Still sitting by the cold door, staying away from him. He rolls his eyes and turns away, stuffing himself into the corner.

Some time goes by, how long he doesn’t know. Though he doesn’t need to know such irrelevant things. He gurgles in surprise when he feels something warm fall over him. He turns slowly, eyes meeting her curious ones.

“You’re strange, you know that?” She whispers; her eyes more curious than afraid. He only gurgles, letting the warmth of the blanket encompass him.

‘Warm is nice,’ he decides.

She rambles on about ‘no circulation’, or something like that. He doesn’t quite get it, but he doesn’t fight her when she insists he stand out in the sun, absorbing more of this ‘warmth’ thing he’s gotten addicted to.

He follows her around as she needs supplies, gurgling along quietly to her aimless conversations. He knows she’s only talking to fill the silence void (‘maybe she’s gone crazy,’ he thinks, ‘talking to someone who might not even understand.’) but somehow he appreciates it. Gives him something to think about.

Overtime, he finds himself enjoying her company. Mindless babble filling the everyday droning of grumbling footsteps passing by.

One day, she yelps in excitement over a can, startling him and every other mindless dolt in the area. He hisses in irritation, dragging her back to the safe house as quickly as he can. Despite the harrowing situation, she smiles, giggling with childlike glee.

He glares at her once they make it to safety, yet she hardly notices when she’s shoving the can into his face.

“Peaches! It’s canned peaches!” she cheers, prying the lid off with a can opener. The smell is sweet, unlike the usual foods she would find. He’s surprised when he feels his stomach growl instead of twist.

“Did.... did your stomach just growl?” she whispers, baffled. He shrugs, opting to pretend it never happened when it growls again. Her eyes light up.

“It did! It growled!” she laughs, then hands him a peach. He twists his face up, remembering the first time she had him try food. “C’mon, try! Maybe it’ll be different.”

He takes the peach from her hand, eyeing it distastefully before licking it. To his surprise, he didn’t feel sick. He stares at it for a moment before dropping it in his mouth. He feels satisfied rather than sick when he swallows.

“Fascinating...” she whispers, slowly approaching when he doesn’t immediately retch it back up. He eyes the can without realizing it, pouting when she offers him another peach with a coy smile. “See? Good thing I had you try.”

He takes it with a huff, grinning wryly.

That night, he dreams for the first time.

“Tenko...!” Echoes inside his ears. He feels his heart beat, and it nearly sends him stumbling from the shock.

“Tenko..!” Closer this time, but even as he spins endlessly to look, he doesn’t see anything.

“Tenko! Wake up, Tenko!” Its right next to him now, and it has him jolting awake

He sits up, but it’s still dark when he opens his eyes. He looks around frantically for her, finally calming when he sees her curled up on the sleeping mat. He scoots closer, putting a hand on her back, just enough to feel it rise and fall with each breath.

He settles.

He starts to realize he’s capable of doing more with each new event, and with each new event, he dreams.

The worst nights are when he can hear the voice screaming in agony:

“Tenko!! No!! TENKO!! STOP IT!” “GET AWAY! TENKO!”

The eventual sobbing that grows quieter and quieter, leaving him feeling colder and colder. He hates those nights.

Even when his heart isn’t beating, it still feels painful. His mind races with questions and anxiety (a feeling he wish he didn’t know).

He wonders if his name is— was— Tenko, or maybe someone he used to know? He’s not sure, but he’s afraid to find out.

Afraid.

Another emotion he was starting to know well. He finds himself afraid a lot more often too.

He’s afraid of waking up one night to find her gone. He’s afraid of losing her to some other mindless victim (if he could call them that. Men fallen to the quirk; victims). He’s afraid of watching her find companionship with another human.

He knows it’s selfish, but a part of him wants to stay just like this, with her.

Without knowing who he is.

Life is the sweetest when she’s sharing her canned peaches (the only thing his body cares to let him eat). Two unlikely friends, making the best of what they got, but then she starts telling him about her past.

“There used to be someone very important to me.” She said one restless night,

“He and I only ever had each other. Two peas in our own little pod.”

“We didn’t get along at first, but only because we were scared. Just the two of us, living on the street. He had the strangest way of holding things too, but I guess that was just because of his quirk.” Her eyes seemed so glassy, yet so clear. So far away, yet here all the same.

“We uh... used to huddle under the same blankets, just like this.” she slides next to him; she’s warm, yet somehow still so cold, “we even shared peaches too. He never admitted it, but they were his favorite. It’s a shame we couldn’t get them often.”

“Just us against the world...” he doesn’t like the sound her voice makes when it cracks, words turning into a strained whimper. He nudges himself closer to her hoping it’s of some comfort.

“Then some weird man came and took him away, and I never saw him since.” she sniffles and rubs at her eyes, “My Tenko.”

He goes completely stiff. He can tell she’s talking to him, but it’s drowned out by the sound of something rushing through his ears.

‘Tenko! Over here! Hurry!’ his body is so much smaller than he’s used to. He feels the pounding of his heart. It hurts. It hurts.

‘Tenko! No!! TENKO!!’ the agonized screams, and a little girl who looks a lot like her is reaching out through the fog towards him, eyes shining with desperate tears.

There’s the feeling of something grabbing him by the shirt, dragging him away. He knows he’s screaming, his throat burns with the force of his cry, but he can’t hear.

As quickly as it begins, it ends.

“Hey, are you ok?” She’s peering into his face, concern written all over hers. He gurgles, fighting with his own vocal chords.

“I-I-I’mmmm ssso-o-orrrry...” it’s gravelly and slurred, almost incomprehensible, yet she seems to know what he’d been trying to say, seeing as her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You... you talked. You actually talked!” She seems so excited for him, but then she frowns, worried.

“‘Sorry’? What for?? There’s no need to be sorry!” she rubs his back. Warm. He feels his chest squeeze.

He wants to try to talk again, even if to just make her smile, but his throat aches far too much, so he just gurgles softly, nudging his head onto her shoulder.

He practices his speech at night when she’s asleep. Quietly, of course, as to not disturb her, but it’s frustrating. Trying to sound out words messily.

“Mmmm-my nnnnnname....” his voice gives away to a wet growl, and he wheezes out a cough, “my nnname issss... Tennnko. Ten...ko. Tenko.”

He’s remembered a lot more after the first memory.

Rainy nights under the bridge, hushed giggles over a can of peaches.

Hard winters when all they had were a pile of blankets and each other.

The... THING that stole him away, abandoning her.

Quiet fury burns in him, but it fizzles out soon after when he hears her mumble in her sleep. It’s inaudible, and probably complete nonsense, but he likes to think that maybe she was dreaming of the good ol’ days too.

But only the good days, he hopes. Before ‘THAT’ day.

He whispers her name, stroking her back gently when she starts to fuss. ‘A nightmare,’ he muses, watching as she quickly settles back into a peaceful dream. She has them a lot, but he likes to think that they end as soon as he soothes her.

‘You’ve suffered enough.’

Thoughts come easier now as his memories come. Things that he isn’t proud of, things that makes him wonder if she’d hate him.

He remembers becoming ‘Shigaraki Tomura’, a name he thinks of in disdain.

He much prefers Tenko now.

“You know, you’ve been pretty warm lately. I guess sunning yourself every day does help.” She muses out loud, and he grumbles, pleased.

“Mmmaybe.”

“Hey! No stuttering this time! You’re getting better!” She smiles at him. He grunts, leaning against her.

“Oof— hey, easy there champ. You may not eat much, but you’re still heavy compared to me.” He hears her, smirking, but opts to lay more of his weight onto her.

“Hey! Come on!” She laughs, his gurgled wheeze of a laugh only making her laugh that much harder,

He thinks he feels his chest growing lighter in moments like these, wishing desperately that he could have been left unaffected.

He knows there’s no reason to worry about the past in his current state, but he still finds himself wishing.

“Hey, that’s weird,” She says to him one morning, ruffling his hair, “your hair is getting darker somehow.”

She shows him in the mirror what she’s talking about, and sure enough, there it is.

A tuft of black hair poking through the sea of pastel blue.

“How funny is that.” she grins. It’s lopsided and curious, but she just muses his hair one more time before going back to her morning routine.

Overtime, he notices more and more sprout in, and she always laughs at the bewildered look he always seems to have.

The first time he felt his heart beat was during one of those nights when you couldn’t sleep, so you would tell him about Tenko.

“I thought it could just be the two of us forever... In the same way kids feel when they ask each other to get married when they’re older.” Her words are melancholy, but her smile is peaceful, happy.

“I wanted it to just be the two of us against the world. All we needed was each other, maybe we could have been adopted by a nice couple or something, but still inseparable.”

He doesn’t say anything or make any sounds, so she continues.

“Sometimes I wonder if maybe we could have fallen in love.” He sputters then, heart thudding once, twice, then falling still. His hand smacks over his chest in shock, and for a moment, he wondered if that’s what it felt like to be alive.

“Is that really so ridiculous??” she snorts, not really offended, but not really as happy as he would like.

He shakes his head aggressively, and she laughs. Her smile is so genuine he almost misses out on the sweet kiss on the cheek she gives him.

“Thanks for always listening to me ramble. Actually—“ she sits up, and he watches her from his spot on the floor, “thanks for staying, even though you didn’t have to.”

He puts his hand over hers wordlessly, patting it gently.

“Always.”

He wonders if it’s possible to die without being alive.

He hopes it is.

When he wakes up, she’s gone. Nothing more than a note left behind.

‘Need food. Be back soon.’

A simple food run shouldn’t be such a big deal, but it’s climbed to be the most dangerous thing to do over the last 10 months (Has it really been that long?) and losing her so soon after getting her back is the last thing he wants.

He goes barreling out the door just in time to hear her scream.

His heart leaps into his throat. He feels sick, but the adrenaline pumps into his veins, and suddenly he’s running.

Heart racing, sweat dripping, lungs aching. His ears ring with the sound of her scream.

He stops, stomach acid rising into his throat. He feels far too sick. He runs his hands through his hair, he doesn’t even notice the light blue strands that fall away.

He hears her scream again, closer this time. He starts running again despite his shaking legs.

He barely makes it in time to see her get surrounded. The roar he lets out is nothing less than ground shaking, and it’s certainly enough to catch the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

He doesn’t remember what happened next. Colors and sound blend together to make a symphony of tragedy.

Memories and reality all blend until they start and end with her. Her.

“Tenko, my Tenko... you’re okay.” Sound re-emerges from the depths.

Warm. Warm. Warm.

She’s in his arms; so small in comparison to him. He remembers when she was the same size as him.

And, god, she’s so warm.

“Tenko.” His eyes open to meet hers. They’re glassy, but relieved. He whispers her name like it’s a prayer.

“Who would have thought this is how we meet after all these years, huh?” Her voice is soft. He finally realizes her hair is covered in dust. Dust. His dust.

He jumps back in a panic, afraid. He hadn’t been careful with his hands, hands.

“Tenko. It’s okay! It’s okay!” she soothes and grabs his hands freely, pressing his palms to her face.

She doesn’t decay like she should.

“Remember, Tenko? We practiced.”

Yes. Practiced. You helped stabilize his quirk long before he came. Promised to keep it between the two of them.

“Yes... yes... I remember...” he mumbles, and she places her hand over his chest.

“Your heart!” He nods,

“Yeah...”

“Does that mean—“

“Yeah...” he nuzzles his face against her shoulder.

“Warm...” she laughs gently,

“Yeah... you’ve always liked warm things.”

“Mm...” he stands, picking her up in the process, walking back in the direction of the safe house.

“We’ll head to the city zone tomorrow.”

“Okay... Tenko?”

“Mmh?”

“I’m glad you’re back.”

He smiles; he’s glad he’s back too.

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lynenspray · 3 years

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i know all your favourite spots

(wenseul gp!seulgi blowjob cock worship)

seungwan thinks there's something particularly addicting about giving a blowjob. or, well, that's not true. there's something particularly addicting about giving seulgi a blowjob.

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seungwan shifted as she sat between seulgi's legs, burying her face against the dick waiting and aching underneath the older girl's pants.

there was something particularly addicting about giving a blowjob.

or, well, that wasn't true. there was something particularly addicting about giving seulgi a blowjob.

"mmnh, wannie…" her girlfriend gasped, the very end of her sentence turning into a whimper as her limbs shook. look at her trying to be nonchalant by sitting as still as she could. seungwan’s tongue could make her collapse with one sensual lick at just the right spot; she’s sure. she’d done it before.

the blonde hummed, not giving anything away. she loved getting seulgi hot and riled up and stiff like this, all from just seungwan smothering her face between the older girl's thighs and breathing her in. so simple, but so, so rewarding.

"wannie," seulgi continued, bucking her hips off the couch and into seungwan's mouth. despite her lower body's shaky thrusts, seulgi's hands remained on the armrests of the couch. good girl. "suck me? please?"

not just a good girl. a soft, sweet, polite girl as well.

seungwan didn’t need to respond with words; they'd been through this a countless number of times. instead, she sat back and dragged her palms against seulgi’s ankles, her calves, her knees and her thighs–until she reached the apex of her legs and unzipped the cloth that hid her lover’s flaccid but slowly hardening member.

it certainly helped fulfill seungwan's thirst that her girlfriend's cock was beautiful. seulgi's meat was the perfect size for seungwan to swallow down, average in length and on the bigger end in terms of girth. she wouldn't be able to take nor enjoy it down her throat if seulgi was any longer or thinner than she was.

"you wanna take these off?" seungwan finally spoke, tugging on seulgi's trousers. it didn't really matter all that much to seungwan if seulgi stayed clothed or not; she could make her cum by just massaging her crotch, after all.

one of seulgi's hands had come up to her pretty face, knuckles caught between teeth as she flushed red from seungwan's ministrations. "mhmn," she nodded, voice small and eyes closed.

that wasn't enough. seungwan stared at her for longer, patiently waiting, tracing circles against the thick fabric, knowing it tickled the older girl above.

"wan," seulgi whispered breathlessly, opening her eyes as her hands formed into fists out of frustration. cords of veins sprung forth as she did her best to hold herself back, at the sides of her rosy neck and on her delicate wrist.

but seungwan only clicked her tongue.

with a tiny sob, seulgi canted her hips once again and rolled them towards the younger girl. "yes, take them off, please," she gave in, sighing when seungwan did just that and pulled her clothes off.

the very act of it and just having seungwan's hands on her obviously aroused the older girl, with her previously mostly-flaccid cock stirring to a half-hard state.

to be honest, getting seulgi hard would have to be seungwan's second favourite part of their activities. there was something about watching her lover slowly get turned on by her touch alone and also have proof of it: a fully erect, aching cock that was swollen and standing upright between her girlfriend's legs.

seungwan blinked when she felt fingers play with her hair, twisting the blonde tips between fingers. as she gazed up to meet seulgi's stare, she almost expected more signs of impatience, but that wasn't something seulgi would do.

and sure enough, seulgi's stare was more dazed than expectant as seungwan looked at her. she always knew seungwan would treat her right, so she never had reason to rush.

still, seungwan couldn't help but be playful. "can't wait a bit?" she tucked a thumb beneath seulgi's member and gently flopped the length over until she had unrestricted access to the older girl's balls. "eager, aren't we."

before her girlfriend could respond, seungwan licked along the side of a tan, muscular thigh, slithering her tongue towards seulgi's crotch at an agonisingly slow pace. she nibbled and sucked on the skin until she left marks behind, purple and raw and everywhere.

though she was only inches away, she never once did anything that indicated she was going to swallow seulgi's dick down anytime soon, forgoing kissing her member and instead bruising the skin around it.

"hnnh, wan," seulgi moaned, voice breaking as she gyrated her hips towards seungwan's mouth. "please, please."

so well-mannered, her seulgi. seungwan couldn't possibly resist that sob, that cry for her. at least, not tonight. on any other occasion, seungwan would string her along until she was aching and sobbing for her, only to be denied that release multiple times.

tonight, however, seulgi deserved to cum. and seungwan deserved to have that seed swim down her throat.

"of course, seulgi-yah," she cooed, nosing the older girl's balls before fondling them with her tongue, licking around them, wetting them and causing saliva to drip down her chin.

it was a long period of messy and slippery slobbering, and seungwan loved it almost as much as she loved the sinful groans that the action yanked out of her lover. seulgi didn't have to worry, though. it was only going to get better from here.

delicately, she slurped one of the globes into her warm mouth and let her fingers crowd around the base of seulgi's throbbing cock.

seungwan couldn't help but moan at the taste and the melodic way seulgi was practically crying for more, throwing one leg over an armrest just to give seungwan more space to go deeper, to open wider, to maybe–

"oh! fffffuckkkk," the older girl groaned when seungwan took in both jewels and started stroking her hot dick. "wannie, wannie, oh my god," she whimpered, legs twitching as her hips bucked and rolled against the younger girl.

the blonde hummed in response, sending vibrations up into and igniting seulgi's core. seulgi's taste was indescribable–musky on her taste buds but delicious all the same.

she took her time in massaging the balls with her wet muscle, lolling it as she played with them, one out only to take the other deeper before doing the same to the opposite.

seulgi's hip jerks knocked into her in reaction, but seungwan didn't mind. in fact, she enjoyed it when seulgi would get a little too carried away and make that weak gasp of hurt if seungwan was nipping at her as she moved.

seungwan peeked up after a few minutes, observing the way seulgi's chest heaved from her heavy breathing while also being mindful of the way the brunette's shaft stood swollen and rigid in all its glory, right in her hand.

it was time. she gave one last lick to seulgi's sacs before pulling back and sending her lover a winning smile for making it this far without bursting.

"you did so well, seul," she purred, lips curling into a smirk at the goosebumps that burst along seulgi's skin, summoned by her voice. seungwan let her fingers explore seulgi's thighs then, letting go of the length that swayed back towards seulgi's stomach. "and you're so, so pretty."

seungwan didn't think it was possible, but it seemed that seulgi only blushed more, the tips of her ears turning pink. "thank you," she meekly replied.

the younger nudged seulgi's other leg up to rest on the seat, opening her completely and showing off everything she had to the blonde, dick and balls and hole and all.

it was true. seulgi was pretty all over, from her cock that was beautifully erect and dripping with precum, to her glistening globes that were wet and shiny from seungwan's spit, down to her adorably pink rosebud that twitched as soon as the blonde laid her eyes on it, almost as if shy. cute.

"i know you wanted me to blow you," seungwan mumbled, moving closer to seulgi's length though her gaze was still focused on the older girl's rim, pinching on air. "but your hole looks so lovely, seul."

seulgi widened her eyes before blushing and biting her lip. "i…" she started, looking indecisive and unsure.

"you must really want your dick sucked, then." seungwan grinned when seulgi let out a shaky giggle in response. "that's too bad," she slyly continued, voice getting huskier as a thought formed in her head. she could at least say hello to seulgi's precious rosebud. "maybe next time. for now, how about a kiss?"

"wa–ahnnniee," seulgi mewled, throwing her head back as the blonde leaned in and gave her puckered rim a kiss–and then some.

seungwan gave her hole several licks along its perimeter before dipping in the tight channel, groaning at the hug of her lover's muscles inside. fuck. her asshole was so warm and responsive, flexing as seungwan thoroughly explored its confines.

it was undeniable. seulgi tasted good everywhere.

the blonde couldn't help herself. sure, she teased seulgi by mentioning giving her bottom a kiss, but even she didn't expect herself to be eating her girlfriend's ass so enthusiastically, barely stopping to catch her breath.

she could feel the bubble of want in her body roll into a boil that was close to taking over her. each taste only made her hungrier for more. “ssso good, sseul,” seungwan groaned into her lover’s skin, the sound muffled by her proximity to one of seulgi’s most sensitive spots.

seulgi’s moans got cut off by her own squeak of pleasure, followed by a long, drawn-out, guttural groan as seungwan adjusted for a new angle, in order to bring her arms up to support the older girl’s legs.

the blonde placed her hands along seulgi’s purple-spotted thighs, waiting for the perfect time. the split-second that seulgi would let her guard down, too preoccupied by all the sensations she was experiencing.

now.

seungwan caressed a plum-coloured patch gently and lovingly, before licking up into seulgi the same moment she harshly pressed down onto the bruise.

“seungwan!” the older girl screamed, thrusting wildly at the sudden jolt of pain. “yes, yes,” she babbled, speech steadily growing delirious as it mixed with her moans. of course she liked it. and of course seungwan knew seulgi’s body better than even the older girl did. “more, please please–”

–ah.

seungwan jerked back the moment she felt the ghost of a touch on the back of her head. just as abruptly as she’d stopped, so did seulgi with a gasp. tsk.

none of that, now. only she could decide on the intensity and timing of everything, tonight and every night. seulgi had neither the privilege nor the right to demand anything from her; all that she was allowed to do was receive what she’d be given and be grateful for it.

and she couldn’t even manage the latter.

the sounds of the older girl’s pants were all that filled the room now as she tried to catch her breath. seungwan knew that she should wait for seulgi to pull herself together; there was no use speaking to her right now when she was still out of it.

it took a few minutes, but seungwan was patient, and seulgi was worth it.

“did i say you were allowed to touch me?”

seulgi avoided the blonde’s gaze as she shook her head, ashamed. “no. i’m sorry.”

“there’s no need to apologize, seul,” seungwan replied gently, caressing seulgi’s legs with the back of her hand. “besides, you already know what you should say, isn’t that right?”

the older girl’s voice was always so small when she was shy or embarrassed. “mhmn.”

“so say it. i gave you a compliment and said you taste good, after all.” seungwan closed her eyes and relished the feeling as seulgi spoke her favourite two words.

“thank you.”

such a good girl. “you’re welcome,” seungwan replied, smirking as seulgi let out a gasp the instant the blonde took hold of the older girl’s cock.

her member was swollen to its limit despite the few seconds of undisturbed rest she had, a testament to just how titillated seulgi was at that moment. seungwan traced the suggestions of veins wrapped around its slightly upturned length.

“you’re always welcome, baby.”

she made sure to stare right at seulgi as she took the shaft in her mouth, relaxing her jaw and swallowing the cock down her throat inch by steady inch. gradually. further. even further. there.

“haah,” seulgi whined, throwing her head back and cutting off their eye contact. “thank you,” she sobbed, lifting her hips off the couch and pummeling into the tight cavern seungwan provided. “thank you, ah, thank you, wannie, oh god, thank you, thank you so much,” seulgi babbled some more, louder this time as she continuously bucked her pelvis to no discernible rhythm; the only thing on her mind was her need to frantically chase after that orgasm.

any other person would probably hate getting face fucked so carelessly, but seungwan was different in that she loved this part of blowing her girlfriend.

she loved the way it seemed like seulgi’s entire body flushed red from the pleasure, the way her voice sounded raspy from her repetitive groans, the way her brows furrowed in that ridiculously attractive way that indicated how much she was enjoying this, and especially the way her hands clenched into fists against the armrests, forbidden from touching seungwan.

no, seulgi, the blonde thought as the high from having her airway blocked caused her to close her eyes in ecstasy. her hands were back to exploring the expanse of seulgi’s thighs. i should be the one thanking you.

after one last peek at her lover, seungwan pinched on the splash of violet that marked seulgi’s skin, knowing that this sensation would send seulgi barreling past her limit. and she was right.

“shit, wannie! hnngh, i–im gonna–”

if seungwan could groan around the dick in her throat without gagging, she would have done so; seulgi’s cock twitching in her mouth sent her to completely new heights.

she pressed harder on the bruise she caused herself and swallowed the load of seed seulgi offered to her as the older girl desperately whimpered above her, chanting the same thing seungwan was obsessively repeating in her own head:

thank you, thank you, thank you so much–i love you.

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a/n: it feels like i havent written an original in so long,,,, TT so here is one~ i just wanted that good ole cock worship for g!p seulgi~

#wenseul #gp!seulgi #i know i said id post it in a week #but instead u get it after 6 days #UwU

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When You’re Ready Ch. 18

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f! MC (Eleanor Bloom) x Ethan Ramsey.

Word Count: 7.4k (I’m making up for my almost three weeks of absence!)

Warnings: Angst, cussing and nudity. Rated T.

A/N: Please excuse me the fact that I’m mixing past and present tense in this chapter. I tried to write it all in past tense as usual, but it didn’t feel right aesthetically in some parts, so I just let it be XD

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Chapter 18: Into My Arms.

So keep your candles burning

And make her journey bright and pure

That she will keep returning

Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord

Bryce had never been a man of strong faiths, but he wasn't a cynical either.

He was just practical. He respected people who needed something to believe in, but preferred to put his beliefs in science because that's what was closer to infallibility compared to religion. After all, that's why he decided to become a surgeon, he believed in the power of medicine to heal people against all adversities.

However, he knew medicine wasn't enough. At least not when he's not the one holding the scalpel and giving everything he has to save a life, but holding the hand of the person he loves the most, and her life is hanging by a thread.

Doctors have medicine. They do everything they can with their knowledge and skills to save lives. But patients? All they have in the waiting is hope. And all they can do is pray.

After spending hours awake, not missing a single second of her breath, of her arterial pressure, of her oxygen levels, all the indicators that could assure him that she was alive, the passing of time inevitably starts kitting uncertainty upon him. Would it be enough? Will they do it on time? Will they do it at all? Because he knows the possibilities and limits of medicine. He knows that sometimes there won't be an answer, there won't be a cure, there won't be anything that could be done.

Sometimes, medicine is not enough and death is inevitable.

Bryce had never been a man of strong faiths, but he wasn't a cynical because maybe, just maybe, he was just waiting for the time he would need something to believe in. When his optimism and science combined wouldn't be enough. When the waiting would be so long, excruciating, and painful that he would need something to hold on to. A refuge.

Just like now.

Just like now when there's nothing left to do but pray.

To God, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Kāne.

"Please, please, let them find the antidote. Please, let them find it on time so Eleanor, Rafael, and Danny can survive. Please. Please."

There's no logic in asking the unseen something only medicine can give. But it doesn't hurt. It actually feels like a warm blanket that envelops in the middle of a tempest. At some point, it will soak with rain and it will no longer provide warmth, but it will do for a while. And that's all that he needs. Temporary comfort. Temporary faith to go through the night.

"Please protect her. Don't take her away. Don't take her away from me. Please. Please."

And then he begs like God is doing all this. As if they don't make the antidote, is because God moved his thread to not make it happen.

As if he needs to have someone to blame in case things go wrong.

Because blaming God is universal.

"They'll make it, they'll make it. They'll find the cure. She will live. They will live. Everything will be alright."

And then he just holds onto hope. He desperately forces himself to stay positive. To not think in a scenario where they don't make the antidote or where it's too late. And he tries to remain in that state, not daring to move his thoughts even a single inch, fearing that the slight movement could send him to the abyss. So he just locks himself in that state of mind. Hoping. Pleading.

Sunrise was dimly percolating through the blinds when a shriek startled him. Bryce turned his gaze, previously fixated in the monitor, and found Eleanor tossing on the bed, shuddering.

"Eleanor, what is it? I'm here, baby."—He asked, standing up from the chair and leaning over her, studying her reactions. Her breath was ragging and all of a sudden, she sat up, clutching her stomach desperately.

"It… Owww! It hurts so much…"

"What hurts?"

"My stomach and… my chest… My… My lungs and… heart…"

Her voice went mute and then hunched on the bed, her cries growing desperate.

"It's okay babe, take a deep breath."—He pated her on the back in a soothing way, hoping that the slow movement could ease her pain somehow.—"In half an hour someone from the team should come to administer the next dose of your treatment. How much it hurts? Do you think you can hold on?"

After a few moments, Eleanor nodded, thriving to breathe as deep and slowly as she could.

"Seven."

"Okay, you can do this, beautiful."

Bryce forced himself to take a deep breath too. Even if had passed several hours since Eleanor fell in that state, he could never get used to the idea of her suffering and not being able to do anything to stop her pain.

"Do you want some water?"

"Please."

Trying to ignore the lump in his throat, Bryce walked to the other side of the bed, poured a glass of water, and offered it to her, sitting behind her to give her support.

Eleanor received the glass and brought it to her mouth her hand quivering. Bryce hurried to place his own hand over hers to steady the glass and then watched her intently, waiting for her reaction.

A moment later, her eyes widened.

Fuck.

"What is it? It… it feels hot for you?"

She nodded, slowly and solemnly.

His whole body froze for a second.

"I'm doomed."

It was an affirmation, not even a complaint.

"Babe, you are not doomed. You're still standing, there's still time, and I'm sure the team will find the antidote soon."

"Stop this crap, Bryce. Let's be realistic here, it will be less painful for you in the … Owwww. Shit!"—Her face flinched and a hysteric sob escaped her mouth.—"Fuckkk, it hurts so much now…"

"How much?"

"A nine."

"I'll page Ramsey."

Bryce took Eleanor's pager and wrote frantically. He didn't know how he steadied his hands because his whole body was trembling, and his mind was feeling unbearably dizzy.

"COME NOW."

It had taken him just a few seconds paging Ethan, but when Bryce looked at Eleanor, her face was glistening with sweat and the only reason she was still staying upright on the bed, was because he was holding her from behind.

"I'm sorry Bryce… I'm… not strong enough."

"Baby don't say that. You're incredibly strong and brave."

Even through the latex, Bryce could feel how cold her body was, and when he placed a hand over her forehead, she felt even colder.

Desperate, he took her in his arms and placed her on his lap, cradling her protectively.

As she felt his warmth enveloping her, Eleanor curled up over him, grasping the fabric of his suit instinctively, and pressed her face to his chest.

He had never seen her this fragile and weak.

"I'm so tired…"

Her eyelids seemed heavy, making her incapable of keeping them open, but she was resisting, trying to see him through the window of his suit.

He looked into her chocolate eyes, tired and pleading, while he was tracing soothing circles on her temple.

"It will pass, babe, I promise. Ethan will put you to sleep, but please, please stay with me. Stay with me."

How much he wanted to place a kiss on her forehead and soothe her pain with his caresses, as so many times he had done before. When she was feeling sad, angry, frustrated, sick. He had always found a way to make her feel better.

But now…

The lump in his throat was so painful that he couldn't hold the tears anymore.

He felt so useless.

So hopeless.

He couldn't do anything right. He couldn't stop her pain, he couldn't find the antidote. And now he couldn't even hold his emotions and stay strong for her, while she was trying so hard to keep her eyes open and stay with him.

He was an utter fiasco.

And then… her body felt heavier in his arms and her grip on him loosed.

Bryce panicked.

"Babe?"—His voice was barely a whisper. He looked at the monitor, her vitals were dropping. —"Babe? Please…"

He didn't know if he was pleading to her or to the unknown.

"I'm… ssso…tired…"

His whole body relaxed when he heard her voice. She was still with him. She just couldn't with her body anymore.

He embraced her more tightly, pressing her head to his chest, and stroked her hair softly.

"Keep fighting, babe, I got you. You're doing great, gorgeous."

He didn't know how much time passed, but suddenly the sound of the decontamination tent door woke him up from his pleading state. When he looked up, Ethan was standing in the entry, frozen.

It was a shocking view, undoubtedly. Her body motionless in Bryce's arms, while he was fighting the sobs with pleading words.

"What happened?"

Baz asked, slipping behind Ethan, with an evident tremor in his voice.

Bryce cleared his throat and breathed deeply.

"She… Uh… experienced the hot-cold reversal a while ago and her pain has escalated. Started with a seven and now is a nine."

Only then Ethan could react, taking a step toward the bed, studying the bundle of bones curled up over Bryce's lap.

"Her vitals had dropped but are still better than Rafael's at the moment he fell into a coma."— June commented, inspecting the numbers in the monitor.—"Any other symptoms?"

"Cold sweat and loss of strength."

"Did she sleep?"

"Yes, about five hours. She woke up minutes before I paged."

June nodded, adding the new information to the chart.

"Eleanor, are you still with us?"—Baz asked, holding a needle with a crystalline liquid inside.

Eleanor hummed.

"Good. Excellent. I'm gonna administer a higher dose than last time, okay? This will put you to sleep and hopefully when you wake up the pain will have decreased."

Baz injected the dose into the IV. After a few minutes, when Bryce felt she had fallen into a deep slumber, he stood up and placed her on the bed, covering her with the duvet. Then, turned to Ethan, who was witnessing the whole process silently.

"Any progress with the antidote?"

"Yes. There's a chemical that we are synthesizing that seems to be our best option so far. We are expecting to have it ready in a couple of hours."

Bryce nodded, hope resurfacing again after such dark and tortuous hours.

After a few more exchanges, the Team left, leaving him alone again, praying with all his strength that the chemical is the answer.

Minutes feel like hours. And hours an eternity. His hand had gotten atrophied by holding hers, but letting her go isn't an option, scared that she might go if he leaves her even for a second.

He's drugged by fear.

"We did it!"

Bryce isn't sure if he's imagining it, if he's daydreaming about the moment when their friends and the team will find the cure, or if it's true. If it's really happening.

But when he sees Ethan entering the room again, his eyes glistening with pride and hope, smiling, he knows is not his imagination.

"We made an antidote."

It feels surreal. His whole body feels lighter and suddenly a burst of laughter attacked him.

Happiness, relief. Hope.

He knew there was a chance the antidote couldn't work. But he chose to believe it would.

And then he can't stop thinking about all the things they talked through the night. All their plans, all the places they would go, all the things they would do. All the things he would say to her, but he kept inside for fear.

All the love he had to give to her.

There was so much to explore and learn with her. Life was giving both of them a second chance. Not only to Eleanor but to him too.

And then all he can do is thank. Thank to whoever accompanied him through the night. To whoever held him and filled him with hope.

To whoever put a blanket over him, to keep him warm until he reached a shelter. A safe place.

Bryce was now full of hope and optimism. With the optimism he knows so well and that comes naturally to him. He's sure everything will be alright now.

And he thanks his friends and the doctors who helped. He knows words will never be enough to thank them for what they've done, but he decides to do it on the brink of his emotions, when they are more genuine, and retributions and gratefulness is all that people need after such a long night giving everything of themselves to find the antidote. To save the lives of their friends and colleagues.

The waiting in the next hours was nothing like the last one. They're full of hope.

Benjamin joined him in the room once he gave his parents the news. After a while he forced him, with the same persuasion and stubbornness that Eleanor would do, to take a break.

"Bryce, you should have some rest."

"I can't leave her side."

"I get it, I really do, but at least you should take some air, eat something, have a coffee. You haven't left the room in like ten hours. I'm sure you wanna be in your best conditions when Eleanor wakes up and not pass out of exhaustion after five minutes."

Bryce stared at Benjamin, the determination set in his eyes was the same he had found so many times in Eleanor's. Where would that come from? From their mother or their father? Hopefully, he was expecting to find it out that night.

An hour later, after catching up with his friends in the cafeteria and calling Keiki to give her the news, he returned to the room with renewed energy and a lot more confident than before.

It only takes him a minute to start talking with Benjamin as if they were old friends.

Hours flied by.

"Man, I'm not saying that Kobe doesn't have his merits, but let's be honest: without Michael Jordan, there is no Kobe."—Bryce stated, both sitting in chairs at the end of the bed.

"But we are not discussing who came first or their legacies, we are discussing objective facts. For example, Kobe beats Michael in career poin-"

"Shut up you two, we all know Lebron James is better than Michael and Kobe."

Bryce and Benjamin's eyes widened in shock and turned to the bed, where Eleanor was awake and smiling.

"Andrew! You're awake!"—Benjamin jumped up toward her side and hugged her affectionately. –"I'm so happy to see you okay, sis."

"And I'm glad to see you again, bebé."

Bryce sat on the other side of the bed and caressed her cheek.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey."—She smirked—"I should've asked you if you were team Kobe or team Jordan before agreeing to be your girlfriend but… I think it's too late to give you back now."

Bryce chuckled, giving Benjamin an amusing glance.

"I'm sure we'll be able to keep the debate on civil terms, right, Benji?

"Absolutely."

"How are you, beautiful?"

"I'm feeling… surprisingly good. Did they change the treatment?"

"No, must be the antidote that's working. And probably you're still high for the morphine."

"Did you say antidote?"

Eleanor was a mix of confusion and amazement.

"Yeah. The team created an antidote. They injected it like… about four hours ago."

"And why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because Baz put you to sleep, you don't remember?"

"No? What happened?"

Bryce looked at Benjamin who shook his head subtly.

"You were in deep pain, so Baz put a higher dose of morphine. It would have been like… humanly impossible to wake you up considering the dose."

Eleanor frowned.

"I don't remember any of it, honestly. How deep are we talking about?"

"You reached a nine, but the Team came quickly so you didn't suffer too much."

"A nine? Shit. That's pretty bad. Maybe that's why I don't remember a thing. "

"And you had a fever too."

She nodded.

"And how they did it? The antidote, I mean."

"In simple terms, they created a compound that binds to the maitotoxin and prevents it from attaching to the plasma membranes. So far has worked very well and your levels of the toxin had decreased significantly since the administration."

"And they beat the stupid Government. How embarrassing—She giggled., and how has worked with the boys?"

"They are still in a coma, but their levels had dropped too. Very slowly, though."

"I'm glad Danny is still with us. I really thought he would…"—Eleanor shook her head—"He's such a fighter."

"Yes. You all are, Elle."

"What about mom and dad, Benji? Have you spoken to them today?"

"Early in the morning, before they took their flight here. And luckily for them, they were at a stop in Lima when the news of the antidote came, so I texted them right away. They'll arrive at about 11 pm."

"Great. Great. Poor things, at least they are traveling knowing the worst has passed."—Benji nodded—"And you, kiddo, have had some rest?"

"Yeah, I could sleep a few hours during the night, but then I went to Lab to see how was the searching. It was really impressive watching all those brilliant minds working."

"Oh, yeah. I would've loved seeing Ethan working with Tobias. Those to hate each other, you know? I don't know how their egos fit the room."

Eleanor laughed, imagining the picture.

"And what about you, mister?"—He directed to Bryce—"I got the feeling you didn't sleep a wink last night."

"I didn't. I had to monitor you, but I went for a coffee and some food a few hours ago under the strict orders of my very good friend Benjamin."

"You're the best, Benji, thank you for taking care of him for me."— Eleanor squeezed his hand approvingly and blow him a kiss.—"Well then. Now that I'm feeling better, and under my strict orders, you're gonna go home, have some sleep, and spend a few hours with your sister, alright?"

"But babe... I ca-"

"Bryce Golden Lahela. I know you want to stay with me, and I swear if I were in your position I'd never want to leave your side, but please, pretty please, do this for me, okay? I bet you haven't seen Keiki since when…? the day before yesterday? Because I'm sure she was completely asleep when you left your apartment yesterday morning"

"Yeah, she was."—Bryce replied sheepishly.

Eleanor was still weak, and he could tell she was doing an incredible amount of effort to stay lucid and strong, but even like that, she had enough energy and strength to take care of him and Keiki. That selfless side of her would always marvel him.

"Please, I'd feel a lot better if you go to sleep and spend the afternoon with Keiki. But…"—She stared at him seriously and then her whole face transfigured in a wicked, almost psycho, smile—"If you don't do it, don't worry, honey, I won't be mad, but I'll kick you out of my room."

Benjamin giggled.

"Dude, do as she says. You know she means it literally, right? Because I'm already seeing her getting up from the bed and kicking your ass."

"Okay, okay, I'll go."—Bryce stood up from the bed, lifting his hands in surrender—"There's no need to use violence. Any special message for your beloved Keiki?"

"Yes, tell her I'm sorry I had to borrow his brother for too long and that I hope I can see her soon because I miss her."

"Yes ma'am."

When Bryce opened the door of his apartment, the smell of sauteed veggies gave him a warm welcome.

It'd always cheered him up having his sister receiving him when he got home, but today was different. Today he was grateful for having her after the living nightmare he had been into in the last 24 hours. Her sole presence was enough to soothe him.

"Bryce?"—Keiki poked her head out of the kitchen and then ran towards him.—"Ohmygod, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's okay, don't worry. Elle's awake and getting better. She's so well that…—He chuckled, collapsing on the couch.—" she made me come here to see you and have some sleep. She was worried you were too much time alone… And she's right, of course. I'm sorry Keiki, I know how abandoned you must have felt."

Keiki shook her head, sitting beside him.

"It's okay, Bryce. You needed to be with her, I totally get it. Not knowing what was happening was worse."

"I know."—He gave him a sad smile.

"Do you wanna have lunch? I have mashed potatoes pie in the oven. It should be ready in like twenty-five minutes."

"Ooh, are you serious? The one you cooked the other day? Because that was superb, Keiks"

"Yeah, the same. I actually was thinking about bringing you some to the hospital. I know you told me not to go, but…"—She gave him a sheepishly smile, shrugging, but before she could continue, Bryce hugged her, warm and tightly.—"Woah, woah, is just mashed potatoes and ground beef, no need to do such fuss."—She added instantly, patting him nervously in the back.

"Keiki, I was an ass with you for years, and now you're taking care of me like this? I don't deserve it."

"Nonsense. You know we are okay now, and you care a lot about me too, this is nothing."

Seeing Benjamin and Eleanor together had put a lot of things in perspective for him. How caring they were to each other had reminded him of his own relationship with Keiki before he moved to California. They were very close, so close, that he had no doubt that if he hadn't distanced himself the way he did, they wouldn't be much different from how Elle and Benji were.

Even if she was a six-year-old princess living in a fantasy world and he was a teenager soon-to-be a college student, they used to spend a lot of time together back in Maui. Entire days at the beach, swimming, playing hide and seek, playing tag, building sandcastles, doing races, finding forms in the clouds during the day, and looking at the stars at night.

He even learned about constellations just because she liked the stars.

But all that ended when he left and never came back.

He knew closeness and affection were still there, even if had passed ten years, even if she wasn't a kid anymore, but a teenager with a strong character that pretended to be too cool for affection. Because if it weren't like that, Keiki wouldn't have risked what she risked at coming to Boston. She wouldn't have forgiven him how she did weeks ago, and things wouldn't be as good as they were now.

After all those years, Bryce was still her refuge. The only person she could come to. And after all those years, Keiki still managed to bring out the best of him. She was making him thrive to become a better brother, a better man.

"What is it?"—She asked, as Bryce was staring at her tenderly.

"Nothing, I was just remembering those days at the beach. You were so little, and you're so grown up now… and you're even taking care of me when I should be the one taking care of you…"

She smiled sheepishly at him again.

"That's what siblings do."

"That's what I should've done in all these years and I didn't, and what I should be doing now…"

"Bryce, how many times I have to tell you…?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it again. But… the thing is..."

He breathed. It wasn't easy for him. In fact, he used to avoid at all costs this kind of conversation because there were still a lot of issues he had to resolve with himself, but he felt like he had to say it now, without thinking it too much.

"What?"

"Look… I know things cannot be like they were before, but… I want you to know that you're the most important person in the world to me, Keiki, even if it seemed otherwise for ten years. Nothing has changed between you and me, okay?"

He didn't know how else to say it but in the way he was feeling it.

And for the first time in weeks, Bryce saw Keiki let her guard down. Her eyes swelled with tears at the mention of those memories at the beach, but after hearing his last words, her lips quivered.

"Okay,"—She said, wiping a tear from her eye—"But, gosh, what's gotten into you?"

What had gotten into him was that almost losing Eleanor also put a lot in perspective regarding how much he kept to himself. And he couldn't let that happen, let alone with Keiki. She deserved better. She deserved so much more than what their parents (poorly) had given to them, emotionally and affectively. He had to make things right, starting now.

"I love you, Keiki."—Before a sob could escape from her mouth, Bryce hugged her again, this time more tightly. –"Don't you ever doubt about it, okay? And please remember that, at heart, we are the same Bryce and Keiki playing on the beach. No matter the years."

He felt her fighting the sobs, but then she just let it flow.

"I love you too, Bryce."

Bryce breathed contently at hearing those words. That's all that he needed to hear.

After several seconds, Keiki parted from him, wiping the trace of tears off her face.

"This is a one-time bonding moment, right? Because if you're going to be this cheesy and make me cry everyday…"

Bryce chuckled.

"No, no. I know this is not your thing. This is just for today, a cathartic moment after what happened with Elle. But now we return to our regular sibling's relationship, where I'm obviously the cool one."

"HA! Dream on, Bryce. Let me inform you that today I award you with the title of the weirdest and most sentimental brother of the year."

He smiled fondly.

"I guess that makes me even cooler. I'm a total winner. Thank you, sis."

"No! You're the… You know what? Nevermind. After what you did yesterday with Kyra, and considering you're a very caring boyfriend with Ella, yeah, I'll let you be the cooler sibling, but only for this week."

"Oh, thank you for your generosity, loser."

Keiki rolled her eyes, and before sauntering to the kitchen, she ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Take a shower, weirdo. By the time you finish with all your beauty care routines, lunch will be ready."

He wasn't sure how many times he'd pleaded for that moment, how many times he'd imagined it on his mind, but it was finally happening. And it felt a thousand times better.

Bryce opened the door of Eleanor's room just as he had arrived at Edenbrook. With a navy-blue hoodie, light-blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. No hazmat suit, no gloves, nothing.

She was asleep. Her chest was moving harmoniously under the sheets, and the vitals on the monitor were almost on normal levels.

She was alright.

He walked to the other side of the bed and carefully laid behind her, placing an arm around her waist. She wasn't as cold as in the morning but still wasn't at her usual warmth. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, smelling the natural scent of her body mixed with some very faintly remnants of her shampoo. The sweetness of the pomegranate added even more joy to the fact she was safe.

His hot breath must have woken her up because, after a few seconds lost in her scent, she started stirring on the bed until she finally turned around and faced him.

"I'm dreaming? Why you're not using the hazmat suit?"—She muttered in a slurry voice, looking equally surprised and confused.

He smiled, sliding his index over her cheek softly.

"No, you're very much awake. And safe. Toxin-free safe."

"Toxin-free? Are you for real?"

"Absolutely, the last two blood tests have shown you have no traces of the toxin in your bloodstream."

"Oh my god, I can't believe it… I thought I would die here…"

"And I told you you would live."

"Yeah, and I've never been happier to be wrong."

They both chuckled

"And I've never been happier to be right."

After a moment, Eleanor started caressing his just shaved and very smooth cheek, but suddenly, she stopped, staring at him expectantly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

"I was just letting you contemplate me, I'm sure you missed touching this flawless skin."

She snorted.

"I know last night I said I don't find you cocky anymore, but I can change my mind any minute, you know?"

"But you won't."

Bryce parted from her slightly and took his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He scrolled a few seconds and then a piano melody started playing.

"Is that…?"

When I fall in love it will be forever

Or I'll never fall in love

"You said you wanted a kiss just like Isabella's…"

"Oh my god, I should've known you'd do this."

She placed her hands around his neck.

"The problem is… If I remember this right… you were the one who kissed me that night…"

"Yes, now you will. Period. You're talking too much."

"Now you realize I talk too much?!"

"Bryceeeeeee"

He laughed heartly.

"Okay, okay, miss impatience..."

Bryce tightened the grip around her waist and placed a hand over her cheek. After a few seconds of looking deeply into her amber eyes, he brushed his lips over hers. It was sweet and slow at first, but then he deepened the kiss, capturing her lips in his teeth and playing with her tongue just as she liked it.

Eleanor wanted a kiss like the one at Isabella's, but so much had changed since then, so much he had learned since then.

He knew the way she liked his kisses, how much pressure to use or how deep his tongue could go, so he was going to give her exactly that, a dreamy kiss, because honestly, he didn't know any other way.

After several seconds, he parted from her.

"Happy now?"

"Mmm… I'm not sure… Maybe you can give me another taste?"

He shook his head and kissed her again, harder. And this time he left her breathless, and giggling, and with the goofiest smile he had ever seen in her.

"Wow. 100/10."

"I'm amazing, I know."

And then, she couldn't help but look at him adoringly. Because yes, yes, he was indeed amazing. And she was completely in love with that amazing man.

"Te amo."—She said with warm candor, and then kissed him enthusiastically and incessantly for several seconds. –"I love you... god, I love you so much… Telling I was in love with you… without being able to kiss you… was a nightmare! But now I can... Finally…Kiss you…As much… as I want…"

Once she stopped, Bryce looked at her, marveled.

"What? Too much?"

He shook his head, biting his lower lip.

"No, it's perfect. Feel free to act like that whenever you want."—He kissed her forehead—"I love you, beautiful."

After receiving the official information from Ethan, June, and Baz, and being filled with kisses and hugs from Benjamin, Bryce wheeled her to her new room so she could take a shower. She didn't want to spend another second in that damned room.

"This is mine?"—Eleanor asked, inspecting the light blue bag over the bed.

"Yeah, I swung by your apartment before coming here, I thought you would need some fresh clothes."

Eleanor stood up with difficulty and wrapped him in her arms lovingly.

"Thank you, my love."

He smiled, melting by the words, but before he could say anything, she clung to him clumsily. Her legs failed her.

"Mmm, I think someone's going to need some help in the shower."

"Ooops, too bad that someone has a boyfriend with magic hands to help her."—She replied teasingly.

"C'mon, princess."—He whispered, picking her up in his arms and taking her to the bathroom.

Once he collected her shampoo and conditioner from the bag, he returned to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

When Eleanor looked up at him, he felt the air changed instantly.

It's the intimacy.

The formula is simple. It has always been simple between them. It's just the two of them present at the moment. Whether they're alone or in a group, it doesn't matter. It can happen anywhere. It could be just an intense look; a simple touch; even a hug without saying a word. They only need to be focused on each other.

Bryce took a few steps until his lips were inches apart from hers. His hand took with precision the hook of her gown, and after untangling it, he threw it to the floor.

When his hands touched her waist, her whole body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her mouth, but soon she shut herself up by kissing Bryce delicately, sinking a hand under his shirt, craving for his skin. He conceded to her desires instantly, of course. After tugging his hoodie and shirt out, Eleanor roamed her hands roam over his bare chest, and leaving a trail of kisses up his chest, until she reached his jaw.

The heat radiating from his body had always soothed her. Even before realizing she was in love with him, being in his arms was her favorite place in the world. But when Bryce pulled her closer, enveloping her arms around the small of her back, and pressed her body flush to his, this time, Eleanor felt like she was coming home.

He wasn't her favorite spot anymore.

He was her home.

The supreme feeling of comfort and tranquility. A safe haven where she could be herself and where she's the happiest.

And where she can be at her lowest too. So she let it all go.

She let go of all her fears, all the what-ifs that had been torturing her mind; all those questions wondering how much she would've missed…

Millions of kisses and hugs; thousands of showers together; thousands of hours of amazing sex; thousands of nights talking, drinking, dancing. Adventures. Movies, movies interrupted by his unstoppable talking, by his kisses, by his innuendos. Sleepovers on the couch with Keiki. Countless moments just staring at each other without saying a word, because sometimes even for Bryce words wouldn't be necessary.

She wouldn't have lived the life she wanted to have with him. The future she wanted with him. She couldn't have known him as she always wanted, with all his wonders and terrors.

A sob echoed in the immaculate bathroom. Bryce gripped her more firmly to calm her shaky body.

The idea of dying with so much left to give was devastating.

Because she was so full of love. The moment she realized she was in love with Bryce she felt like she was going to burst. When she told him she was in love, she was choking with words because her heart inside was bursting with her purest feelings and sensations. And thinking that she could've died without giving him everything she wanted to give him, without giving him everything he deserved, was maddening.

Even if it was in the past, the fear was still too vivid.

"Let it go, love, I got you"—He whispered, his hands always drawing soft patterns on her head and back.

Love.

She could've missed that too. Bryce calling her love. Bryce calling her in so many ways.

She had always wished for a beautiful love, just like their parents had, but for some reason, it was always out of her reach despite her best efforts. And she could've died without experience it to the fullest with him. With the most wonderful person in the world.

Eleanor wrapped him more tightly, as if she's scared that he could go any minute now.

"I'm here for you and I'll always be, babe. We have now a whole life ahead of us to do everything we dreamed last night, that and much more."

How? How could he know what she was thinking? How he could know her so well?

"But… we need to start somewhere, right?-- —He whispered, pulling her gently from him.—"We need to start with something small."

He looked into her puffy and reddened face and wiped the tears off her face.

"We'll start with a shower. You need to get rid of all the traces of that fucking toxin. You'll let me take care of you, and then, if you want, we can make a visit to see Kyra and the rest of our friends, who must be waiting for you expectantly to fill you with hugs and tons of love."

"I'd like that."—She replied softly.

"Perfect."—He said before leaning in the shower to turn the faucet on.

After a few seconds, Bryce led her to the shower, and both hummed at the feeling of the hot water running through their bodies. Then he turned and looked at her, deeply.

"Are you feeling better, gorgeous?"—He asked softly and sweetly

"Yeah, so much better. Thank you, my love."

He chuckled and then bit his lower lip.

"God, I love it when you call me like that"

"My love? Well, you are my love."

"Yeah, I guess it's just that… now I understand why you were so reluctant to all this pet name situation."

"Yup, I wanted to say it just when I was 100% sure I was in love with you."

"Makes sense. Now I feel guilty for being too annoying with it."

"You're a Goldie, being annoying is part of your DNA."

He raised an eyebrow, seriously.

"But don't worry, my love is my main pet name for you now. And mi amor. Or maybe you prefer that in the first place?"

Bryce narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully.

"Tough question. I like that too, Spanish sounds so sexy in your mouth."

She smiled mischievously and then planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Te amo, mi amor"

"Feel free to call me however you want, but I'm warning you, I feel things when you speak to me in Spanish."

"What kind of things, mi amor?"

Bryce roamed his hands over her back until he reached her tights. Then, he lifted her effortlessly in his arms and pushed her against the wall.

"Things that… "—He kissed her hard.—"even if it's tempting to do here, I'll save it for another time. I'll create a whole kink of you speaking in Spanish in the meantime"

"Mmm, a new kink. My, oh my. I'll exercise my pronunciation, then, because it has gotten a little rusty over the years."

She kissed him hard this time, pressing her legs and heels against his back.

"Okay, as much as I want to keep going, let's slow it down, babe. We should be doing some cleaning, you know? Or you'll stay as a koala indefinitely?"

She giggled.

"Yes, I'm a koala now."

"Oh, well, then thank you for simplifying me the choice. I was always divided between calling you a sloth or a koala, but koala is perfect. It wouldn't be too romantic of me calling you a sloth."

Both cackled.

"Only in the bed."

"Specify that? In bed like sleeping or like…—He raised his brows suggestively.

"I'm multifaceted, I can be both."

Bryce chuckled.

"Of course you can, babe."

Eventually, Eleanor gave up her dream of remaining as a koala forever and returned to her feet.

Bryce took the shampoo and massaged her scalp softly and dedicatedly, relaxing her. His hands were magical in so many ways.

Then he helped her clean some parts of her body she couldn't reach, teasing her once in a while, until she was all cleaned.

Once he dried himself up and put his clothes on, he helped Eleanor getting out of the shower and took her back to the room.

He dried her skin delicately. At first, she tried to dress up by herself, but the shower had relaxed her so much, that Eleanor finally gave up, letting Bryce taking care of her as he wanted.

Even if she was feeling a little sleepy, that didn't stop her from feeling amazed with his dedication and the tenderness with whom he was pampering her.

His soft hands spread ever so softly the cream over her arms and legs, and the massaged her so exquisite on her back, that after a while she wondered if she was actually dead and that was heaven.

Once she was all moisturized and dressed in a mint green pajama, he took the towel wrapped around her head and began combing her hair softly and delicately. At some point, she felt like she was six again, when her mum would bathe her and then comb her long wavy hair patiently until she was free of knots.

"Gosh, you could be a stylist or a massagist, and you'd do it wonderfully."—Eleanor moaned, feeling his fingers combing her hair as Bryce was directing the hairdryer to the nape of her head.

"Of course, I'd be wonderful in anything I pursue, especially with these magic hands."

After five minutes, her hair was completely dry.

"Ponytail or braid?"

"Braid."

She was about to lift her hands to make herself a braid when Bryce asked.

"French or normal?"

She turned around with her mouth agape.

"Wait, besides all your many talents, you also know how to braid?"

"Yeah, you didn't know?"—He chuckled

"No! When did you learn?"

"When Keiki was like… four?—Bryce replied as he was dividing her hair into three sections.—"She's always been bossy, you know? And one day after a day at the beach her braid was a mess, so she said: Bryze, fixit! You're a grown-up, you shud know how to braid hair... And of course, she was right! How incompetent of me not knowing how to braid hair, right? Especially since I had a little sister with very long hair."

"Awww, love, this is so cute! Little Keiki asking for a braid. I'm melting."

A couple of minutes later, Bryce took the hair bun from his wrist and use it to secure the end of the braid.

"There, my princess. All done."—He announced, kissing her crown.

Eleanor brought a hand to her hair and felt the patterns with her fingers.

"This is perfect."

"Why the tone of surprise? Of course it's perfect! I don't do anything that's below perfection."

"I know, I'm just admiring your beautiful work, love."

Bryce gathered all her things and placed them in the closet.

"Ready to see our friends?"

"Honestly? Not yet.

"Hey, you don't have to go if you don't want to. Do you want me to call the guys?"

"No, no… besides I have to go to see Kyra."

"But you don't have to if you don't feel in the mood for that."

"I know, I just want to lay down a bit with you."

"Of course, babe"—He replied, laying beside her.

Eleanor turned to his side.

"I'm completely melted inside, you know?"

"Why?"

"For the way you've taken care of me, how you pampered me… you even braided my hair…"

"It's the less I can do for you, babe. This is nothing, actually."

She kissed him on the lips and then rubbed the tip of her nose on his.

"You know, if boyfriend lottery exists, I'm sure you're the biggest prize in history, and I'm the lucky winner."

Because she could win the biggest money prize in history, but not even that could compare to the feeling of having Bryce loving her.

Nothing compares to it.

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A/N2: Make Bryce even more perfect than he already is? Achievement unlocked. Like I love to hurt him (I love angst, actually) but I also love to make him more perfect and more god-tier than he already is. Pure self-indulgence here.

A/N3: As you can see, I'm cheesy/corny not only in romantic relationships but in fraternal relationships too. I have a good relationship with my brother, in fact, we have the same age difference Keiki and Bryce have, so I know firsthand the kind of relationship they could have. And I want to give them that, despite their personalities and the fact that maybe Americans, in general, are not as caring as we the Latinos but… being this caring is something you can learn, you know? So Bryce is learning that from Eleanor. Anyway, it won't be easy, Keiki and Bryce have a lot of issues to explore yet, but Bryce had to take the first step.

Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate each and every one of you for supporting my story ❤❤❤

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #bryce x casey #open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction #choices #choices stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry

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epochofbelief · 3 years

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Breath Control Chapter One

soooo tumblr for some reason deleted the masterlist and first three chapters of this fanfic... so I’m awkwardly reposting them. lol. sorry about this.

but please feel free to read this:)

i barely even remember what this is about... but i think it’s sort of a modern retelling of ACOMAF... Feyre and Rhysand are competitive swimmers in college. enjoy.

ONE

The music sounded like it had been blaring for hours by the time Tamlin and I walked into the ramshackle college-student house. Hosted by Helion, this Halloween party was sure to be over the top. Possibly dangerous. Definitely fun.

I adjusted my sheet. I knew Tamlin would have preferred me to wear something a little sexier to the swim team Halloween party, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do it. I didn’t feel like having eyes on me. I wanted to drink, get drunk, and go home with Tamlin. Limited social interaction. The ghost costume--a simple sheet with eye holes very poorly cut into it--was the perfect way to blend in.

I also had lingerie on underneath the leggings and loose t-shirt I was wearing beneath the sheet. The incentive I had used to convince Tamlin to stop teasing me about wearing a slutty nurse outfit instead of the enormous sheet.

Hopefully he would be too drunk later tonight for me to need to show the lingerie to him. I wasn’t in the mood. Hadn’t been for a while.

He held the door open for me, pushing me by my ass through the doorway and into swim team chaos.

Music blaring, very drunk swimmers everywhere, I was instantly grateful for my sheet. People were all over each other already--swimcest, we called it. That was what you partook in when you kissed/made out with/slept with one of your team members. A favorite pastime of most swim teams across the country, and one I apparently had no qualms about engaging in--with Tamlin.

I made a beeline for the kitchen, not checking to make sure Tamlin followed. He would probably get handed a beer somewhere along the way and wouldn’t come to find me until he was drunk enough to want to make out. Yay.

I grabbed the nearest alcoholic beverage I could find--a handle of vodka--and pulled a sprite out of the fridge. I dumped the two together into a very large cup, slipped it under my sheet, and slipped back through the crowd into the living room to keep an eye on Tamlin. Taking up a spot on the couch, I started sucking down my drink and praying that nobody would want to socialize with me. I didn’t think I had the energy or enthusiasm to carry on a conversation right now. Or ever.

One hour and several drinks later, I ran out of the vodka-orange juice I had been switched to drinking. I was growing tired of watching Tamlin play beer pong and grow steadily drunker in the center of the living room, and so far I’d been fine curled up on the couch, drinking and staring at my phone. I was about to venture back through the crowd to find more alcohol when a guy and a girl from the middle distance group collapsed onto the couch, nearly falling directly on top of me. I lunged to the side, now pressed up into the arm of the couch. I identified the two (extremely drunk) swimmers as Amren and Cassian--and they were definitely making out. Like, intensely.

I knew those two were pretty close, part of a clique on the team that I was not a member of nor had any interest in joining. Them making out probably didn’t mean anything. Honestly, nothing that happens between swimmers at a party means anything. I did wish they didn’t have to do it so uncomfortably close to me. I squeezed past them and headed back toward the kitchen, definitely feeling way past tipsy now. I didn’t want to think about all the vodka I had had in the past hour.

A shock of cold air. Someone had torn my sheet off and I felt suddenly exposed to the whole room in my t-shirt and leggings. “Tamlin! What the hell?”

“Hey Feyre.” He was slurring. Very drunk already. Great. “Why’d you wear a sheet? You look so pretty underneath it.”

I knew I was blushing, and I knew everyone within five feet of us could hear everything that was going on. I clenched my jaw at the feeling of their eyes on my back. “Tamlin, can I have my sheet back? Please.” I gritted out.

“I like you better like this,” he said, and pulling me close by my hips, he pressed his lips to mine in what was not the best kiss I’d ever experienced, to say the least. He was sweaty, and his breath smelled like beer, and this was a very public kiss. I was certain everyone was watching.

As a swimmer, I was pretty strong. But Tamlin was also a swimmer, and trying to pull free of him was no small feat. And by now I realized that I was not only tipsy, but extremely drunk. I twisted around, his grip on my hips starting to hurt before he let go of me, too drunk to really pursue anything right now. Thank God. I could feel the entire room’s eyes on us. I gave up the sheet as a lost cause and fled as fast as I could, snatching a beer from the fridge and tripping over my own feet as I blundered out the back door of the house. It was kind of chilly out, so the backyard was empty as I laid eyes on a folding table around the corner. College guys. Their furniture choices made no sense--they had a table and no chairs.

Stumbling a little, I took a seat on the edge of the table and pulled my feet up. I cracked open the beer. I was not going to cry. Nothing had really happened. Except for my boyfriend stealing my costume, announcing to the party that I looked better exposed, and forcing himself on me while I struggled and no one did anything to help. Tamlin was the king of the swim team-- a captain, the cool guy, and extremely fast. He may not be the fastest, but he was definitely the most popular. Crossing him meant an intense bout of hazing or a team-wide shun.

I jumped, beer sloshing onto my lap a little. The screen door banged open and then shut around the corner.

“Feyre?” A vaguely familiar voice issued into the night. I tried to stay very quiet in the hopes that the person would leave me alone, but then he appeared.

Rhysand Night. A junior. Smart, tall, and incredibly ripped. Fast in the water. A mystery to most of us on the team. Clad in all black, I wasn’t really sure if he was in any sort of costume. His black hair fell haphazardly across his gorgeous face--I chided myself for noticing his beauty while I was with Tamlin. But it was true. He was beautiful. And in his hand. . .

My sheet.

“I’m really sorry to bother you. . . I’m sure you want to be alone. But I found this in the living room and I thought I would return it.” He took a few steps closer and I had to blink a couple times to keep the world steady. I really was quite drunk.

“Thanks,” I managed, and took it, trying to pull it over my legs but fumbling it and my beer. My feet got caught in the sheet as I drew it up and then I was falling off the table.

I dropped the beer and blindly stretched out my arms as I slid forward off the edge. I barely had time to worry about landing face first in the mud—

Warm hands grasped my shoulders and settled me on my feet. Reflexively, I grabbed his elbows and steadied myself.

Quite drunk, indeed.

“Uh. . . Are you okay?” I dragged my gaze upward. Swallowed.

Tears filled my eyes. Shit. I was never getting this drunk again. Ever.

“Fine, ssso fine,” I slurred, then realized I was still grasping his elbows. I recoiled as though he was suddenly hot to the touch. “Thanks for the sheet.” And then I raced back inside.

Only to be greeted by the sight of Tamlin, beer in one hand--and Ianthe in the other.

They sat on the couch directly across from the back door. Or rather, he sat on the couch, and she sat squarely on his lap. They were making out so intensely that it was hard to tell whose hands and face were whose.

I blinked a couple times, making sure this wasn’t some kind of drunk hallucination.

It wasn’t.

I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do or where to go. My phone was with Tamlin’s stuff, and I couldn’t very well drive myself. All I knew was that I had to get out of there--immediately.

Then Tamlin opened his eyes and saw me. Standing there. Watching them. I couldn’t tell if the world was spinning because of how high my blood alcohol content was or because the love of my life was making out with someone who was supposed to be my friend. In front of everyone.

“Feyre--” He made to stand, Ianthe falling off his lap to the side and glaring at me. Ianthe, my training partner, my roommate--glaring at me.

“No,” I said, much too loudly from the looks of all the swimmers surrounding us. And it felt like I was ripping my heart out as I forced the words out. “It’s over, Tamlin. So over. Go back to--whatever it is you’re doing.”

And I fled back the way I had come, out the door and directly into the extremely muscular body of Rhys. I prayed that Tamlin didn’t try to follow me.

Rhys’s hands gripped my shoulders again and this time I couldn’t hold my tears back. I exploded into very loud, very drunken sobs as he guided me back to the table I had just fallen off. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew all this was terribly wrong. Tamlin and Rhys had some sort of history that I had never been able to figure out. Tamlin hated him. My boyfriend--ex-boyfriend, now, I thought with no small amount of sadness--was ten feet away, in the arms of my closest friend on the team. And I was outside, crying in front of a teammate I barely knew. A teammate barely anyone on the team knew.

Ah, the boundaries that can be crossed while intoxicated.

Rhys’s smooth voice broke into my thoughts and I wondered how long I’d been sitting there crying while he sat next to me, a respectable distance away. Probably too long. But he was still there. “Can I get you anything? Water, maybe?”

I shook my head. “No, no. I think I’m just going to walk back to my neighborhood.” I jumped to my feet, then swayed.

Rhys grabbed my elbow, gently, though. “I am not letting you walk home. Are any of your friends designated drivers tonight? Do they have an Uber account?”

The only two friends I had really made on the team--Tamlin and Ianthe--were definitely out of the question. “No. And my phone is in there. . . and I have no way to get home.” Shit.

Rhys guided me back onto the table. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

After a few minutes of his absence, I remembered what had just happened and my tears reemerged in full force. And then after another few minutes, they intensified as I became certain that Rhys was not coming back. I’d have to get home, inebriated beyond belief, by myself. I edged off the table and had gone all of two steps before the screen door banged open again. “Did you think I was just going to abandon you out here?”

“Uh. . .”

He raised his brows, and I noticed how incredibly sad his eyes looked. He blinked and it was gone. I shook my head--my drunk ass was making shit up. “Can I drive you home? I promise I’m sober. I’m DD for my friends tonight. They aren’t planning on leaving for another hour, so I can drop you off somewhere safe before then.”

I’d already weighed the options in the time he’d been gone. My only option was accepting his offer. Unless I wanted to venture back inside and destroy the scrap of dignity I had left by asking Tamlin where my phone was or begging Ianthe to get me an Uber home. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He nodded. “I found your phone.” He handed it to me, then told me to follow him around the house before I could ask how he had gotten it. I made it all of five steps before I tripped over a huge crack in the sidewalk. Rhys was there instantly, his arm sliding around my waist. I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes directly ahead. “Not much farther,” he said quietly as he led me down the sidewalk and out to the street. He ushered me into the passenger side of a black SUV, his arm retracting from around my waist as though I was now the one who was hot to the touch.

I slumped in the seat. My tears had dried. I was transitioning into a state of shock and trying to sober up as quickly as possible. I didn’t think Rhys would try anything… But my faith in males right now had dropped considerably lower tonight. Rhys jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car. “You live in Astrid Oaks, right? The townhouses near downtown?” I nodded, my eyes closed and my head leaned against the headrest.

After a few minutes of silence, Rhys blew out a long breath. “Do you. . . want to talk about it?”

I was sobering up a little bit by now. “No. Yes. Um…”

“It’s okay. I was just asking.”

“It’s just that. . .”

And then it all spilled out, along with fresh tears. “He told me he loved me. Every day for the past year. I have changed my life for him. Put up with his endless partying, his flirting, him being entitled to everything and everyone on the swim team. His big head. Him treating his best friend like shit.” Some of the things flying out of my mouth were annoyances I had never allowed myself to acknowledge concerning my relationship with Tamlin. “And I’ve barely made any friends on this team because I’ve been so wrapped up by him since my freshman year, and he just cheated on me with Ianthe, who of course is perfect, in front of half the team. And I live with her. Fuck.” I had been blind. So blind.

I slumped back into my seat. Then I realized what I had just said--to the one guy Tamlin hated the most on the team.

“Sorry. . . Can you forget I just said all that?”

Rhys nodded, his eyes fixed firmly on the road in front of him. After a while, though, he said, “Don’t freak out because I have totally already forgotten everything you said to me. But for what it’s worth. . . Everything you said to me. . . You deserve better.”

And that was that.

Rhys walked me to my door, finding the spare key hidden under the mat and letting me into my own house. I turned to thank him and then gagged. I was going to puke. I spun on my feet and rushed for the half bathroom down the hall. I barely made it to the bathroom before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Again. And again. And again.

Warm hands pulled my hair away from my face as I leaned over the toilet. Upon reevaluation, it looked like that last scrap of dignity was long gone by now. Lucky me.

When I finally felt stable enough to sit up straight, his hands removed themselves from my hair. I couldn’t face him. Who was this guy? I’d only ever heard the worst things from Tamlin about him. . . But I barely knew Rhys, and now he was retrieving my phone from the beyond, driving me home, and holding my hair back while I threw up. Listening to me rant uncontrollably about all my problems. He probably had some sort of agenda that I wasn’t picking up on. He didn’t seem to be trying to take advantage of me though.

Using the toilet seat to stand, I flushed the toilet and turned to find the bathroom empty. I padded into the kitchen. I found Rhys halfway across the floor, a cup of water in hand. “Here. I’ve been there too. Too many times. Sip some of this.”

This wasn’t the first time I’d drunk myself into oblivion and sickness, but I thanked him and sipped the water as we stood there in the dark kitchen, neither of us saying a thing. He was probably just staying there to make sure I didn’t pass out or something.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked. “Seriously. There’s no one I can call for you?”

I placed my cup in the sink, my back to him. I was sober enough by now to realize that Rhys had done enough for me tonight. For forever. He had already made a lot of sacrifices--for reasons unbeknownst to me--tonight. All for me. It was time for him to leave. “Rhys. I’ll be fine. I think I’m done puking. I’ve embarrassed myself enough for tonight and don’t think I can stand another minute of it. I promise. I’m going straight to bed after this.”

I turned and found him already on the other side of the kitchen, hands in his pockets, his beautiful face half in shadow. “Okay. I put my number in your phone, so if you think you’re going to suddenly die of alcohol poisoning or something, call me. It won’t be a bother.”

I nodded, somehow even more shocked at his kindness. He turned to go, and I said, so quietly that I wasn’t sure he’d hear, “I can’t thank you enough for. . . everything.”

He smiled. “It was no trouble at all. What are teammates for?”

I stared at him as he left the kitchen. Heard the front door open and close.

Teammates, indeed. It seemed as though I knew a lot less about some of my teammates than I thought I did.

#breathcontrol ar ff #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #night court #rhysand x feyre #feyre x rhysand

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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#7, #8, #64 with Bucky x girlfriend!reader where she's suicidal or had an attempt and Bucky found out on his own or frm someone else. Happy ending where he tries to help her pls! I completely understand if tht isn't a topic you're comfortable with but do let me knw and tsym in advance! :)

7-“You did what?!”

8-“Were you ever going to tell me?”

64-“Talk to me.”

Warning on this one guys!

If you are uncomfortable with reading about suicidal thoughts, then please don't read. And I also urge you to seek professional help, if you ever feel that way, and my messages are always open to anyone, who’s feeling down, or just needs a little chat, I’m happy to lend a shoulder. 🖤🖤

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You were spending the day, how you loved to best, curled up on your boyfriend’s chest listening to his steady heartbeat, as you watched a movie. Days like this were your favourite, they reminded you of what you would have missed.

You enjoyed hearing Bucky’s gentle breaths, as he stroked up and down your back, he could have lulled you to sleep, if it wasn't for the fact, that you were fighting your heavy eyelids.

“Don’t fight it, baby.” you heard Bucky’s chest rumble, and you rested your chin on his chest, as you glanced up.

“Fight what?” you asked, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

“Sleep. You’re clearly tired, it’s okay for you to fall asleep. I’ve got you.” your heart flickered at his words, they bounced around your head. You knew you were safe in Bucky’s arms, you knew nothing could hurt you, even if your biggest demon, was yourself. In his arms you were protected.

You didn't realise it, but your eyes had began to glaze over, you only noticed when Bucky’s face became slightly blurry, you dropped your head, to Bucky’s chest, obscuring your face from him.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Both of Bucky’s hands are running up and down your back, soothing you with their touch.

“Nothing.” you sniffed, rubbing at your nose, and your face, as you sat up, pulling away from Bucky’s arms, but Bucky doesn't leave you, and follows you into your sitting position.

“Baby, talk to me.” Bucky grasps hold of one of your hands, pulling it into his lap. He rubs along the top of your forearm, as he tries to coax an answer from you.

“It’s nothing, babe. I’m just being silly.” you try to pull your arm free, but Bucky just holds it tighter, and you wince a little at his hold. You see the look of guilt in his eyes, and he relaxes his steel grasp. Your arm runs along his palms, as you retracted it, and he suddenly notices the small ridges on the underside, as they brushed over his fingertips.

Once again he captures your hand, you don't know what he’s doing until, your heart starts pounding, as he rotates your arm, so that the underside of your forearm is visible.

“What are these?” Bucky runs his fingers along the long, yet faint lines that are scattered along your skin.

Your breathing gets faster, and the glassiness of your eyes returns, as you desperately try to pull free.

“It doesn't matter, it was a long time ago.” Bucky doesn't release you, only pulling you closer to him, but when you keep your face turned away from him, he lifts you up, and into his lap. Holding you tightly against his chest.

“Where did you get these marks, baby girl. Did somebody hurt you?” You could sense that Bucky was getting angry, thinking that somebody else had scarred you, but the real culprit was currently sat in his arms.

“No.” you whispered, Bucky nearly didn't catch it, but he realised that if he was going to get you to talk, then he needed to stay calm.

“Tell me what happened, baby. It’s okay.” he pulled you closer to his chest, having you swivel round in his lap, so you were now straddling his wait. He held your cheeks in his hands, rubbing his thumb along your cheek bone.

“I can't.” you choke out, the words barely audible.

“Why not, sweetheart. It’s okay, I won't be angry, I just want you to tell me the truth.” he rests his hands on your hips, he moves them under your shirt, so that he can rub circles on your bare skin, “come on, baby girl. Tell me.”

“It was a long time ago, I was just really...sad.” you shrugged, your hands finding Bucky’s t-shirt, rolling the material between your fingertips.

“What do you mean, you were really sad, why would that cause these?” Bucky tried to rub over the marks, but you quickly pull away, not wanting him to touch them. You knew that Bucky would be a man of his time, when it came to depression, and therefore, the idea of self-harm was probably completely alien to him.

You decided to just take a deep breath, and closed your eyes, so you wouldn't have to look at the disappointment you were sure would appear in Bucky’s eyes.

“A few years ago, I tried to kill myself.” you held your breath, as you waited for the anger that was sure to come from Bucky.

“You did what?!” you flinched at his tone, hiding your face with your hands, a sob ripping through your chest, as you were sure, he would just push you aside, and walk out the door.

Instead what surprised you, was when Bucky’s hand, went behind your head, and pushed it into the crook of his neck. He held you close to him, as his other arms snaked it’s way around your waist, pulling you unbelievably closer.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’re okay. I’m not mad. I promise. Shhh.” Bucky rocked you back and forth, trying to hush your cries, cradling you.

“I’m ssso...sssoryy.” you stutter out through the tears that were soaking Bucky’s shirt.

“It’s alright, baby girl, it’s okay. It’s in the past now, bubba. I can protect you now.”

For a while, Buck didn't say much else, only rubbed your back, and let out the occasional ‘sh’, to help further comfort you. Eventually your cries turned to hiccups, and he peeled you away from him slightly, so he could look at your tear soaked face.

He wiped at your cheeks, with the pad of his thumbs, removing the salty tracks, your eyes met his blue ones, and you suddenly felt a sense of warmth.

“Why did you do it, poppet?” You looked down at his words, not wanting to tell him.

“I just felt worthless, like I mattered to no one, that I was completely useless, and the best thing for me to do, was to relieve the burden of me, on others, and just die.” Bucky’s eyes brimmed with tears, as you told him all the things that you thought about yourself, but he knew he couldn't crack, with you in front of him.

“How did you...” Bucky trialled off as he asked you the next question, and you swallowed thickly, before sitting up in his lap, and showing him your forearms.

“I ran a bath, took out a blade, and well...you can see.” you lifted your arms, and Bucky, just took hold of them, pulling you towards him.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he pushed away the hair, which had stuck to your cheeks, and moved it behind your ear, so he could cup your face more easily.

“I was just afraid.” you mumbled.

“Do you still feel like that...sad I mean, do you ever feel that sad, when you’re with me?” Bucky asked you, his eyes staring intently at you, as he tried to assure himself that your wouldn’t lie to him.

“Not when I’m with you.” you promised.

“What about when I go away, on missions?” he watched as your eyes darted down, and that along with the slightly prolonged silence, told him everything he needed to know, “Oh baby, you should have told me.”

Bucky pulls you back into his chest, and continues to rock you.

“I want you to call me, sweetheart, night or day, if I’m not here and you feel like, you might be having a down day, I want you to call me, so we can talk about it. Do you understand, bubba?” Bucky looked down at you, as you fiddled with the neck of his shirt, “Y/N, do you understand me, I don't want you to feel like that ever again, or think that, this...” he points your arms, “is ever your only option.”

You nod into his neck, but he catches your chin, “I need your words, baby.”

“Yes Buck, if I ever feel down, then I’ll talk to you.” you promised, holding the thumb that rested in your chin.

“Good girl, I couldn't bare to lose you, baby. I love you so much.” Bucky squeezed you tightly, and you felt his love.

“I love you too, Bucky, more than anything.”

#buckyprompt #marvel prompt #bucky prompt

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mmmmmspicey · 4 years

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Trust

Janus yawned, coming downstairs to the smell of breakfast. He rubbed at his eyes before looking at the kitchen before him.

Patton was making breakfast, and-

Ah. Janus’ eyes narrowed. Roman and Remus’ pet was at his feet.

A pathetic little cum dumpster they called “Ethan.” He was wearing a pale pink shirt, open at the front, grey sweatpants, and a light blue collar.

Ethan was designed to help any side with any problem they may have. He was made to satisfy, and most sides used him for sexual purposes. Janus turned up his nose and scoffed. “Ethan, get off the dirty floor.”

Ethan looked up at his master. Patton smiled and gave his hair a pat. “He’s fine where he is. A sub knows his place.” Ethan gave a gentle mew and leaned up into his master’s touch.

Janus hissed with annoyance, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down on couch.

He didn’t like Ethan. Not one bit. He was too… helpful. Too easy. And he made too much noise when he was slamming another side into the mattress. How could the others trust him? He was made by the twins!

He smirked. He could handle such urges on his own.

That night, Janus was feeling a little pent up. He decided a bit of self care was in order.

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He traced his hand over his clothed cock and ground up, feeling himself getting hard. He pulled off his shirt, grabbed a bottle of lube and got ready for a good time.

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“Cmon, please, please just…” Janus panted, working his hand faster and harder over his cock, pushing his fingers relentlessly against his prostate, letting out a moan as he felt his arousal climb further.

He had been there for two hours. Two hours meaninglessly, hopelessly pumping and jerking his cock, his fingers prodding and searching for any more stimulation, but god he’s been trying for so long it was energy draining. He just wants to cum.

He felt his arousal fall away once again and Janus wanted to scream. His cock softened and Janus furiously punched his pillow.

But he was still frustrated. His hips jerked down onto the mattress below him and he quickly started to hump it, moving his hips faster and faster to get something, anything…

Tears sprung to his eyes as he heard footsteps walking past.

He looked up right as Ethan walked into the room.

Janus froze, his hips stopping their frantic movement as his cock gave an annoyed twitch.

Ethan’s jaw dropped, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I… I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I’ll be going now-“

“No wait!” The words leave his mouth before he even has time to think about them. “Help. Please. Please stay, I’m…” a sob leaves his throat as his hips press down again. His cock aches, he’s so pent up, a burning heat in his groin that refuses to dissipate.

Ethan’s look of shock moulded into a smirk. “Oh? Is someone a little desperate?” He said, making a shiver run down Janus’ spine. God, Ethan really was sexy.

“N-n-no…” Janus lied, his brow knitting together as he let out a soft moan, his hips moving faster and faster over the pillow.

Ethan’s dick gave a sizeable twitch at Janus’ moaning and the sexy way he humped the pillow like a dog. “You need some help, honey? How long have you been trying to cum, love?”

Janus’ toes curl at the nicknames and he finds himself unable to speak. “Um… t-two hours…”

Ethan can’t help the image that passed through his brain, images of Janus riding his own sloppy fingers, begging to cum, covered in his own slick. His cock stiffened.

He clicks his tongue and sits down on Janus’ bed beside the needy boy. “Off the pillow now, like that, good boy.” Ethan can see the dark stain of pre on the fabric and his cock hardens further. Two hours of teasing to get a pillow this sloppy.

Janus’ dick throbs at being called a good boy and he lets out a lewd moan. “Oh? Does someone have a praise kink?” Ethan teased, settling Janus down on his lap.

Janus blushed and turned his head away from Ethan. “Shut up.”

He shifted, getting comfortable in Ethan’s awfully warm and nice lap. He smelled like rain and cinnamon, and despite Janus’ reservations he leaned into his touch.

“Such a desperate baby boy. So good for me.” Ethan’s strong hand wrapped around his aching cock and began to stroke it slowly from base to tip.

Janus shuttered at getting some satisfying stimulation for once. “Uh! You…”

“You like my hand on your cock? Me giving you all the attention you deserve?”

“T-This is a one time thing!” Janus snapped. “Ahh! Mmm…”

“Oh but don’t I make you feel so good? This is what you’ve been missing out on, being so stubborn and refusing my help~” He hummed melodically, thumbing the head of his cock and playing with the underside.

“Ssstop teasing… just help me c-cum…” He whined, fidgeting in Ethan’s grip.

“Do you want my fingers baby? I see your perfect little ass squirming for me.”

Janus gasped as another wave of pleasure ripped through him. “Mmmm! Fingers! Please, want to be filled and fucked! Need to be satisfied, please!” His hole practically ached, clenching around nothing, begging for Ethan’s touch inside him. He had such big hands, they would feel so thick…

“Shh baby, relax. It’s all good, I’ve got you.” He angled Janus so his legs were spread as far as they could go, knees bent, back to Ethan’s chest. Ethan summoned lube onto his fingers and slowly rubbed around Janus’ puckered hole.

Janus bit his lip, breath coming in short pants, fighting to free his hands from Ethan’s grip. The heat inside him was sweltering as Ethan started to press two fingers in. “See, you need my help so bad after trying so hard.” Janus nodded, face screwed up with pleasure as the fingers breached him, the hand on his cock moving just satisfying enough. He let out a short whine as Ethan pushed into the middle knuckle.

“Yessss… need your help. Ssso good to me, to everyone-!” He yipped as Ethan started to pump his fingers in and out at the same wonderfully satisfying pace he moved his cock. Pressing in deep and pulling out slow, easily finding his prostate.

Janus jolted, letting out a lewd moan. “There! R-right there, feels so good.”

“Ah, you’re so tight, my good boy. Want me to keep touching riggghhht… here?” He teased, pressing into his prostate hard enough to make Janus shiver from the pleasure, heat rolling through him in waves, the coil tightening.

“You did so well trying to cum on your own but sometimes it’s not enough, is it? I’ve got a little present I use on really desperate boys.” Ethan gave him a wink and summoned a pink, thick dildo with ribbed edges. Janus’ eyes lit up at the sight of it, his empty hole longing to clench around the slick silicone.

“See baby? This toy will fill you better than fingers ever could, and maybe it’ll tip the scales-“ Ethan tilted the dildo to the side “and make that weeping cock burst.”

“P-please! So big, would feel so good inside me!”

“Of course my good boy. Such a pretty little thing, all wound up and needy.”

Janus whined as Ethan angled him right and started to push in the toy.

He couldn’t stop the moan that burst out his throat. “I’m n-not needy! Ah!” He squirmed, trying to adjust and get the whole toy in faster. He was needy, he was so needy, he desperately needed the silicone cock inside him.

Ethan kept on pushing it in, reviling in the moans and whines of Janus.

When he got it all the way in, Janus openly shrieked. Ethan smirked. “How’s that feel? Are you full enough now, baby? Does that soothe the ache inside you?”

“YESSSS! Oh god, AH! Please, oh Jesus…”

Ethan started to pump it in and out of him, pushing in deep and hard, forcing Janus further into his chest. “Mmmore, ah, god! More! Oh fuck…”

He kept forcing the dildo in and out, Janus’ hole clenching to keep it in for longer.

“I need… ah! I need, please, please I need to cum, ahhhh… I’m so des- desperate-“

“Are you getting close, love? Be a good boy and let go for me. Be a good boy for Ethan.”

“AHHH! Yesss, yesssss Ethan I’ll be a good bOY- so close, so close, please…” He begged, begging his body, begging Ethan, he didn’t know at this point, he just needed some relief.

Ethan watched, starstruck, as Janus jerked his hips, face flushed, sweat dripping from his nose, precum dripping down his cock.

With a loud moan and a powerful jerk of his hips, Janus came. His eyes rolled back as he grunted, toes curling and cum splattering up on his chest. It kept rolling through him in waves, each one more powerful than the last, his hips quaking, feeling so blissed from pleasure, it took Ethan’s gentle petting motions to bring him back down to earth.

“There we go, baby. Are you satisfied now?” He said with a smile, laying Janus down on his bed. He summoned a cloth and wiped off his stomach.

“Yeah… that was… better than expected.” Janus was practically panting like he had run a full marathon.

He collapsed into his mattress, legs going boneless, feeling so heavy he thought he could sleep for a thousand years.

A soft, large hand went and gently scratched at his scales. He whined in satisfaction and leaned up into the touch.

Ethan’s mouth quirked into a smile. This was just like running his fingers through Virgil’s hair after a good orgasm.

“Nice little scale scritches… such a quiet little thing when you’re not desperate or sarcastic.” He hummed, his other hand going to keep his rock hard cock interested. He could jack off in his room later.

“‘M sorry for disliking you… I thought I couldn’t trust you…”

“It’s okay. Just rest. I’ll leave you alone tonight. We can talk more about what you like and things tomorrow.”

“M’kay. Can you turn on heat lamp?”

Ethan giggled, turning on the rosy-coloured heat lamp and pressing a kiss to Janus’ forehead.

It occurred to him that he didn’t kiss Janus the entire time.

Whatever. Trust will come.

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Oh my god I actually wrote something. And I’m showing strangers. @felixs-thirst-blog this is for you. -🐬

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sanders-storytime · 4 years

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(The only thing I've actually wrote for Sanders Sides so far)

Deceit and Remus probably know each other better than any other side. They know what the other will say before it comes out of their mouth and what they are thinking about at any given moment. This may be surprising, seeing how almost everything Deceit says is a lie and Remus is nearly unpredictable to most. But when you spend so much time trapped together in such a dreary place, the line between one side and another becomes blurred, nearly gone. Around their second year together they started wearing each others clothes. It wasn't on purpose, it was just convenient. Their signature yellow and green became a mixed collage of the two colors. Had Virgil not shown up when he did, they probably would have become one. Virgil brought drama and change. The dreary place Deceit and Remus had come to know expanded and gained more rooms. Virgil and Remus did not get along while Deceit became naturally attracted to him. Remus lost his other half once again. This only fueled Remus however, with no one to distract him and Thomas's growing stress, he became louder. Remus began to... annoy Virgil; always popping up when he hated the most. Virgil hated Remus and Deceit suddenly avoided Remus like the plague. They both, Remus and Deceit that is, cried at night. The difference was Deceit had Virgil who... comforted him. It was never a healthy relationship, they consumed each other rather than possessed each other equally as Deceit and Remus had.

Remus often reminisced his time with Deceit, and with his power as Creativity he often created a fairly accurate clone of Deceit. He talked, and played, and danced with this beautiful clone. God, he missed his Deceit... When one day Virgil heard Remus talking to the clone in his room, he burst in and verbalized his disgust. "What!? What the fuck are you doing to some doll version of him!? Sicko!" Remus was truly frightened of Virgil for the first time.

Needless to say, Deceit was informed quite soon after. Deceit found Remus bruised and in tears by himself in the darkest corner of Thomas's mind. Virgil didn't mention to him Remus was hurt...

"Rem? What happened?"

Remus whimpered and cried in such a heartbroken way Deceit felt himself shatter. Before he knew it he was on his knees in front of the friend he forgot, tears running down his own face. "Ssssorry... I am ssso sssorry...." Deceit sobbed and crawled to Remus, who laid curled in a fetal position. How could he leave someone who meant so much to him, someone who practically WAS him? Remus simply opened his arms and legs and like nothing had ever separated them, they blended together. They made such a pretty chartreuse together.

Virgil watched from afar and scoffed. Anxiety can't help but sabotage any good thing it touches, in any way possible, regardless of the side's feelings. It was what he was after all. Virgil wished he could join them, he wished he could love Remus a much as Deceit did and they could all love each other. But it was not possible. So, Virgil went directly to his roots. Fight or flight? He asked himself. Deceit will never trust him again... Flight it was.

Virgil then attempted and succeeded at something Remus and Deceit never even thought to do. Escape and become known to Thomas. Virgil unknowingly set off a chain of events Thomas could not escape from.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #deceit x remus #remus x deceit #virgil x deceit

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our-smooty · 5 years

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Wilting Roses

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley

Tags: Pining, Mutual Pining, Bad coping mechanisms, Drinking, Love Confessions

Summary: No one, if asked to describe Anthony J Crowley, would use the word patient. Flash maybe, flamboyant for sure, possibly even mischievous. But not patient. Crowley was the type of person to honk his horn one second after the light turned green, the type to roll his eyes when the person in front of him at the coffee shop dared to order something more complicated than the bare basics. He was always moving, swaying, fidgeting with something or other and anyone who knew him knew that.

No one, if asked to describe Anthony J Crowley, would use the word patient. Flash maybe, flamboyant for sure, possibly even mischievous. But not patient. Crowley was the type of person to honk his horn one second after the light turned green, the type to roll his eyes when the person in front of him at the coffee shop dared to order something more complicated than the bare basics. He was always moving, swaying, fidgeting with something or other and anyone who knew him knew that.

Not that there were many people who really knew him. The other demons in Hell knew him in the vaguest sense, like co-workers who’ve worked in different departments for 6000 years. Oh sure some of them felt they knew him, had him figured out, but that was all based on what Crowley wanted them to think. He submitted reports that were more lie than truth--which really, they should have expected as he was a demon--and carefully cultivated his persona as a confident, irreverent bastard and Hell fell for it.

No the only person who knew him well enough to speak on his actual personality was the angel. Not at first, in the beginning, but after a few thousand years one could say Aziraphale knew the demon better than anyone else and even he would have described Crowley as impatient. He was always speeding around London, trying to get where they were going as fast as possible. He watched Crowley, time and time again, drink his tea or coffee before it was cooled enough, burning his tongue. More than once Aziraphale had had to ask him to “settle down, dear boy, you look like you’re going to crawl out of your skin!”.

So he probably would have called Crowley patient either. But that wasn’t entirely true. In fact, Crowley may have been the most patient creature on God’s green earth. Because for 6000 years he’d been waiting, and pulling back, and reigning himself in. It was only natural that after all that time, things would spill over eventually, wasn’t it?

Crowley and Aziraphale were, as was usual for any given night of the week, sharing a bottle of wine in the backroom of the bookshop. They’d had dinner, and spent most of the morning going through the new books Adam had added to the shelves. Crowley had found a kids corner--that certainly hadn’t been there before-- in the back west bit of the shop and had spent hours teasing Aziraphale over the cutsie tiny chairs and shelves.

The wine was good and the company even better. Aziraphale wasn’t drunk yet, but Crowley was well on his way, his glass barely half empty before he was refilling it. There was a brittleness to the demon, a nervousness that was unwarranted based on the relaxed day they had had together that hadn’t been there when he was sober. It was only six months after The End that Wasn’t, so Aziraphale could understand some of the skittishness, but it was entirely out of character for the normally confident Crowley.

Aziraphale loved Crowley’s confidence. He loved Crowley, period. He just hadn’t admitted it to himself until quite recently. After the bombing in WWII he’d felt love so strong for the demon that it hadn’t been possible to ignore it anymore. But, honestly, he’d probably loved Crowley since the beginning, when he’d spoken to him and joked with him in a way nobody ever had. Which made it all the worse that they could never be together.

Because just thinking about what Hell would do to the demon if they found out was enough to put him off eating for weeks.

So it was understandable that Crowley’s discomfort was upsetting to Aziraphale. “You seem unsettled,” he observed, watching as Crowley filled his glass once again. “Is there something on your mind?”

“Noooo,” Crowley said, his voice going high-pitched as he lied. “Nothing at all, angel!”

“Are you sure?” Aziraphale cast a glance to the bottles on the table. “You’ve had quite a lot to drink.”

“S’not that much,” Crowley snarked, gesturing with the cup. Not a drop spilled, but Aziraphale knew that after a few more Crowley would forget to be so careful.

“Those are three of my best bottles from 1920.” Crowley leaned in and actually looked at the bottle, raising an eyebrow and nodding.

“You’ve got me there,” the demon admitted guiltily. “Ssstill doesn’t mean anythings wrong.”

The thing was, Aziraphale remembered a lot of other times that had been just like this. Times when Crowley would get skittish and cranky for no discernible reason. They were often followed by long periods of silence where he wouldn’t hear a peep from him. Sometimes for decades. Aziraphale wasn’t sure if he could handle not seeing the demon for 20 years, not after what they’d been through.

“Oh really, dear. I think I know you better than that!” Crowley laughed hoarsely and Aziraphale was reminded of Nanny Ashtoreth, with her sharp wit and dry humour.

“Ssure you do, angel,” he rasped, voice rough with alcohol and something else Aziraphale couldn’t pin down. “Cause you’re sso clever. Nothing gets passt you, does it?”

Aziraphale might not be the quickest when it came to sarcasm, but Crowley was exceptionally drunk and very obvious. “I feel like you don’t really mean that, dear. Is there something I’ve missed?”

Crowley lept up unsteadily to pace the backroom floor. He only stopped when he nearly toppled one of the angels’ “to read” piles. “You can’t not know. Everything I’ve done… ssso many yearsss--”

Of course Aziraphale knew, wanted, and dreamed, but he never allowed himself to hope. “Whatever it is, I apologize for it, Crowley. You must know I’d never hurt you on purpose.”

But that just made Crowley more agitated. “Oh of coursess. Because the angel would never, could never, do anything not angelic!”

“You aren’t making any sense!” Aziraphale shouted, getting frustrated. “If you would just tell me--!”

“You sshould already know!”

Silence followed the ringing intensity of Crowley’s voice, only broken by the demon’s heavy breathing. Aziraphale gaped at the other; Crowley had never, not once in 6000 years, raised his voice at him. The demon was more the kind to get quiet when he was angry, to hiss and snap instead of yelling. Though apparently, Aziraphale had been wrong, and when pressed, Crowley could explode just like anyone else.

“You alwayss pull away and I--I accepted that ‘caussse I know I’m too--I’m too much,” Crowley hissed, his hands coming up and gripping at his own hair. “I thought I could--thingss could stay the sssssame but--”

It was all Aziraphale needed to hear, for him to finally admit he was being a coward and ignoring the obvious. Yes, he had hurt Crowley again and again and he knew it, had been lying to himself. Because an angel couldn’t possibly cause that much pain to a creature of God, even if he was a demon. That didn’t seem to matter because Aziraphale had been so busy denying his feelings and trying to be the perfect angel, that he’d been hurting Crowley for nearly 6000 years.

“I can’t--I tried and it’ss been ssssix months--but I can’t angel,” Croley sobbed into his own knees. Not 10 minutes ago they’d been chatting about visiting Adam, and the Them in Tadfield next month. Crowley had seemed tense but Aziraphale would have never guessed this deep of a hurt was hidden within his friend. Now he knew.

“I’m g-going. I wanted to tell you--if you need me. You can call and I’ll come but I’m going, Aziraphale.”

The angel’s breath caught in his chest. Where would Crowley go? America, or somewhere farther? The thought of Crowley floating through Alpha Century alone and lost was piercing.

“Crowley,” he started, his voice shaking, “ Oh Crowley I’ve been so cruel to you.” He stood and walked the few meters over to stand in front of the demon. He was still wearing his glasses, though he’d shed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-down. Aziraphale was, as usual, still properly dressed, though his tie was loose. Now, he fiddled with that hanging fabric as he tried to compose himself.

Crowley, in the meantime, was already refuting the angel’s statement. “No, no it’sss nothing I don’t deserve. I jussst can’t…” Crowley shied away, physically leaning backward to create distance while his drunken legs stayed put.

“No, no. Dearest Crowley, will you please sober up so I know you will remember this?” Crowley shuddered and some of the bottles refilled, though not fully. Aziraphale knew Crowley was probably still intoxicated, but not to the point of blacking out. It would have to do.

“Don’t make this harder, angel,” Crowley rasped, clutching at his shirt just above his heart. “Let me go, please.”

And if Aziraphale was less greedy, he might have. But he always had been a bit of a bastard who couldn’t let go of the things that were his. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been so blind, so selfish. If you never forgive me I’ll understand but I want you to know that you are the most important thing in my life and that I will do everything in my power to make the last 6000 years up to you.”

He wasn’t sure how he expected Crowley to react, but complete silence was definitely not one of the options he’d imagined. A sharp come back, or tears even; Crowley was always prone to emotional reactions. But this quiet Crowley was new and very, very still. So Aziraphale decided it was his turn to take the first step.

Slowly, so the demon could see his every move and pull away if needed, the angel reached out. As carefully as he could he used soft fingers to unclench Crowley’s own from his shirt and hold them Aziraphale’s chest. With strength far beyond what his corporation would have had if he was human, he hauled Crowley up into a standing position. Crowley watched each movement with wide yellow eyes hidden behind tinted glass.

“I remember how, in the Garden, you spoke to me with such kindness, unlike anyone else ever had. And then, in Paris, and the Blitz, you saved me and I trampled on your feelings like… like they were nothing. You asked for the Holy water and I left you without even asking why you really wanted it, then when I did give it to you I accused you of moving too fast. Crowley, I’ve been stringing you along for millennia, abusing your kindness and taking.”

They were closer now, though Crowley was still looking away. Aziraphale used one hand to gently guide the demon’s chin to face him. Their eyes met and Aziraphale wasn’t surprised to see a distinct wetness in Crowley’s. “I’d like to give you something this time. I don’t know if it will make up for so many years but--”

“Stop talking and kiss me, angel,” Crowley snapped, though his tone was breathy. Though his nerves were frayed, Aziraphale couldn’t stand to make the other wait any longer, so he closed the gap between them, slanting his own lips over Crowley’s and swallowing the whimper that escaped the demon.

Incredibly soft, and a little cool, and--Azirphale’s mind was spinning as he tried to catalogue every minute detail about the scene. Crowley pulled his hands from the angel’s grasp and Aziraphale was about to pull away when they returned to clutch at his back. The demon continued to make small, wounded noises as Aziraphale sucked on his bottom lip. Crowley tasted like wine and something smokey. It was lovely and the angel couldn’t help himself. He just had to dip his tongue inside to get a better taste.

“Aziraphale…” Crowley moaned, his knees going weak which forced him to hold onto the angel for dear life. “Ngh.”

“Oh, terribly sorry dearest. Let's just move you to the settee, there you go,” Aziraphale fussed, practically dragging Crowley onto the furniture. Not that the demon was resisting, he was as boneless as his snake form suggested. He let himself be draped over one side of the settee, then arranged into position as Aziraphale got comfortable. The angel was seated as closely as possible, an arm draped over the demon’s knees with the other playing in his auburn hair.

“Is that better?” he asked lowly, his lips close the Crowley’s ear. The demon shivered, goosebumps breaking out over his skin at their closeness. Aziraphale admired the reaction with a fond smile. “Lovely.”

Crowley flipped so his head fell under the angel’s chin, his legs interlocking with the others. “Is this a dream?”

A soft, slightly sad chuckle. “No dear, it isn’t. I’m very much here with you, and I’m not leaving.”

“S’a really real dream,” Crowley mumbled, drifting off. Aziraphale would argue with him about the realness of reality when he woke up. He may be more willing to hear the angel out after getting a good rest.

If Aziraphale had expected it to be easy to undo 6000 years of rejection and distance, he had been extremely niave. Crowley still had a tendency to distance himself, like a defence mechanism against a thousand past hurts. Aziraphale went out of his way to show his love explicitly, to care for and pamper him at every opportunity. But it didn’t seem to be enough.

Within just a few days of their mutual sharing of feelings, Crowley began to close himself off again, to hide behind snark and self-deprecating humour. He still let Aziraphale hold him, spoil him with praise and presents. But he never reached back, didn’t ask for or give affection unless Aziraphale moved first. Like he was still scared he’d be rejected. Which, considering the way Aziraphale had treated him in the past, was an extremely concern valid.

At first, the angel had thought Crowley wanted space. But then he’d noticed how content the demon seemed when Aziraphale put an arm around him on the street or tucked a strand of hair behind his ear when they were reading together. He definitely wanted the attention, but he seemed unable to reciprocate, even if sometimes the angel caught Crowley with a look like he wanted to so badly.

But how to bring it up? Aziraphale hadn’t wanted to just spring it on the other, but it wasn’t like Crowley was going to say anything. He was stuck. So as usual, when he had a problem he couldn’t solve, he turned to reading, fretting, and snacking. Which worked for a little bit before he remembered the way Crowley always kept at least a foot of space between them unless Aziraphale closed the gap. Then he was back at square one.

That pattern could have gone on for quite some time, had Crowley not begun to put even more distance between them. That one-foot gap became two, then three, and then it was almost like that night a week ago hadn’t happened. Crowley kept his distance much more firmly than in the beginning, to the point where Aziraphale could barely get close enough to hold hands without a mad dash. And when he did get the chance to hold the demon, he always made this tiny sound, a sad sigh that sounded like relief. That was when the angel knew he had to say something.

The time came one night while they were, for once, at Crowley’s flat having a glass of wine. Aziraphale had stopped by unannounced, though he knew that didn’t matter. Crowley invited him in with only token protests again as usual and Aziraphale had procured them a bottle of Bordeaux and two glasses.

“So to what do I owe the pleasure, Angel?” he’d asked, draping himself over one of the austere chairs in his equally austere livingroom. Tension rippled through every part of his being, his aura a spikey, sickly grey. Aziraphale noted the lack of a sofa or any seating that would allow them to be close with a soft sigh.

“Just thought I’d pop in. I found this lovely vintage on one of the back shelves of my cellar and I knew you’d appreciate it.” Deciding to get to the bottom of this once and for all, Aziraphale walked around behind Crowley’s chair and leaned in close. “Do you remember that year, darling?”

Crowley squinted at the bottle, his shoulders mildly tensed from their suddenly close proximity. “1959, you spoil me, angel.”

“You deserve only the best, Crowley,” Aziraphale murmured, letting the bottle fall carefully into the demon’s lap.

“Hm?” Crowley asked as Aziraphale leaned down, nuzzling against firey hair. As usual, Crowley didn’t shy away from the touch, but there was that little sigh like he’d been waiting. Aziraphale tightened his hold around the demon’s shoulders guiltily. He really should be taking better care of him.

“I’ve missed you, dearest,” Aziraphale hummed, stretching over to kiss Crowley’s forehead. Crowley frowned in confusion and twisted around to look the angel in the eye.

“You saw me yesterday, not even 24 hours ago,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. A few more soft kisses and Aziraphale pulled back, setting the bottle of wine on a side table. He knew he was making Crowley uncomfortable; the demon never did like not knowing what was about to happen. Better to get things done quickly, and avoid any undue stress.

“I did, but I always miss you when you’re away from me. Besides, you know that isn’t what I meant.” Crowley’s face furrowed in confusion, so maybe he didn’t. “You’ve been--Am I overwhelming you, Crowley? It’s just you’ve been distant…”

“No!” Crowley interjected, immediately twisting around to fully face Aziraphale. “No, no, angel it’s not that, I swear.”

Aziraphale let out a relieved sigh of his own. “Oh good, I was quite worried.” He rewarded Crowley’s honesty with a soft kiss on the lips. “Will you tell me what the problem really is? I hate that you--I want you to be comfortable with me.”

Crowley tried to lean into the kiss, encouraging it to turn into something needier. But Aziraphale held firm, pulling back and waiting for Crowley to answer. It was harder than expected--once he started kissing Crowley it was nearly impossible to stop--but he managed for the greater good of their relationship.

Initially, Crowley mumbled his answer so badly Aziraphale couldn’t understand a word of it. With a raised eyebrow and a gentle squeeze around the shoulders, he encouraged the demon to try again. “I didn’t--I don’t want to move to fast for you. I know I’m a lot and that you don’t really... Well, I know you don’t want me all over you all the time so I thought it’d be better like this.”

Aziraphale was shocked; where had Crowley gotten that idea? You go too fast for me. Oh well, maybe this was the angel’s fault, even if he’d never meant for it to happen.

“Love, that was over 40 years ago. And I should have never--well the blame is entirely on me for this it would seem.” With cautious movements, Aziraphale walked around to stand in front of the chair, facing Crowley head-on. “I should apologize for not making my intentions clear, for not just bloody talking about it!.”

Crowley continued to stare at the floor as Aziraphale continued. “You do not go too fast for me Crowley. Well, you do when you’re driving but not in that other way.” Bending down to rest his palms on Crowley’s knees, Aziraphale made sure to catch his gaze. “I was scared of what Heaven and Hell might do, but not anymore. We don’t have to be afraid anymore, dearest.”

But Crowley was shaking his head, his golden eyes darting away and around the room. “I don’t know how! So many years, sso many times you said--Not that I blame you--”

“Love, you’ve been so patient,” Aziraphale praised, his smile cutting off the other’s tirade. He took one of his hands and used it to cup Crowley’s cheek, cradling it reverently. “You deserve to get what you’ve been wanting all these years. I want to give that to you.”

Cautiously, his eyes still averted, Crowley reached out and placed his hand on Aziraphale’s cheek, mirroring the angel’s position. It was the first time the demon had touched him since that initial night. “This’s stupid, I’m sstupid!” Aziraphale noticed his lover’s eyes were damp, and his lip caught between sharp teeth. Obviously, Crowley’s distress was more intense than he’s realized.

“You’re lovely, and so, so good,” he whispered, nuzzling against the hand on his cheek. “I want to spend every day for all eternity holding you and having you hold me.”

Crowley’s hand was trembling, but he didn’t remove it. He actually seemed to lean closer towards Aziraphale’s warmth. “M’still…” The angel let him struggle for a second before making a suggestion.

“Worried, relieved, scared?” he offered, unsurprised by Crowley’s shocked glance. “Me too love. I’m absolutely petrified.”

That got Crowley to laugh a little as he finally--finalyl!--brought his other hand up to pull the angel into a sweet embrace. Aziraphale couldn’t have felt more proud of his brave demon. Crowley always had been one to take risks, which just showed how much he cared for his relationship with Aziraphale. He’s been so cautious, so gentle, so patient for 6000 long years.

“Just in case I haven’t been clear enough,” Aziraphale muttered into Crowley’s hair, “you can touch me whenever you like and I will always enjoy it darling.”

“Ngk,” Crowley said, burrowing his face into the lapels of the angel’s coat so the angel couldn’t see his blush. “Don’t jusst say that!”

Aziraphale laughed, high and bright and he switched to holding his demon around the waist. He could feel the despair and isolation bleeding from Crowley’s aura, replaced with contentment and peace. Not to mention the elation the angel felt at having Crowley reciprocate his affections. The plants in the next room over began to bloom and grow at a rate never before seen on earth.

“You know I can’t lie to you Crowley.” That just made the demon squirm more. Impulsively, Aziraphale stood up and put his knees beside Crowley’s, sitting in his lover’s lap. Crowley grunted in surprise but kept his hold on Aziraphale’s shoulders. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“You’re perfect, Aziraphale,” Crowley answered, his voice muffled by layers of clothing. Aziraphale settled in more, getting comfortable for what he hoped would turn into a nice, long cuddle. The red wine he’d brought over could sit out for a while without any harm. And Crowley seemed to agree because he sighed, this time with happiness. It would be nice, for once in 6000 years, to have nothing to do other than enjoy each other's company.

And when they did go to visit Tadfield, if, in the middle of a tea party consisting of a variety of beings and types of people, Crowley took Azirapahle’s hand in his as easy as breathing? Well, Aziraphale could blame his misty-eyed smile on the absolutely delicious biscuits and jam.

#Good Omens #aziraphale/crowley #azirapahel #crowley #crowziraphale #ineffable husbands

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breadthecat · 5 years

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Darkness in Light (Chapter 5: Corruption)

(Spoilers for Intrusive Thoughts)

Summery: Logan is done being neglected and pushed to the side. The first appreciation he’s gotten in months and yet it means nothing. He’s just a tool for them.

Read on ao3?

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Logan swiveled around to face the figure behind him, who was leaning on the doorframe of the now open bedroom door. The same one Remus had been talking at previously.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Logan snarled, the room suddenly seeming to glitch.

“It appears I didn’t take Deceit’s concern seriously, as I should of” the figure left the door frame, approaching Logan slowly and adjusting his pirate like hat. “For that, I’m sorry. But it appears you’re becoming one of us, I suppose just as you wanted.”

Deceit seemed to go pale “oh...oh no, no nono“

Deceit tried to rush forward only to stagger back as the world seemed to go black and white. Logan collapsed to his knees, clutching his head. The world, not just for Logan, went double, as if you removed your 3D glasses in a movie. Remus bolted to the newcomer

“W-Wrath? Wrath, can you stop it?” Remus trembled. Wrath just shook his head.

“He has to go through what we did, if I could stop it I would.” Despite his calm demeanor, he looked away from Logan, unable to watch the pain. A sob of pain escaped Logan, who was clutching his head desperately. Logan’s immediate surroundings where distorted like an old VHS tape.

Logan’s head throbbed in pain, as if his brain was melting, boiling hot. He sobbed pitifully on the floor, tears burning up on his cheeks. Jolts of pain sparked down his body. The world seemed to spin and swirl from excruciating pain, colors in places they aren’t supposed to be and objected distorted until barely recognizable. His sobs grew horse as the others watched on in horror.

“Could we stopped this? Did we cause this?” Deceit managed to force out the question, his voice shaking. Whether in fear of his own question or in horror, it was unsure.

“We didn’t cause it. You didn’t cause it. I doubt we could of stopped it either” Wrath murmured, pulling Deceit out of Logan’s aura of distortion. Deceit is silent before suddenly turning to Wrath abruptly.

“Y-you… you knew what was going to happen! You causssed this! That’s why your ssso fucking calm!” Deceit hissed at Wrath, who jumped back in surprise.

“De’, no please I swear I had nothing to do with this-“

“LIAR” Deceit stepped forward menacingly, Remus running back and away from the fight.

“I just sensed a shift in Logan’s alignment, you know I’m more grey then-“

A small giggle began to start.

“Oh, that you’re ssso much better than us! That’sss why I hide in my room all day” Deceit mocked in a high pitched voice, taunting Wrath. This elicited a growl from him, Wrath’s eyes narrowing.

“P-please stop fighting… not again...” Remus whispered out.

“No, THIS is why I hide in my room all day, I’m sick and tired of you pissing me off-“

A loud, terrifying cackle echoed through the room, shutting up the arguing pair. All eyes turned to Logan. A Logan they weren’t familiar with, someone they hardly recognized.

Sometimes becoming a dark sides changes them in unimaginable ways.

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Neutral ending — Good Ending — Bad Ending

#sander sides #sander sides fic #sander sides spoilers #sander sides logan #sander sides deceit #sander sides remus #sander sides oc #darkness in light

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mowseries · 5 years

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Story Excerpt: Broken Winter

Story: Broken Winter

Scene: Mikhail is “convinced” to follow through with Wily’s plan

Narrator: Mikhail Cossack (third person, rough draft formatting)

((ALSO KNOWN AS: REMINDER WHY DEVILSNEK NEEDS TO DIE AGAIN

fffffff Okay, this comes with MANY warnings, read at your own risk, this is probably the DARKEST thing I’ve written so far and that is saying a LOT coming from me, TRUST ME

Read at your own risk, contains the following:

Russian Guy Suffers Most

Kidnapped Scientist

Cold Blooded Torture

Forced to Watch

Snakes are Sinister

I Will Punish Your Friend Child For Your Failure

WOULD Hurt a Child

rust in pings everybody, why must this man suffer so much, WEHHHH…))

“You—?!”

“Is that any way to greet your professor, young man?”

“This—! This isn’t possible, they told you were dead—!”

“Tcheh! Leave it to foreign media to read too much into things! If you bothered to take a look at an American news report, you’d notice they cleverly left me out of it all!”

“Why— **why have you brought me here?”

“Getting right to the point? That’s unusual for you.”

“One of your lackeys BROKE INTO MY /HOUSE/, DR. WILY!”

“Would you sssssstop shouting?”

“Gyah!”

“For the love of Life, I can HEAR you jussssst FINE without it.”

“Now now, none of that sulking, you two.”

“ -Growls, fighting against the restraints- Just answer the question!”

“I’m surprised you haven’t deduced it already. It should be obvious to you.”

“I don’t have time for this!”

“-Suddenly rather darkly- Oh yes you /do/. In fact, you’ll have plenty of time for it from here on out.”

“{…Wh… what…?}”

“I have a new assignment for you. A new _project_ for you to work on.”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested! Leave me out of your personal vendettas!”

“-Smirks- You’re much more feisty than when you were a boy! Good, that’ll make it more believable.”

[He felt a terrible chill at that. That was a scheming expression if he’d ever seen it.]

“Everything will be explained to you shortly. I’ll be in touch to check your progress.”

[The screen went blank, and the serpent smirked from the shadows. When he looked up, his expression was even worse than his father’s had been.]

That was not a sane grin.]

“Lookssss like you’ll be our GUESSSST for a while.”

“If you think that my sons won’t come looking for me—”

“Ah, yessssss, your Indussssstrial ssssseries. About that.”

[The tail of the helm flicked sharply as he strode forward with a predatory grin.]

“They WILL be joining you shortly… for a little while.”

[Mikhail leaned away, but he couldn’t escape as the Robot Master drew nearer.]

“Because you will be calling them.”

[He really didn’t like where this was going.]

“Once they get here, you will give them ssssome… upgrades.”

“!?”

“Upgrades they will need if they have a prayer of ssssurvival.”

[He poked Mikhail in the chest sharply, his eyes suddenly turning absolutely wild with sadistic madness.]

“After all, the Blue Menaccccce has a ssssstainlesssss record of 100% dessssstruction.”

“!!!”

“I’m not in the mood for your blind denial of what is right in front of you, you ssself-righteousss intern. Ssso let me sssspell it out for you—”

[He poked again, this time with a more forceful jab.]

“The world thinkssss he is dead, but he’s hardly through. Ssssomeone elssse needs to carry out the plan.”

[The eyes glowed a deep red as he gave a malicious grin.]

“And that would be you.”

[He was too shocked, for a moment, but that moment passed.]

“Never.”

“Oh? ‘Never’, you sssay?”

“Do you have any IDEA what would happen—”

[There was a sudden sharp pain as the snake slashed him in a downward swipe from the sternum. It tore his clothes and bit deep into his flesh, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. He couldn’t help but utter a strained noise at the sensation.]

“Shut up.”

“ -Sucks in his breath through his teeth, looking up with a defiant and angry glare- I won’t say it again—NEVER! I won’t do it!”

[A soft laugh of derision.]

“You’re really thinking you have a way of fighting this? You’re abssssolutely delusional.”

“You’re both insane if you think I’d do that to my sons! I wouldn’t even do it to strangers, but my own children?! What makes you think I would EVER agree to this!?”

“Your agreement is irrelevant, Cossack. You’re not in control anymore.”

[He leaned forward, smirking as he leered down at his captive.]

“You ansssswer to me, now. And I would ssssuggessssst being obedient.”

“Answer my question!”

[A lightning fast grip punctured his shoulder with such force that he would have been toppled over, if the chair hadn’t been bolted down.]

“The firsssst thing to go will be that attitude. -With sudden DARK overtones- Drop it.”

[It was becoming obvious that his refusal would not be accepted. He would just have to play along…]

“Fine. Let me go and give me access to a mainframe, and I’ll—”

“You’ll WHAT?” the ‘bot HISSED, eyes flaring up with a sinister glow. “Let on that you’re in trouble? Think again, MC005.”

“…”

“You’re going to do this, without a hitch. No sssecret messages, no warnings, no hints, no shoddy work, no EVIDENCE!”

[He was abruptly freed from the chair and thrown to the floor, where Viper pinned him on his back. Little Snakeys coiled around him, lightning fast, before he could even react. By the time the blinding pain lifted, he was tightly bound.]

“Do not think for one SSSECOND that I will show you any mercccy! This isn’t a game, you foolish, foolish man! Learn your placcce, and learn it QUICKLY!”

[He was yanked off the floor, with his captor suddenly behind him as a hand firmly around his throat. The sudden feel of the metallic, cold-hearted grip filled him with such an abrupt sense of dread that he couldn’t help but reflexively swallow.]

“Do not try to LIE to me, prisoner!”

[The grip became tight, uncomfortably tight. He fought against swallowing again.]

“Don’t try to be a hero or a martyr, because you’re neither. From here on out? All anyone will EVER remember of you would be your role as a **tragic villain.”

[His struggles were only rewarded with a tighter grip around his throat and a crushing hold around his wrists. It was just enough to cause pain, with no real danger of him blacking out… yet.]

“The first sssstep in that will be calling in the Doctor Cossack Numbers, and giving them the proper directives. All ssssix of them. You will be watched by Dr. Wily before and during the inssstallation. Like I sssaid. No hidden messsssages, no shoddy work. You WILL do it as you WOULD do it, not as Dr. Wily would. Make it believable, you hear?”

[He swallowed again out of reflex. He was determined not to give in… despite the growing anticipation that his very life would be choked out of him mere seconds from now.]

“({I… my only chance is—})”

[The grip suddenly loosened, and his head was pulled back, forced to turn his face back to the screen.]

“Because if you don’t?”

[It flickered on, and he let out an unguarded gasp.]

“!!!!!!”

[His daughter. It was his daughter.]

“({No! NO!})”

[She was somewhere dark, and crying. The imaging was clearly from a thermal camera… with an angle as if it were from the ground…

…or through the eyes of a snake.]

“It won’t be you that shall suffer, not right away.”

[The screen blurred and there was a sudden and distinct scream that pierced the feeds.]

“KALINKA—!”

[The screaming got worse as the screen became littered with glowing spots and the sound of metallic snakes.]

“{PAPA—! /PAPA, HELP ME! HELP ME—!!!/}”

[It was torture, pure torture, and it filled him with a blinding rage and TERROR.]

“{You BASTARD—! /LET HER GO, I’LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES—/}”

[Another scream, this time of pain. Anger gave way to absolute anguish and fear and he thought he would go mad with desperation.]

“STOP, STOP! /FOR GOD’S SAKE, STOP—!/”

[The screams tore into him, worse than anything he could ever have endured from blade, tooth, or claw. He was convulsing in agony, struggling uselessly in an instinctive drive to break free and rescue her.

The screaming died off into gasping sobs, and then silence.]

“KALINKA—!!!”

[He was shoved to the ground, pinned once again. The heartless serpent leaned down and spoke in a low voice.]

“This time? She’s only sssssleeping it off. Jussst a little bit of blood, makessss ssssome people awfully lightheaded…”

[He heaved a gasp, unsure if he could believe it.]

“I told you, no mercccy. DON’T try me.’’

#Machines of War series #OOC #cje

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allthingsfangirl101 · 6 years

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I Remember You. . . I Think

Part 9: Home But Not Back

Dylan's POV

She doesn't remember me.

Those four words haunted me more than anything. Out of all the "what if" situations I had thought of, Katie forgetting me wasn't on the list.

"I'm Dylan," I stuttered out. She just looked at me like that meant nothing. "I'm..... I've been your best friend for 13 years. How... how can you not remember me?"

"I'm sorry." My heart shattered as a tear escaped her eye. I reached forward at caught it.

"It's okay. It's not your fault you don't remember," I said my hand still on her cheek. I looked into her gorgeous eyes, silently begging for her to remember.

Katie's POV

It's him.

The boy from my dream.

All I could think as his tear filled eyes stared at me was that he was real. I was reminded of the dream. He said it was his fault. How could it be his fault if I don't even remember who he is?

"So, you really don't recognize me?" His voice was so soft and broken it made me feel terrible. Before I could answer, there was a knock at the door. In walked a doctor followed by a couple.

"Katie! Oh my baby is awake." The women began to sob as they walked in. The boy got up and moved to the corner of the room so the doctor and the couple could come closer.

It took me a second but I slowly recognized who the woman was. "Momma?" I said as tears began to fall.

A sob escaped my mom's lips as she ran towards me and wrapped me in a tight hug. I bit my lip to keep from gasping in pain. She pulled away and put both hands on my cheeks, brushing hair out of my face.

"I can't believe you're really here." She whispered.

I turned to see my dad standing in the doorway with tears in his eyes. "Hi daddy," I whispered. I watched as he silently stepped forward and put his hand on my bruised cheek.

"Hi Katie-Kat," he whispered. We sat in silence. No one knew what to say and no one wanted to interrupt the peaceful feeling.

I looked over at the boy still standing in the corner. His face was different than it was earlier. When I woke up it was scared and confused. Now its almost peaceful and full of relief. When our eyes connected he looked sad for a moment before covering it up with a smile. I looked away when there was a knock at the door.

"I really hate to interrupt but I need to ask Katelynn a few questions." We turned to see a guy in a uniform slowly walk into the room. My parents started to get up but the officer stopped them. "It's alright. You can stay. I know how happy you are to have Katelynn back." I looked to see my mom smile and my dad nod appreciatively.

Absentmindedly I looked over at the boy in the corner. The officer followed my gaze as if he hadn't noticed the boy standing by the window.

"It's alright Sheriff." My dad said before the cop could speak up. My dad looked at me and then at the boy and then back at me. "Dylan can stay. He's practically family." My dad whispered the last part.

Dylan? So that's his name? I looked back at the boy to see him biting his lip. I could tell he was waiting to see if learning his name helped me remember. I closed my eyes before turning my attention back to the sheriff.

I watched as he pulled up a chair. I cringed when his chair scrapped against the floor. I could see out of the corner of my eye my mom, dad, and Dylan get nervous. They either flinched, jumped, hesitated, or a variation of all three. The sheriff didn't seem to notice.

"How are you feeling Katlynn?" He looked at his notebook but not at me. I tried to open my mouth and respond but the words wouldn't come out. It was like my mind couldn't form them. The longer I tried to form words, the more my head hurt. Giving up, I looked down at my hands and shrugged.

I heard him let out a sigh as I shrugged. "Okay, do you remember much?" I started to nod my head but shook it then ended with shrugging. The sheriff cleared his throat, clearly loosing patience. "Are you aware you were gone two years?" I hear my mom hold back a sob as I nodded.

"Katlynn, I need you to tell me everything you remember about the last two years." This was the first time I looked up from my hands. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Images of Him flashed in my mind like a projector.

"Katlynn?" I felt my hands shake as I remembered the darkness. The cold. The hunger. The thirst. The confusion. The looks. The way His laughter bounced off the basement walls. The icy touch of His hands. The loneliness. The fear.

"She's having a panic attack," my mother gasped.

"Katlynn? What happened to you? Were you lost? Did you find shelter? Did someone kidnap you?" The sheriff pressed.

"Stop! Can't you see what's happening?" I could see Dylan stepped towards me.

"Son, we can't help her if she doesn't answer." The sheriff said professionally.

"I don't give a shit! Look at her! She is physically shaking! Don't you understand? She is scared!"

"Dylan, honey, calm down." My mother tried to reassure him.

"He wouldn't let me go."

Everyone was silent as those words left my chapped lips. I looked up to see my parents at the edge of my bed, the sheriff was in a chair on my left, closest to the door, and Dylan was standing on my right.

"Katie? Honey, what do you mean?" My father asked holding my mother closer.

I turned as I felt Dylan kneel and take my hand. "Katie, who is he?"

"Katlynn? This man who took you. What did he look like?" The sheriff asked. I never took my eyes off Dylan as I took a deep breath and started to speak.

"He. . . He ummm... I never rreally ssaw hiss fface. Iii mean..." Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I heard the beeping of the heart monitor speed up.

"Katlynn? Miss Montgomery, I need you to tell me as much about the man who held you captive as you can remember." The sheriff said scooting closer to me, making me look at him.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, unable to make my voice work. I took a deep breathe as Dylan reached over, intertwined our fingers and gave my hand a light squeeze.

"Katie?" He whispered causing me to look up at him. "What happened?"

"I don't.... I don't really.... I can't remember." I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. The room was silent. I took a few shaky breaths before speaking again. "The first thing I remember is waking up in a basement. My hands...... they were tied up.... Iii cccouldn't move. Tthen hhe came ddown. It was ddark ssso Iii couldn't rreally see hhis fface. But his voice..." I felt myself shaking. "His voice," I said so quietly I didn't think anyone heard me until Dylan sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap.

He slowly rocked back and forth as he traced circles on my back. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed into his shirt. "I wish...... I wish I could remember everything. Anything." I felt his arms tighten around me, continuing to shush me.

As he soothed me, I felt myself slowly falling asleep. The last thought that crossed my mind before sleep took over was; whoever this boy is, he obviously was very important to me.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagines #fanfic #DoBseries

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hope you guys like this one :) it came out slightly later than i expected, but oh well.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

tagging: @nightshade1994, @glampyra

When Cyn woke up, he found that Rick was gone, much to his dismay, and to make things worse, the guards were all dead and blood was everywhere.

It wasn’t hard for him to deduce that Rick had killed all the guards and escaped, and it angered and devastated him beyond belief. His plan had failed, and now he would be discharged, after all his hard work and planning too! It would be for nothing in the end.

Cyn returned to where Pyri was, and when he arrived, the look on her face showed nothing but pure rage.

“I gave you three chances, and you wasted them all!’ She yelled. “You are discharged from now on. It’s far too late anyways, nothing can be done.”

Cyn was baffled. “Your Imperial Highness...you’re just...giving up...after everything? This empire has been going on for thousands of years! You can’t just-”

“I can and I will!” Pyri interrupted. “Panic and chaos have ensued here for far too long, the planet has become a mess. Our empire was already failing anyways..” She sighed. “I have given away the remainder of our planets to the newly rising Galactic Federation, and sending off remaining citizens to other parts of the galaxy.”

“But-”

“Enough! I want you to leave immediately! Get out!”

Cyn hung his head, and obeyed one final time to his empress. He walked out, feeling dejected, and observed outside to see ruin and destroyed buildings everywhere.

He clenched his fist angrily, this was all Sanchez’s fault! If he hadn’t stolen that chunk, none of this would’ve ever happened. Cyn looked up into the sky, and knew what he had to do: take revenge.

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The next day, Julie found her thoughts returning to Rick again, and the torture he suffered at the hands of the fyralogins. It must’ve been traumatic for him, she couldn’t stop worrying about it.

After breakfast, she decided to ask him about it, but Rick just scoffed it off. “Y-You worry too much Julie, I'm fine, everything's fine.”

“I worry about you because I love and care for you. Just talk to me okay? There's no need to hide things from me.” She replied.

“Says you, you've never told me what happened to your family. If anything, you're the one keeping secrets from me.”

She sighed. “No, you’re right. It was hypocritical of me to want you to not keep secrets, while I’ve been...keeping some myself.”

Julie looked away, and Rick seemed a bit remorseful for acting harsh towards her. “I’m...I’m sorry...j-j-just..y-you can tell me what h-happened, I’m h-here for y-you.”

She turned her head up and smiled weakly, finally deciding he needed to know the truth.

Taking a deep breath, Julie began to explain what happened. “It was...a couple of years ago..back in ‘75...my parents had been saving up money to buy me a house, the same one we’re in right now. After graduating from university, I returned home, and that’s when they showed me this house. I was so excited, I moved in as soon as possible. But…” She started to tear up, which worried Rick. “My parents...were going to come visit me after I finished moving in, but on their way there...the weather..” She sniffled. “It got really bad..and they...they got into an accident...and..” Julie broke down into sobs, unable to finish.

Rick wiped a few of tears away and held her close, letting her sob against him. “Let me guess….they died?” He asked.

“Yeah..” Julie muttered through her tears.

Rick gently rubbed her back, not saying a word afterwards. He didn’t really know how to comfort her, but he figured that what he was doing should be enough. He didn’t understand her pain, due to how different their relationships with their parents had been, but he tried to be there for her regardless. Rick hadn’t lost anyone particularly close to him, in part because he usually didn’t let people get close to him to begin with, Julie was one of the few exceptions.

Rick decided the best thing he could do right now was find a way to cheer her up, and see her smile and laugh again, he hated seeing her so sad.

He pulled her away and gave her a big smile. “I have an idea to make you feel better, do you like video games?”

A small smile formed on Julie’s face. “I do.”

“Then I got something to show you!”

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Rick brought Julie over to an intergalactic arcade called “Blips and Chitz”, it was one of his favourite places to visit, and he was sure, since Julie liked video games too, that she would enjoy it as well.

As soon as the two stepped inside, Julie’s eyes widened in awe and wonder, taking in the sights. It looked a tiny bit like a normal arcade on Earth, but far bigger and with a far wide selection of games to play. Not only that, but she could see screens displaying information relating to the arcade, various floors to visit, and in the center, there was a planet-like object with the words “Blips and Chitz” around it.

“I’ve been managing to save up enough flurbos for the two of us to use. I even started selling weapons to an assassin I met not too long ago.” Rick mentioned. “I...actually was planning to spend an entire afternoon here on my own for a bit, but now that you’re here, we can do it together.”

Julie grinned at him. “So..is this like our first date?”

He blushed. “Yeah...I-I g-guess ssso..”

She giggled, and took his hand in hers, then they started walking together. Rick smirked, he could only imagine Julie’s reaction to one of the games here. Video games on Earth were extremely primitive, so this would be completely different for her. As to not freak her out too much, he decided on starting her off with something simple.

Rick led her to one of the arcade cabinets, and pointed to it. “Here’s one I think you’ll like. The objective is simple, all you have to do is fly the spaceship while avoiding obstacles and shooting at enemies.”

She went and sat down in front of it, her curiosity peaked. “Sounds easy enough, this should be fun!”

As soon as she pressed the button to start it up, the extremely high-tech graphics amazed her beyond belief, and she was at a loss for words.

Rick laughed and tapped her shoulder to get her attention, snapping her out of her amazed state. “Sorry!” Julie apologized. “It’s just...I’ve never seen anything like this…”

“Don’t worry about it, just try it out.” He grinned.

Julie smiled at him, then turned back over to the game and attempted to play. He watched as she played and was a bit impressed at how well she was doing, it seemed she had managed to pick up on things pretty quickly.

When she finished, Rick gave her a thumbs up, then went over to play the game himself.

It was Julie's turn to watch him, and she found herself in awe about how amazing he was, he drove the spaceship very smoothly and with ease, and was able to shoot tons of obstacles quickly.

When he finished, Julie went up to him in excitement. “Wow Ricardo! You were amazing!” She beamed. “What are we gonna play next?”

Rick smiled at her use of his full name, and took out the tickets from the machine to get prizes, before looking around and seeing what else they could play together. When he found something he thought she’d like, he took her over there and they began playing the game together.

“Good luck trying to beat me Julie! I’m the master at this game!” Rick boasted. “Y-You’ll never even come cl-close!”

Julie giggled. “We’ll see about that!”

She was again, able to pick up on things pretty fast, and much to Rick’s surprise, she was managing to do really well, and he was getting nervous that she might beat him. He hated losing, being very competitive when it came to games, and wasn’t even going to let Julie win. He made the move to try and use tricks in order to win, but Julie caught on and was able to get the upper hand, causing her to win.

“Yay! I won!” She exclaimed happily. “Guess I'm the new master at this game huh?”

Rick just ‘hmphed’ and appeared grumpy and annoyed, crossing his arms together and looking away.

“Aw don’t be such a sore loser, Mr. Grumpypants!” She laughed.

Rick didn’t respond, and Julie got a devious idea. She grabbed onto his face and pulled him in for a kiss, making him blush madly. He was surprised, but quickly found himself enjoying it.

“All better now?” Julie asked.

“Yep..” Rick said, still in a bit of a lovestruck haze, before realizing he was in one and shaking his head, snapping him out of it. She laughed, and watched as Rick took out the tickets from the machine, before glimpsing back at her. “You wanna help me get more of these? If we win enough...well..there are some prizes I really wanna g-get..” He winked.

“Of course! Let’s get going!” Julie agreed.

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The two went to play more games together, having fun and of course, collecting the tickets. Julie continuously found herself amazed with every game they played, and she wasn’t sure if she could ever play a simple game like Breakout or Pong ever again, but to her, it was worth it.

When they’d managed to collect enough tickets, they went over to the prize booth where Rick traded some tickets in for...a scooter? She was surprised, but not complaining.

“Rick! Why did you get a scooter?” She asked playfully.

“Why wouldn’t I get a scooter? These things are amazing!” He retorted, and Julie watched as he went on it, and he started to zoom around in pure glee.

Julie was glad to see him doing so well, and realized that this showed Rick clearly has a more childish side to his personality, not that she minded. If she was being completely honest, she found it rather...cute, and it further showed how Rick wasn’t afraid to be himself.

She was still concerned about how the torture he’d suffered had affected him, but decided that maybe he just wouldn’t want to talk about it, and that was okay with her. Besides, she’d rather see him like this than in any misery or pain.

At the same time, Julie thought about how it must be the same for Rick too, that he didn’t like seeing her miserable either, and that this must be his way of making her feel better. She had to admit, it worked. Her pain was still there deep down, but the fact alone Rick did this for her, was enough to show that he cared, and that meant the world to her.

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When they were finished, they returned home, only to see that it was dark out.

“Oh goodness!” Julie exclaimed. “We were there for a pretty long time huh?”

“Heh heh...y-yeah..” He chuckled. “But it was worth it right?”

“Totally.”

They headed back inside, where Julie decided to thank Rick for taking her to the arcade.

“Thank you by the way...for taking me to Blips and Chitz. It was a lot of fun...and...I’d love to go back someday.” She smiled. “By the way...did you take me there to cheer me up after I told you about...you know..”

Rick nodded. “I didn’t know what else to do...I-I’ve never had to comfort someone b-before...s-sorry..”

“Oh don’t worry about it.” Julie assured him. “The fact alone you wanted to cheer me up is all that matters to me, it shows me that you care for me and want me to be happy.”

Rick blushed shyly at her words. “Ah..i-it’s...n-nothing r-really..”

“No, it’s not nothing, it means the world to me.” She replied before kissing his cheek, making him blush more.

He was speechless, unsure what to say, making Julie giggle softly. “I guess I’ll be off to bed now, see you tomorrow..”

Rick smiled at her, and they shared a kiss before he left back for his apartment.

While there, his mind kept thinking about Julie, how much fun they’d had at Blips and Chitz, how lucky he was to be with her. That had been the most fun he’d ever had there, and he knew it had to do with Julie, she brought out so much joy and excitement in him, and he never had to hide any part of who he was with her.

Rick had never been in a serious relationship, just casual ones, so he didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he hoped he would learn what to do through Julie. She was always there for him, and he knew he would always be there for her.

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In the morning, Julie decided to talk to Mark and Vivian again, especially Vivian. She wanted to apologize with her, and of course, they also had to know she was with Rick too.

Julie picked up her phone and dialed Mark’s number, before hearing his surfer dude-like voice on the other end. “What’s up? Whose this?”

“It’s me, Julie..” She answered.

“Oh..everything going okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Yes, everything’s fine, no need to worry, I’m doing better now.” Julie replied. “I also wanted to let you know, that I want you and Vivian to come over, I have so much to tell you!”

Mark smiled, already being able to tell from her voice that she was indeed doing better now. He was a little nervous about bringing Vivian over, but knew it was for the best. “Alrighty then, see ya soon!” Then he hung up.

Julie put the phone back, and then waited for her friend’s arrival. She’d been hoping to reconcile with Vivian, and apologize for yelling at her, it had been her mind last night while she tried to sleep, and she knew she needed to do something about it.

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When they arrived, Julie greeted Mark with a hug, and when she saw Vivian, she gave her a gentle smile. “It’s great to see you again Vivian.” She greeted.

Vivian sighed. “Julie...look...I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Thank you..and I’m sorry for yelling too..”

“What? No! You don’t need to apologize, I was the one who yelled at you initially.”

“But-”

“Ladies please!” Mark interrupted. “Can you all agree neither of you meant to yell and you both wanna just get along again?”

They both looked at him, and Julie nodded her head in agreement, with Vivian following soon after, looking a bit annoyed that Mark interrupted them.

Now that that was resolved, Julie had something she wanted to bring up to them. “Well, I do have some great news!”

“What is it?” Mark asked curiously.

“Rick and I are officially together now!” She revealed happily. “A lot happened recently, I got kidnapped by an alien, but Rick saved and protected me, and now well...we’re a couple..”

Vivian had a befuddled look on her face, “Hold on, what is this about you getting kidnapped by an alien?”

“And just yesterday Rick took me an intergalactic arcade! It was so much fun!” Julie eagerly continued, completing ignoring her question.

Mark’s eyes widened. “You went to an intergalactic arcade?! What were the games like?”

“Really high tech and so advanced!” Julie answered. “It was so amazing it nearly blew my mind!”

“Cool! Do you think I could go sometime?”

She giggled. “Maybe, if Rick would let you.”

Vivian watched as Mark got all excited, and to her surprise, he went over and hugged her, making her blush, before pulling away. She was a little surprised, but shook it off, and her gaze focused on Julie. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that Julie and Rick were a couple now, considering Rick was a murderer and all, but at least she seemed happy.

“So, you and Rick are a couple now huh?” Vivian asked, raising a brow.

Julie’s glee was replaced with nervousness. “Umm...yes...are you..okay with that?”

“Why would I be? He kills people for God’s sake..”

Mark went in between them, laughing nervously. “Ha ha...let’s not start this again..”

“No, he’s right.” Julie agreed. “Vivian, can you at least be happy for me?”

Vivian bit her lip, and sighed. “Whatever.”

“Thank you so much!” Julie exclaimed and hugged her, making her blush once again.

They spent a bit more time together, before Vivian and Mark said their goodbyes to Julie, and were on their way home.

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Now alone again, Julie thought about Rick and seeing him again, wondering how he was doing.

She was so grateful to be with him, and she thought again about how he’d comforted her about her parents deaths.

Since the day they died, Julie hadn’t been the same, it had been a long time since she’d felt genuinely happy, but Rick had made her feel that way again. Thinking back, Julie wondered if she could finally come to terms with their deaths. As she thought, a flashback to her childhood formed in her mind.

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Julie was sitting in front of the mirror in her room, while her mother brushed her hair, before tying it into a single braid and topping it with a white bow.

“Turn around Juliana, let’s see how you look.” Her mother told her. Julie did just that, and her mother gasped in awe. “Oh sweetie, you look so beautiful!’

Julie smiled, but it quickly faded. “No one else seems to think so..” She sighed. “I think they’re right..”

“Just because a lot of people say something about you, doesn’t make it true. You are a beautiful girl, you just don’t realize it, but you will in time, I’m sure. Maybe it’ll take someone very special to help you see that you are.” Her mother grinned.

“Like my true love?” Julie beamed.

Her mother laughed. “Your true love will be able to not only see how beautiful how truly are, and help you realize that, but they’ll love you for you. That’s how you’ll know he’s the one.”

“When will I meet him?” She asked.

“Someday...maybe when you’re all grown up..maybe one day you’ll just bump into him by accident, or he’ll bump into you!” Her mother giggled, booping her nose.

Julie giggled too. “Is that how you knew Daddy was your true love?”

“Yep.” She confirmed. “I was just a waitress at a diner, taking orders and feeling bored out of my mind. Then one day Daddy popped in and I just felt this connection with him. We started talking a hit it off so well! Vivian’s Mommy would tease me all the time about it, asking when I was going to marry him, and I did, then you came around.”

Julie’s mother hugged her tightly, and she hugged back. Her words had comforted her, and she did feel a bit better now.

They then the doorbell ring, and the door opening, alerting her mother. “Daddy’s home!” She exclaimed. “We have to go give him the casserole we made together!”

She started walking out of her room, and Julie followed happily, now feeling like she didn’t have any worries anymore,

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Julie shed a few tears, thinking about the happy memory with her mother. It seemed she’d guessed correctly somehow that Rick would end up bumping into her, or more like he’d rammed into her, but still! It was close enough for her. Everything her mother had said about her true love was right on the nose.

She smiled, thinking about her future with Rick.

ok i know the dead parents thing is cliche but i feel like i have a good reason for including it okay! hear me out!

answer me this, would you want your daughter dating some highly dangerous criminal? and not just any criminal either, but one of the most wanted and dangerous in the entire galaxy? no! you wouldn’t! we already had enough drama as it is with vivian, we didn’t need anymore with julie’s parents.

okay...with that out of the way, this is blips and chiptz

it was from the episode “mortynight run”, and i wanted to include it because i wanted to show that both rick and julie like video games. i mean this is the stuff julie is used to:

and then she sees amazing high tech advanced graphics, and of course she almost loses her god damn mind.

i got the idea for rick’s more “childish” interests from here:

i wanted to make their banter and teasing feel believable...hope it is!

#my writing #rick and julie

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