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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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thepaperpanda · 3 years

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~WHEN THE PARTICLE OF GOD PERMEATES YOU~ || Part II

P̵̪̃ȁ̸̩ȓ̸̜ẗ̶͇́ ̴̓͜1̷̺̽

Summary: Without the past you can't understand the present. You meet Higgs Monaghan on your way. Will he help you find out about your past or will he try to use you for his own purposes?

Warnings: None

Words: 3299

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Days had been passing, and the situation remained unchanged.

You were lurking throughout the camp trying to be as productive as it was only possible, however you didn't have many occasions to help in anything as the others were pushing you aside. You weren't surprised though; you were a newcomer, without a purpose or any special skills, and you quickly became Higgs' favourite, which most of his men didn't approve.

Sometimes, it's enough to survive another day, right?, you'd been thinking to yourself.

"Would you look at that? Our little star is doing nothing as always. Why don't you go and be useful? Sucking Higgs off ain't enough here," one of men said grabbing your shoulder. "Why is he even keeping you here?"

Meanwhile Higgs was away, sitting in his bunker. He was trying to come up with some logical theory of how you ended up where you did. How could this happen that you just woken up with no past? “I’ve got breaking news and it’s about you fucking off of me,” you showed your middle finger to the group of men, and in return your gained few chuckles and some more rambunctious comments. When Higgs was gone, they were making a lot of fun of you, always; you hated every minute in the camp without Man in The Golden Mask.

Meantime, Higgs hummed, studding the map and trying to find the place you could come out from. Bridges was the closest point but it made no fucking seans for them to just leave you out there to die.

After a few more minutes Higgs shrugged. "Ah, fuck it. Time to check upon my kittycat." And with that he was back in the camp as he teleported. After stretching his back he called you. "Y/N! Where is my favourite girl hiding?" You were almost outside the camp, sitting at one of the largest rocks, taking notes and sketching the mountains located on the north. You tried to escape from all of the mean glances and comments. “Hey, you,” one of the guards pointed his laser gun at you. “Higgs is seeking you in the camp. Move your ass to him.” With a loud sigh escaping your lips you closed the sketchbook and pinned your hair in a ponytail. While walking back to the camp, you were thinking about your purpose, it was pretty frustrating that you didn’t remember anything even after such a long period of time.

Higgs waited with hands crossed on his chest. He gave you a wicked smile as soon as he noticed you approaching. “Ah! Here is my lady with no past. I was getting fucking worried you are gone."

“Me? Gone? I have nowhere to go,” you replied to him with disarming honesty. “Good to see you, you’ve been gone for a longer while...,” you hesitated after saying this as you knew he’ll assume you missed him. Thanks Beach he didn’t realize yet it was all true.

"My cute deflowered sweetheart missed me," Higgs chuckled softly with a wide smile, showing the line of white teeth. "I missed you too and I was away, indeed. I’ve been thinking from where you came and I may have an idea."

Hearing his words you tilted your head aside a little. “Tell me?,” you asked.

"Well, my little, sexy kitten might be Bridges' property. Am not sure yet but I sure will find out!," He said loudly and shrugged. "I even have an idea how I will do it."

While you were listening to his words, your thoughts drifted in some unknown way and when you gathered your attention, you gave him a brief nod. “I see.” A deep sigh left your parted lips as you glared up at him. “Hey, I’ve been wondering whether there's something I can do around the camp, I hate how others are making fun of me and the fact that my only purpose here is to warm your cock up,” you rubbed your temples. “I can do anything, bring packages, clean, whatever.”

He chuckled at your question. It was simply stupid. "You are here to be by my side. To be a good girl," Higgs said, gently touching your cheek. "Tell me who bothered you and I will take care of this." A shiver ran along your spine as he touched your cheek; his tenderness was light like a touch of butterfly wings yet his fingers seemed to burn marks on your face. “Forget about it,” you asked him quickly as you dared to put your palm on top of his.

Higgs laughed and grabbed your waist, pulling you as close as possible. "Listen I know you might have a soft heart but it's all about the example. So? Which of those fuckers did it?," He asked again.

You licked your lips and bit the lower one as you got stressed. “If you truly care for me, leave it. I can handle as I don’t care,” you asked him once again while wrapping arms around his chest and nuzzling your head to him.

He squezzed your waist and smiled. "Kitten. You forgot who I am. No one dares to hurt what's mine, even with stupid insults," Higgs summed up and gently pushed you aside to walk to the group of terrorits. He smiled softly looking at others. "Okay! Listen up, fuckers. Which one of you was brave enough to throw stupid words at my girl?"

“Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath as you realized what was happening. You followed him quickly and stood by his side, swallowing hardly while your sight slipped over all the gathered men.

“It was me,” one of them stepped ahead from the group, keeping his head produly up. “Listen, Higgs, we all know that you’re the most powerful of us but it’s fucking rude to be the only one who gets laid and who’s allowed to have a girl around. Most of us don’t like her presence as all she does is lurking around, no purpose, no skills,” the guy continued to speak. “Would be better if you sent her away or killed her. No one needs her around, except you. You’re not better than any of us.”

Higgs hummed listening to the complaints. Then he walked in the line, from left to right with his hands placed behind his back. "If I can be honest. She is more worthy than any of you here but…," he said slowly, rubbing his chin, "But you, bastards, you all are fucking lucky. IT'S YOUR LUCKY FUCKING DAY! Because instead of killing you all and leaving your bodies at Bridges doorsteps, I will fix what you all are complaining about," Higgs announced and looked at you.

You frowned a little at his words.

“So? Will you send her away?,” the man asked, his eyes and you.

Higgs wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling your tightly to his side.

"Oh, Y/N, Y/N... You see, these men here are mad at me because I gave you no duties," he let out a loud sigh, petting your hair. "So, from now on, this lovely lady here is my second in command! You insult her - you insult me and trust me fellas, you don't wanna do that. Thank you for the attention, get back to your fucking duties!," Higgs snorted at the men, kissing your cheek, and then walked away like nothing ever happened.

You almost fainted when he claimed you for his deputy. You felt the piercing glances of his men on you and you already knew it would bring even more troubles. After a second of thinking, you ran after him. “Higgs, I don’t think it’s a good idea, I have like… I mean… I’m not as charismatic as you, I can’t command people,” you tugged on his sleeve to stop him from walking. “They already hate me, now it will escalate,” you shook your head. “Let’s face the truth, I’m no one, I have no idea how to… You know.”

Higgs effortlessly picked you up. "If they will, then they will meet the friendly BTs. You are working with me now. Don't worry, I will handle everything."

To support yourself from falling, you instinctively wrapped legs around his hips and nuzzled to his chest. “Thank you, Higgs. You’re doing so much to me when I did so less in return. I have no idea how some people can call you a terrorist or a bad guy. I wish they could spend at least one day around you and I bet they’d agree with me on the fact you’re not only a great, fearless leader but also a charming, caring man.”

Higgs laughed. "I nuked two towns. I want to end the fucking world. No one else but you would like me, dear," he summed up before placing a soft kiss to your rosy lips.

When the evening came, Higgs was positive about his idea. He had to get into Bridges place and dig through their documents. If you’ve ever been one of them, your documents should be there.

"How do I look, my sexy second in command?," Higgs asked, presenting himself wrapped in an old Bridges uniform. "Let's not foeget about the fucking crown," he joked putting the Bridges hat on.

You two were in Higgs' tent. You were laying on your side on his cot resting head on your hand. "You look fucking handsome, as always," you informed him. "This uniform hugs your ass nicely though," you didn't stop yourself from adding. "Are you sure you won't be to assist you? I'm going to be sad while you'll be gone," you slowly sat on the cot.

" I will do it myself. This can't be hard, there is only one lady as sweet as you. I will find it quickly and before you’ll count to ten - I am going to be fucking back," Higgs said improving the belt. "After that, I will fuck you so hard that the whole camp will hear the second in commend screaming under the leader."

A soft chuckle of yours escaped your mouth as the reaction for his statement. "After your return, I'll just take care of you, make sure you eat and drink and later we will cuddle," you told him while getting up. "And if you'll be a good boy, I'll think of a prize." You walked to him and wrapped your arms around him. "Promise me you'll be careful and won't let them catch you."

"Sweetheart. I feel so fucking hurt right now! I thought you have more faith in me," Higgs chuckled and squeezed your cheek playfully. "Don't make your sweet little face worried about it. They will never get me."

When he vanished you circled his tent a few times before taking a seat in the corner, just like you did the first day when he found you in the cave.

Getting inside was a child's play. Who would mind a porter wandering the corridors? Of course fucking no one.

The archives were a mix of papers and computer data. Going through the second thing was easy, yet your face didn't flash on any document, and it was fine.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you weren't Bridges. That would be a fucking relief.

After an hour of digging through papers, Higgs was sitting on the floor with legs crossed. He was reading through one of the folders when the ones he read previously were scattered around him like snow.

The door to the archive slides open and Samuel Bridges stepped in; he had to pick some folders up to deliver them to Lake Knot City. He became suspicious when he spotted a mess and folders laying on the floor. As he stepped further into the long room, he found even more documents scattered everywhere. "You. Who are ya and what are ya doing here?," He asked, his tone cold as he spotted a man sitting in the middle of the room.

Higgs didn't raise his eyes until he was done with the folder he was holding in palms, after reading through it he simply threw it over his shoulder.

"Ah! Sammy boy! It's nice to see you again, sorry but I don't have time for a chit chat. I am looking for something," he shrugged, taking another folder into his hands.

Sam cringed at the sound of the voice, too familiar. It couldn’t be a coincidence. "Higgs? What the fuck?," He asked in disbelief as he walked closer to the other man. "How did you... Ah, right. You jumped through the Beach," Sam replied himself. "Leave it," he pulled the folder out of Higgs' hands.

"You are a smart boy, ain't ya?," He laughed and in another folder he saw your photo.

"BINGO! Here you are, sweetheart!" Higgs said loudly and jumped back to his feet. "Tell me, Sammy boy, do you know anything about a particular porter? Her name is Y/N?"

Sam blinked, he was getting more confused with every second. "What's your problem, Higgs, have you fallen in love? Ah, right, it's hard to make connections when you don't have a heart," Sam grinned wryly at the other man. "Even if I know, I won't tell you, that's not your business since the day you and the tide has turned. Give it back," Sam yanked the hat off Higgs' head.

Higgs laughed and rolled his eyes, tucking your folder under his suit to make sure Sam won't get it. "Well! To your surprise I fell in love. Just like you. Well! But you’re not in love anymore. I bet that wife of yours was beautiful…," He mocked walking around Sam. "But she was blind for taking a chance on ya."

Sam reacted instantly with aiming his first at Higgs' cheek. "Apologize, you useless fucker, and give me the fucking folder back."

Higgs only laughed at the reaction. "Wife and unborn child. Such a shame, maybe that is why you are so sad and grumpy, and developed this phobia of yours," Higgs laughed playfully. "You know what? I like you, you can keep the cap. I have few from the old, good days. It was nice to see you again, Sammy boi!," Higgs licked the tip of Sam's nose before disappearing.

Sam tried to grab Higgs by his Bridges uniform but he didn't manage. Cursing under his breath he quickly left the archive without picking the folder he came there for; he had to inform Deadman about the situation.

You were dreaming about some crazy ass things like dolphins trying to pull you under water when Higgs returned. You were still sitting in the corner of his tent, knees pulled under your chin, your arms wrapped around them as you were rolled in a ball.

Before entering the tent, Higgs took a brief look at the info about you gathered in the folder he stole. He wasn't sure what to think. After entering the tent he looked at you and chuckled quietly, getting on your level by crouching. Higgs brushed hair off of your forehead and placed a kiss there. "Ding ding, ding! Honey, I am home. Where is my promised dinner?"

You jolted in place, your muscles twitched and you almost screamed. You opened eyes and for a brief second they were getting used to the light of the lamp. When you saw him crouching next to you, you knelt and wrapped arms around his neck, pulling him into the tight hug. "Higgs! I dreamt they got you! I was so... Scared! You're back! Holy Beach, I was so scared." As you were hugging him he could easily feel the beat of your racing heart, even though your suit. "Let me bring you something. I tried to get you pizza but... I failed."

Higgs hugged you tightly, holding you with both arms. "Well, maybe it's because you slept on the floor. I didn't get these fancy pillows and blankets for nothing," he chuckled, rubbing your back. "It's okay, sugar. I will make Sam deliver us some. Look what I got," he said proudly, showing you the folder.

You shivered. "Is this... Is this mine?," You asked him as you sat on the floor. "Who am I then?," You made puppy eyes and looked right into his.

"You are a porter apparently. Ex now, technically. Good one," Higgs summed up. “Y/N. Working for Bridges for 5 years. Fast and careful with her deliveries, open for contacts with clients as well as fellow porters. Went missing in action. Y/N delivered the assigned package yet never made it back to any of the existing facilities. There were no voidouts that could mean her death. No body nor evidences were ever found. Investigation in that case brought nothing, so Y/N is presumed dead but there's still a slight chance of her being still alive. Signed by: Director Die-Hardman," Higgs ended reading the last note in your folder.

You nodded. "So... They're not looking for me... So, in this situation... I can be whoever I want because I think they wouldn't let me get back..."

"It's not that you are kicked out. I bet that as soon as you would get to any of their places, they would take care of you. They think you are dead but with a possibility of return," he explained. "Y/N? I need to ask you something."

You looked at him like a kid would look at the parent. "Yes?"

"Is this a hoax? I walked into Bridges without problem and then? I get fucking Sam Bridges into the archive. My people were doing their job and you come out of nowhere. You don't know who you are yet you cling to me so suddenly," he said with a frown. "Is this a trap? Did they send you to get inside? To get to me?"

You lowered your head. "Even if they did, I don't remember. I told you many times, I have no idea how I found myself outside, all alone, only with a backpack. I'm clingy because... I...," You started blushing so you got up to take a seat on his cot. "You showed me affection, you offered me your generosity, hospitality... You were kind when no one else was. You took care of me and kinda taught me how to survive in this shit."

Higgs joined you on the coat. "You promise me that the note, and your lack of memory isn't just a way to get to me?"

"I cross my heart," you assured him with a serious tone. "I don't care what you have done and why do they want to get to you but God's my witness I won't tell anyone about you." The fact he even could think about you being a spy hurt you much but you kept a straight face.

"I am sorry for accusing you for anything," Higgs whispered into your ear before pulling you on his lap. “Ya know, gotta be careful about some certain things.”

You nuzzled to the crook of his neck. "It's okay, I understand, I would be suspicious too if I were you."

Higgs smiled, playing with your hair. "My little porter," he said with a smile. "Only mine."

You inhaled his scent, the sweet mix of a masculine musk and warmth of his skin. You placed a kiss to his bearded cheek and brushed your against his shortly after. Your arms wrapped around his chest. "Thank you for all you've done to me, for keeping me safe."

"And I will keep on keeping you safe. Not a single fucking Bridges will ever lie a finger on you again. You will stay with me till the end of the world we know," Higgs said, squeezing you tightly.

A sad sigh escaped your lips. "Till the end."

#higgs monaghan #higgs monaghan x reader #higgs monaghan fic #death stranding #higgs monaghan fiction #death stranding fic #homo demens #reader insert #writers on tumblr #man in the golden mask #the particle of god that permeates all existence

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 77

Harper arched her back in bliss, it was like life was being breathed into her again after a lifetime of coma, his skin rubbing against hers, it was intoxicating to feel all those muscles on his back flexing and rippling under her fingers, to say she had missed him and that cathedral of a body was an understatement. Hard and throbbing he pushed himself agaist her and there was nothing else she could or wanted to do then open her legs and welcome him back inside her warm body that had been deprived of his love and attention for way too long, “I need you inside of me” she breathed in his ear, he was being considerate with foreplay as always, but the fire was burning out of control already, it was time for the real deal, her head fell back and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ as he slowly entered her, making her feel like she was going to burst. No matter how many times they had made love in the past, she would never get used to his gigantic size. “You ok?” he held himself up on stretched arms above her, with a mix of lust and concern in his glazed over eyes. Without a word but with a simple grin, she clasped her legs around his waist to urge him to move and push himself further and even deeper inside of her. Jared threw his head in his neck with a blissful groan. It was her whispered “come on big boy, just fuck me real hard and good” that drove him insane and his hips started a hard, slow thrusting that had her completely breathless by the time he sped things up. Slowly she was losing her mind in the best way possible, she lost all control over her speech, all she could utter were moans of painful, yet delightful pleasure, seeing her wriggle underneath him was so intoxicating even if they were doing plain missionary, her hands kneading her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples, moaning and groaning her way up to a much needed orgasm but that orgasm would have to wait a little, first he was going to destroy that sweet pussy of hers even harder. “I fucking love you so much” he groaned at her, a rush of blood clouding his head, it had been too long, he wasn’t going to last long but it didn’t matter, they could do it again and again and again all through the night and if not tonight then there was always the rest of their lives, because he wasn’t going to let her slip away anymore. His hips pushed harder and faster, the white hot heat building up in his groin with every thrust, Harper was suddenly swept up in a whirlwind of sensations and right after him, she too screamed out her orgasm.

Fifteen minutes later they were still glued to each other, like both their bodies had morphed into one, “don't ever leave me again, I don't wanna be without you, not even for one more second” he breathed against her forehead, being the first to break the silence between them. He could see Harper's faint smile and then she exhaled so deep like she had been waiting a lifetime to exhale and that's when he saw the tears roll down, “hey, hey, what's wrong? Babe?” he cupped her face in his hands “did I say or do something wrong?”. Harper shook her head, “No..it's not you..I don't know what's wrong..” she sniffed through her tears, “you just had so much on your plate..all that pent up stress and tension..” he kissed her wet eyes. “Just let it go, we're together now and that's all that matters, I'll help you through this, I promise” he pulled her even closer to him, dotting butterfly kisses all over her tear-stained face and his heart jumped when she held on to him and released all the tears she had in her. “I've missed you so much” she breathed, “not as much as I missed you, I was so lost without you” Jared reassured her but she suddenly pulled away from him, with a look that betrayed she didn't believe him “what? What is it?” fear squeezed his throat together. “Steph..you had a call with Steph before..you say you've missed me so much, but you still hooked up with her so soon after..us..oh djeez, now I sound like a jealous bitch” she knew she was being completely irrational but she just could help it. “You have every right to say what you say, you're right, it was the old me that resurfaced after you and I..well after we split up” he kept caressing and kissing her hair to have her relax a bit, he didn't want things to escalate between them, “I'm not that man anymore, that's all I can say”. Harper squinted her eyes “how do I know that? You were that man until..what? 48 hours or so ago?” it was a valid question, “true..but hooking up with Steph was out of..spite..I wasn't myself when you left me..I lost it and fell back into old habits..” he tried to explain but she was having none of it. “Old habits? I don't know if they're really old habits, or just who Jared is? We split up because you cheated remember?” this was not going well, not well at all, “I know..and I also know there's nothing I can say to change your mind, but I'm not gonna fuck things up between us ever again, I swear, just have a little faith..”. He was right, there was nothing he could say to miraculously make his past disappear, she had decided to take the plunge and given in to her feelings for him again, so she would just have to stick with it and start believing in his good intentions. “I think I can do that..” those six little words were all it took to defuse the situation, “good girl..Steph is out of my life, I chose you and I'll always choose you, I let things cloud my vision for the last time, she's a dumb mistake that's in the past, you are everything I need for a bright future” he kissed her bottom lip to erase the tiny pout that formed on there. “Just love me Jared, that's all I can ask, just love me the way only you can” she returned his kiss and soon all the tears were washed away by another round of glorious lovemaking.

”Any news?” Jared came walking out of the bathroom with a towel riding dangerously low on his hips, “no..no news” sighing she put her phone back on the nightstand and got a bit lost in her thoughts again, “no news is good news, right?” he sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed her thigh. “I guess so..I'll call Arno later on” she started to resurface again but she wasn't completely out yet, “so what do you want to do today?” his voice was so soft and tender, “Oh..well, I was thinking of checking in with Charles, even though I still think he's the root to all this evil..you know, bringing my parents here..” she sighed, “I know, but I honestly think that he had everyone's best intentions in mind..he's pretty shook up about everything's that happened..anyway, I'll come with you, we'll face him together, alright?” he tried to kiss her doubts away, but he knew they would only disappear when she faced Charles again and talked things through with him.

He loved walking around New York with her, here he felt he could do it because he could keep a certain kind of anonymity here, NY always kept it real, in sharp contrast to the gossip and glamour of LA, of which he was reminded by the constant buzzing in his pocket from Steph blowing up his phone even after he told her he wanted nothing more to do with her. The wonderful smell of fresh baked bread greeted them as he held the door open for Harper walking into the renowned bakery/coffee bar, “I love this place” he took off his coat and sat down, grabbing her hands, “and I didn't just choose it for its' wonderful breakfast but also for another reason” he grinned and looked out the window pointing “remember?”. Harper followed his gaze and then it dawned on her “Oohhh, the place where we first met..” she swallowed hard in excitement “that was such a weird moment”. Jared sat back grinning “weird and yet so amazing and so..normal, deep in my heart I wasn't surprised to see you turn up, I guess deep down I was really hoping it'd be you”, they were interrupted to place their order, which they did but as soon as the waiter left Harper squeezed his hand. “You were hoping for Coco to show up because you had met Harper first? Or were you feeling guilty somehow that you were going to meet Coco and in the back of your mind you were hoping for Harper?” her difficult question had him frowning and thinking for a second, pondering on his answer “Honestly, I was so fond of you both, I dreaded having to give up one for the other and then I got my prayers answered when Harper Coco showed up, I was so torn, there was Coco who was so intruiging and funny and artistic and mysterious who I was so completely besotted with even though I had never seen her, I knew in the depth of my heart that no matter how she looked, I'd fallen for her hook, line and sinker..and then there was Harper who was equally artistic and genius and completely nuts, fighting off guys twice her size, very high in energy, you were like a fucking loaded gun” his grin became bigger and bigger just talking about her “and then there was the way Harper looked that had my hormones racing, girl, I was so fuckin' jealous of Sean at the time, just the fact that you both were so physically and emotionally close”.

Harper nearly choked on her coffee “Sean and I..close? What a frikkin' nightmare he turned out to be, but it's kinda cute that you were actually jealous!! I didn't know what to make of you really..you constantly blew hot and cold on me” she lathered up a croissant with butter. “Oh really? surely there must have been something you liked about me?” he was fishing for compliments now, even after all this time she hadn't put all of her cards on the table, “I thought you had the cutest bubble butt I had ever seen” she giggled, it was a treat seeing her laugh again. “I agree, that is one of my finest assets” he hiccupped “what else?”, she stopped chewing for a second “apart from the fact that you're incredibly easy on the eye, you were also prepared to be my best friend and you supported my work from day one, that meant and means the world to me, but what I love the most about you is that you're so unconventional, you're quirky and extremely ambitious and driven but you also got the biggest heart, you were always there for me when I needed and need you most”. Every single compliment she was paying him made his heart burst, “you know you may have lost your title, but your true nobility and aristocracy always comes shining through, and then I haven't mentioned your breathtaking beauty yet”. Harper shifted uncomfortably in her seat “ok, ok, enough with the compliments..we've given each other a new chance so let's not try and fuck it up again..shall we start with that?” she pushed a strawberry in her mouth, she always had a hard time dealing with compliments. “Don't say 'fuck' too much, I'm having trouble enough keeping my cool just thinking about everything that we did last night..even you eating that strawberry is almost enough to send me over the edge, I'm getting old” he wiggled in his chair to make his point clear. “Old? You? Oh honey, after two toecurling orgasms, old is not the word that instantly comes to mind” teasing him, she let another strawberry slip between her plump lips, giggling again like a school girl when she saw him squirm in his seat even more. “Anyway, we're in a public place so let's try and keep our hormones under control” there was a faint smile and a deep sigh as she came back to reality that wasn't exactly shiny and bright for her at the moment. “I wish I could cancel every point on my agenda and just disappear for a while..I just wish I could go back to that carefee time before all this” she took a sip of her hot coffee and stared at the spot where they first met, her eyes glazing over with the memory. Jared grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb over it “I totally get that..why don't you come back with me to LA in a few days? We can pack up your stuff at your apartment and have it shipped to LA”. Harper's mouth fell open when he dropped that bomb “What? Wait..LA?” she pulled her hand back, “it's where I live, so yeah that's what I mean, LA is a lot more chill than New York, you'll move in with me and we can hide from the world for a while”. Harper's eyes became saucers “move in..with you?” she whispered in shock, “well yeah, unless you have some secret lover there that I don't know about and were planning to move in with him..of course I want you to move in with me, silly!”.

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Hostage [Arthur Morgan x Reader]

Ono, I’ve committed another smutty fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Y’all remember “Kidnapped”? It’s the sequel. Arthur and reader's relationship develops and it leads to some smutty stuff.

It’s mad long. And weird. And a little bit kinky, too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but I know you like it ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) smut ahead, of course.

BIG THANKS TO @ugh-my-back WHO DID THE BETA-READING AND HELPED ME GREATLY WITH LITERALLY EVERYTHING 😭❤️❤️❤️

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You've been with the van der Linde gang for weeks.

You were never truly their hostage. Arthur stated clearly why he brought you to camp, but even after realizing how much they could demand for your release, none of the folks treated you like you'd expect someone in your position to be treated. They untied your hands immediately and didn't tie them back when you sobered up; they let you sleep off your inebriation on a quite comfy cot and fed you in the morning; they never locked you up or constricted you in any other way, they let you walk among them freely. Well, almost freely, as there was always someone who had an eye on you.

Arthur was that someone, to be exact. He was always watching, always close to you, yet still keeping his distance. You didn’t mind that, at least at the beginning. You never talked about what had happened on his horse and acted pretty civil towards each other, but you couldn't deny that this night woke something in you. Something that not only didn't want to subside even after you realized that he probably wasn't interested in taking your friendship to the next level, but grew stronger with every passing day.

Despite his rough nature, Arthur Morgan - yes, you eventually learned his last name - turned out to be a fine man. He realized pretty quickly that you had no idea how to survive in a world outside your family mansion and was kind enough to teach you the basics of living in the wilds. First, he showed you how to shoot a gun, letting you train with his own revolver, which seemed pretty intimate to you. And so were his touches when he corrected your position or readjusted your grip. You tried your best to focus, but every brush of his coarse hands against your skin felt like a flame spreading in your body, making your knees weak. He was probably fully aware of the effect he had on you, but never said anything about it, never took advantage of it, nor acted improperly, even despite the fact you were usually alone during these lessons. To your surprise, you realized that you actually felt sad about that.

But he wasn't completely passive, you noticed at some point, he did show some interest in you. Sometimes you could have even sworn that he was purposefully teasing you. Seemingly innocent smiles that belied not so innocent thoughts, given away by that mischievous twinkle in his eyes. The way he put his hands on your shoulders when he joined your conversations, or these subtle "accidental" touches when he was passing you, that carried a hidden message you couldn’t fully understand. He sure wanted something from you, but never expressed it clearly. It was confusing.

You were determined to figure that out. To figure him out. You tried to spend as much time as possible in his company, helping him out with his camp chores, or just sitting beside him by the campfire. One evening, when you were slightly tipsy and in great mood - thanks to equally tipsy Sean and his stories - you gathered up enough courage to put your hand atop Arthur's. He let you keep it there, and you saw a glimpse of a slight smile tugging at his lips for a while, but that was the only reaction your gesture provoked. Maybe he was reluctant to open up and show his feelings in front of the gang members, you thought later, a man like him could not want the others to see his softer and vulnerable side. So you changed your approach.

You were doing everything to spend as much time with him outside the camp as possible, trying to bond and waiting for him to reveal his true intentions. You were trying to get closer to him during your shooting lessons. You also eagerly followed him on his everyday hunting trips, which he allowed, as you were supposed to learn how to provide food in the wilds. Yes, you definitely needed those skills. And you tried hard to do as he was saying, but you were usually too occupied with studying him and just enjoying your time alone to actually listen to his instructions.

"You're gonna be so dead when we finally release you." He commented one day, when you missed a clear shot because you were more interested by the way Arthur bit on his lower lip while focusing than the animal before you.

"If you release me." You corrected, giving him a sheepish smile. He didn't look angry though, rather kind of amused. "So far my father doesn’t seem willing to pay you anything. Maybe he just threw your letter on the pile of "to read when I'm not so busy" papers, which is never, as he’s always busy. That sounds like him. Maybe he didn't even notice that his "beloved" daughter's gone missing. Or maybe…" You moved closer to him, and his eyes involuntarily darted to your lips. Interesting. "you misinterpreted and I'm not worth anything."

You hoped that having you so close, alone and looking him straight in the eyes, will spur him into action. For a moment it seemed to be working, he leaned in and slightly tilted his head, as if he was going to kiss you. And you were sure he was, so you slowly closed the gap between you two, but when your lips nearly brushed his, he drew back, avoiding your gaze. You immediately thought that you misunderstood his intentions and felt like a fool. How could you have expected that a man like him would want to kiss a woman like you? Teasing, innocent flirting, and even that damn night were one thing, but this? This was probably too intimate and meaningful.

"[Y/N], why’d you leave your home?" He asked suddenly, when you were on the way to your horse. A fine beast Arthur stole for you one day and taught you to ride properly - like an outlaw, not a lady.

"What? Why are you asking?"

"You told me that your family treated you badly, but... I thought you came here prepared, having some basic survival skills."

"I have them now, right? You taught me how to shoot a gun, and I do it fine when my target stands motionless right before me. You also taught me how to fish, and how to cook over an open fire. I can survive now, barely, but I would manage somehow. Why, are you going kick me out now? Or you're just going to nag me about that deer I missed?"

"No and no. I'm just wondering what was the real reason you left your home, so suddenly and without a plan."

"It wasn't sudden, it was growing in me for years. That feeling, an awful realization that I don't want to live my life as my parents' doll, or a prize wife of some boring prick, who can't see past the sum on his bank account. I knew that if I'd stayed, I could have never truly been myself. I just wanted to live, for real. Make my own decisions and finally be free. And maybe see a bit of the world, too."

"But your little adventure ended pretty quickly, with a bunch of outlaws" He remarked, approaching you in two long strides. "who kidnapped you and now keep you as their hostage."

"I was a hostage before our paths crossed, Arthur." You pointed out somberly, mounting your horse. "Yes, you kidnapped me to make me your hostage, but also gave me more freedom than I could have ever imagined. You freed me from my previous life, and now you’re giving me the possibilities to lead another one. An independent one. A life of my own. Looking at it all now, I can tell for sure that meeting you that night was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are right, I came here completely unprepared. I could have been robbed, raped, murdered even. But you found me before any of that happened, and even though your intentions were impure, I'm really grateful for that."

The man said nothing about your confession, only nodded as if in understanding. But looking at the way he reacted to it - by grabbing his belt, what was, as you'd learned from observing him, how he kept himself comfortable in stressing situations; and lowering his eyes - you could say for sure that your words got to him.

“I really mean it, Arthur.”

"If I knew I was being a knight on a white horse, I would sure act like one. Or at least wouldn't act like a bastard. I'm sorry, [Y/N]. For treating you so horribly." He raised his head and looked you in the eyes with something you could only define as shame. "I just... wasn't myself that day. I mean, I'm an idiot every day, but then I was even a bigger fool than usual. I'm sorry for that, [Y/N], truly."

"I'm not mad, but it confused me. You confuse me." You admitted. "You did something like that to me, said we were going to be friends, and then didn't act on that promise. You were teasing me for weeks, getting my hopes for something more up, and then doing nothing about it. What do you want from me, Arthur Morgan? What you really want?"

"I... don't know, [Y/N]. I legit don't know anymore. That day I was really desperate, okay? I met someone from my past, someone who was very dear to me, and that encounter didn't go well, to say the least. I came to that saloon to drink my sorry ass into a stupor and forget about everything and everyone around me. But instead of finding my solace in alcohol, I found you. I don't even know what I was thinking that night, I was drunk, angry, and so damn hopeless."

Seeing the everyday facade of a cruel and heartless outlaw Arthur usually hid behind, it was so easy to forget that he was still a man capable of feeling and showing emotions, full of self-doubt and uncertainty about his own morality and the actions he took. So far you hadn't had many occasions to behold this side of him, and watching it surge to the surface now was so completely unexpected that you were sitting there stunned, not knowing what to say. Should you comfort him somehow? Should you ask him what made him so sad? Tell him you had no idea he didn't feel well, because he didn't look or act like that? You were absolutely bewildered. All you could do was watch as he grabbed your reins, as if he feared you could leave before he could say all the things he wanted you to hear, and looked at you with remorse in his eyes.

"I took you with me because I thought that I could... we could..." He tried to explain himself. "Yes, it was mostly about money, but also... You was so nice to me, and I just didn't want to be alone that night. With you I felt better, and later I saw that you was fond of me. Of course you was, idiot me made you hopeful for something more between us. And honestly, I've been thinking about it since that night. But I can't do this to you, [Y/N]. I'm an outlaw, murderer, a bad man..."

"Not in my eyes." You cut him off, and before he had a chance to open his mouth and speak again, you leaned down to him and pressed your lips against his. Maybe it was wrong, you didn't think it through, just acted on an impulse; but at that moment you wanted him to shut up and stop degrading himself.

He was clearly surprised by your bold move, but didn't push you away, which you took as a sign to continue. You kissed a man only once in your life, when you were fifteen and slightly smitten with the garden boy your family hired, but you instinctively knew what to do. Or at least you thought you did. Luckily for you, after a moment of shock, Arthur decided to not only kiss you back - the realization that he was no longer just passively letting you kiss him without taking any action made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazies - but also take the lead. The kiss became unexpectedly passionate within seconds; carried away with all the feelings that surged over him, Arthur pulled you off your horse and pressed against his muscular chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. After denying the need to be loved for so long he was absolutely love-starved and your affection intoxicated him completely. At some point of your heated makeout he lost balance and landed on the ground, with you on top of him. But he didn't break the kiss even for a second.

The feeling of his voracious lips against yours drove you completely insane, but you lost the last bits of control over yourself when he pushed his tongue past your teeth, and hungrily explored your mouth. Your hands were all over him even before the fall, but now one of them snuck between your pressed bodies, into his pants, and grabbed his crotch. Through the thin fabric of his union suit you could feel the outline of his member perfectly; he was still quite flaccid, but after a couple of firm strokes you felt it harden under your touch. Arthur's lips finally left yours and let out a shaky breath. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes when a wave of pleasure surged through his body.

"[Y/N], stop." He whispered softly, trying to grab your wrist. Your hand immediately stopped its movements, but didn't withdraw from his pants.

"Is something wrong?"

"You ain't never laid with a man before, have you?"

"Why do you think that?" You probably weren't doing as good as you thought. Or your poor kissing skills gave you away.

"That's pretty obvious. You come from a good family, so you was probably raised to be a decent girl, and your innocence was highly protected."

"I'm not so decent anymore, remember? But you are correct, I’ve never been with man before. Is that a problem?"

"Not for me." He blessed you with the prettiest and warmest smile you have ever seen in your life.

"I want you, Arthur." You confessed, before he had a chance to belittle himself or say something about him not being good enough for a 'lady like you'. "I would love you to be my first." And only, crossed your mind unexpectedly.

Arthur seemed to be both delighted and slightly worried about your statement. He felt honored and absolutely overjoyed that you openly declared your willingness to be with a man like him, ugly and miserable outlaw, who had nothing to offer to you. But he also knew that you could do better. Still, it was your decision and damn, at this moment he felt like he could do anything you asked for, respecting your choices - even these poor ones, like him - included. So despite his doubts, he decided to let you have him. But not like that, you deserved something better than quick dirty sex on the forest floor.

"Then at least let me make sure you enjoy it properly." He suggested and pulled your hand out of his trousers, then kissed it courteously. You would happily have him here and now, you didn't really care about it being special or memorable, like your mother used to say about your 'future wedding night', but eventually you agreed to do it his way.

Unluckily for you, your first time together had to be put off due to unpredictable circumstances the gang had encountered. One day Arthur, John, and Dutch came back from Valentine all bloodied up and with Strauss yelling something about being shot. You weren’t told exactly what happened, but you knew it was something bad. And big. Dutch ordered an immediate pack-up, in which you were actively involved, and you had to move your camp, very suddenly and to another state.

In Lemoyne things were different. Arthur was spending days on playing local lawmen and trying to outwit these two wealthy families, all to get to their money. You were usually busy with camp chores you were given as a member of the van der Linde gang. It's been over two months since Arthur brought you in and at this point everyone had already forgotten that you were actually a hostage there. For the first couple of weeks the folks were pretty hopeful that you could make them rich enough to make most of their problems go away - you were worth a small fortune, it seemed. But days were passing, another letters were sent, and your father didn’t even deign to send a word back. So after a few attempts to contact him, to no avail, no one probably believed that they would see even a cent for you. Dutch still had faith, being overly optimistic about matters associated with possible money income was peculiar to him, but the others understood that you were probably a lost cause. No one really minded though, as you were, by any means, one of them now.

Despite his rather tight schedule, Arthur could always find time to spend a moment with you. He wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, so among the others you confined yourselves to light brief touches and deep meaningful looks. He wasn't ashamed of what was between you two though, or trying to hide your relationship - he stated clearly and to everyone that you were his woman now and the other boys should back off. He just preferred to enjoy it in private. When no one was watching, he was becoming a completely different man. And it wasn't only about heated kisses and intimate (but never too intimate) touches you exchanged when you were lying together at night, or sitting alone by the fire. It was more about the connection that was born between you two. After some time Arthur grew so comfortable around you that he wasn’t afraid to show you his real face. He could talk about everything, or just sit in silence and enjoy your company. You learned more about his insecurities, his doubts, and even his thoughts about the situation the gang wound up in. He told you about his past and you gladly shared your story. It felt so good to be able to let it all out, for both of you; to finally have someone so close and trusted that opening up didn't feel wrong. You were beginning to be really satisfied with your life. But your happy times couldn't last forever.

Due to the character of his "profession", and also his short temper, Arthur often came back to camp covered in blood, bruises, and sometimes even wounded. You were never happy about that, but despite that you always helped clean these up, or patched your man up if needed. At some point you even got kind of used to that. At least he was fine after all, you told yourself. But one time he didn't come back. Dutch said they had split during the parley with that enemy gang and later he was nowhere to be found. It was so unlike Arthur to disappear without a word, in such an important moment, and you dreaded to think what could have happened to him. The truth about his disappearance came to light a couple days later, when he appeared unexpectedly in Clemens Point, wearing nothing but his union suit, and fell off his horse before anyone could reach him, weak and limp with fever and pain that grisly gunshot wound in his shoulder surely caused. He only managed to gasp out that the parley was a set-up and he got captured by that bastard Colm O'Driscoll, who tortured him and planned to use as a bait, and fell into a deep slumber.

He was bedridden for almost three weeks. First couple of days he lay completely unconscious with high fever. You stayed with him all day and all night, leaving his side only for a short while to catch some sleep, and tried to help him as best you could. You were no nurse, but you remembered how in your childhood days your family maids were taking care of you when you fell ill, and also listened to Grimshaw's advice. You put cold compresses on Arthur's forehead, around his wrists and ankles to bring down his fever. You washed the sweat away from his skin regularly and made sure his wound was clean and bandages always fresh. And, most importantly, you talked to him, almost all the time, hoping he could hear your voice and go back to you. Dutch said it was probably blood poisoning that got him, and thus he could not survive this. But you knew Arthur was a fighter, he wouldn't give up so easily. Not now. And you were right - after what seemed to be forever, he finally opened his eyes. His path to full recovery was long and painful - so much that two or three times he even agreed to take morphine Swanson offered him - but at least he was alive.

"What are you doing there?" You were delighted as one day, when you brought him a bowl of freshly made stew, you found him on the pier instead of his cot, sitting and scribbling something in his journal. He finally had enough energy to get up and walk around camp, which was a very good sign.

"Drawing."

"What?"

"You." He raised his head and took a quick look at you, for reference apparently, then went back to sketching.

"May I see?" You could always just crane your neck and glance at his creation, but no matter how curious you were, you always respected his privacy.

"Absolutely not." Arthur closed his journal and tucked his pencil behind his ear. "It's not finished yet."

"Will it ever be?" You gave him a simpering smile and handed him the stew. He gladly accepted, which was another good sign. "You look better."

"It's probably because I feel better. A bit dirty and unkempt, but definitely better."

"I could give you a trim If you want." You quickly examined his bushy beard, neglected since the day he disappeared, and his definitely longer than usual hair. Yeah, you should be able to deal with that. Hopefully. "And there's plenty of water around us, help yourself."

"A trim sounds nice, but I’ll better leave swimming in the lake to John." He decided, finally giving some attention to the bowl he was holding.

An amused smile tugged at your lips when you heard his comment. Normally sarcastic and witty Arthur was extraordinarily meek and silent during his recovery days. Seeing the old him back made you feel certain that he was indeed doing better.

"I'll leave you with your food now. Holler if you need me for more drawing reference."

"[Y/N] wait. Ride with me to Rhodes." He called after you. "I mean, not today, I'm probably not ready to ride a horse yet. But in a few days maybe. I could take a bath, and then we could spend some time together. Alone."

You knew exactly what he meant and felt your heart flutter in your chest. You had to wait a long time, but you knew he wouldn't forget about his promise. You really wanted that, so you nodded immediately, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, but you were not ashamed of how eager to spend some time alone with him you were and intended to show it to him. Arthur only smiled at you, in that exact way that made you want to take his face in your hands and press your lips against his in a long and passionate kiss, and got back to eating.

You arrived in Rhodes a week later. You didn't like this place, something about it made you feel uneasy, but having Arthur at your side helped to keep your nerves at bay. He booked a room in the saloon, and two baths, so you could focus on each other and not the fact that you smell and feel like a mixture of sweat and horseshit. You went first. You liked to keep yourself clean and did it regularly, as much as possible when living in a camp somewhere in the wild, so you needed only a quick scrubbing, and after making sure your most important parts were washed properly you could go back to your room. Arthur needed a little more time to make himself acceptably clean, so you had a moment to prepare yourself for what was going to happen. You had no idea how, though. Should you undress and wait for him sprawled on the bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile? Or should you keep your clothes on and let Arthur take care of that matter himself? Should you do something with your hair? Or prepare your lower parts somehow? You had no clue, so you did what your instincts told you. And left the rest to him.

When he came back to your room a couple minutes later, he found you sitting comfortably on the bed, with the first two buttons of your shirt open and the belt already unbuckled. He sure liked what he saw, you figured, looking at the contented smile that flickered across his face. And you had to admit that you also liked the view before you - Arthur didn't bother to put his shirt back on, knowing that he would have to take it off again in a few moments, so his broad chest and deliciously muscled stomach were on full display. And those arms. You couldn't take your eyes off him, you always knew this man was attractive, but in this moment you realized how much. You wanted to touch him, run your fingers through the hair on his chest, follow his happy trail down his abdomen, past the waistband of his trousers, straight into his underwear…

"My my, look at you. I barely shucked off my shirt and you're all ready to jump on me." Arthur locked the door, so no drunken patron could disturb you. "Nervous?"

"A bit. But I really want you."

"Yes, I can see that." He sat beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His eyes roamed over your figure, lingering a bit longer on your cleavage. "I must warn you though. I ain't a gentle man when it comes to sex. I won't hurt you, but I like it rough."

"I know. I mean, I wouldn't expect anything else from a man like you. I’m ready."

"You're a smart girl. I knew you'd figure that out."

He took your hand in his and, without a word, guided it into his pants. His rough pubes brushed against your palm and you felt your heart pound fast in your chest, in unison with intensifying with every second throbbing between your legs, when your fingers finally found what you craved the most. You instinctively wrapped them around his still soft dick and gave it a few experimental strokes, reveling in soft pants that escaped his seductively parted lips. Arthur didn't say anything, didn't spur or instruct you in any way, only watched with a contented smile how eager to pleasure him you were. Even though you lacked certain skills, your hand felt amazing on his cock and he let you know about that by letting out a quiet but expressive groan that made you shift your gaze from his still clothed crotch to his slightly flushed face.

You locked your eyes with him as he caressed your cheek. You kept stroking him, experimenting with the pace and grip, and felt his member slowly harden under your touch. The effect you had on your man made you immensely proud of yourself. He looked like a wonder, with his naked chest rising and falling rapidly, rosy cheeks, and that lascivious smile that sent a wave of pleasant heat straight to your core. You couldn't resist and pressed your lips against Arthur's, tentatively at first, but you deepened the kiss when you felt his hands play with your breasts. You didn't put your camisole back on after the bath - pointless, you thought - so now only the thin fabric of your shirt separated your skin from his touch. It still felt good though, his skilled fingers made you shiver, kneading your flesh and rubbing your now erect nipples.

"I'd love to see them." He unexpectedly broke the kiss and, to your discontent, took his hands off you. "Show me your tits."

You obediently undid one button, then another, trying not to go too fast so you didn't seem too keen. Arthur's eyes were following every move your fingers made and you were sure he wouldn't mind, or would even prefer it, if you just ripped your clothes off. You felt his lustful gaze on your skin and knew he was very willing to see you naked, but even though he didn't hurry or scold you for undressing too slowly; he was only watching you fumble with your shirt, waiting patiently until you finally revealed your chest to him.

"You're so pretty." He purred, taking in the sight before him. He gently cupped one breast, then the other one, and you closed your eyes, succumbing to the sensation. "You like it when I touch them, don't you?"

"I like your touch in general, no matter what you're touching."

Arthur chuckled gutturally at your response.

"Good girl." But even though he was clearly pleased with you and your reactions, he took his hands off you, again. "I like your touch, too."

"So I've noticed." Your eyes darted to his crotch and that impressive bulge his dick made there.

"Eager to get back to business?" He undid his trousers and drew his half-hard cock out in one swift motion. You were staring with your mouth agape, absolutely enthralled, when he gave it a few unhurried tugs, letting out a quiet groan - his reaction was probably a bit exaggerated, but it sure had its effect on you. You wanted to make him groan like that, to make him moan and harden in your grasp, so you put your hand atop his, trying to make your intentions clear. "You want me to teach you how to jerk a man, me, off properly?"

You nodded vigorously.

"Don't get me wrong, you did amazing there." He assured, taking your hand in his and putting it on his member, making you wrap your fingers around it. "But I strongly believe that it's really important to learn what your partner likes most. And tell them what gets you going, too."

"Show me then."

Arthur guided your hand down on his shaft, then back up to the head, where he made you tighten your grip a little, and again to the base of his cock. He repeated the whole motion a couple times, going slowly, so you could watch his reactions and memorize how to cause them. Your eyes flicked to his flushed face, then back to your hand working on his dick, and you felt the throbbing between your legs grow unbearably strong. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself, give yourself some pleasure before Arthur could take care of the matter, but you decided to focus on satisfying him first. Your fingers couldn't measure up to what he was going to do with you anyway, and it was definitely worth the wait.

Gradually picking up the pace, he stroked himself to full hardness with your hand, and then released it, letting you go on your own. You eagerly followed his instructions and jerked him off with firm but unhurried tugs, adding a bit more pressure where you noticed he clearly liked it. Arthur loved every second of it, especially how bold and creative with your other hand you were, massaging his balls and raking your nails along the insides of his thighs, even though he hadn't suggested that. Pleasure took over him completely quicker that he could have anticipated, having considered being with an inexperienced woman, and he was barely able to control himself. He threw his head back and bucked his hips up, letting out a loud moan that was probably heard in the entire saloon.

"Shit." He panted out, suddenly catching your hands and making them stop their doings. "Shiiiit."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, quite the contrary. Shit. [Y/N], no offence, but you are a natural. I almost came just from that." You smiled triumphantly at his comment, not even trying to hide how proud of your work you were. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Definitely."

"Good. Because now it's my turn to have some fun."

Arthur's hand cupped your rosy cheek as he leaned over you, forcing you to lie down on your back. He pulled your trousers down almost effortlessly and spread your legs, taking in the sight he had before his eyes. You felt so exposed under his voracious gaze, roaming all over your figure, and so naked, even though you still had your underpants on. You let his eyes devour your body, impatiently waiting to be finally touched, but not giving him any hints on how wanting your were. At least not deliberately. He noticed it almost immediately though and his hands found their way to your inner thighs, where they rested for a while. He was waiting for your reaction and when he got it, as you whimpered softly, prompting him to make another move, his palms began their tantalizingly slow journey towards your crotch.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he finally dragged a finger along your clothed slit. It soon focused on your bud, rubbing it lazily in a circular motion. You still remembered how Arthur's touch felt on your naked clit and how it set you aflame, but even despite the layer of fabric separating your sensitive spot from his warm fingertips, his practiced strokes sent jolts of pleasure straight to your abdomen.

The friction was delicious and you loved it, but you definitely wanted more. And so did Arthur, apparently. Eventually, his hand found its way into your pants and, to your absolute delight, one of his fingers slipped in your cunt.

"So wet for me, again? I'm flattered." He pumped it in you, slowly and steadily at first, enjoying your soft breathy moans. Then, he added another finger and picked up the pace, every thrust of his hand made a slapping wet sound in your dripping hole. "Shit, you'll feel amazing on my cock"

"Then put it in already." You reached for his member, throbbing gently against his thigh, but he swatted your hand away.

"Patience, girl."

You felt you heart pound in your chest when you watched Arthur slide your panties down your legs and throw them behind his back. A sly smile tugged at his lips when he spread your thighs apart to give himself full access to your entrance and you were sure he would slip his fingers back in, but he had other plans. Instead, he dipped his head towards your crotch and dragged his tongue along your slit, lingering a bit longer on your sweet spot, where he put a little more pressure. A loud moan escaped your throat when he focused his ministrations on your bud, it felt way better than his fingers. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through your entire body and you had to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs of pleasure. Arthur didn't like that, he wanted the entire saloon - entire Rhodes! - to hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But simply telling you to keep your hands off your face would be too easy and too boring. He was a man who didn't fear challenge, so he was absolutely ready to make you scream his name so loud that even the residents of Saint Denis would know who was the one fucking up into you.

He lapped at your clit in a steady rhythm, with quick firm licks, but slowed his pace every time you seemed to start enjoying it too much, and tormented you with light swipes of his tongue against your sensitive bud until your muffled whimpers subsided into shaky sighs. Then he repeated the whole cycle again. You tried to get some control, but he was relentless; every time you threaded your fingers through his hair and pressed his head to your crotch, he stopped his doings and waited patiently until you started behaving again. The only thing you could do was give up and submit to his will – and at some point you did. It paid off, Arthur not only abandoned his torturous pattern, but also reached to your breasts and cupped one of them, adding new sensations to already intense stimulation.

Your entire body was on fire and you could barely control yourself. Arthur seemed to have even more fun watching your reactions, and when you loudly mewled his name, apparently not giving a damn about who might hear you anymore, he knew he had you in his power completely.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]." He praised you, giving your clit a short break. "And good girls deserve a reward. You want me to reward you?"

A shaky "yes" was enough to have his tongue lap at your sweet spot again. This time Arthur didn't play any games with you, didn't protest when you grabbed his hair, nor reprimanded you for trying to spur him on. He was determined to bring you pleasure and it took only seconds to have you exactly how he wanted you, squirming and wailing his name as your climax hit you hard and took over you completely, pouring bliss through your entire body. You pressed his head to your crotch and grinded against his face, using his mouth to prolong your ecstasy. It was glorious and absolutely breathtaking, way better than the orgasm he gave you on his horse. But definitely not how you wanted it today.

When your wits came back to you and you realized what just happened, you felt slightly confused. Was this your "reward"? One look at your man, watching you come down from your peak with an overtly contented expression, made it clear that it wasn't an accident. He made you come on purpose. But... why? Why he let you finish like that before... doing what you had expected him to do? Was this all he had planned for tonight? You thought you'd be making love, properly and fully, like you've dreamed since the day you met him. What Arthur did to you was truly wonderful, but you wanted something more. You wanted to feel one with him and thought he desired the same.

"You can do this again." He explained, having noticed the question in your eyes. "You can have another orgasm soon, and you should last longer before you reach it. Which means that we can have more fun."

"How do you know that?"

"A working lady I used to sleep with in Nevada taught me this, and a couple of other useful things, too."

"Oh. So, I'm in good and experienced hands."

Arthur let out a quiet chuckle, but when he spoke again, you heard a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"I know what you may be thinking about me, but the truth is, I'm not very... good with women. And I laid with very few. But they taught me a lot about their bodies, and mine too, and I'm going to use all this knowledge today. If you let me. Just trust me, [Y/N], and I promise you will never forget this night."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you." You pointed him, propping yourself up on your elbows. "And for your information, I don't think any negative things about you. Actually, my only thought now is: when will he continue?"

Another chuckle, this time distinctly more cheerful.

"So impatient.” His fingers brushed against your skin on their unhurried way up your inner thigh. "Don’t worry, we’re almost there. I just need to make sure you're properly prepared for what's about to come."

You definitely felt prepared and ready to have something more in your cunt than a finger he slipped in you, but he was the experienced one here and you indeed trusted his knowledge. One digit felt like nothing inside your already overstimulated pussy and you let Arthur know about that by grabbing his wrist and trying to force his hand to thrust into you deeper and harder. He didn't intend to torture you this time, so he listened to your subtle suggestion and put another finger in your wanting hole, giving you the fullness you so needed. This man sure could do miracles, every push of his hand made the pleasant heat pool in your abdomen again. It was perfect, at least until he slid in yet another finger, which felt slightly uncomfortable, a bit too full. You didn't say anything though, knowing too well that it was still nothing compared to his deliciously thick member and you wanted to be fully ready for it. Arthur knew what he was doing, you saw it in his eyes. So you relaxed your body and after a moment of vigorous thrusting, you got used to the stretching and fullness his fingers provided.

"I think you're ready." He decided, withdrawing his hand and aligning his pelvis with your entrance.

He entered you with one firm push, slipping smoothly in your slick cunt. You moaned softly; being filled like that felt both wonderful and like too much at the same time, but it wasn't as special as you had imagined it to be. Or maybe you had just expected a lot from having a penis in your vagina. There was no metaphorical fireworks, no instant pleasure; only the feeling of fullness and Arthur's loving expression when he looked in your eyes, totally lost in the sensation of finally being inside you.

"Shit, I knew you would feel great on my cock since the moment I put my fingers in your cunt for the first time." He gasped out when he moved his hips for the first time, withdrawing from you almost completely, only to slam back into you with full force, making you exhale sharply. He did it again, and again, eventually setting a steady, but pretty vigorous rhythm.

Your tight pussy felt absolutely divine and Arthur could barely restrain himself from pounding wildly into you, taking you hard and marking you as his. He didn't want to accidentally scare or hurt you though, it was your first time after all, so despite his urges and pleasure his every thrust provided, he did his best not to go too rough on you. Maybe next time, he thought, or any other, when you get better accustomed to having him in your cunt. Or when you beg him to get wild yourself.

It was really hard to control himself in this position though, with you under him, lying on your back, completely in his mercy - so he decided to change it before he lost himself completely. Now you were on top of him, straddling his hips, being in control of the pace and the angle he penetrated you at.

"Feeling good up there?"

"Yeah."

"Now, be a good girl and ride me like the finest horse." He commanded, rubbing the insides of your thighs with his thumbs.

You did as you were told, rolled your hips like the motion of your horse made you do, pulling a low, guttural moan from the man below you. You did it again, and again, trying to find a perfect angle and rhythm that satisfied both of you. You wanted it slow, with deep and unhurried thrusts that hit the right spot inside you, making your body shiver with ecstasy. Arthur seemed more impatient, you could tell he'd prefer it hard and fast, instead of relishing the pleasure, enjoying the moment and memorizing every second of it. You weren't selfish, you wanted to cater to his needs too, so you set your pace quite fast, taking him as deep as possible, but slowed down every time the fire in your belly grew too strong.

You tried your best to focus on your movements, but the feeling of fullness and the friction of his cock rubbing the insides of your cunt were so good that it was getting hard to control yourself and stop riding your man like a crazy when you felt your orgasm build up. You didn't want to come again though, not yet, not so fast. Arthur told you that you could climax many times today, but leaving him behind like that seemed a bit unfair.

You had no idea that he wasn't really that much behind. Arthur had his sexual needs, and kinks, but he was still a simple man and a good tight pussy bouncing on his dick was almost enough to make him come. He was absolutely delighted by how much effort you were putting into giving him pleasure and how beautiful you looked riding his already throbbing cock. The image of your blissful face and these pretty tits he couldn't resist cupping, bouncing right in front of him, has been etched into his mind forever and he knew he would be coming back to that memory often, being alone in his tent. No woman in his life mesmerized him as much as you did, and yet, he couldn't reach the peak because of your uneven rhythm and stopping when he was at the cusp of his release. He loved how dedicated and bold in your doings you were, but he needed to come, now, so despite his previous resolve to let you take the lead, he decided to get back in control.

Not wasting any time, he grabbed you by the waist waist for better hold and started bucking his hips rhythmically, ramming into your cunt with full force. He still tried not to go too hard, but you were apparently so turned on that not only you seemed completely fine with his fierce pounding, but also started begging him for more. And Arthur was there to give you what you wanted.

"Is this how you want to be fucked? Like that?" The only answer you were able to give him was a moany whimper resembling "yes!". This was exactly what you expected from sex with Arthur: him unleashing his urges and screwing you in earnest, making you cry with ecstasy with every push of his hips. You wanted him to ravage you, make you his, and leave you a complete mess. Luckily for you, he seemed to have similar plans.

He sat up and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arm tightly around your shivering body to keep you as close as possible. You clung to him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your wails his furious pounding was causing, but a firm slap on your rear quickly reminded you that being silent was not what Arthur approved.

"I want to hear you, [Y/N]. Every single moan that comes out of your mouth." He purred encouragingly in your ear as his hand snuck between your entwined bodies, his finger began to rub your clit with quick and uneven strokes. It quickly got him what he wanted. "That's a good girl. You like it when I do this to your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I can tell. I know you're close. Come on my cock, I want to feel it."

This was too much. His dirty words, his already throbbing dick in your cunt, and his fingers working their magic on your bud, this all set every nerve in your body aflame. You cried out his name and scratched his back so hard it probably left marks when your orgasm jolted through your body, making you throw your head back and buck your hips furiously to get as much pleasure as possible.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Seeing your climax rush through you and feeling your muscles clench rhythmically around his length, Arthur lost any remains of control he'd had over himself and succumbed to his urges completely. He sped up the pace of his thrusting, ramming into you with fierce passion, and embraced you even tighter to feel you with his entire body. He heard your moans, felt your nails on his skin, and knew he couldn't last any longer. "Shit, I'm gonna come!"

"Come inside me, please." You pleaded, mind still fogged with your prolonging bliss. Arthur's wild pounding, along with his animalistic groans, were doing miracles to your still sensitive core, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body over and over again. "Please, Arthur."

And he did, spilling his warm seed deep inside your cunt with a long guttural moan.

He had never felt like this before. He had many orgasms in his life, but no woman he laid with gave him what you did. Real closeness, the feeling of being trusted and understood. Wanted, and not only for what he had to offer in bed, but for, or maybe rather despite, what he really was. He felt safe in your embrace, and happy to have you in his arms. Maybe it was just the effect of post-coital euphoria, or maybe he was slowly opening his eyes, but at this moment it felt like being... loved.

He buried his face in your soft messy locks, abashed by that thought. You two became really close to each other. You trusted him, and he trusted you too, like no one else. And you made it pretty clear that you were interested in him. But... love? Could you love him? Like, really love? That thought still seemed too preposterous to him.

But he realized he would love nothing more that this to be true.

"Arthur?" You were slightly worried that he went silent for so long, and even more that he was clinging to you desperately as if he was afraid you could suddenly disappear if he loosened his embrace even a little bit. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry." He finally raised his head and smiled tenderly. "That was pretty intense."

"It... was." You couldn't think straight under his soft gaze. His beautiful blue eyes, looking deep into yours, and his warm palms, gently massaging your back, made you feel absolutely intoxicated. You couldn't speak. You couldn't take your eyes off his beautiful face. He smiled at you again, sincerely and with pure affection, and that was the moment you melted completely.

You didn't even know when you pressed your lips against his, tentatively at first, but all these emotions you've been bottling up for so long finally surged to the surface, taking over you and turning your initially innocent kiss into heated and passionate one. To your delight, Arthur didn't remain passive for too long, taking the lead pretty quickly. There was something in the way he was kissing you though, something that shouldn't really be there. You tried to identify that thing, but didn't have much time to dwell on it because Arthur deepened the kiss, making what's left of your coherent thoughts escape your mind in seconds.

"Stay." He broke the kiss unexpectedly and rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath.

"What?"

"Stay, [Y/N]."

"I'm not going anywhere?" Light-headed with the kiss, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"I mean if the ransom comes, and you can go. Stay with me."

Desperation, you realized. His kiss was full of desperation, and fear of losing you.

"I'm not going anywhere." You repeated, accentuating every word. "I thought we both knew my father is not interested in getting me back. There won’t be any ransom, you won't get anything for me."

"And what if we will?"

"All of a sudden you have faith?" You snorted, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. He looked so calm and vulnerable under your touch. "Even if you release me one day, I have nowhere to go. I don't want to go. I won't go. I'm yours now, Arthur. I won't leave you."

And, in fact, you never did.

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Judson Cleirigh → Jamie Dornan → Warlock

→ Basic Information

Age: 761

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Sapiosexual

Powers: Therionology

Birthday: August 16th

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Buddhist

Mark: Cleirigh

Generation: 2nd

→ His Personality Judson is very kindhearted, passionate, and loyal. He is willing to risk his life for a loved one in every way possible. He sees helping others as his purpose in life, but while normal people can be found engaging rescue efforts and doing charity work, Judson's real passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people do not need to be rescued at all. Though soft-spoken, Judson usually has very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea he believes in. He can be decisive and strong-willed. While in his lab, he acts with creativity, imagination and faith. Also, with sympathy to not create an advantage to the supernatural community only, but to create for the human population too. He wants to take care of the world. As a user of theriogenology, Judson had to fight for the respect of his peers and most of the supernatural community, because of the power to control animals and eventually mythical creatures. He holds that respect and the trust he gained above all else.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Potions Master and Owner of Wondering Worlds of Magic

Scars: None

Tattoos: Infinity symbol on left ankle

Two Likes: Kiwi and Potions

Two Dislikes: Green Peas/Beans and The Color Orange

Two Fears: Called out or Judged For Being Ambidextrous and Somniphobia

Two Hobbies: Stress Eating and Surfing

Three Positive Traits: Unselfish, Approachable, Passionate

Three Negative Traits: Jealous, Obsessive, Vindictive

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Ronan Cleirgh (Father): Judson takes his love and art for magic from his father. Ronan has taught him nearly everything he knows today.

Ishtar Cleirigh (Mother): Judson takes his personality after his mother the most. Ishtar gives the best hugs and no one comes close to her cooking.

Sibling Names:

Nathan Cleirigh (Brother): Nathan was always the doting older brother. He never lost his patience with Judson or his temper.

Ethan Cleirigh (Brother): Being a couple of years apart made them closer. Judson will never forget that Ethan volunteered to postpone his studies so that they could start schooling, and later on, training together.

Sean O’Payne-Cleirigh (Brother): Judson never hung out with Sean. He’s sure Sean hated him with a passion. Ishtar and Jo forbid them being in the same country at one point.

Teyla ‘Tikka’ Cleirigh (Sister): Judson wasn’t sad that he wasn’t the youngest anymore when Tikka was born. He was the first to note the scent of decay, alerting everyone she was a necromancer. She’s already his little potion master in the making and everyone knows it.

Altair Cleirigh (Brother): Judson wasn’t sad he wasn’t the youngest boy anymore when Altair was born. Loland couldn’t pry Judson away from his little brother. Judson has recently taught Altair how to swim and have many future beach trips planned out already.

Children Names:

Ryan Cleirigh (Son): Ryan is Judson’s greatest accomplishment. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Ryan is his son because of their close friendship.

Romantic Connections:

None

Platonic Connections:

Katherine ‘Kate’ Brooks (New Friend): Judson likes her and he thinks that Ryan does too. She’s a fascinating human.

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano (Best Friend): Patch is the little brother that Judson always wanted. Their friendship is one of the best that Judson has ever had.

Bill White (Good Friend): Bill might as well be family at this point in their friendship. Bill, Patch and Judson have an amazing connection.

Fenrin Gustafsson (Friend): Judson and Fenrin first met whilst surfing years ago. When they bumped into each other again in Chicago a friendship formed between them. Judson is currently using Fenrin as a lab rat for potions to help battle dehydration. Fenrin has been a great help and Judson plans on crediting him.

Cassandra Askeris (Old Friend): Cassandra and Judson have been friends for centuries. Judson considers her basically family at this point.

Jia Hu Cleirigh (Friend): Judson has a deep respect for Jia. It's something about the man that peaks Judson interest.

Audo Wilhelm (Friend): Audo isn’t bad for a Wilhelm. He was weary of him at first but once Judson got to know him more, Audo wasn’t that bad.

Emmett Wilhelm (Friend): Emmett isn’t bad for a Wilhelm. Everyone is usually familiar with the local liaison but Emmett has earned more than just a title.

Minsky Edison (Friend): Minsky is a cool dude. They do a lot of business together which Judson appreciates because Minsky is old enough not to need him.

Kenneth McStevens (Friend): Ken secretly works for Judson. As a Benevorous user not a lot of magic users trust Ken but Judson sees potential in him.

Lyla Wilhelm (Friend): Lyla is married to Emmett and is Audo’s best friends. Emmett and Audo introduced her to Judson and they have been friends since.

Kudzai Rinker (Strained Friendship): Not a lot of people agree with Kudzai ways but due to her age and success, a lot of people show her respect. Mainly Judson.

Naomi Goode (Mentee): Naomi came to him not to enhance her powers but to master potions, which Judson is used to. He enjoys her as his student.

Margo Wilhelm (Mentee): Margo is absolutely adorable. He has been helping Audo care for her and is proud that her first words were ingredients to a potion.

Mattie Cocci (Mentee): Mattie came to him not to enhance her powers but to master potions, which Judson is used to. She’s not bad but has far to go.

Roman Cleirigh (Former-Mentor): Roman is also Judson’s uncle. At a young age Judson was attached to Roman hip and for the most part he still is.

Kaylor Genesis (Former-Mentor): Kaylor is also Judson’s aunt. They share the same powers and same carefree attitude. They’ve always got along.

Brighton ‘Bee’ Genesis (Business): Bee is also his uncle by marriage. Bee joined him and Ethan on the battlefield and saved them both multiple times. Bee powers also come in handy when he needs rare ingredients for projects.

Belle Cunningham (Business): Belle can do amazing things with her powers. She uses Wondering Magic as a Consignment Store.

Garrett Cleirigh (Employee): Garret is also Judson’s uncle. Both of them are willing to drop everything at once to help the other out.

Hostile Connections:

Louis Martin-Rovet (Dislike): Judson has nothing against other supernatural creatures but Louis and his rats are pushing it too far.

Pets:

Diaval Brazil (Familiar/Exotic Shorthair Cat): Diaval is Judson familiar. He was a gift from Kaylor and Roman once he started working on his Master level powers.

→ History Judson has always been a happy person and a go-getter. He rarely cried as a baby, his parents believed he was benevorous, that was until animals annoyingly tried to enter his room and smother him with kindness, love and woodland gifts. His toddler life and childhood was a Disney movie as far as Judson is concerned. He’d wake up to birds singing him a song, deer playing with him outside and raccoons bring him berries and nuts for snacks. Life couldn’t have been any better. He saw no evil in his parents and siblings like the world around them did. As far as little Judson was concerned he had a time traveler for a mother and death as his father.

As he grew, Judson developed a sixth sense for magic. He muttered spells daily, like they were prayers and could mix potions quicker than chocolate milk or lemonade. Before Judson started mentoring, he had potions, spellworks, charms and warding down enough to start selling his personal products to witches and warlocks locally. Judson eventually made a name for himself away from his family and banked on it.

First, Judson mentored under Kaylor and she taught him zoolingualism which took just over a century. Learning to understand and imitate every animal nearly drove him mad but taught Judson how to always smile even when he was dying inside. Zookinesis came easily after being able to communicate with animals in their own language. It was around this time that Judson switched to his second mentor, Ronan. While Kaylor did continue to help him with his advance powers, Ronan took over teaching Judson about more physically created magic. They focused on wards, shields, charms and curses. Judson was as young as 356 years old when he had his third mentor, Roman. Roman had been itching to get his hands on Judson since he had mixed his first potion correctly at the age of 7.

Judson loves potions. Name it and Judson has tried to create it. He pushes the envelope nonstop, wanting nothing but perfection to go with his name. This is mostly thanks to Roman. His uncle had broken him down and built him up again multiple times to make him a legendary potion master before he finished learning his master powers. Judson had put learning his master powers on hold after turning 420. He started deploying with Ethan and Bee during international wars and putting his potions to work on injured, lovelorn or homesick humans and other supernaturals. He became internationally known within the supernatural population. Only then did he allow his current mentor and his previous two, to drag him off and teach him mythikinesis and animal guide generation. Judson was nearly in his mid 500s when he completed his mentorship.

It was the early 1800’s when Judson finally stopped travelling to people around the world and opened a local shop in Chicago. Witches and Warlocks were able to teleport safely into a backroom and shop around for the rarest treats. Judson had scheduled cross country teleports to take goodies to his other supernatural customers who trusted him but were unable to teleport. While it took awhile to gain the trust of the locals in Chicago because of his mastered ability of mythikinesis, Judson is glad that they didn’t take too long to come visit him. Judson had even begun to put in the efforts to help find solutions for animal shifter hypershift and dementia.

It was sometime in the early 1830’s when Judson decided he wanted a progeny. He wasn’t in a serious relationship and finding orphaned with unknown warlock or witch marks was nearly impossible. He tried and failed multiple times using spells and potions to make himself the perfect progeny. Judson even entered the dating scene but quickly left after having put everything he worked hard for on hold for ungrateful, unworthy and abusive assholes. That’s when Judson heard about a private witch and warlock surrogate program and sperm donors. Without telling anyone, Judson closed up shop to ‘find himself’ and returned 9 months later with a newborn. Judson didn’t share his story because of confidentiality clauses. He later told his son, Ryan, the truth about his birth but it is still a secret to their community, that is besides a few rumors.

→ The Present Judson is absolutely excited about having three mentees that are eager to learn. He genuinely enjoys babysitting Margo and having someone to listen to him blab on as he dances around his potion room. Mattie and Naomi stroked his ego hard when he found out they travelled far just to mentor under him as a potion master. Wanting to give them the full experience, Judson has recently made it public that he would not be accepting any more mentees for some time.

Judson has never tried his power, Mythikinesis, within North or South America. He never wanted to use that power without reason and absolute need! He trained with Roman and Ronan off and on in Africa, Asia and Europe years ago and perfected it, much to his dismay. The influx of unfamiliar supernatural creatures and rats has made him uncomfortable. Judson can feel the power boiling over, he is fighting to keep it at bay and from losing control.

While Judson’s plate is full between his shop, mentees and personal life/battles, he has also been putting in effort to help the local witch and warlock population with their phenomena. Specifically he seeks to help those which are not helped with potions, spells or charms. What's foremost on his list is the private experimental study to help find a remedy or cure to the frequent hand spasms that Biokinetics experience daily. Judson does have a few people signed up but is looking for more. Recently, Judson has visited Ryan’s podcast and announced to the local animal shifters that he is finally ready to begin testing on those dealing with dementia or hypershift.

#Judson Cleirigh #Taken

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Who Criminals Pray To

Third competition win.

"Won't you stop shaking that fucking leg of yours?" Mike mutters behind ground teeth. "I'll cut it off if it bothers you that much."

"Look at that bunch of street punks," I whisper back without trying to bring my leg under control. "Just look at them, so little respect, no gravity."

"It's your damn job to groom the newbies Sean."

"I didn't make the timetable. Go figure why the boss felt like we should introduce them to the God this session. Certainly wasn't my idea."

"Can't blame the runts for being excited though. What kind of crazy rotten luck is it to be here same as the Dons of all people?"

"Want me to call them off?"

Mike chews on his lips, purple and split from a bout in whatever hovel he decided to cool his temper in this weekend. Being second in command in the Phobos family isn't exactly a relaxing job. Mike likes to go out with the grunts, rough up some locals late on payments or little dealers trying to cut corners. I find my own releases elsewhere.

"Nah. Good test of character, this."

I'm not so sure. I look up at our five new recruits, mingling with four counterparts of the Don family, jabbing fingers in puffed up chests and engaging in sharp banter. I assume many first met in the streets. All our new boys were urchins not even a year ago. I read their small, single-paged files, hastily written by the people in charge of them throughout our organisation. I talked to them, tried to educate them as much as I could, grinding rituals in their skulls. At the end of the day I don't think they really understand what we're doing here. After all, urchins have no God. Raised around the ovens of a small bakery, I was brought up pious. If object have spirits, places guardian gods, concepts emanations and trades patron saints, it only makes sense to know how to mind your manners and deal with the deities that rule your life. My mother taught me to keep household spirits happy before I could walk, and my father saved our nicest breads and pastries as offerings. He brought me with him whenever he went for donations. The God of bakers loved us like we loved him, and our dough rose high, our pastries stayed crisp and I never saw a mouse in the shop. When I went to school, I paid monthly tributes to the God of students and emanation of knowledge and curiosity. So when I became a gang member and joined the Phobos family, I paid just as scrupulous respects to the God of criminals. I understand the concept in a manner our former-urchins-turned-street-thugs can't. To them the God is a boss on top of the boss, too high up the hierarchy to care about them. But they're criminals now, and their success in that new line of business will depend on proper devotion.

"What is the boss doing?" I ask Mike for the tenth time this evening, not trying to hide the worry in my voice.

"Can't be long. The Dons are waiting too, see. Maybe Phobos is busy cutting that fat fuck's fingers right outside?"

Mike smiles lopsidedly at the images that conjures, but it's unlikely. You don't misbehave like that around your God's place. You're not late either. It goes without saying that you don't get in arguments or fist-fights in the ante-chamber, which I'm starting to worry our boys might have forgotten. I look up across the small waiting room to where another collection of rickety chairs hold equally anxious higher-ups from the Don family, also waiting on their boss so that the ceremony of Gift-giving and Induction can begin. There is Franky, the Don's son and right arm, and Tilda, a cold-eyed woman you really don't want to meet on the other side of a negotiation table. The man glancing back at me over his glasses is Charles Morrow, a fine fellow with a blade of a face who holds a similar position to mine in his own gang. He raises his eyebrows in silent acknowledgement. I close my eyes and sigh. Let's hope the God is in a forgiving mood.

A bang and a yelp snap me back to attention. Phobos slammed the door into the men and is storming through, a package under his arm and a puffing, angry red Erzo Don on his heels, still biting on the last words of whatever argument they were having. Each group folds over their boss and everyone pays last minute attention to the gifts they brought and the fine clothes they wear. Phobos is a tall man, sharp and well cut, just like the black suits he favours, and known as the coldest mobster on this coast. He exchanges quiet words with Mike, and pats my elbow briefly. The man's way of making up for the stress he knows he's been giving me. Activity dies down as a servant enters the room to unlock the inner chamber's doors. We shuffle to our positions by hierarchical order and I glance at my charges one last time.

"Remember, don't react, keep it all in!"

They nod, worry finally settling on their young faces as the solemnity of the event dawns on them. For such a bunch of misfits, they do me proud. All I can hear is sharp intakes of breath as their eyes fall on the deity who will soon learn their name and hold their fates in its heart. The God of transgression, patron saints of criminals and emanation of rule-breaking, looks like a child and a monster. Five years old if you had to put an age on it, with sandy blond hair parting around little horns that poke from its forehead and the crown of its head. Some are black and keratinous, some the off-white of ivory. Its skin is unhealthily pale, cheeks oddly flushed. Its pinched, lipless mouth betrays no feelings. But the real unease comes from the eyes. One dark and filled with odd lights, the other white and full of colourful swirls, both huge and sparkling, somehow. Alien. The child-like being sits on a large pillow atop a carpeted dais, its servants kneeling behind it. Like the building, they are paid for by donations, one of the many ways we show our love to the God.

"Greetings!" Don booms, stepping up to deliver his offering. "I present you with these gifts, my dea–"

Don's words die in his throat, silenced by a small hand, raised palm out.

"Erzo Don, what do you think you are doing here?"

The God's voice is high as a child's but its inflections are nuanced, its tone menacing.

"Well... We've come to presen–"

"You annoy me."

The pressure rises in the room and I feel goosebumps all over my skin. The God stands, face as blank as marble.

"I am the God of criminals, Don. I patron thieves, liars, racketeers, yes. People who live on the margins of the larger society. But if there is one thing I don't condone, it is lying to me."

The God steps down towards Don. I see the sweat drenching him, Morrow's bloodless face, Tilda's hand all white-knuckled around Frank's wrist and their new men's confused expressions. What have they done?

"You can't go and grovel to the God of killers and murderers thinking I wouldn't know about it. Did you not think of your family? Of me?"

"God, but it was only a sid–"

"Go."

Silence hangs over us like a corpse at the end of a fraying rope. There is nothing to do but to obey. One word that ends a whole family business, maybe a fifth of the local territory, suddenly up for dispute. Chaos will engulf them, they will have no divine support.

I'm still thinking of the consequences as the door closes behind the last of them and Phobos steps up, offering the content of his package like nothing happened. It's two hands sawed at the wrists and held together by handcuffs. Charming–and it makes the God smile. Mike is next, showing his split lips and telling his tales. The God nods along, used to the urban-outlaw-cowboy style of our second-in-command. And then it's me, embracing the being my success in life depends on. He's done me good and I love it like I loved the pudgy God that ate our bread and blessed us for it.

"What have you for me Sean?" The child-God asks as I cup its pallid face in my scarred hands.

"A secret," I murmur in its ear. "The cops are coming to crack on the riverside locations. I tipped them to great profit."

The God chuckles, looking up at me with the same adoration I feel for it. It squeezes my hand and waves for me to introduce our new members. What's a spy to the emanation of rule breaking? Nothing more than a good devotee.

~~ June 2017 – Theme : Gangsters and Crime Lords

#original story #original work #competition #win #fantasy

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⋆✦⋆The Blind Date ⋆✦⋆

Richard hasn’t seen you in almost 20 years since you moved from London to Canada for work. Being the little sister to one of his friends, both of you always had a weird relationship filled with laughs and sexual tension.

You were the lovesick girl, while he was on his way to fame. Your brother always noticed and teased you about it. Your brother sets you up on a blind date with someone you didn’t expect.

Setting: New York City

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Angst and Fluff

Pairing: Richard Armitage x Reader, Richard Armitage x Female Character, Richard Armitage x You, You X Richard Armitage, Richard Armitage x OC

Context © me

@purplerain85 @shikin83 @jassy2101 @catthefearless @patanghill17 @aelinninielelain @deepestfirefun @fizzyxcustard @richard-crispin-armitage @pixiedurango @xxbyimm : Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. _____ PART 1 “ I wish you would just say yes (Y/N)” Your brother wined in the phone. “Why do I need to say yes? I don’t know the person you’re setting me up with.” “Isn’t that the point of a blind date? I can’t tell you. You have to trust me.” He says as he laughs. You roll your eyes and stare out the window of your office building. It was raining, and the streets of New York beneath you were busy as always. The cabs honking, people yelling, and the constant sound of ever moving traffic. This city truly never sleeps. She took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and put your index finger and thumb in between your eyes to sooth the headache that was building. “The last time you…” “ I know, I know, and I can’t apologize enough for that. How was I supposed to know he was a comedy magician?” “I could have choked him with his infinity rings Mark!” Your voice very ominous remembering that date. “I had to fake laugh, and then tell him I had a family emergency to get out of it.” “I know…” He started, but you interrupted. You pulled the phone away from your ear, and yell into the receiver. “No, you don’t know! What good is it that you set me up with dates, and always screw it up?! You, The Human Tinder, and you can’t even swipe left or right correctly!” You put the phone back to your ear. “Look, you and Sean broke up a year ago, and you need to get back out there. I may have missed a few “swipes” as you put it, but I’ll get it right one of these days, and you will thank me.”

You remain silent. Maybe he would talk himself out of it, like he always talks you into things. But he then says something that threw you off “Duckling, I’m worried about you.” He confessed.

He always called you Duckling when he wanted to show you that he was now claiming the protective big brother role. One of the many nicknames he gave you when you were kids, but Duckling you hated the most. He always said you reminded him of the ugly duckling when you were younger. As cruel as it sounded, he hated you when you were born, he thought you were ugly only because your parents showed you so much attention. At the time he didn’t understand what being a brother was. You didn’t really fit in with him or his friends, he teased you a lot, and made fun of you. The normal acts of an older brother. This definitely didn’t change when your parents moved to the UK.

“Don’t call me that.” You sighed and leaned forward on your desk. Your headache was getting worse. “Why exactly are you worried? I’m perfectly fine being alone.” You tried to say convincingly. To be honest you didn’t like it. You wanted someone, but not just anyone. They had to be special. Special enough to make you forget about what Sean did to you. Mark wasn’t wrong when he said it had been a year since you split from Sean. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just wasn’t ready for a commitment, and you were. He didn’t want kids, or had any real ambition for his life, but you did. You wanted to travel and wanted someone who would travel with you. You wanted kids, and a family, and he thought that getting married and having kids was a waste of money. He was ok with where he was, and he wanted you to be ok with it too. You wanted more, so you ended it and never looked back. Sean on the other had didn’t take it so well. He still calls you from time to time. You run into him at parties because you shared friends and rolled in the same circle. Since you he had been through 3 other girlfriends. He looked as though he had a new one every month, he always had to introduce you to them. Brag about their relationship, and then sadly tell you that you would find someone soon enough. It hurt, yes, but you didn’t let him see it. You would smile and gracefully leave the party with your pride intact and go home alone. “Because you haven’t…. you know.” He playful teases with a smile in his voice. “I haven’t what?” You asked. “Don’t make me say it.” He said, his voice weirdly low. “You know…it” “What?” You questioned. “(Y/N) ….IT! You haven’t done IT!” He stresses over the phone. “Eww Mark!” You shriek on the phone. He started to speak, but you already pulled the phone away from your ear, and you felt a tremor of utter disgust run through your entire body. The very idea that your older brother was concerned about you getting laid made you nauseous. You almost dropped the phone on your desk. Did the thought every cross his mind that YOU are his LITTLE sister and maybe needed a companion? Needed love, and happiness? Nooooo. It was sex.

Your mind drifted to your empty apartment. To your empty bed, and to the fact that no one was waiting for you. You shook off the thought and put the phone back to your ear. He was talking and you heard absolutely nothing he said. “Fine! Whatever just make it happen, text me the location. Whatever it will take to shut you up and to never hear you mention my sex life again.” “Duckling, you need a sex life to have one. I’m just trying to get the first part started for you.” He rebutted. “Goodbye Mark. “You sang back gracefully as you hit the bright red end button on your iPhone. It sang a few moments later with a message that said. ____________ MARK {The River Café : One Water Street – Brooklyn, NY – 11201 – 8PM.} MARK {His name is Jamie by the way :) } MARK {Don’t be late!} YOU {Bite me! :) } MARK {Good luck! Duckling.} ______________ You left the office and went home to prepare for yet another date with some guy you hoped wasn’t a weirdo. Or at least the weirdos you didn’t like. A few hours later

You showered, covered your body in scented lotion of honeysuckle and lavender. You let your black hair down, and it fell in cascading loose curls around your shoulders and over your breast. You were about 5’1, curvy, with thickness in all the right places. Your hair always fell thick and full bodied and complemented your tiny stature well.

You put on a sleeveless short black mini dress with a dark pink under lining. It had a beading design along the haltered bodice that hugged your breast beautifully. The dress fell right above your knees, and the skirt flared out at the waist. Slipping on your heels you grabbed your keys and sprinted yourself with perfume and looked at yourself in the full body mirror.

“If this doesn’t work, this will be your last blind date.” You said to yourself, as your reflected stated back at you with the same finalizing decision. “Go get’em tiger.” You smiled and high five yourself gently. Your hands coming in contact with the cold surface of the glass. Then you left.

Across a bridge, over a river, and you walk into a dream. Located in one of New York’s most unique settings, The River Café has become very well-known around the world as a culinary destination and your brother picked it. Nestled riverside under the Brooklyn Bridge with sweeping views of the New York skyline and the Statue of Liberty, The River Café serves a classic New American menu using freshest ingredients. So, one point to him. If you didn’t enjoy the man, you would have at least enjoyed the food. The room was full of gallery lights, and lamps, filling the room with an orange yellowish glow. Flower arrangements scattered throughout the room filling it with the scent of spring. The fragrance wasn’t too harsh to bother your senses, but it gave you the feeling of being in a meadow. Tons of framed photos long the walls. It was something out of a dream. It was beautiful, and very romantic. You entered the foyer where the male host stood smiling at you. A stunning African American man greeted you with a bright white smile. “Welcome to the The River Café. Do you have a reservation with us?” “More like a date.” You say with a smile. “Well whoever they are, they are very lucky.” He smiles back at you. He opens a large black book on the stand before him and looks through the names. “What is the last name of the party?” He asked looking up from the book. “I’m sorry, it’s a blind date, and I only have the first name. Jamie.” The sound of the door opens behind you, and you remain standing where you are. The host nods when a man says, “ Kingston Party,” “ Yes your table is waiting in the Terrace Room, far back.” The host gestures to a server that is waiting to escort the men in. As they file in, you hear another set of footsteps stop behind you and they come to a stop. “My apologies.” He looks back down, and then paused when he notices something in his book. “Would you happen to be—” he was interrupted by the sound of someone calling your name. “(Y/N)?” You heard the man say from behind you. A voice you hadn’t heard in years. A voice that you only heard through the headphones at night while lying in your bed. You turned, and almost dropped your purse. The moment your eyes locked with his, it felt as though the air was snatched from your lungs. Everything in you tightened, and your heart stopped. You remembered that boyish smile, and enchanting blue eyes. His hair was a bit longer, and cut in layers, and combed back away from his face. Still so youthful, with a trimmed beard, and manlier than you had ever seen him. And in a dress jacket no less. His under shirt was black, and he wore very dark blue jeans. Well in person, you weren’t stupid, you saw all of his movies. You listened to his audiobooks as well. You told yourself that you were being supportive, but really it was just to hear his voice. “Hello little duckling.” He purred in that perfect accent. His pink lips curled into a sensual smile, and his eyes ranked up your body. When he locked eyes again, something in them twinkled. PART 1 END PART 2

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runenc03 · 5 years

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Speed date (a seaycee oneshot) - for Juul

Writing date: January 2019

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none! :)

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Kaycee's pov

"Stop that", I said, while Bailey kept tickling me with some sort of brush with bronzer on it. I had never liked make up that much, but Bailey insisted that it was necessary tonight. I sighed. Saying that I wasn't entirely comfortable in this situation was an understatement. Bailey, on the other hand, seemed determined to change my current mood.

"Hey! Brighten up! You're going on a date!"

I knew that I should feel happy about that, but all I could feel was the anxiousness eating at me. I understood, however, that Bailey was just trying to make me feel better, so I went along with it. Just when I tried to plaster a fake smile on my face, something terrible crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but panic, all thoughts about faking happiness erased from my mind.

"Oh God, please don't tell me you set me up to go on a date with some guy who wants a barbie doll. I'm a brunette, and not planning on dying my hair, or anything else to please him, for that matter. What's he even like? I think it's about time you told me, you know I don't like surprises."

I could see a smirk forming on Bailey's lips, and I knew that it meant problems.

"Oh honey, you're not just going on a date with one guy."

"What?!"

I completely ignored her whines of protest as I swiftly turned my head, apparently smearing some make up on the wrong parts of my face in the proces.

As if I cared.

"What do you mean, not one guy? You do know that I want a steady relationship and not some silly fling for a few weeks, don't you? You should know by now that I'm not that type of girl ."

I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"Relax Kayc, there's nothing to worry about. I'll drive you there and you'll see that I really gave you the opportunity of your lifetime. I'm 100% sure that you'll find a good guy tonight!"

I rolled my eyes in disbelief and couldn't help but murmur quietly: "Easy for you to say, you're engaged."

I don't know if Bailey heard me, her ears don't always work as well as normal people's ears do, but if she did, she ignored my statement completely, busying herself with more brushes, pencils and colours.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaand done!!"

For the first time tonight, I looked properly at my reflection in the mirror. I don't like to admit it, but Bailey really did a great job. I discovered that 'painting my face' had been quite the exaggeration and the amount of make up on my face was only minimal, but applied perfectly. My skin actually had a nice colour, not the blushy mess from dance or the spooky white tint outside of it. She'd kept my eyes pretty naturel, but used some mascara that made those brown orbs about 3 times bigger.

I looked beautiful.

I turned around to face Bailey, who looked at me with a mix between proudness and awe.

"I can't believe I just made you even more beautiful!"

She actually squealed. I rolled my eyes once again, but couldn't help the little giggle that escaped my lips.

"Come on, let's choose some heels!"

At the mention of heels, my smile dropped a bit, and I immediately began protesting, not planning on walking on something with the height of the Eiffel Tower - something Bailey would undoubtedly encourage me to do.

"Oh no, you're not doing that to me, I already let you paint my face, the guy won't have a good impression of me if I can't even properly walk to him."

I refused to think of my company tonight in plural.

For just a split second, I saw the fierceness in my friend's eyes, and I was afraid that she'd be stubborn and insist I wore heels, but after that terrifying second, her eyes softened and an understanding smile began gracing her lips. She nodded her head in agreement.

"Alright, I guess they won't really pay attention to your shoes, you'll be sitting for the rest of the night, after all. The low sneakers you bought the other day would be cute as w- Oh Lord is it this late already?! Jesus, Kayc, we need to go!! Put on your shoes in the car, there's no time left! Come on, go!"

And off she was, leaving me dumbfounded in my bathroom, wrapping my head around the new information I'd just received. Sitting? Again the use of plural? Where was this, no, where was I going?

Bailey didn't give me much time to ponder, however, 'cause her head appeared again, shooing me out of my bathroom and straight into the car.

I sighed. Whatever happened tonight, it'd sure be an adventure.

*********

"You know I like spending time with you, but you should really get out of the car and begin your night out, sweety."

I sighed. Bailey was right. I should get out of the car. Truth was, the big building with the bold letters 'speed dates' on it made me paralyzed, and my legs refused to execute the message my brain was sending them. I had hoped Bailey had just set me up with some guy who was just as insecure and awkward about the whole situation as I was, someone who didn't want to socialise, but eventually had to give in to Bailey's persistence. If my date and I felt the same way, some of the tension would undoubtedly vanish, and then I could at least relax a bit. But no, Bailey had to go and sign me up for a night speed dating.

Welcome, nerves!

"Oh come on Kaycee! Seriously, when was the last time you had a crush? When you were 15? You have to move on! If I'd known then that that classmate would be the only thing close to a relationship in 10 freaking years, I had pushed you a bit harder to flirt with him! You have to go out there, there's no such thing as a perfect guy suddenly appearing in your house, ready to sweep you off your feet. Those are not perfect at all, they're called kidnappers, or murderers, or rape-"

"Okay okay, I get it, I have to go out if I want to have a relationship. Shut up"

Bailey laughed. She knew I didn't mean to be so harsh, it were just the nerves eating at me. But I couldn't help it, I was incredibly scared of socialising, and this was literally a night of speed dating.

Quite the jump out of my comfort zone.

"Okay, sorry Bails, I didn't mean to be so harsh. It's just...you know it's been a very long time since I've pictured myself in that kind of relationship with someone."

"I know it's been a few years, but you sound like you're a nun of 75 instead of an affection-deprived 25 year old!"

"Bailey!"

Bailey just shrugged, and I rolled my eyes to show her my annoyance. Again.

"Seriously though, Kayc, the time of crushes on classmates is long gone, it's time for real relationships! Go! Get out of the car! You've been procrastinating for 15 minutes already!"

And it was then and there that I made up on mind. Bailey might be a bit annoying, but she was also right. I was a grown woman -in the figurative way at least, I was tiny- and I should act like one. It was time to go out there and meet some new people. It would do me good.

Mustering all the courage I could, I quickly hugged Bailey goodbye, stepped out of the car and walked towards the large building.

It was time to meet some new people.

*********

The gong sounded for the umpteenth time that night, and I could barely keep the smile plastered on my face. I was so tired, tired of having to pretend to be spontaneous, to be social, to be enjoying myself. I just wanted to put my sweatpants on and crawl in my bed.

The guy who had been talking to me about something I couldn't care less about stood up, said goodbye to me and walked to the next woman. I lowered my head, hiding my face with my hair. I needed a moment for myself, even of it was just for a few seconds.

There is only 1 left, 1 more and you can go home, phone Bailey to tell her this was the worst idea she's ever had and go to sleep. 1 more. You can do this, come on, get a grip on yourself Rice!

"Uhm, hello, I-I'm Sean"

People say that love at first sight doesn't exist, that it's something only delusional people believe in. That you can't fall in love with someone right away, that you should know someone first, before you get feelings for that specific person.

I have to agree with them.

You can't fall in love with someone you've never met before.

But apparently, you can fall in love with someone you had a crush on as a 15-year-old, 10 years later.

He'd gotten taller, even though he was already quite tall compared to me when we were 15. His hair had gotten slightly longer, highlighting his features. He seemed stronger, too, not overly so, but just enough that you could see he'd gotten comfortable in his own body. His jaw was covered in the slightest stubble, barely noticeable, and his eyes shone with an uncertainty, hesitantly trying to figure out where he knew me from.

"H-hi, I'm Kaycee"

I saw his eyes widen, lighting up with recogization. His smile became warm, instead of hesitant, and he took the seat in front of me.

"Kaycee, as in, the Kaycee who was my classmate in middle school and high school?

The smile on his face became contagious, and I felt a smile growing on my face, as well as the blush covering my cheeks.

"Yes, that one! It's been such a long time since I last was you! W-what are you doing here?"

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor. Why? Why did I have to be such a weirdo? Why did I have to be so awkward? As if he came to a speed date night for the drinks. Think before you speak, Rice!

But apparently, my gaffe didn't scare him away like I'd thought it would, because his smile became even wider, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and a light chuckle came out of his mouth.

"Well, I came to find a girl I can get to know and eventually fall in love with, and, honestly? Our current situation feels very promising.."

And for just a moment, I sat there, not knowing what to do, or how to react. But as soon as I looked into his eyes, I found myself grateful for the fact that he was the one who decided to break the ice. It made me feel more relaxed, more comfortable, and for some reason, I felt like he knew how stressed I'd been before, and had purposely said something so daring so I could feel comfortable afterwards.

Always thinking about others.

He hadn't changed one bit.

"Okay, so since we only have 7 minutes and I really want to catch up to you, I'd suggest we began talking!"

I smiled once more, still in awe of the boy, no, man now, who sat in front of me, and that's how we started our conversation.

We talked about literally everything, from what we'd studied after we gratuated to what we still did for hobbies, and I completely forgot the time, or how long we had been talking. I simply got so lost in the conversation we had, was so distracted by his eyes, his way of talking, the smile that constantly seemed to be etched around his lips, that I even forgot I was in a room with so many other people in it. It felt like it was just me and him, safely inside of a bubble, talking, and I never wanted this moment to end.

"Well, since I liked maths so much, I decided to go study medicin in Leuven. I've just always wanted to help people, just like so many people helped me through the y-"

My sentence was abruptly cut off by the loud sound of the gong, and I couldn't help but notice that the flash of dissapointment that had undoubtedly crossed my eyes, was reflected into his own.

A high-pitched voice suddenly filled the air, addressing all the participants.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen. You've had the chance to meet all your dates. If you want to, you're always welcome to drink something and talk some more in our little bar. I hope you had a good time, thanks for trusting our speed date business!"

As the applause for the unknown lady slowed down, I dared looking at Sean again. He was already looking at me, that mysterious little smile still etched around his lips. I knew that we'd both had a good time, but what he said next still caught me off guard.

"Let's just get out of here. I know a place we can properly catch up. That is, if you want to, of course."

My face probably lit up like a christmas tree, but I really couldn't care less. Here I was, with my first crush, the first one who made my heart beat faster, the first one who invaded my dreams, the first one who made me feel things I really couldn't explain.

And after all those years, he was still the only one.

I guess I never really let go of him. True, I tried to get over him, convincing myself over the years that it'd just been a silly crush in high school. Truth was, it had always been so much more than that.

"Y-yes, of course I want to! We still have a lot of catching up to do!"

He hurried over to my side of the table, gently pulling my chair so I could stand up. Then, he showed me his arm, signaling me to loop my own through it, and beamed at me.

"Shall we go than, my lady?"

His poor immitation of a British gentleman made me burst with laughter, but made my heart melt at the same time. Together, we walked towards the door -he held it open for me- and stepped into the night, to get to know each other better, and eventually, just maybe, to fall in love.

Remind me to thank Bailey later.

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four princesses? | grayson dolan

💘FLUFFY💘

SUMMARY: IT’S YOUR FIRSTBORN’S BIRTHDAY AND YOU DECIDE TO THREW THE TWINS GENDER REVEAL PARTY ALONG.

WC: 2K

It was very hot summer day, the sun was shining very bright and everything could be melting outside but that didn’t stop Grayson and his beautiful family from celebrating his first daughter’s birthday and giving her the opportunity to have fun with her friends and family. He didn’t want to take it away from her since it was only one time in the whole year she could do whatever she wanted even though she was only four years old.

Of course Grayson didn’t want to take away her birthday because it was the first time she was celebrating them with her baby sister, Rhiannon, who was only nine months old and the only one before her new siblings would arrive.

Grayson was beyond excited also because today was the day they would announce the gender of his twin babies. Yes, exactly. Twins. He was over the moon about the fact that he was himself having twins and the family tree could continue having twins just like him and Ethan. He knew very well that it was Remington’s special moment but he wanted to teach her that her family was the most special and important thing she could ever have so sharing the gender now would be all perfect.

Also, he was super happy because he couldn’t imagine a better woman than you to share those moments together, a better partner in crime and the best life supporter he could have. Being together for almost eight years, having shared so many things and moments good and bad, having your first child at only eighteen and having a YouTube career and millions of fans and now sharing not one not two but soon four kids Grayson couldn’t imagine having another girl by his side. You were the most beautiful, intelligent and breath taking woman his eyes could land on.

“Hey, baby.” You broke his daydream when you entered the background of the new house and the place you were throwing the two parties. You walked towards him, wearing a very tight velvet pink dress showing your four months baby bump which was kind of big considering the two babies.

“Hey, beautiful. You look fine as hell.” He greeted you and kissed your lips. “Where are the girls?” He looked around since there was no a picture of them.

“Cameron has them. She doesn’t want me to do anything and stress myself. Also, she is done with the gender surprise. Damn, that girl is the best and I feel so bad since I left her practically do everything on her own.” You told him as you sat down since the babies were all day kicking like crazy.

“Please don’t. I wanted to do it and damn I feel like those will be my only nieces I will ever have since Ethan isn’t planning on setting down ever.” Cameron’s voice heard behind you. You both turned towards her direction and she had Rhiannon on her left hand and Remington walking by her side while grabbing her right arm.

“You know it’s not the truth.” Grayson chuckled as he took Remi on his lap and kissed her. She was wearing a pink-white dress and a flower crown on her head and a lipstick coloring her lips. “hey, princess. You look so beautiful.”

Remi smiled widely as she shoved herself to his neck and giggled. She was a bit shy when she was getting all the attention but Grayson was speaking the truth. A small noise made us all turn to Cameron who was still holding Rhiannon on her hands. The small baby was cooing while shaking hands and feet somehow telling us she was there too. “Of course you look beautiful too little princess.” Grayson laughed while kissing her small bare feet. She was wearing a yellow flower clothes, Cameron had brought her, and a cute little hat.

You look at the man in front of you and smiled. You were so lucky to have him on your life and of course those beautiful children he had have you. For only twenty two years old, you were both super mature and ready for everything life throws at you.

“Where the hell is Ethan? This kid lives with us and is never around.” You questioned the siblings. Like the brothers had said they would live side by side with their family and since Ethan doesn’t have his own family he lives with you so filming and such things would be easy for them.

“Right here bitches.” He made his appearance around the corner, wearing his best clothes and styled hair. He was smirking as he approached you and grabbed Remi from Grayson’s hands and kissing her cheek, he was her godfather after all like Cameron was to Rhiannon’s. “Oh my God, Remi you are the most beautiful girl on the entire world. You took from me after all.”

“She looks like me; of course she would look like you too.” Grayson said annoyed sending a glare to Ethan.

“Whatever.”

“Guys, people are coming. You can leave all those things behind.” You said after hearing the doorbell rang. The party is starting.

Soon after one hour the garden was full with people and children and Remi’s friends from day care. They were laughing, playing and running around while giggling and screaming out of happiness. You were talking with a few people while Grayson was filming some things with Ethan so they could put it on the Tuesday video. Of course, Bryant was the camera man of the day and filming the party but they wanted some things to add too.

“People, please, gather around it’s time for the birthday girl to blow her candles.” Cameron shouted to the crowd as she brought the gigantic cake over and Remi laughed and screamed like crazy when she saw her aunt.

Your family and Grayson’s family, friends and parents all stood in front of the table where Remi sat and waited everyone to sing for her. You grabbed Grayson by the hand as you watched your baby girl happier than ever, her eyes glowing with happiness and a wide smile never leaving her lips.

Before everyone could see though Remi looked at you and yelled for you attention. “momma!”

“What is it baby?” You asked her confused as you let go of Gray’s hand.

“Rhi, I want her with me.” She said and pointed to her sister. Everyone awed at the scene in front of them while you took Rhiannon from Lisa and walked besides Remi so her sister could be right next to her.

“Happy birthday Remington, happy birthday to you.” Everyone finished singing and after making her wish, Remi blew her candle and cheered along with others clapping her hands making Rhiannon do the same thing or at least try to.

You smiled and kissed her head. “Happy birthday princess. mommy and daddy loves you.” You said as Grayson got near you and took the baby out of your hands so you wouldn’t be lifting much weight while being pregnant.

“She is already four years old. Can you believe it? It was like yesterday you told me you were pregnant and now she is a growing human being.” He took you on your arms, kissing your temple and admiring the small girl that made him a dad grow up way too fast for his liking.

“You’re right. Time flies so fast. But the only that matters is that our babies are all healthy and happy.”

“couldn’t agree more.” He said and went to find a chair to sit so he could eat his piece of cake and find Rhiannon too.

The first part of the today’s party was done and you couldn’t more relieved about it. But now you felt more anxious about the second part; the gender reveal. The most stressing and exciting part of the day and well your whole pregnancy.

It was time to find the genders so Cameron grabbed you by your hands and made you and Grayson stand in front of the crowd since you would be the ones finding out. No one knew except Cameron.

Before you could so anything Grayson’s dad came and stood besides his youngest and with Remi on his hands. “I will not say much and bore you out. I never imagine in my life that i would be standing here in that young of age to find the gender of not the first not the second but the third and fourth grandchild of mine. really words can’t make you understand how I feel right now but I am so happy and excited. Of course Remington being my first grandchild would always be my favorite but don’t tell this to anyone.” He faked whispered to Remi who giggled. “I am so proud of you Gray.”

“I won’t even look at you.” Grayson said and laughed as he tried to hide his tears from his dad. You all laughed at him and clapped your hands at Sean for his amazing speech. He was very good at this.

Cameron and Ethan placed two boxes in front of you which wrote: Thing 1 and Thing 2, which made you chuckle and smile.

She stood between you too to explain. “Each one of you will open one box and fireworks and balloons will be popped and the color will show the gender. Let me get out of here.” She said after hugging you and giving you a kiss.

Before you could open the boxes, Grayson grabbed your hand and hugged you tightly and kissing your lips after saying a small ‘i love you’.

He stood in front of the first box and after taking a small breath, he opened it and soon a small firework was erupted. You looked up and smiled widely when you saw the color.

It was pink.

Your first twin was a girl. Grayson smiled and kisses you again. “Baby, open the other please. I can’t wait. Please, do it.” He was being a small child as your hands grabbed each side and way too fast opened and the second box and the firework was let out.

You swallowed the bump on your throat and looked up.

It was also pink.

Your eyes widened and you hide your mouth in your hands as all the people cheered and most out of all of them Grayson. He was beyond excited. “Y/N, we’re having twin girls. Two more princesses. I can’t believe it.” He grabbed you in his strong arms and spin you around but carefully and kissing your lips deep. “I can’t believe i am going to have four princesses around the house and one queen. It’s amazing.”

You stood back on your feet and smiled as you saw Grayson hugging tightly with Ethan who was so excited too. Grayson never really wanted twin boys, he was always talking about twin girl and his wish came true.

Suddenly you felt someone picking your leg. You turned around and looked at Remi’s beautiful face. “Mommy, my wish came true.”

“What do you mean baby?”

“My birthday wish. I wish the babies will be girls and it came true.” She explained and you nodded your head.

“That is amazing Remi doll. You will be the best big sister ever.” you hugged her and you heard your name being called.

It was Bryant who wanted to take a family picture with the balloons. Grayson took on his hands Remington while you took Rhiannon since he was the lighter one since you were pregnant. You stood between the two boxes with the pink balloons and posed for the picture. Thank God, Rhiannon was behaving and smiling to for the picture.

After Bryant was done you stood there to admire the beautiful family you and Grayson created and how happy you all were about the two new additions. You also were happy that you were going to have two more daughters. You always believed that girls are a bigger blessing not that you didn’t like boys.

Grayson turned to look at you and flashed you a smile. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you so much for our baby girls.” he leaned and kissed your lips for the millionth time that day.

Now, you were pretty sure that he was the right man for you, your soul mate and the guy that gave you the greatest things he could ever give you, your four baby girls.

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kennasnowwrites-blog · 6 years

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The Wedding Series Part 2: I get to love you (Sean x Mc)

Part 1

Pairings: Sean x Mc (Taylor)

Word Count: 4,361

Rating: Nothin’ but Fluff

Summary: After the vows are read and the newly wed seal their love with an old tradition and a kiss, it’s time to party!

And remember: if you like it, please reblog it!

Taylor stepped out of her limo and into the surprisingly warm spring sun. She was whisked inside the barn they had rented out in the middle of a beautiful field with hay and other wild flowers. The ceremony outside was set up with gorgeous pink and white flowers and a twig made arch with tulle and rose petals. Guests walked around outside as they greeted one another and prepared for the wedding to begin. The bridesmaids and groomsman stood in the barn with Taylor, Sean and Craig already stood at the end of the isle.

Diego handed Taylor her bouquet of flowers, which included peonies, baby’s breath, and sprigs of lavender. She lightly jumped up and down as she heard the guests take their seats and the wedding party began to come together. Grace and Aleister lined up together first with Zahra and Raj right behind, Estela and Jake stood next to each other, with Michelle and Elijah next and Quinn stood behind them all and but in front of Taylor. Diego stood behind Taylor and he held the rings and was ready to fix Taylor’s dress as she began to walk down the isle. Tricia found her place next to Taylor and smiled at her, her eyes glowed, as she looked the bride up and down.

“Thank you for walking me down the isle,” Taylor said to her as the music began to play that welcomed the wedding party down the isle.

“Of course,” Tricia said as she moved a stray piece of hair from Taylor’s face. “You’re going to be apart of the family, might as welcome you in style.”

The wedding party moved forward and Taylor felt her heart pound in her chest. Just beyond the barn doors was her groom, and even though it had been less than 24 hours since she last saw him, she was excited to see him once again at the end of the isle and officially tie the knot. The wedding march played while the group moved forward and Taylor stopped right at the edge of the doors for Quinn to finish walking down the isle and for the guests to stand in her honor.

The entire room paused as Quinn made it down the isle. They all finally stood and brought their attention to the other end of the isle, opposite from Sean. Sean took a deep breath as Taylor and Tricia stood out into the setting sun. His face lit up as he saw his blushing bride, a smile spread across his face and he couldn’t help but have his eyes water a little bit as she made her way toward him. She gave him a smile back and a nervous but excited giggle escaped her lips as she wanted to be down the isle already.

Taylor handed her flowers to Quinn as she reached the end of the isle and Tricia quickly kissed her on the cheek before she went over to her son and kissed him on the cheek as well. Diego snuck to the end of the line of groomsmen and held onto the rings until it was time for them to be handed over to Sean and Taylor. Tricia took her seat and the officiant cleared his throat to begin the ceremony.

Taylor turned toward Sean and really saw him for the first time. She smiled up at him as they took each other’s hands. He smiled down at her, tears gleamed in his eyes as the wedding officiant spoke but neither of them heard him. They were lost in each other’s eyes, they tried to take each other all in and they tried to not lose kiss each other right then and there. Taylor felt Sean squeeze her hands as he gave her a subtle wink. She hopped from one foot to another with excitement, her smile and her happiness only increased the longer she looked up at her groom.

“The vows?” the two of them heard and Taylor turned toward Quinn while Sean turned toward Craig and they both were handed a piece of paper with their vows written on them. Sean gestured for Taylor to go first and she giggled as she involuntarily grabbed his hand after she opened her paper.

“Sean,” she began, a lump in the back of her throat rose and she tried to push it back down. “I had no idea what love was until I met you. I had never experienced something so thrilling, scary, and amazing all at the same time. I always felt like something was missing from my life, and when I met you I realized it was you and it was your love for me. You have been with me through some of the most difficult times of my life; you’ve helped me overcome so much more than you will ever know. And I know you will continue to help me overcome every obstacle in my life no matter how minor or intense that obstacle may be. When I first met you on that plane, I never in a million years thought you would pick me to marry. To hold your hand through thick and thin, to experience this crazy thing called life. And I never imagined you would love me more than I thought was ever possible. Because of you, I know what love is, and I know that my life wouldn’t be worth living if you weren’t with me by my side. I can’t wait to grow and learn with you and to forever call you my husband.”

Sean wiped a tear that rolled down Taylor’s face and she laughed as she finished her vows. He squeezed her hand as she recollected herself and he cleared his throat to being his speech. He barely kept it together and Taylor could tell.

“Taylor,” he began, his voice broke and he covered it with a cough. “I was in a dark place when you met me. I was stressed with going pro and finishing up school and I really wanted to make everyone in my life proud. But you brought the light back into my life that I had been seeking for so long. I knew right as I ran into you on that plane that you were the light I needed, you were the thing I needed to keep me strong and to stop myself from beating myself up at the smallest of things. I’m blessed and so lucky that you picked me, out of every single person in the world you could have picked, you decided to pick me to continue our journey through life. I was scared to fall in love with you so fast and so hard but at the end of the day, it felt right to fall in love with you the way that I did and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m really the luckiest man in the world to have such a strong, compassionate, smart, stunning, and amazing woman in my life. I know you will continue to be my light in my dark moments and I hope that I will be your light too. I can’t wait to follow you through the rest of our lives and have crazy and adventurous journeys that hopefully don’t end in us saving the world. Thank you for giving me the chance to experience love again and thank you for marrying a silly guy like me.”

It was time for Taylor to wipe a tear off of Sean’s face and he chuckled as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Everyone in the audience dapped at their eyes as the ceremony continued. Diego handed the wedding officiant the rings as soon as he asked for them and Taylor and Sean slipped them onto each other’s fingers before they turned toward the audience. The officiant pulled out a pink ribbon, the same pink ribbon they had at their handfasting ceremony back on the island. The officiant tied their hands together.

“This ribbon,” he said. “Symbolizes the bond these two have for each other. Today, Sean and Taylor bind their love for one another using this ribbon, showing their devotion, love, and connection they have for one another. Sean, do you take Taylor to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Sean said as he looked down at Taylor with a smile.

“And Taylor, do you take Sean to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!” she squealed as she hit him with the side of her hip.

“Then I know pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

The crowd cheered as they leaned into one another, their lips met with huge smiles on their faces and tears that stained their cheeks. They stayed like that together for a moment before they pulled away and looked at the people around them. Everyone cheered, Quinn handed Taylor her flowers back before Sean and Taylor made their way back down the isle with music in the background. They made their way down and back into the barn where large bulb lights were strung through out, lace and tulle strung about in the dim lighting, pink, lavender, and white flowers were spread out on the tables for a rustic look.

The guests entered the room and were greeted with cocktails and appetizers as the wedding party was asked to come outside for pictures. The photographer gathered the wedding party and they took pictures in different areas around the rustic barn. They all laughed and joked as they took pictures together before she had them split off. Sean and Taylor were asked to take a break while she got all of the bridesmaids and groomsmen together, including Diego of course.

“You look stunning,” Sean whispered to her as they watched their friends take funny pictures.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Taylor teased as she hit her hip against Sean’s.

“How in the world did I get so lucky?” he asked as he brought his gaze from his friends down to his wife.

“Are you sure I’m not the lucky one?” she asked him and he gave her a chuckle before he kissed her on the top of the head.

“When can we remove this, by the way?” he raised their hands that were still bound together with the pink ribbon. “I love holding your hand but this is getting a little sweaty.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” she said with a laugh. “We have to be tied together for a year and a day to prove our love for one another.”

Sean laughed as he kissed her on the lips. “If we were really bound together for a year and a day I think one of us would kill each other. And my bet is you’d kill me first.”

Taylor laughed with him, their lips pressed together again. “I think you’re right. I won’t mind seeing you every single day for a year and a day but I think I might go insane if I had to be this close to you for that long.”

The photographer called them over for them to take some couple shots while the wedding party relaxed for a bit. They took the standard wedding picture poses. They held each other close and kissed, they took one where Sean dipped Taylor low, they took a few of just their bonded hands, they did couple close up, and a couple far away. They matter sure to keep everything simple and elegant, something they would want to look back on in fifty years and not be embarrassed by.

Tricia and Elijah then began to take pictures with them before Taylor stepped out and it was just the three of them that took a small family photo. Elijah and Tricia then stepped out of the wedding party photos for the original gang to get one good picture of all of them, the first one of the twelve of them since La Huerta. They finished up the photo shoot before they headed back inside where the DJ announced the names of the people in the wedding party before he announced Taylor and Sean for the first time.

They walked in, their hands still bound together, as the room cheered for them and the dance floor cleared. They removed the ribbon as their first song dance began to play. I get to love you played through the speakers as they took each other in their arms, the ribbon in Taylor’s hand and they would save it for later. They waltzed around the dance floor with their friends and family around them.

“I think every person in the universe is jealous of me right now,” Sean said to her. “Because I just married the perfect woman.”

“Well then everyone is just going to be jealous of both of us,” she told him. “Because I just married the perfect man.”

“Are we really going to fight about who’s really the perfect one out of both of us?” he gave her a smiling frown. “Are we really going to be that couple?”

Taylor laughed as she leaned up to kiss him and they continued to dance with the music in the background. “Maybe people are just going to secretly hate us instead of secretly be jealous of us.”

“Oh gosh we’re going to be that couple,” Sean snickered. “No one’s going to invite us to game nights anymore.”

“Then we’ll just buy ourselves some new friends,” she joked. “We got the budget to spend some money on some fake friends.”

Sean laughed as he pulled her close and the song came to a close. Elijah and Tricia stepped onto the dance floor. Sean gave Taylor a quick kiss on the cheek before Elijah accompanied her in the daughter-father dance and Tricia joined Sean for the mother-son dance. Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift began to play as the two couples swayed to the music, happy in their own thoughts.

“Thank you for dancing with me,” Taylor said to Elijah after a moment.

“Of course,” he replied with a smile. “It’s my honor. You make my brother happy and I haven’t seen him this happy in awhile. It’s really my pleasure.”

Taylor turned over her shoulder to look at Sean who led his mother in a dance. He laughed at something she said and his eyes crinkled in the corners. His smile lit up the entire room, and he threw his head back ever so slightly. He truly did seem happy. The smile on his face felt real and genuine. She had seen that smile a few times before. The first time was on the island when they played Marco Polo in the pool. The second time was their handfasting. The third time was when they escaped the island and he got to see his mom and Elijah for the first time in who knew how long. And then there was this time, at their wedding while he read his vows and while he danced with his mom. He caught Taylor’s eye across the room and he gave him a friendly wink. Taylor smiled and she turned back to Elijah, the music slowly began to come to an end.

“Well, I’m glad I make him happy,” Taylor said. “He makes me happier than he’ll ever know.”

They danced together for a few more moments before the song ended and Elijah brought Taylor back to Sean before the four of them left the dance floor. Everyone found their tables, the wedding party sat at the first long table that faced the dance floor and the rest of the guests. Chattered begun around everyone as dinner was served. Savory plates of salmon with wild rice sat in front of some guests while other guests preferred a hearty steak with roasted carrots. Several guests would get up and head to the open bar on the other side of the room to refill their drinks. Some of them would stop half way there and chat with people they recognized from other events or didn’t see each other in awhile.

The wedding party’s table was given their choice of white wine or red wine and their glasses were refilled before they could get low. Sean nudged Taylor lightly with his elbow as he dug into his steak. She gave him a flirty look as she kneed him underneath the table and took a bit of her salmon. They quickly ate before they decided to make their rounds, their glasses of wines in their hands. They walked to each table together and accepted compliments from Sean’s family and hugged old friends from college. They dodged the question of where Taylor’s family was with the simple answer that they couldn’t afford the trip down but they would have a little ceremony in a few months when they were going to go see them. Although that was a complete lie.

After Taylor had found out she was willed into existence, it had been hard for her to accept the fact that she really had no family. Well, unless you want to count Vaanu but he was the island’s sprit not a real physical being that could attend a wedding. But Sean had helped her come to terms with the fact that the gang was her real family. They had needed her when times were tough and that was enough for her. Sure she wanted a brother or a sister to tease and a mom or dad to go shopping with, but she could find that within her friends. It had been tough on her, but she knew everyone around her was there to support her and be there for her.

“Do you want a drink, my queen?” Sean asked as he looked down at Taylor’s empty glass.

“That would be perfect, my king,” she said with a smile as she handed him her empty glass and he quickly headed to the bar.

He returned a moment later with a colorful drink in one hand and dark and stormy in the other. He handed her the colorful drink and the cheered as they headed back to their table to prepare for the maid of honor and best man speeches. They both sat down as Diego took the side of his knife and hit his glass to gather everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to him as the room around him went silent.

“Hello everyone,” Diego began as he spoke into the microphone that was provided to him. “If you don’t know me my name is Diego and I’m best friends with the bride, Taylor. I wasn’t a groomsmen or a bridesmaid. Taylor and Sean trusted me enough to plan their entire wedding and that is the biggest honor I could have been given. But they did tell me I was allowed to make a speech so here it goes. Taylor, before I met you I was really lost. I was a weird college student who made too many movie references and had little to no friends. But you were there for me in a time of need. You held my hand when I needed it and your protected me from any evil that came my way. You have always been supportive of me and my life and you are the best friend I have been asking for. You are the strongest person I know and without you I’m not sure where I would be in life. I don’t think I could have finished college and I don’t think I would have gone on the craziest adventure of my life to La Huerta and I wouldn’t have met the most amazing people in the world. I’m honored I get to call you my best friend and I’m even more honored that I get to see you marry the perfect man. And Sean, if you ever hurt my dear Taylor, we’re going to have a problem. But I’ll hire a hitman because you’re like twice my size. Cheers to the bride and groom!”

The audience laughed at Diego’s subtle joke and applauded him as he finished. He sat back down after he gave a hug to Taylor and Sean. He handed the microphone over to Quinn who stood and waited for the crowd to become silent once again. She smiled over at Taylor and Sean before she began her speech.

“Hi friends,” she said with a bubbly laugh. “My name is Quinn and I’m the maid of honor. When Taylor asked me to be her maid of honor I was overjoyed and I will admit I did cry a little bit. I met Taylor on a plane to La Huerta. She was the only face I didn’t recognize on the plane but she made an effort to come and say hello to me. We stepped off that plane, confused and worried but you were the smiling face with hope and you always made sure we were happy and taken care of. You let me rant and vent to you even though we barely knew each other. You were and still are the kindest soul I have met in years. I couldn’t help but cry a little bit when you walked down the isle today. I didn’t think you would be able to meet someone that was perfect for you. Someone who is strong, ambitious, and a leader just like you. But of course, you happened to find the perfect man for your life. And just like what Diego said, Sean, if you dare to hurt our best friend, you’ll be in a world of pain. But we all know you and you would be the last one to ever hurt her. But thank you, Sean, for loving her more than any of us ever could. And with that, I’ll turn it over to the best man, Craig.”

Everyone clapped as Quinn finished up her and Sean leaned over to give Taylor a quick kiss on the cheek before the mic was handed over to Craig. He cleared his throat before he began.

“Hi guys, I’m Craig,” he started. “I’m the best man and also best friends with Sean. It really came to no shock to me that he asked me to be his best man. We’ve been best friends since the first football practice at Hartfeld our freshman year. He was this cool, suave guy that I really looked up to. I was awkward with a bowl cut and weird glasses that didn’t fit my head. I was really shy too and didn’t think I belonged within the football world surrounded by cool guys like Sean. But he encouraged me to be a better person and to try harder. He helped me stay in football and he helped me with every little thing. He was there for me when I needed someone to talk to and he helped me face my fears. He was the one that encouraged me to apply to the dream to go to La Huerta and I’m glad I went because if I hadn’t I wouldn’t have seen my best friend fall in love with the perfect woman. I was skeptical when I first met Taylor, I knew she was crushing hard on Sean and I just wanted him to be happy and to be with someone as strong and adventurous as him. But after I got to know her some more, I realized she was the person Sean had been looking for all of these years. She had shown him compassion, empathy, and love like no one before. She knew how to calm in down and how to care for him unlike anyone else. I don’t think I could pick a better person to love Sean or a better person to love Taylor. So cheers to the happy couple! And let’s get this party started!”

The audience cheered as they raised their glasses and Taylor tilted her head back with laughter. Craig kissed her on the forehead as she hugged him and Sean gave him a bro hug. The DJ turned the music up and groups of people began to head to the dance floor. Sean pushed his chair back as he took the last swing of his drink. He put his hand out to Taylor and she gave him a grin as she finished her fruity drink and took his hand. He led her to the dance floor as other couples danced around them.

Sean spun Taylor around and she giggled as they continued to dance. They sang at the top of their lungs to their favorite songs. They grabbed a few drinks as they continued to dance, their entire world seemed so happy and filled with joy in the moments they spent together. Soon it was time for them to cut the cake. They cut the chocolate cake as everyone watched; they placed the small cake on a plate before they both took their own bites. Sean took a handful of cake out of the masterpiece that stood before them and shoved it into Taylor’s face. She gasped as the icing hit her and she tried not to let any drip down her dress.

“Sean!” she squealed with a little giggle. She picked up a handful of her own cake and slapped him across the face with it. She laughed as he blinked, a big smile on his face, and he pressed his lips into her cheek, which only smeared the cake more on their faces.

They cleaned up as what was left of the messy cake was served to the guests. The continued to dance into the night until the guests began to leave one by one. They left their own gifts for the couple on the table by the door before they wished the couple well. Diego collected everything and put it all in his car, he would return the gifts to them later, after their honeymoon that was still a secret to Taylor. Soon, their limo arrived and before Taylor could say anything, Sean lifted her up and brought her to the limo. He kissed her passionately as the driver closed the door.

#long post #endless summer #es #sean gayle #sean x mc #kenna writes #my fics #the wedding series

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kennadavenportgayle · 6 years

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Mother’s Day (Sean x Mc)

Title: Mother’s Day

Pairings: Sean x MC (Taylor)

Rating: PG

Word count: 2,040

Summary: Sean surprises Taylor-along with their two daughters-in bed on mother’s day with breakfast. They soon head on an adventure to the zoo while Sean and Taylor talk about the future of their family.

Author’s note: Rip Es amiright? Anyway, as promised, and like the last hiatus, I’mm be posting an ES fic every day at 12:30pm PST so y’all don’t have to die in this drought even though I’m pretty sure this won’t help you lol. Anyway, enjoy.

The sun spilled into the room between the gap of the curtains, the soft early morning slight stretching out over her face and chocolate brown hair. She stretched and yawned, coming to as she pulled the blanket up to her chin. She smiled to herself, thinking that both of their daughters had slept through the night. She rolled over to look over at Sean’s side of the bed but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized her husband was nowhere to be found.

“Sean?” she called out but there was no answer.

Instead, she was greeted with a knock at the door and several little whispers and giggles. She sat up in bed as the door creaked opened—Sean always said he would oil it but he always did forget—and two little girls with their hair in buns and their pjs still on, shakily carried a tray with an arrangement of breakfast items on top, into the room. Taylor gave them a bright smile as they slowly brought it to her side of the bed; their little arms shaking as Taylor gratefully took it from them. Sean followed close behind, his pj bottoms being dragged underneath his feet as it hung low on his hips, his oversized white shirt covering his stomach that would have been exposed.

“What is this?” Taylor asked as Sean helped the two little girls onto their giant California King sized bed.

“They wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” Sean responded, kissing Taylor on the head. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“We’re you surprised mommy?” one of the five-year-olds asked.

“I very much was, Ella, thank you,” Taylor responded as she quickly hugged her. “And we made you a card,” Mia, Ella’s twin sister, shyly said as she handed Taylor a roughly cut out heart, an entire glitter factory somehow being blown up on the card, and on the side was choppy handwriting that only five-year-olds could create.

Both the girls signed their names on the inside with the words “I love you” written above it, little stick figure pictures drawn in crayon with the bodies long and spaghetti-like. Arrows pointed to the different sticky figures saying mommy, daddy, Mia, Ella, and another pointed to a dog-shaped figure with the word “puppy” pointing to it. Taylor glanced up to look at Sean who was sitting on the bed now too. We don’t have a dog, she mouthed and he merrily shrugged. “Well thank you girls,” she said kissing and hugging them both. “This was very sweet of you.”

She looked at the tray that was sitting in her lap. A coffee with not nearly enough creamer in it was sitting in her favorite mug, half of the contents spilled all over the tray. The liquid of the coffee was mixing with the orange juice, only a drop in the glass. A plate with slightly burned toast was smeared with her favorite strawberry jelly, a plate of very pale looking pancakes sat next to it. And of course, the classic sugary cereal in the bowl with milk was last; it had clearly been assembled first.

“Mia and Ella insisted on making everything themselves,” Sean said with that tone that sounds like they’re really proud of their kids but it’s also the universal pitch for other adults to just be proud of the kids too. “They also wanted to carry the tray by themselves. And they insisted on pouring the milk on the cereal first.”

Taylor gave them a small laugh. “Well I love it, thank you girls. And you know I’ve heard that daddy’s favorite food is cereal.”

Sean chuckled as Taylor handed him the mushing Frosted Flakes but she shoveled a spoonful into his mouth anyway, smiling behind the pain. Taylor decided to just eat the pancake with her hands, since the utensils seemed to be hiding underneath a watery mess of orange juice and coffee. She pulled it apart, giving the cooked parts to her daughters and swallowing down the raw middle. They all ate together in quiet for a bit, picking at Taylor’s food until the only thing left was the liquidy mess. Sean carefully took it off Taylor’s lap and headed downstairs to put it away as Ella and Mia snuggled up underneath the blanket with their mother.

“We have a surprise for you!” Mia said, in that excited five-year old way.

“Really?!” Taylor said, her voice pitch trying to reach the same excitement as Mia’s. “Well can I know what the surprise is?”

“We’re going to the zoo!” Ella quickly shouted, jumping out of the little crook where she was all snuggled up.

“Ella!” Mia snapped, shooting a look any five-year old would be scared of. “You weren’t supposed to tell her!”

Taylor laughed as Sean reentered the room. “Ella did you ruin the surprise?” he asked her, scooping her up and tossing her in the air until she giggled. “I guess there’s nothing left to do but go get ready for the zoo!” The two kindergartens screamed and jumped up and down as Mia climbed out of bed and Ella escaped Sean’s grasp.

“Okay go pick out your outfits and I’ll do your hair,” Sean called out to them as they skipped out of the room. “And then tell me what animals you want to see while we’re there!”

Taylor climbed out of bed and headed toward the door, ready to help the two little girls gets dressed. Sean stopped her in the doorway, putting his hands above him and hanging slightly on the door frame. His white t-shirt came up just enough for her to get a peak at his abs. She eyed him curiously as he refused to move but brought his lips down to hers.

“You,” he said each word between a kiss. “Have nothing to worry about, I have the girls, and you go take a shower, put on your favorite outfit, take your time.”

“Wow,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “ I wish every day was Mother’s Day.”

He chuckled as he kissed her once more and gave her a hug. She turned to head to the shower and he quickly smacked her butt. She flashed him a look over her shoulder and he gave her a seductive wink before heading to get his two little Taylors ready for the day. She turned the hot water on and stripped off her clothes. The water immediately began to fog up the bathroom glass as she stepped in and washed herself off. She even had enough time to wash her hair and she made sure to leave the conditioner in for a little bit longer than usual, it would probably be a year before she would be able to wash her hair like this again. She also took a moment to shave, not having done it since probably Valentine’s Day when she begged Diego to take the girls for the weekend so Sean and her could spend some time to themselves.

When she was done, she turned the water off and wrapped herself in a big towel, drying herself off and walking into the bedroom where a nice outfit was spread on the bed. She glanced up and looked at the door, Mia and Ella gasped as they scampered away, wanting to see what Taylor thought of the outfit they had chosen for her. She laughed and quickly pulled the ripped jeans over her legs, putting the light pink t-shirt on, and pairing it with a complementary jean jacket. She found her own white strappy sandals and threw them on. She swiped on some makeup before putting on a pair of oversized sunglasses and head downstairs.

The three of them waited for her as she walked down the stairs. Mia and Ella giggled and jumped with excitement as Taylor smiled at them, giving them a little fashion show as she walked down the stairs.

“You look pretty mommy,” Ella squealed as she hugged Taylor’s legs and Mia joined her.

“Do you like how daddy did our hair?” Mia twirled as she broke away from her mom and showed Taylor the work Sean has done.

Mia’s hair was in two very loose braids, the elastics looking like they might fall off of her kinky hair, ruining the imperfect braids. Ella’s hair sat on top of her head in two little space buns, a few bobby pins sticking out and they looked like they would fall off of her head if she ran too fast. She smiled and kissed them both, “Daddy did a great job.”

Sean laughed, knowing she was being sarcastic but he took the false compliment anyway. He even had time to dress and get the two girls some food and water in them while Taylor was getting ready. They grabbed a couple of supplies they would need for a few hour trip to the zoo and they pilled into the car. They only drove for a few minutes before they had arrived. A few other families were already there, children running in front of their parents as they anxiously waited to get their ticket to head into the zoo. A few overstressed moms didn’t look as anxious and stressed today, holding their toddler’s hands as they headed inside the gate.

Sean pulled his wallet out and bought four tickets and they walked in, presenting their tickets to a zookeeper nearby. Ella and Mia grabbed Sean and Taylor’s hands as they tried to pull them along, wanting to see the lions, elephants, and penguins. Taylor snagged a map and led the three of them around, heading to the penguins first.

Mia and Ella ran ahead, still in sight of their parents, as they pressed their chubby cheeks on the glass of the penguin exhibit. They pointed and jumped as a few penguins dived into the water, swimming elegantly with one another. One penguin hopped back onto dry land and shook off her feathers, splashing her fellow birds with droplets of water. Sean and Taylor stood back as they watched the two curious girls admire the animals, leaving kissy marks on the glass that they were sure a billion other kids had touched and kissed as well. Whatever to build their immune systems.

Soon, they moved on to the otters that were a little ways away. They dove, carrying rocks and air bubbles popping off their fur, right on the glass. Mia and Ella tapped on the glass and ran around with smiles on their faces and their giggles filling the air as they tried to keep up with the fast swimming otters. Sean and Taylor sat on a bench, hand in hand, and admired their daughters, still wondering how they were able to create such beautiful little girls.

“Hey,” Sean said nudging Taylor as they watch Mia trip and fall, only for Ella to stop and run back to her sister, helping her up and cleaning her off before they were both running around again, naming the otters silly things like ‘rock’ and ‘seaweed’. “What do you think about having another one?”

“Yeah?” Taylor asked, peering at him from behind her sunglasses. “You think you’re ready for another 40 weeks of being pregnant?”

Sean chuckled and brought her hand to his lips. “But seriously, do you think we could raise another one?”

Taylor looked at Mia and Ella, who were now distracted by an ant on the ground and marched around him, arms pumping and they lifted their legs high. She shrugged and looked back at Sean. “We have screwed up on these two yet, I mean they aren’t dead. But we might get a surprise fourth one just like how we got a surprise second one.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t want to have a surprise fourth one with anyone else,” he pulled her in and gave her a quick kiss. “So, you wanna start trying?”

Taylor nodded, giving him a big grin. “I think five years of having these two brats around, we’re finally ready.”

Sean chuckled as they both stood to gather the two girls and head on to the next exhibit.

#sean gayle #sean x mc #sean x taylor #kenna writes #my fics #playchoices #pixelberry

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mortimers-cross · 6 years

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LND Post 2 of 3

For this post, my aim is to give a play-by-play of the "highlights" of the production, as nearly as I can remember. I've been ridiculously overthinking how to write about such a widely-despised (with plenty of good reason) show, so I'm endeavouring to forget all of that and just describe the experience like one would about any other show. I went in expecting more or less a carbon copy of the revamped Australian production that was filmed and released on DVD a few years ago. Little did I know it had been revamped yet again for the Hamburg production! So, a mixture of those two is what we're getting in the US Tour, and I must say it works. There are still significant areas of weakness, ones that have been present from the beginning and, quite frankly, there's little left that can be done about it. This will be long, and there will be spoilers for the two people on earth who don't already know the entire plot.

With that in mind...

Act I

Prologue

"'Til I Hear You Sing"

I don't know that I'll ever grow used to this song being the first in the show. However, it's certainly better than Mme Giry wandering around Deserted Phantasma and Fleck's cheesy transition into the main narrative: "Remember how it was? Remember??? (HINT HINT The rest of the show will be a Flashback, I hope you understand clearly now, I CLEARLY said the keywords Was and Remember!)." Still, having spent eight years being used to Ramin's rendition, it's difficult hearing anyone Not-Ramin perform this song right off the bat, before spending the whole show growing accustomed to their voice. Still, Gardar Thor Cortes was wonderful.

Scene 1: Coney Island 1907

"The Coney Island Waltz"

The Trio (Fleck, Squelch, Gangle) were phenomenal throughout - voices, faces, goofy antics, everything. Their tight harmonies on the eerie-sounding trio-bits...YES. Apart from the few lines sung by the Trio, this scene remains mainly instrumental. And it's where The Set is first revealed in all its monstrous, shiny, spectacular spectacle. I can't remember exactly at what point in the music this happens, but the stage suddenly bursts into life - carnival lights come on, the ensemble wander about dressed as various performers and hawkers, and my favourite bit, The Carousel (one of the animals is a White Boar, probably actually a warthog, but I am calling it a Whyte Boar because King Richard. End of story.). The Carousel is the first (if I remember correctly) set piece to showcase the Turntable, which will be present throughout the show (and at times make me very nervous for the performers' safety).

It was this scene that indicated to me that, although my friend and I were in theory only watching this show for the music and weren't expecting much otherwise, this was going to be a much more exciting production than we'd anticipated.

Scene 2: Onstage at Phantasma

"Only For You"

This, of course, is one of the cheesy 'Erik's Cheap Vaudeville Trash' scenes/songs from which one doesn't expect much to begin with. But it is the first time you hear Meg's voice. Mary Michael Patterson is amazing (get used to it, they were all amazing) - come to think of it, she may have been my favourite voice in the entire cast. Maybe. And it's hard not to at least be entertained by the stunts and antics in this scene.

Scene 3: Madame Giry's Office

"Mother, Did You See?"

This is one scene whose Aussie Revamp Changes disappointed, and still disappoint me. It probably does flow better this way, with Giry griping about Erik behind his back rather than actually to his face (though she'd probably not be afraid in the least to complain to his face). Hmm, come to think of it, it's more like Erik wouldn't bother hanging around with the Girys all that much except when necessary. Still, I liked this scene as Giry Confronts The Phantom, because it meant more Erik-solos. They took away Erik-solos and gave them to the Girys. Boring.

"Christine Disembarks"

No idea why the Playbill has this listed under "Giry's Office," when, uh...she clearly didn't walk right off a ship into Giry's office. Oh, well.

This scene is always entertaining with all the reporters running around throwing out so many wellknown names...and then there's "CHRISTINE!!" Dramatic Lights...reminds me of Norma Desmond's "YOU there..." entrance, except there is of course NO comparison, please don't kill me.

It's also sad because you see Raoul and Christine for the first time and notice all is not well with them.

Scene 4: Pier 69

"Arrival of the Trio"

"The Journey to Coney Island"

Not much to add. See "Christine Disembarks." Oh, and love Erik's shameless "Come to me, Angel of Music" plug just before transitioning to the hotel.

Scene 5: The Hotel

"What a Dreadful Town!"

The (short) transition from "Journey to Coney Island" to this remains one of the show's most epic moments. Any and all opportunities to showcase that amazing orchestra, feature specific instruments, etc - take them all! We'll eat it up!

Cue Raoul's first big Showcase My Voice moment. Sean Thompson is perfection. Unfortunately the song indicates Raoul has become a hardened, angry man with a bent for too much drinking. But, but but - here comes one of those wonderful changes - he actually relents and sits with Gustave to look at the toy music box, and even attempts making conversation about said music box. It's only for a few seconds and gets interrupted by someone at the door, but it was a much appreciated few seconds. What They Did to Raoul (or, I suppose, what Forsyth did to Raoul) remains one of the show's most upsetting aspects.

"Look With Your Heart"

Have never cared for this song, and still don't. But the scene itself is sweet.

"Beneath a Moonless Sky"

There's no helping this song. It needs to go. It tried to be another "Point of No Return," and failed miserably and embarrassingly.

"Once Upon Another Time"

Not the deepest or most profound lyrics ever written, but those tight harmonies! "We love, we live..." sends shivers down my spine every time. And Gardar and Meghan's voices complement each other so well!

"Mother, Please, I'm Scared"

This bit is meant to be nerve-wracking on so many levels... Erik's first time meeting Gustave, Erik threatening to make him "disappear" if Christine won't sing for him... But in reality this scene makes me collapse into hysterical giggles.

Erik setting Gustave up on the railing and Christine freaking out that he's going to fall - classic Mum and Dad right there.

But this is the best bit: "Who ARE YOU?!" "IIIiiiiiiiii am your ANNNNNNGEL of MUUUUSIC, and I am DYINNGGGGGG, Christine!!!!!1111oneoneone.” There's really no way to deliver these lines and NOT sound cheesy, so poor Meghan and Gardar did their best. But his delivery of this silly line showed one of his great qualities - he's very expressive with his arms. He's running towards her with arms extended zombie-style while crying "Iii am your angel of music..." It's hard to describe, but it was brilliantly amusing.

Scene 6: Backstage

"Bathing Beauty Rehearsal"

"Dear Old Friend"

Not much to say here... This song is always entertaining. Raoul's "I need a DRINK" line gets me every time.

Scene 7: The Lair

"Beautiful"

So, so so many surprises happened in this final scene of Act 1. I had no idea there had been any significant changes here. Gustave is singing "Beautiful," when all at once he begins playing the ending of "The Phantom of the Opera." And then proceeds to sing some of it. I began hyperventilating here and didn't really stop until intermission.

"The Beauty Underneath"

Admittedly, the transition from New-Beautiful to Beauty Underneath isn't the smoothest transition in the world, but it hardly matters.

New-Beauty Underneath is...wow. Although I have a certain fondness for the original London version, it always seemed rather out-of-place. This version fit so well, and the whole scene overall is one incredible, if overwhelming, spectacle. My only real complaint is that it's so "chaotic" it's hard to follow at times. I think, though, that's sort of the point.

Here is a scene where the Turntable seriously stressed me out. Gardar, crouched down with his hands on Casey's shoulders, does this backward-crouching-walk on the Turntable going the opposite direction. It feels like this walk lasts forever (in reality it's probably not long at all) and he seems to be walking so fast and the whole time you just think he's going to end up falling on his rear, bringing Casey down with him, and getting trampled. Yes, yes, I'm sure they had everything under control. But it was nerve-wracking to watch.

"The Phantom Confronts Christine"

I've loved this scene since the original cast album, and still do. I like how they've added Erik asking for forgiveness and giving Christine permission to leave, but her choosing to promise him that she'll sing first (foolish as that promise may have been). And the bit about Gustave being his "saving grace" - one of the only good things about the entire plot.

"Ten Long Years"

I always thought this was a bizarre way to end the act, but it seemed to work here. It helps that Karen Mason is a Powerhouse of a voice.

To Be Continued

#Love Never Dies #Love Never Dies US Tour #Hint: It's Shiny

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caroline18mars · 5 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 35

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Walk walk walk walk walk

Jared,

Stop calling me because I'm too busy right now, too busy walking this mess out of my system, I have no fucking clue if it's working or not, but if and when I find out, you'll be the first to know. My arms and my shoulders hurt like hell, so if you don't mind I'll stop tapping on this stupid screen right now!

Ignore the bitchy mood, I'm not angry at you, no I LOVE YOU!

Coco

Oh thank god, finally! She had just walked off after the whole Sean thing without another word, he'd been looking everywhere and blowing up her phone but complete radio silence was his part, until now.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: Walk walk walk walk walk

Babe,

Saying 'I LOVE YOU TOO' doesn't even cover what I'm feeling right now, so stop walking and let me catch up with you, but first I need to know where the fuck you are.

Jay

Harper stopped in her tracks when she heard 'his' beep, how the fuck am I supposed to know where I am, it's not like I know my way around here, wait where did I come from? Did I see anything on the way here? Left or right? Oh fuck this, I'm lost..again! Will you stop being all impulsive Coco? Fat lot of good this is doing anyway!

Jared rolled his eyes and sighed when he got her e-mail, right ok, she had no clue, this pure..wonderful, beautiful, irritating..at times..lunatic of his, try and be mad at this girl I dare you!?

Mumbling profanities she stopped, oh fuck this was useless, I don't even know the name of the hotel we're staying in, how can I possibly expect to find my way back then? My way back to where? Go sit down, across the road there's a coffeeshop, you've been walking for half an hour now, enough getting lost for one day. Did it ever stop snowing in this country? Even for a second would be nice, because she was so cold and soaked and she desperately needed to pee and then call Jared, come on red light, will you turn green? Ah finally the little green man popped up, she hopped over the icy puddles, her sneakers were soaked through and through, ooooohhhhh, she almost slipped treading on a spot of ice but was rescued just in time by a hand that grabbed her arm and was pulled against a hard chest. “Oh I'm so sorry, entschuldigung, Ich kann so unbeholfen sein..” she blurted out, was that even a correct German sentence, and why did she even care about spelling right now? “alright, that came out a little too smoothly, I hope that is not some pick up line in German”. Hearing his voice startled her and she spun around, “Jay?! Oh god!” she immediately jumped in his arms, he was here, he had come to save her once again “how did you find me? I was so lost and I was on the verge of panicking, and..”.

Carhorns honking silenced her and he quickly dragged her to the safety of the curb, “I'll always find you, where you are, no matter how much you're lost, I'll always find you” he whispered as he cupped her face between his hands “with the phone tracking app I got installed on my phone” his lips curled into a smile before he plucked a kiss from her mouth. “You're such a romantic..” she huffed with clapping teeth, “I am, I'm a hopeless romantic with a smartphone..” he giggled “and coffee, coffee is romantic too,right? Come on, let's get you inside”. Heads turned, whispers buzzed around them as they walked inside the warm, crowded coffeeshop, but he ignored it all by oozing 'distance', he didn't make eyecontact with anyone but her, making her feel like she was the only woman to him, she could have sworn she heard a collective gasp when he kissed her tenderly in front of all these people, before she finally shrugged off her wet coat and sat down and he went in search of coffee. “Extra caramel and extra honey” he put down the steaming mug in front of her, “yay” she rubbed her frozen hands together in delight before she almost burned them on the mug and he sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulder. “I wasn't kidding you know, I'll always find you” he nuzzled her wet hair while she pulled up her legs and snuggled even deeper into his embrace, “Shayla..and.. Sean..did you..?” she almost puked the names. “Yep..fired both of them” he put his chin on the top of her head and she felt him tense up, “what a mess..because of me you no longer have a roadie or a PA, I'm so sorrry, babe..” she suddenly felt really uncomfortable and sat up to sip her piping hot coffee. “I no longer have a roadie or a PA because of them, not because of you, you hear me? I don't care about either of them, as long as I have you, that's all that matters, you can be my PA and/or roadie” he sat up too trying to get her to look at him. She took a deep breath before she faced him shaking her head “I don't..know if I..whether I..” she tried to push the words out, oy this was so hard.., “I don't know if I'm cut out for these kind of jobs, darling..I don't know if I want to be on your payroll anymore, it complicates things..I just want to..” oh please don't look at me like I'm some kind of saboteur. “You want to what? What do you want to do?” he whispered, this wasn't easy for her he could tell, “Paint, paint, paint and then paint some more” she leaned forward and gently banged her head in frustration against the table before she straightened her back again and gave him a look of despair “I know it's ridiculous because logistically it's a disaster, I can't be dragging all these large canvases all around Europe, anyway, forget I said anything, it's ridiculous and impossible..so I'll continue being your roadie, because being your PA is one huge no-no, I'm not gonna be bossed around, not on a professional level anyway!”.

How the hell did he ever deserve such a beautiful, headstrong, fierce firecracker? “you had me worried there for a second” he grinned and pulled her close again “seriously though, I do understand your frustration, I hate how my career is putting your career on hold, I'll make it up to you, I promise, the minute we get some time off, we'll be on the first plane to New York, we'll lock ourselves up, you'll paint, we'll make love from dusk to dawn and I'll make absolutely sure to boss you around the bed too” he grinned “we'll have dinner, go for long walks..it'll be just us, how does that sound?”. Harper turned her head to face him “sounds absolutely wonderful, when do we leave?” don't get your hopes up too much, she had checked the band's schedule, and it was absolutely packed, leaving little time for some kind of getaway..oh well, wasn't his career far more important than her splashing paint around? He made millions and had millions of fans around the globe waiting for him to get up on that stage and give them the time of their life..what did she do that was so bloody important? Exactly!

”Next time you plan another tour, can you please plan it in the middle of summer or somewhere in the southern hemisphere? Because I can't take much more of this snow to be honest” she grumbled as she looked out of the window where the city was rapidly covered by another white blanket. “If you've lived in Southern California for practically half of your life, like I have, then you actually adore snow” there was that familiar twinkle in his eyes, something she had been missing the last couple of days. He picked up on her sudden nervousness, rolling another hot cup of latte between her hands while she drifted away deeper into her thoughts, “what is it?” he kissed her temple, hearing little gasps around him, he turned to look at the room, oh great they had an audience..for the first time in his life he didn't give a flying fuck, they could watch all they liked, he was so proud to be here with her, and show the world that she was actually his, he even pulled her a little tighter. Ah the phones were out, tomorrow they would be all over the internet for sure, didn't matter, what did matter was this beauty right here. “Oh nothing..just what you said..that's where our lives are so different..you're all settled and I'm so restless..I've got so much to do and I get so easily distracted here, there's you..there's this tour..Sean and Shayla..my parents...” she breathed. Ok, her honesty was unexpected and took his breath away “don't you want to be with me? I mean, the tour only just started..I know you're homesick but like I said: I promise you we'll go back to New York as soon as possible, I'll have Shayla check my schedule and..” he rattled, his mind racing to try and come up with a solution for her, make her stay, whatever you do make her stay, you can't be on your own again.

“You just fired Shayla, remember?” she rolled her eyes at him and reassured him immediately “it's not that I don't want to be with you, I love you, you know I do! it's just been a little bit too much..”. What she said didn't even begin to reassure him “are you leaving me? I'll do whatever it takes but I don't want you to leave” he suddenly sounded really serious, “I'm not leaving you, Jared, I didn't say that..I just need space..I can't explain it..” she started stumbling over her words as well. “Space? Define space..we haven't even been together for a month and you already need space?” please no, I've only just found you, I can't lose you, “You know what? Forget I said anything, I'm just..pfff” she fought to stay calm, he really didn't understand, did he? why did she even bring this up?. He picked up their cups and stood up without another word, heading for the counter, watching him leave and seeing the anger and level of upset just by looking at his back almost made her physically sick, come on Coco, don't fuck this up again. Count to ten, take a deep breath, he picked up the cups of coffee and slowly turned to walk back, don't lose your patience, you've both been under a lot of stress lately and there's absolutely no point to start taking it out on each other. “That's yours” he put down the steaming caramel latte in front of her and sat down next to her again, but there was no arm folding around her “Thanks” she looked at him but he just stirred his coffee. “I don't need space from you, Jay..that's not what I meant..uhm..ok, lately I've been feeling pretty disconnected from myself..like what you said just now about living in one place for so long..”. Finally he turned his head and made eyecontact with her “I..” he started but she put the tips of her fingers against his mouth “it got me thinking..within two days we'll be in Italy, right? So, maybe it's time..time I went and confronted my parents”. The shock in Jared's eyes said it all, this wasn't her smartest move, she knew it and he knew it too, “I have to try, Jay..no matter the outcome..it's been weighing on me for far too long and it needs to stop” she swallowed hard, here went absolutely nothing “will you come with me, Jared?”. His arm slipped around her waist and he finally pulled her closer “of course I'll come with you” he breathed his answer against the swell of her full lips “I'm sorry I freaked out..I know we haven't been together that long but I just can't imagine my life without you in it anymore”.

#jared leto #jared leto fan fic #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #a man on fire #chapter 35 #30 Seconds To Mars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #caroline18mars #Harper Coco #harper and jared

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yeahwehadatime · 7 years

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Letter to My Younger Self - Noel & Julian

What would you say to your 16-year-old self if you could go back in time?

Noel Fielding - surreal comedian, 38

20-26 February 2012, by Jane Graham {x}

I was obsessed with football when I was 16. I was skillful winger and plating regular semi-pro. I hated school, except drawing, so I thought I’d either go to art school or become a footballer. I looked like a girl. I had long blonde hair and was very skinny. I remember being in a pub with my mate when I was at college and a woman came up to him and asked if he’d like to buy a rose for his girlfriend. I was furious.

I was definitely a late developer. But I think that’s quite good. There were boys in my year who looked like big massive men and they went out with grown-up women. They seemed to peak when they were 15. But you see then now and the look much older. You have all the time in the world to grow up. I don’t think you should rush it. it breaks my heart seeing kids at 11 these days, all grown up – is that it then, childhood’s over in 10 years?

If I met the teenage me now and someone told me he’d go on to do stand-up comedy and be quite outgoing and be on telly, I’d think, no way. I was quite sweet but I was very shy. And I didn’t look cool – I wore some bad chavvy clothes and had a terrible wedge haircut. But I think I’d see a glimmer of hope in that boy’s eyes, a sign of the art student, the beads and the strange ponchos to come.

The first time I did stand-up I was terrified. I did some performance art at college where I dressed up as Jesus, jumped off a big cross and danced like Mick Jagger. I had a water pistol with holy water in it. That went well so I booked some real gigs, but I constantly worried my stuff wouldn’t work. In those early days of stand-up I made myself ill worrying. I got hepatitis, which is made worse by stress. I’d do a spate of gigs and knock myself back and end up on the sofa for six months.

When I met Julian [Barratt, Fielding’s partner in The Mighty Boosh] it felt a bit like meeting a soul mate. My friends had told me I’d love him. They said he was a bit crazy and jazzy and he had no jokes. I thought he was amazing. I went up to him and said: “I’m just like you!” I think he just thought I was some weird kid but a couple of years later, of course, we were working together. Somehow out chemistry was there from the beginning.

I came from a working class background and I wasn’t very academic so I always thought everyone else knew more than me. I’d tell my younger self not to worry about that – no one knows what they’re doing. I think there’s a little bit of an attitude in some working class areas – “What, you’re going to go off and be a comedian are you, mate?” I’d tell the younger me not to listen to anyone lese. Take some risks – you’ve only got one life and it goes faster and faster.

If I could relive one day it would be the day I got into Croydon Art College. I didn’t get in at first, I was on the reserve list. I was hanging round with other people who didn’t have jobs and didn’t know what hey were going to do. Then I got a call telling me someone had dropped out and I had got into college. It was like a tiny door opening, an escape, and I thought – yes!

Julian Barratt - comedian and actor, 48

27 April 2017, by Jane Graham {x}

At 16 I was into jazz fusion. Not even jazz, just jazz fusion. Rock instruments played like jazz. Really not fashionable in any way. People like Weather Report, Jack Pastorius. My dad was bang into it, so I thought it was normal. Until I played some to my mates. Then when I saw their reaction, it became my dirty secret. I could play guitar pretty well. Or pretty fast anyway. Me and my mate had duels, trying to outspeed each other to become the fastest guitarist in Yorkshire. That was all that mattered to me.

One of my first pieces of advice to the teenage me would be not to go with the white Whitesnake-style suit for his first live gig. Though it did have the benefit of disguising my dandruff. I got into heavy metal because you could legitimately play solos. Van Halen was a big influence. At my first live gig I wore a white suit and I had long hair, quite curly but not much of it, quite thin hair, all round the front, parted just behind, with just a sprinkling of dandruff. And I played a lot of long, fast guitar solos. It wasn’t a very good look. And it didn’t get me any girls.

I was obsessed with particular girls, a feeling often unrequited needless to say. I remember a field geography trip to the Isle of Arran, when I was so in love with this incredible goth girl, Katie Kinaid. She was really into rocks. Not rock, geology. She didn’t notice me. But I was besotted. I just thought about her all the time, hoping for a glance. I was a late starter, quite naïve. Later on, I could see how being a comedian did help in that area. When you’re funny people sort of feel you must be nice, or at least not frightening.

I tried to leave home at 17 to become a jazz guitarist. We went to stay with a friend of a friend’s uncle but we came back after three days. We thought we’d make inroads into the jazz scene in London – we’d read biographies about guys who got gigs at Ronnie Scott’s and got spotted and immediately taken into someone’s band. So we told our parents we were leaving home. They gave us two days and we lasted three, so we outdid expectations.

If I met teenage Julian now, I’d see this shy person, with long hair, into odd music. But he is also becoming interested in comedy. I found it quite magical, finding people who made me laugh, thinking about how they did it. I remember seeing Vic and Bob and thinking, ah yes, that’s just what my mates do, that absurd humour, making an in-joke a public joke. Controversially, I quite like Bernard Manning. He had this particular kind of Northern delivery and timing. And when the jokes weren’t horribly racist, they were so funny. I mean, my grandad was a racist. You can’t do anything about these people, they’re from a different time. I remember Bernard Manning was shown a clip of The Mighty Boosh on a TV show, which was a great honour in a way. He said: “These two don’t have a fucking clue. As funny as a burning orphanage.” He had a real way with radical imagery.

I always hoped I could do comedy. I was never like Noel [Fielding] or Lee Mack, who are just funny all the time. No one ever said to me, you should be a comedian mate. But I watched a lot of stand-up at uni – people like Mark Lamarr, Sean Hughes, Eddie Izzard, just standing on a stage doing these phenomenal routines. And I could see how you could do it. So I started doing it myself, and I was so shocked when it worked. I remember one time I completely forgot what I was about to say, and I just ran out of the venue. There was a big lake in front of me and I thought about just running into it. Then the manager came out after me and said: “Get back in there, it’s going well.” So I went back. I suppose that was a big turning point for me.

I’m looking at a big poster of myself now and I know my 16-year-old self would see that and think, what is going on there? He would be amazed that people actually like what I do. When Noel and I started gigging together and found people were really enjoying it, it was such a thrill. It was a validation of what felt like a long process of growing up, coming up against all these difficulties if you’re shy and you have all these dreams and thoughts you can’t communicate. It was very exciting to finally find a way to express myself, and seeing people enjoying that. I suppose I’m interested in communicating a pretentious, pompous person a lot of the time, and I have to recognise there is that in me. I did a few serious things before I got into comedy, which make me shudder now. I remember having my mate film me, all shadowy, doing performance poetry. My goodness.

All the clichés about becoming a dad changing your life are true. When you don’t have kids and think about having this little creature to look after, you worry about it, you panic. But you just can’t imagine the amount of love you’ll have for these little things. You still worry but there’s such joy in it. I don’t tend to watch my own stuff, that’s a bit creepy. But when I watched The Boosh with my kids, it was like discovering it for the first time. I saw that we were making a childlike universe where you could be silly and go on adventures. Like Mr Benn. Lots of people think Noel and I just took lots of drugs and did whatever came to mind but we took it very seriously and worked very hard on it. I had this feeling that it paid off when I saw my kids enjoying it. ’Cos my other half, Julia [Davis, of Nighty Night, Hunderby, Psychobitches] – her shows are not appropriate for children at all.

If I could go to any time in my life I would just be swimming in the ocean in Majorca with my nine-year-old twins. That is it for me. I just love that. The thing about the media, the shows, the films… It does feel great when it works. But there’s an anxiety too. I don’t know about that stuff. It’s very exciting but it’s not what you have when you’re just floating about in the sea with your kids. That’s as good as it gets.

#noel fielding #julian barratt #THE BIG ISSUE #letter to my younger self #full interview #the link in noel's goes to boysandvoodoo's posting of the scanned copy - I didn't want to repost #the link in Julian's goes to the website for the interview - if anyone has scanned the hard copy plmk #sometimes we lose articles and i'd just like to work on helping us archive things so we can find them later

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silvererros · 7 years

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See Me - Danti/Septiplier One-Shot

Something I wrote over the past few days while determining what my Dark and Anti are like.

I’m not sure if you guys will see it, but if you like DarkxAnti, please consider giving it a read!

Go easy on me >~<’ *nervous* Story under the break.

Tagging some people I follow here the most.

@antisepticdark @markired @mrakipiler @jacksepticeyegifs @kutiekenzy

It had never occurred to him how much he had been vying for the Irishman's attention until just recently, when he briefly mistook his darker side for him. He was well aware of his own host's feelings towards Sean, or Jack as he often responded to, but Dark had never considered that Mark's feelings could possibly cross over their link. At least, that was what he was telling himself for now.

Jack, himself, had attempted to point out to Dark that he tended to get very protective of the Irish Youtuber whenever he was stressed or upset, but Dark refused to believe he even cared. It wasn't as though Jack needed protection, and even if he did, why would Dark care? The younger man served no purpose and, if anything, was only an annoying and very loud distraction for his host. Then again, he'd somehow managed to distract Dark enough to miss what was going on right in front of him.

Dark had finally managed to straighten out his black vest over his blood red dress shirt and was briefly dealing with the annoying "floof" that was his hair, when he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"One of these days, I'll actually cut all this off," he grumbled to himself, trying hard to look presentable. One lock of hair was determined to hang directly in his field of vision, and he couldn't stand it. He huffed when it fell back in his face for the umpteenth time and glanced around the kitchen.

It was unusually quiet today in the large house they shared. Normally, at this hour, Jack would be playing with the beast, or Chica as his host so affectionately called it. He couldn't understand why Mark loved that dog so. Today, Chica wasn't present, however. No barking, no clatter of claws on the glossy wood floor, and no green-haired Jack working her up and getting her excited; utterly silent. Something wasn't right...

He took a moment to glance around, looking past the counter and out at the yard that lay beyond sliding glass doors. Chica lay out in a patch of grass, taking a nap it looked like. There was a happy looking expression on her muzzle as she lay on her back with most of her paws in the air. If Chica was outside, then that meant Jack couldn't be far; neither host could stand leaving the dog outside on her own, for some reason. Sure enough, as he came around the counter, he spotted the familiar green hair outside. Jack was sitting on the edge of the patio and seemed lost in thought, his face buried in his hands.

Out of habit, Dark tugged on his vest and folded his arms behind his back before approaching the door. He slid the door open and stepped outside, quietly walking up to the Irishman and bending slightly to place a hand on his shoulder. "It isn't healthy to dwell in one's own mind for too long," he said. Normally, this would've made Jack jump and scramble away from Dark, a reaction he was used to seeing from the younger man, but there was no reaction. Dark raised a brow, curiosity getting the best of him. He called to the young man cautiously, "Sean?"

He noticed the air seem to distort and flicker around the younger man, much like a digital video that had been corrupted. Dark yanked his hand back, the effect having skewed his own image briefly. He only knew one person who glitched like this...

The younger man turned and lifted his head from his hands to look up at Dark, one eye Jack's natural blue, the other a bright green. His face was a mess. The whites of his eyes had turned black and his eyes were glowing brighter than Dark had ever seen them; even his right eye flickered green on occasion from the sheer amount of power he was holding back. Black tears streamed from his eyes, staining his cheeks as they fell, as well as his hands from when he'd been hiding his face. The ends of his green bangs were mottled slightly with black tears and stuck to his forehead.

"Anti...?" Dark was shocked to see him this way. He'd never looked like this in all the time he'd known him.

Anti quickly turned away from Dark, clutching at his own arms to hug himself, leaving black stains on the sleeves of Jack's grey "BERLIN" shirt that he favored. "gO awAy!" he yelled, his voice glitching as it did when he was angry.

Dark was too surprised to move, and not just by Anti's appearance but also by the fact that for a moment, he'd thought Anti was Jack. How could he mistake one for the other? They were so different even if they did share the same body.

"I sSaiD gO AwaY!" Anti yelled again, his voice breaking. His glitching seemed to increase momentarily as fresh tears dripped black on the ground in front of him.

Dark shook himself out his stupor, essentially messing up his hair again, but for now that wasn't important. "Anti, what's happened? Why are you sitting out here? If you haven't noticed the weather has started to turn..." Dark motioned to the sky that had been increasingly grey since earlier that morning when Mark had recorded his videos for the day. Thunder rumbled in the distance as if to emphasize his point.

"Like I gIvE a fLyiNG sHiTE!" he snapped, squeezing his upper arms tightly, letting his fingers dig into them.

"Anti, you're going to hurt your host again..." Dark warned, kneeling next to him to place a hand over one of Anti's.

Anti glitched heavily for a moment, slapping Dark's hand away only for his wrist to get caught in it instead. He glared at the older brunette, fresh tears streaming from his eyes. Why couldn't he just understand that he wanted to be left alone? Was that too much to ask?! "I dOn'T CARE iF he gEts HurT! A fEw brUisEs wOUld be NOTHING ComPaREd to WhaT I WANT oT Do tO HIM!"

"You can't kill your host, Anti. You'd just end up destroying yourself," Dark stated matter-of-factly, "Granted, I find my own host annoying, but not enough to hurt him or myself. Now what is going on? What has you so upset?" Dark wasn't sure what he was doing; he normally wouldn't have cared at all, but this seemed too out of character for him. Anti was usually annoyingly happy and pulling pranks on Mark, his guests, or on Dark even. And god forbid he find a bottle of bubbles anywhere in the house. The trouble he caused tended to increase tenfold at that point.

"LiKe yOu FoOKin' cAre..." Anti gritted his teeth and tried yanking his hand out of Dark's. The older demon was too strong, however, as long as Anti's emotions weren't in check. "Just lEt me gO - don't make him leav- SHuT Up!" Anti yelled at himself; how he hated when Jack had enough strength to slip through and speak up. "You need h - I sAiD SHUT UP, DAMMIT!"

Dark watched him, confused. What was going on with him? He was so...unstable. The glitching was so bad now that he could barely see Anti's eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. "Anti, you need to calm down. This isn't going to end well if you keep working yourself up."

"Oh, lIkE yoU'Re oNe tO FoOKin' TaLK! MiSTer I-caN-BarEly-ReiGn-iN-My-owN-AnGEr! - help him - YoU Don'T cArE AboUt anYonE bUT yoUr pREciOus LiL JACK, rIgHT? - he needs y- SHUT UP, JACK!" Anti continued yelling while holding his head in his free hand, Jack cutting in through Anti's angered rambling.

It had taken Dark a moment to put together that Jack was whispering in the background, but even then it wasn't clear. Was Jack trying to tell him something? The more distraught Anti became, the more Jack was able to slip through.

"YoU'Re ALWAYS trYiN' - help him - to gEt hIs ATtenTiOn! - Dark - YoU wAnt HiM to SeE YOu as MorE thaN - help him - jUst A GhOUl traPpED in HiS fRIenD's bODy - he needs yo- A MoNStEr iN SheEp'S cLotHinG! - make him se- SHUT. UP!" Anti reared back an angry, glitchy fist, swinging quickly at his own stomach. But before it could connect with it's target, Dark had seized his other wrist and held Anti's arm's away from his body. Anti struggled and thrashed against his hold, but could not break it.

"Calm down, I'm trying to understand." If this had been any other tantrum, Dark would probably have lost his hold on his own temper, but for some reason worry was winning out.

"I DON'T CARE! GO AWAY!" he screamed, his voice cracking slightly as he continued to struggle in Dark's hold.

Both of them barely noticed when Chica ran by cautiously, rushing inside the still open door to get away from the rain. She stood in the door whining at them. Dark briefly held back a small urge from Mark to calm the dog, trying to focus on Anti.

"Look at me!" When Anti ignored him to continue struggling and rambling to himself, trying to snuff out Jack's voice, he tried a different tactic. With one swift motion, Dark had pinned Anti down on the patio, holding his hands down just slightly above his head while straddling his thighs to keep him from trying to kick him, should he think of it. Anti thrashed and pulled, spitting various Irish curses at Dark as he tried to free himself. Dense shadows materialized around Anti's wrists, pinning him down and allowing Dark to use his hands. He placed a hand on each side of Anti's face and forced him to look at him. "Anti, you need to calm yourself."

Though Anti was faced towards him, his glitching had become severe enough that Anti was barely even present. His thrashing slowed to a stop as he lay there pinned. His eyes stared blankly ahead while his mouth kept moving, whispering broken thoughts. "-he dOesN't care - you don't know th- alL I wanT is - wHy?- make him see - don't UndeRsta- I hAtE hiM - lOok at ME - I haTe hIm - I'm riGht hEre - foOk HiM - show him - I dOn't nEed anYon- notiCe me- don't leave - gEt awAy from Me-"

Dark sighed. At least now he was calm...somewhat. "Now what's up with you? Who hurt you? Tell me." But Anti didn't answer him. He simply stared blankly ahead, mumbling to himself.

Dark knew he had to do something to snap him out of this trance he'd slipped into, but he had no idea how to go about it. He could slap him, but he didn't want to hurt Jack. Punching him would only have the same affect. Choking him, he'd learned, was just one of Anti's kinks and would do him no good here. He'd avoided that one ever since he'd found out.

He sat back on the younger man's thighs, carding a hand through his own hair as he debated his options.

It was only now that he realized how much the rain had picked up. They were both soaked to the bone, their clothes clinging to their bodies and their hair dripping wet. Anti's black tears still flowed hot down his cool cheeks as he lay there rambling; they were beginning to pool under his head, looking like ink dripped in water as the color dispersed.

Dark sighed. "Oh, Anti...what has you so worked up?" He placed a hand on either side of Anti's head and watched him as he rambled, listening. Maybe the key to all of this was in there.

"-I hAte hIm - juSt looK at Me - Fook thEm - I dOn't caRe - seE me - I hatE him - pleAse-"

"Who, Anti? Who is causing you so much trouble?"

"-just tell him - fOok oFf - wHo neEds hiM - you do - sHut up - I dOn't GivE a - make him see-" Anti's face seemed to glitch between emotions as he rambled. Dark frowned slightly.

"-theY all liKe hiM beTter - just tell him - I'm NotHing - just tell him - hE wOn't sEe me-

"'They all like him better'?" The last time Dark remembered that coming up was when Mark had posted that dumb Valentine's Day video that he'd begrudgingly agreed to help with. Anti had been extremely jealous that Dark had gotten so much attention, that he'd retaliated with his own appearance at PAX, addressing the issue. Was he still upset about that?

"No, that can't be it..." One thing bothered him though, " 'They all like him better, I'm nothing, he won't see me'... 'You don't care about anyone but you're precious little Jack'... " Could it be that he was mad at him, not because he got a swell of attention from Mark's and Jack's subs, but because he'd been giving Jack a lot of his attention lately?

"-I'm nOthinG - I'M noTHing-he WoN't sEe mE - wHy woUld he cAre - aLl he SeEs is YoU - he sees you too - No hE doEsn'T-"

Dark felt something strange. The more he really listened to Anti, the more this...pain in his chest he wasn't familiar with grew. Why was he starting to hurt just because Anti was throwing a tantrum? It wasn't like Dark cared...

He carded a hand through his wet, dark hair again and sighed.

Except that he did care. He didn't like admitting it, but he did care. Anti was the closest thing to an actual friend he had in this strange world they lived in. Sure, he kind of wanted Sean's attention; he just didn't want the young man to be afraid of him. He envied that about Anti. Sean had accepted Anti and worked with him easily without much fuss, where as Mark had managed to lock Dark away out of fear for years. Mark still harbored fear towards him, hesitant to let him out. Anymore, Dark had to slip in when Mark least expected it. But Anti was allowed out much more often. When he and Anti did get to be out at the same time, it had been rather aggravating at first, but Anti had started to grow on him. He even found it entertaining, now, when Anti played with bubbles or became jealous of Jewel, Dark's pet ferret that he kept hidden away and loved on as much as Mark did Chica. They were small things that Dark had come to appreciate about Anti over time. And now that Anti was having a mental breakdown beneath him, he had no idea how to help his dear friend.

"Anti..." Dark called to him softly, but he only continued to ramble and cry. "Anti..." he grazed his fingers softly against Anti's cheek, pausing a moment to wipe away some of his tears with the pad of his thumb. "I need you to come back to the land of the living, glitch bitch." Despite the harsh nickname, there was no malice behind it; he hoped the popular nickname would help bring him back. "You need to snap out of this.

"-I'm NotHing - I'm noThinG - he woN't seE me - wHy woUld he CAre - all hE seEs is You-"

Dark sighed and leaned forward, gently resting his forehead against Anti's. "You are not nothing. You're special, more than you probably realize...especially to me..." He wasn't sure why, but this was the calmest he had been in a long time.

"I DO see you. I do," he continued on responding to Anti's ramblings, not sure what else to do, "I know it seems like I don't, but if I didn't, would I even pay you any mind at all?" he sighed, "You're so...infuriating at times, and obnoxious, and...happy. Somehow, you manage to brighten a room even when it's not your intention... You probably haven't seen it, but lately when you leave a room, I just shake my head and smile. I caught myself doing it twice just yesterday..." He shook his head, "Ugh, I'm starting to sound like Mark...that sappy idiot..."

...

He sighed again when there was still no reply. This was getting harder and harder to do, and his worry for his friend was escalating with each passing moment they spent out in the rain, thunder rolling overhead.

"I...I really...do care. Again, I know it doesn't seem like it, but I do care...about you. If I didn't care, I would've just let you sit out here and wallow in your strange fucking misery while the rain poured down on your sorry ass. And I'm sure you'd probably come back with some idiotic remark about how I wouldn't do that because I 'like Jack too much to let him get sick' because of you. But at least I know Jack has the common sense to come inside before the rain hits, unlike you...Anti..." Still, Anti continued to ramble on. "Please...Anti...you genuinely have me worrying about you. This isn't the you I know...this isn't the you I l-"

He stopped himself short. He'd almost admitted to something he wasn't sure he was prepared to. Granted, Anti didn't seem able to hear or understand him right now, but...did he really feel that way? It was strange to think he could've developed such feelings for someone - anyone, even - that not long ago he couldn't stand being in the same room with, much to Mark's annoyance. "Dammit, Anti, we're soaking wet, the rain is getting worse, and though we're immune to disease, our hosts are not." Dark shook Anti's shoulder, but still he rambled. "We need to get inside, now."

"- noThiNg -"

"You are not nothing! Dammit, why can't you see that?"

Not knowing what else to do, Dark quickly leaned down, cupping Anti's face in one hand, and pressing his lips against his. He'd never done this before, but he'd seen it enough times in movies and videos. He pulled away to see if maybe he'd shocked him into waking up from this trance. Something had changed, he was sure. The glitches were subsiding and his eyes didn't seem to be glazed over anymore.

"C'mon, Anti...." Dark leaned forward again, planting another kiss on Anti's lips. The longer he held it, the more coherent Anti seemed. So Dark lingered, his lips pressed against his.

Anti finally blinked, his vision blurry. Where was he? What had happened....why was Dark over him? Anti froze in place as his vision cleared, the black of his eyes returning to their natural white, the glow diminishing. The more consciousness he regained, the redder his face became. Is he kissing me?!

After a moment, Dark actually seemed to be...moving?...attempting to deepen the kiss now that Anti's body seemed to be reacting.

He's...h-he's kissing me...why? Anti wasn't sure what else to do but reciprocate and hope that the rain hid the growing "problem" he didn't want him to notice. Shakily, he closed his eyes and returned the kiss to the larger man on top of him, parting his lips to allow him access.

Dark's tongue darted into his mouth, feverishly kissing Anti senseless as if his life depended on it. Anti could barely breathe, his heart pounding in his chest as Dark lavished him with kiss after kiss. What was this feeling? Was it pleasure? He had no idea; he'd only known pain. If this was what pleasure felt like then he hoped it would never end. Anti couldn't think straight anymore; he barely noticed the rain and he couldn't care less if Dark noticed the hard lump in his pants anymore. All he wanted was to cling onto him and never let go.

Anti made to move his arms around Dark but quickly found they wouldn't budge. He snapped his eyes open, his senses returning to him, and glanced up at his wrists. He tugged a few times, panicking slightly. I'm pinned...I never get pinned. I'M always the one doing the pinning! Though his body liked the sudden lack of control, he himself did not. He shut his eyes tight; this wasn't right. He shouldn't be scared, why was he scared? The tiniest whimper escaped his throat. How he hated being like this. So weak, so powerless, no wonder Dark couldn't see him past Jack's face...

"Anti..."

He froze and slowly opened his eyes. At some point during his inner conflict, Dark had pulled away to look at him. A small smile spread across his face as Anti finally gazed up at him.

"Finally...you're back."

"...I-I left?"

Dark nodded, "Sort of. You wouldn't respond to me when I spoke. You kept muttering things to yourself and thrashing around." Dark avoided mentioning Jack. The last thing he wanted to do was send Anti spiraling back down that path he'd been on.

Anti glanced up at his wrists. "...I take it...that's why I'm pinned?" he asked, tugging at his restraints to make a point.

"I didn't want you to hurt yourself."

"...why would you care?..." he muttered, looking away.

"Why shouldn't I?" Dark tilted his head slightly.

"How should I know..." He tugged at the shadows again, starting to feel uncomfortable. "Would you let me the fook up?"

Dark smirked, "Maybe I don't want to yet."

Anti's face flushed bright pink; Dark never smiled at him. "W-Well...as long as I'm stuck here, could you explain the, um...the kiss?"

"I couldn't figure out how to snap you out of it without hurting you. Considering our connections to our hosts, I had to do something." Dark explained.

"Great, so I was an excuse...," Anti grumbled, turning his head away.

"Anti, you know how this works. If something happens to us, it happens to our hosts. And without our hosts, we can't exist," Dark explained calmly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

Dark sighed. So much for avoiding that subject.

"Just..." Anti huffed in frustration, "Just let me up and leave me alone..."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Anti."

"Pfft, 2001: Space Odyssey reference, really?" Anti rolled his eyes and looked up at him. He frowned slightly. Dark was acting serious again, despite the joke. "...Dark...wwwhat are you doin'?"

Dark slowly leaned closer, "Trying to make a point."

"W-What kind of point are you trying to make exact-LY!" Anti jumped slightly when Dark's mouth suddenly connected with his neck, licking and sucking at the tender flesh. "H-Haah.." Anti's stomach was doing somersaults. Is this really happening? This couldn't be happening. He had to have fallen asleep on the couch, or something, and was having some sort of weird wet dream...although, if that's true, his brain was taking it way too literal.

"You might think I don't see you," Dark whispered in his ear, making Anti's face hot, "that I only see Jack when I look at you..." he pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "But lately, all I see is you. I see you, Anti. Don't ever think otherwise."

Anti stared up at his captor, not really sure how to respond.

Dark suddenly pushed himself up off of Anti and offered a hand to help him up. He hadn't even noticed when Dark had let the shadows dissipate, freeing him from the ground. "Come on. Let's get out of this rain."

Anti sat up, staring at him. Since when had Dark seemed so...imposing? Anti had never really found him all that...impressive, until now.

He took the offered hand and pulled himself up. They hesitated a moment, holding hands in the rain. Dark's face had become void of all emotion again, as it usually did, and Anti couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. He'd seen more emotion on the demon's face in the last 5 minutes than he ever had over the course of the year since they'd met. What's going on in that head of his?

Dark nodded toward the door, indicating that Anti should follow, as he pulled him gently towards it.

Anti hesitated a moment, glancing down at the slightly drier spot where he'd been laying. Two black spots were washing away as the rain poured onto the patio. He wiped a hand over his cheek, surprised to see the same black substance on his fingers. Both of his hands were stained by it and black hand-prints could clearly be made out on Jack's sleeves.

"I'll get you cleaned up, don't worry."

Anti simply nodded. He wasn't sure what had happened, but at least he had someone to help him through it. He followed Dark inside, letting him lead him by the hand. Dark lead him upstairs to the bathroom, making him sit on the edge of the tub. He ran some warm water in the sink, wetting a wash cloth and straining it of the extra water. He sat down on the toilet lid and turned towards Anti who had been watching his every move since they'd come out of the rain. Leaning forward, he made to cup Anti's chin in one hand, only for Anti to pull away.

"I'm just going to clean up your face," Dark stated.

"Why? I can do it myself..." Anti grumbled, his face down-turned to avoid his gaze.

"You'd miss most of it, and you know it." Dark pointed out while Anti pouted. After a moment, he tried again, and this time Anti didn't fight him. Although, he did continue to avoid his gaze while Dark gently wiped at his face.

"Who are you, and what did you do with Dark?" Anti questioned out of the blue. "What do you mean?" Dark asked, focused on his task.

"Why are you being nice to me? There's no way that you're Dark; Dark ignores me, Dark doesn't care what I do as long as it doesn't endanger his suit or his ferret...or Jack. Dark's always stone-faced and keeps to himself..." Anti squinted his eyes at Dark, "...Are you really just Mark playing a prank on me or something?" For the first time ever, Anti heard Dark chuckle. It was a deep rich sound, much lower in pitch and tamer than Mark's laugh. Anti's face flushed. "Now I know you're not Dark! Who the fook are you?!"

"Trust me, Anti, it's me," Dark looked him in the eye, a small smile on his lips. "Just because you believe I'm mean and heartless doesn't mean that I am. Close your eyes."

Anti huffed but did as he was told, allowing Dark to finish wiping at his eyes and forehead. "I still don't understand why you're doing this...I'm not worth it..."

"Of course you're worth it. Which is why I'm doing it."

"But I'm not-"

Dark grabbed his face gently and pulled him into a sudden kiss. He chuckled when he pulled away, leaving Anti wide-eyed, flustered, and silent. "There, that's better. I should really do that more often."

Over the next hour, each took a turn in the shower, cleaning themselves off and trying to warm up after spending so much time out in the rain. Anti had showered first, changing into a pair of sweatpants and one of Jack's plain t-shirts. He was lost in his thoughts while he waited on the couch for Dark, Jack occasionally slipping through to tease him with an image or two. He really hated that Jack had figured out how to do that. Now he had something to use against him if he acted up too much. He brought his knees up to his chest under the blanket and hugged them there, resting his chin on them.

He'd never been nervous before, at least not around Dark. He blushed; Dark had never kissed him before, either. This was strange. He felt so out of his element. There was no way Dark cared for him that way. It was Jack he was after, wasn't it?

'He kissed ya 3 times, Anti, what more proof do ya need?'

"I don't know..." Anti groaned and buried his face in his knees.

"Don't know what?"

Anti jumped slightly and turned to see Dark standing there in Mark's sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, drying his hair with a towel. If it weren't for Dark's eyes, Anti would've sworn it was Mark standing there. Lucky for him Dark had silver eyes with slit pupils that reminded him of a cat. Anti shrugged and turned his head away, trying to hide his face.

Dark came around the couch and sat next to him, setting the towel on the coffee table. "We need to talk about all this."

"There's nothing to talk about..." Anti mumbled, turning his face away again. "There's plenty to talk about. You have questions, and so do I." Dark turned Anti's face towards him. "Whatever it is that is bothering you, I want you to tell me. No more trying to hide it, no more bottling up your anger or sadness behind a smile. We see how that turned out..."

Anti grimaced; it wasn't something he really wanted to talk about, but he was also tired of the pain in his chest. "...fine...Do you like Jack?"

"Why is that relevant?" Dark questioned with an arched brow.

"Just answer the damn question. Do you like Jack? You've been all over him lately, it wouldn't surprise me if you did..."

Dark frowned, "I'm not sure what you mean by all over him-"

"All your attention's been on him. Whether Mark let's you out, or not, you're always staring at him, trying to talk to him, spending time with him," Anti's eyes were beginning to glow again as his anger built anew, finally getting all of his concerns out in the open, "But when I'm around, you ignore me. I get a glance or two, but otherwise you send me away, distracting me to get my mind off you..." he bawled up his fist, "I'm not even sure why I care!" Without warning Anti threw himself at Dark, attempting to punch him in the face only for Dark to block it, grabbing his hand and letting the momentum push him back onto the couch.

Much like he was used to by now, Dark lay across the couch, Anti leaning over him while keeping him pinned. Only, this time, there was no mischievous grin, no playful banter. Just an angry demon trapped in a very mortal body. He couldn't help but stare and let Anti ramble again.

"I'm not even sure what I'm doin' anymore!" Anti continued through gritted teeth, "I used to be able to just have fun, do as I please, without carin' what anyone thought about it. Everyone loved it! They loved me! I didn' need anythin' else but their attention. And then you showed up."

Dark waited patiently, letting Anti get everything out.

"Suddenly EVERYTHIN' revolved around you. Darkiplier this, Darkiplier that; I hated you for takin' the attention off of me, you were an annoyance that I wanted to best, to do away with so I could be on top again. At first, I was tryin' so hard to drive you away or at least find a way to kill you. But, I couldn't! No matter what I tried, you just hung around, and every time you got hurt, Mark did, which made Jack lock me away until he'd healed. I manage to convince him to let me do a video for PAX...and yet," he chuckled slightly, "And yet you still managed to steal the spot light. The longer you were around, the more I got used to you bein' there. I'd dare say, I even considered you a friend."

"I take it that's no longer true?" Dark interjected.

Anti shook his head, calming slightly. "I don' even know anymore...it started off with my just...pickin' on you 'cause I wanted you to leave...and then I was pickin' to pick...and then somehow it turned playful? ...next thing I know, not only do I not have their attention, I don' even have yours. I used to, when I kept teasin' and callin' ya names..." he clenched his eyes shut, "But then you started ignorin' me! Tryin' to get Jack's attention all the time, while I'm here tryin' to get you to notice me. The short moments that I did get it, you weren't really seein' me; all you saw was him. And I...I got jealous of it! I'm STILL jealous of it! I don't want to get rid of you, anymore, and I don' even know why!"

"I have a guess," Dark raised his free hand to brush some of the green locks out of Anti's face.

"Stop doing that!" Anti shook his face away from Dark's hand, his cheeks flushed, "You're not helpi-"

"You like me." Dark sat up on his elbows, effectively bringing himself closer to Anti's face.

"N-No I don't!" Anti denied it.

"You like me more than you think you should," Dark continued calmly, moving his hands to grip Anti's wrists again, "And even though you can't admit it to yourself, the feeling is still there. And it scares you."

Damn his observational skills! Anti tried to back up, but Dark's grip kept him firmly in place, practically pinned to his chest, "No, why are you saying these things?!" Is...Is he happy? Anti could see that Dark's pupils were dilated and the silver of his eyes was brighter in color; rather than looking like a cat, he almost looked...normal.

"Your jealous of Jack because you think I feel for him how you feel for me," Dark continued, whispering against his neck.

"I-I don', dammit.." Anti froze up, his body shaking slightly, "I h-hate you..."

"You don't hate me," he nipped at his neck, smirking slightly when Anti let out a small gasp and shuddered. "You want me all to yourself."

"N-Nnngh," Anti's face felt like it was on fire, "F-Fine, even if that's true, it's not like you care..."

"Oh, Anti," Dark left small, light kisses up his neck and along his jaw, "I already told you that I do care."

"T-That's a lie..."

"It's not a lie, Anti."

"Yes it is..."

"Is it really so impossible to believe that I could care about you?" Dark questioned, nipping at Anti's jaw now and again, "I know you haven't really seen it, and clearly you didn't hear me, earlier, so I'll say it again. You. Are not. Nothing. You are special. You are the only..." he faltered a moment, finding it hard to believe he was admitting this, "you are the only true friend I really have in this place. Granted, you're usually annoying, infuriating, obnoxious, and loud...but you're happy. I don't know how you do it, brightening up the room despite what you are. Born of darkness, but all you bring is light. You're allowed to take over more often, and because of that I envy you for it."

Anti arched a brow, "You...envy me?"

Dark nodded, "You don't see it, but whenever you leave the room I can't help but smile, lately. Mark and Jack have caught me a number of times..." He let Anti's wrists go, "I see you...I know it seems like I'm focused on Jack, but all I want out of him is for him not to fear me. That is all. Mark's afraid of me enough of the time, as it is. What I want from you..." A devious smile spread across his face, "Well that's a little more personal."

Anti chuckled slightly, finally smiling, "You've been stuck with Mark for too long."

Dark chuckled and placed a hand onto the back of Anti's head, pulling him into a brief kiss before letting him go. "C'mon," he pushed him off of him and stood, walking over toward the television, "We've only got so much left of the day. What do you want to do?"

Anti bit his lip as he looked Dark over, "Oh, there's somethin' I wanna do," in an instant, Anti had teleported from the couch to standing behind Dark, a big grin on his face as he whispered in his ear, "But that's a little more personal, Darkipoo."

Dark grinned, "There's the Anti I love."

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