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lupineaerosol · 8 months

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traveler | thomas shelby x f!reader

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pairing : thomas shelby x time traveled!reader

word count : 3,831 :P

summary : a trip to scotland for a belated birthday celebration turns into a blast from the past when you find yourself in 1919 with no chance of getting home, until you meet someone on a train to London that tells you he can help your situation and get you a visa....

warnings : angsty at times, near death experience (hypothermia), inspector campbell being creepy for the plot, bad writing, i have no concept of how much money a british pound is so ??, warnings will change with each chapter so please read them carefully!

notes : reader is 23-27 but no specified age, this is kind of an Outlander A.U. where the reader travels through a stone circle (or cairn for this one lolz) and goes back in time

a.n. : this chapter is technically an intro to the rest of the plot that ties in with the canon + vvv descriptive bc thats my writing style :P + also i suck at summaries + just recently got back into writing as a hobby, so this might be absolute trash but I'm very proud. if anyone has any issues with the content or what i write about because it goes against anything online please let me know so i can fix it!!

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The black hoodie clings to your skin, sopping wet and forcing a chill through your skin. In the split second it took to regain consciousness, you realize your clothes are soaked, and judging at how badly you're shivering and that you're face-down in the grass, you've been asleep in the rain for god knows how long. Rolling over the damp grass to sit up, you catch a glimpse at the location you find yourself, the cairn outside the small town you had been staying at in Scotland on vacation.

The sky was dim, sunrise slowly encroaching over the heavy raindrops on the hills. Sitting against one of the boulders of the cairn, a shaky breath leaves your chest, fanning out in front of your face. Through the near hypothermia that's started to quickly make you sweat, a deep uneasiness started to take root, but you were far too panicked to acknowledge it in the moment.

You jumped to your feet, realizing how little time you have alive could be without action, rubbing your hands together for as much friction they could create, dancing your legs in place to wake your body back up. Attempting a warm breath into your hands barely helped your frigid and close-to-death state. The cold was numbing, the fog in your brain was all around you, mentally and physically, keeping the hilltop the cairn sat upon as an island amidst a sea of grey. And suddenly there was a faint light approaching.

The candlelight within the squeaking lamp softened the mist, making it far more inviting than the haze the man emerged from. Your shivers halted abruptly, the uneasiness bubbled up from your stomach to your throat, a foul taste in the back of your mouth spread over your tongue.

"'ello!! 'ello is anyone out 'ere?!" The man's shoulders shook with a powerful Scottish accent, and a strong sense of safety accompanied it. Alas, the shivers returned in full force.

"Here!" Your voice broke sharply. "I-I'm over here!" Attempting to speak up through the shakes and ambiance of early dawn proved difficult, your breathing overtaken by the cold and feverish urge to survive.

And luck was on your side today, for the first time.

"Hello?" The gentleman turned to the sound of your voice, not expecting to find you curled in a ball and soaked to the bone. And in strange clothes that were quite unseemly for a woman of your age. The outer layer that draped over you and the denim that clad your legs were downright outlandish to the man in front of you. 'Damn Americans and their strange styles of dress' He thought to himself quickly, before stepping lightly over to you, helping you up, and taking his overcoat off to throw across your shoulders.

The warmth was welcomed greatly. You nearly stopped shivering for a moment as the smell of worn and slightly wet leather, cologne and fire overtook you. It was the most definitive thing you could grasp on to in the few minutes, or hours, you had been conscious of.

"Ma'am, what are you doing out here at the time of morn'? You'll catch yourself a death of a cold out in this weather for much longer." The older man took your hand and led you to his carriage and horse. What am I doing out here? The reasoning escaped you through the fog, but you caught a glimpse.

A stone in your hands, turning in your palm as you walk the grounds of a historic castle. Your phone died in your hands mid photo, with the cairn in the fading pixels.

Where are you?

Your slowly warming hand finds its way into the soaked pocket of your hoodie, and alas, no such stone was to be found. Your cell phone and wallet remained, but judging by the man assisting you, there didn't seem to be much hope in asking if he had a charger you could borrow.

He paused to let you lean against the large wooden wheel of his cart, waiting a moment before speaking. A gentler tone took his voice. "Ma'am, do you remember how you got out here?"

The fog had cleared, both in your mind, and as the first bits of sunlight rose from the eastern horizon. After a pregnant pause, you responded.

"I'm vacationing here, from America." That much was true, you were from America and you were here on vacation, the only question was when you were visiting. You had flown over in a modern plane, taken a modern train from London to Edinburgh, and then a taxi to Inverness. The man in front of you made a subtle face of surprise, as if the journey you have described could have taken over 6 months, when in it only took 2 days for you to be a quarter of the way around the globe.

"I'm sorry you've found yerself so far from home, Inverness 's not a place I would expect an American to want to travel." The man moved the lantern from his hand to a metal bar attached to the seat of the carriage. He busied himself with his gloves. "If I'm correct, you're shivering out of yer britches and startin' to sweat at the same time." You nodded quickly, sharp pins and needles erupting from the skin you moved. The man brushed his hand over his chin, considering his options.

"My daughter Isa will have coffee and a warm hearth awaitin'. Once you've warmed up we can 'elp you return to wherever ye came from." The man sounded less than enthusiastic to have an American in his home, but the desperate need of your medical situation demanded his unwilling help. No one wanted to have any connection to a dead foreigner found at a locally mysterious site known for having a frequency of people going missing when visiting.

He helped you up onto the bouncing wooden seat. The smell of horse and leather of the reigns was the second most tangible thing you could consider basing your reality off of. This was obviously not the 21st century. A young woman, possibly anywhere in the 1830's to the 1940's (judging the man's attire and horse) in a foreign country with no possible way of proving her existence via official documents. That was the reality of the matter. You had no idea when you were, and if there was a possibility of getting back to the modern day.

Focus, and compartmentalize. There will be time to deal with the larger issues later on. Don't freeze to death, and then figure out what time and day it is. Gently and slowly returning to work, your brain made its first decision of this strange crisis: Deal with it later. In the meantime, you were able to do a quick mental diagnostic ; Legs work, fingers bend and grab, your stomach growls and you understand that your guts and heart still work, you've spoken to the man, so obviously your mouth and voice still work just fine. The only outlier was what year you were inhabited by accident.

The gentleman took one last glance at the girl who had barely spoken, and urged his horse forward toward the gentle outline of a stone town a few miles away.

The fire overtook the crisp and clammy feeling that crawled over your body. Heat licked at your hair and half exposed arms. You had met the man's daughter, Isa, and she had practically thrown a warm cup of half brewed coffee out of half awake panic. Although your father walking into your kitchen with a strange young woman at barely 5 in the morning would alarm you as well.

Adding to the alarm, Isa was just as perplexed about your strange, "American" clothes. She was convinced no one was strange enough to wear those clothes willingly, and since you were of similar size with Isa, she gave you a few of her old clothes to wear as you warmed in front of the fire. A bulky, tan skirt slightly too tight at the waist and a thin, loose in the bosom white blouse. You sat at the hearth with a large blanket draped over your shoulders, reminiscent of the smell of the man's overcoat.

Your clothes draped near the fire, steam coming off of your printed socks with cats on them. Isa had commented about the craftsmanship and how expensive they must have been. You barely muttered a response that would have made sense. All that time spent taking notes in World History class, and you remember nothing about Britain and Scotland after the Revolutionary war or before WWII. The grip on your phone was tight and you quietly pondered as to how you were going to keep it hidden while you were here. There was hope to get home. At least for now.

"So you really can't remember anything?" Isa leaned over to place the back of her hand over your warm forehead.

"Nothing from before your father found me." You only partially lied, you can't directly remember how you ended up at the cairn.

"But you remember your name, right?" Isa sat back in her chair, reaching for a cup of coffee on the dining table.

"Oh, right, sorry. My name is (y/n)." Your answer was curt, unrevealing as possible.

The morning dragged on. The sun was up, the clock on the wall above the sink read 7:46. Time.

"What day is it?" You asked quietly into your coffee while attempting to cool it off.

"Wednesday." Isa had been buzzing around the kitchen, completing various tasks but while also keeping an eye on you. Her father had toddled off somewhere else in the house, his footsteps were heard, but not yet seen in daylight. "But if you would like the specifics, it's Wednesday, February 5th, in the year 1919."

"Thank you, Isa."

Hours later and lots of planning around the limited memory you spoke about having, it was decided that Isa's father would lend you a 20 pound note he had been saving (He was subtly adamant you got his address to mail money back to him) for the trains to London, and Isa gifted you a few of her mother's worn skirts and blouses.

The plan was for you to travel back to London and hopefully return to either your home country or your family, though you knew both of these things were problematic. Isa's father, Robert, had left around 8 to ask around the town about your family, or anyone who may have traveled with you. No one had a clue. You thanked both of them urgently, and with deep appreciation. A small mental note was categorized that you should repay more than just the 20 pounds, kindness as bountiful as had been shown to you was deserved of a larger reward.

A short walk with many stumbles to the train station back to Edinburgh. The heels of your company's shoes clicked against the raised wooden deck parallel to the stone station.

"Thank you both, for your generosity." You gripped at the skirt that fell to the tips of your toes barely covered your Chuck Taylor Converse. Isa smiled gently, holding a worn and broken leather carrying case out to you to take.

"I can't do enough to pay you all back." You made a note to include Isa's mother in the thanks, as she was also indirectly gifting you items.

"Goin' home safe," a large pause entered the conversation following Robert's comment. Isa had earlier explained that her father has a strange and unusual issue with Americans. Especially visiting somewhere like Inverness. "-Is all we can pray for." His voice was genuine, but with a hint of resentment. Not towards you, but aimed at something far larger than you. Robert was odd. Everything is odd. If you were only slightly more deranged, you would be acting just as cold and bitter as he was.

The train whistle was enough to make you jump out of your skin slightly, and the final call for boarding passengers was announced by the conductor.

"Again, thank you both. Your kindness is appreciated more than you can imagine." Taking the bag from Isa's hands, the heft slightly surprised you, but recovered as you walked up the steps to the train. Part of you wanted to stay, see what life you could carve here while trying to get home through the cairn. The other part of you understood that there isn't a choice in going home.

A large smile was across Isa's face when you found her among the scattered people on the raised deck, her father seemed to have already walked away and started on the walk home. A smile and wave and the train chugged into motion, steam flying behind the glass. You catch your reflection briefly. (y/e/c) eyes and an ill greenish grey colour clung to your skin, the grey skies unrelenting in their goal to forbid sunlight from reaching Scotland’s soil. It was pitiful to see yourself like this, a homesick and anxious ache bloomed in your gut. Settling into the steady chugging, the warmth of the shirt on your shoulders, and the steadiness of your seat beneath you was reality enough to coax you into a well deserved sleep.

A clamorous crash awoke you from the short nap your body allowed, the train had stopped, and with it came your carrying case from the weak storage compartment situated above your head. Calming your racing heart, you leaned over to stand and pick the dry leather handle from the floor and returned the hefty item to its previous place. A huff of breath while you fall into your seat, and your pulse finally calms down. You looked out the glass at the yellow train station sign reading the carefully painted words ‘Welcome to Manchester’ slowly.

People filed onto and off of the individual train cars, and soon enough your train car was mostly filled, all except the private aisle you suddenly shared with an older man in a bowler hat and bulky, black overcoat. Scanning him as he took the opposing corner seat in the small room. Everything about this man was understated, his tie held no colour, nor did his vest or suitcoat. The only colour to bespeckle this man was the icy blue of his eyes, weathered by age, and his salt and pepper hair and mustache.

He carried and opened a file of paperwork close to his chest, but sitting across from him it was easy to see that he had no intention of keeping the title private; ‘TOP SECRET, SPECIAL BRANCH, BSA MUNITIONS ROBBERY : PRIME’- Suspects, finishing the sentence you couldn’t read fully. With the amount of heist movies you watched before you were thrown back in time gave you a good inference that this man was police, or whatever British version of the FBI that happened to exist in 1919.

You were shocked the man didn’t seem to acknowledge your existence in the train car, until he swiftly checked to see where your eyes had been trailing and caught you staring directly at the opened folder.

“Has your family yet taught you that staring is quite rude?” A gruff and grumbled voice projected from beneath his bushy mustache. You removed your eyes quickly from the grey-green envelope. He carried the corners back towards each other, closing the file to place it on his lap.

“They did, I apologize.” You moved to turn your body away from him, crossing your left leg over your right to lean against the window, eyes dragging sleepily over the quickly passing trees. You hadn’t even been aware the train had started moving again. Your accent seemed to surprise the man.

“American?” He queried. You nodded, turning your head back to look in his direction. “If I may be so bold and ask, are you traveling to London?”

“Yes, actually. I hope to travel home once I arrive there.” You pondered quickly over the depth of information you wanted to share with the man. “I lost my passport while visiting Inverness, I need to speak to the police in London to figure out how I can get home without it.”

The man’s mustache lifted gently with a slight smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing we met today, my name is Chester Campbell, I’m an Inspector with the Scotland yard. I can get you a travel visa in Birmingham tomorrow, and then the day after you can be on a boat in London sailing back to the states.” He enthusiastically put his hand to his knee, outwardly excited for the upcoming few days. Your warning alarms were blaring in your head, but you doubted this man would let you stray away from the plan he just created.

“May I see your identification?” You hoped he would be too excited to hear in your voice how deeply you distrusted him. “It’s awfully dangerous for a young woman like myself to be traveling with a stranger who can’t prove his identity.” A shy smile lit your face gently, hoping to ease your own tension. He gave off waves of steeled and attuned senses to something. What it was you couldn’t pinpoint, but you could barely manage to stay in the same car with the way your skin suddenly crawled.

“Of course m’lady,” He handed you his badge after drawing it from within his breast pocket on his overcoat. All his information seemed appropriate for a man of his age and stature, and your hackles smoothed down with the small comfort that he was in fact a police officer. “Anything for the comfort of the fairer sex.”

Ew. Forget your skin crawling, you felt violently ill. But he could get you to America sooner. Although, what the hell would be good about being a woman traveling by herself to her nonexistent home in the states? Where would you even go once you got to New York? Dangers lurk around every turn, this Inspector Campbell was proof of this. I can’t give this opportunity away, as much as I dislike him. I might not get another chance to fall into my lap like this. “Thank you, Inspector.” A response finally fell through your teeth as you handed his badge back to him, and he tucked it back into its place within his coat. A tense conversation of small talk filled the remainder of the ride to Birmingham, your trust in him was nonexistent, and the hour and 30 minute ride didn’t improve it.

Stretching your legs from the excruciatingly long train ride was a welcomed feeling, stepping off the train and onto the Birmingham station platform. The sun was setting and you needed a drink. The trunk in your hand bumped your leg as you walked with it, eager to get away from that god forsaken room the Inspector filled with conversation through the entire ride. Swiftly asking those scattered around the buildings surrounding the station, The Garrison seemed to be the only pub within walking distance and price range, and so you started your venture to find food and drink. Your legs carried you away from the station as fast as possible before the Inspector had the chance to corner and engage you in yet another drawn-out commentary on the weather.

The Inspector had also offered to take you out for dinner, but you refused politely as you were collecting your things on the train to leave swiftly. If an hour of his time was grating years off of your life like it seemed to have done, you can’t imagine dinner with him. It might kill you on the spot.

The intricate details on the glass of the front façade gave The Garrison an odd aura that felt so very welcoming and warm, and yet the building itself had a feeling of owning wary and watchful eyes. Pushing through the doors, the rubber of your shoes squealed loudly against the marble flooring, catching the eyes of many of the other patrons through the frosted glass. You paused against the second set of doors to steady yourself and grip the handle of your carrying case before walking directly to the golden bar top and shimmying up onto a stool.

It wasn’t a great bar, in fact it was barely more than four walls, a few windows, and a mountain of liquor. The lighting was dim, keeping the more unseemly stains from the eyes of the customers. The woodworking of the booths behind you was gorgeous, beautiful craftsmanship that was beer spackled and possibly pissed on. The woodwork behind the bar seemed less abused, instead worn and well loved, and before you could admire it any further, the tall bartender asked you for your order.

“What food do you have here?” You asked swiftly, running on fumes and short tempered from the train ride. You, very less than subtly, reached down your shirt to where you had stashed the 20 pounds in your bra. Luckily The Garrison paid no attention, and you were able to order the largest meal the man in front of you could provide: a few slices of sourdough bread, cheese and a small chicken breast with potatoes. Pairing it with a large stein of beer, you were barely awake by last call, nearly asleep on the bar after everyone else had cleared out, except for the strange group of men that had been in and out of the corner room over the course of the night.

“Ma’am, I hate to do this to you, but you can’t sleep at the bar tonight.” The bartender leaned against the golden surface with a rag over his shoulder. God knows what time it was, and there was no possible way of getting you to care.

“Is there anywhere nearby for less than,” You did a quick tally in your mind to count the remaining coins in your pocket. “10 pounds a night?” Lifting your head from the counter to gaze up at the barman.

He sighed above you. “Look, don’t let anyone know about it, and I’ll let you sleep at one of the booths for tonight. You seem like a good enough woman, but tomorrow morning you are done loitering here and you’ll move along.” He bargained, and your heart leapt in your chest at the grace of the cards that have been falling into place around you.

“Thank you so much, sir. I’ll help you open tomorrow morning if that would help at all, I really do mean to earn my keep for tonight.” You suggested, overexcited at the fact you had a place to stay the night. He seemed to chew on the idea in his mind for a moment.

“I don’t see why that wouldn’t work.” He nodded. “The name’s Harry Fenton, I own the Garrison.”

“I’m (y/n),” You smiled slightly. “And I think I will be going to bed now.”

notes pt2. : woooaaah holy crap that was a lot im so sorry for such a long intro chapter but trust itll make sense next chapter :P i legit worked on this chapter for a week and I will try my best to learn how to make a freakin masterlist now that im finally back into writing stuffs :> idk when pt 2 will be out but i can start a tag list if anyone wants to be added

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #Thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x you

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The Five Times I Hooked Up with Mary Goore (and the One Time I Couldn’t)

Summary: Mary had a certain…reputation around town. Equal blends of obnoxious and quiet, depending on who he was around, and not afraid of stirring up a little trouble if the occasion was right. The elderly were afraid of him, children gawked at him, and the “straight-and-narrow” folks were annoyed by his antics and “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. I’d heard stories of him being kicked out of bars for all sorts of interesting behaviors and fighting mouthy assholes in alleyways. I didn’t know him well enough to know if it was purely a stage act that filtered into his interactions or if it was really who he was. Prior to tonight, I hadn’t cared enough to really think about it.

“You coming?” His voice broke me from my mental back-and-forth and I looked up at him, noticing he had walked a few steps ahead of me, his body now turned to face me with his arm motioning toward the side yard.

Fuck it, I thought, nodding my head as I jogged to catch up to him. I guess I’m spending the evening with Mary Goore.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore x OFC / 7.2k words

Warnings: language, graphic description of oral sex, mentions of animal harm (no animal harm actually occurs), recreational drug use

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Chapter One: Hook-up #1: The Rooftop

It wasn’t that I was against going to a house party. During the handful of years that I’d experienced adulthood (and some of my teenage years as well), I’d been to plenty, and I’d seen some shit that still brought smiles (and shudders) to my face.

No, it wasn’t a feeling of disdain or a lack of desire to be at the loud, crowded ranch-style home on the rougher side of town full of ornery drunk young adults; it was that I didn’t have the social battery to play the “party game” tonight.

Desiree had dragged me out all but against my will. (“It will be fun!” She’d said. “Come on…a couple bands are going to play!”) Although I knew she was hoping her words would act as a catalyst for my desire to attend, it only made me roll my eyes. I’d been engulfed in the local music scene for ages and it was always a toss up which type of bands you’d see playing at house parties.

Eventually, I’d resigned to my fate after she’d both used her big brown puppy eyes (which I’d lovingly nicknamed her “Puss in Boots” tactic), and a confession that she was trying to sleep with the guy that lived there and needed a little support. “Friends don’t let friends get cockblocked,” she’d argued. So, after an hour of preening on her end and me smelling which clothes seemed the least likely to need a wash, we’d hopped in a rideshare and headed to the party on the other side of town.

I’d lost track of Des after about ten minutes when she’d homed in on Thomas, the illustrious party-thrower and member of her current favorite local band. I’d received a pleading look and an air kiss as she’d locked arms with him and disappeared into the crowd. I assumed this meant she was abandoning me and would make it up to me later somehow.

Currently, I stood with my back hugging the wood-paneled wall of a sunken den with a mostly gone PBR in hand, people watching. I sighed and took the last sip from my can, cringing a bit at the warmth and watery taste that a last sip always provides, and chucked the can in a nearby overflowing trash bin.

The den wasn’t as full as the rest of the larger rooms of the house, which is one of the reasons I chose it. A thrash metal band was playing in the partially finished basement downstairs and their sound was loud and gritty enough to pierce through the subfloor and into the main level. Despite this, a few groups of people congregated around the den in various stages of conversation and drunkenness.

I pushed myself off the wall and hopped up the half steps to round into the kitchen with a hope that it had been long enough for Des to reappear somewhere. I was almost instantly met with a crowd of people circling around the kitchen table in an energetic game of beer pong. My eyes peered through the space between two guys cheering on the team closest to us, and I could quickly see why the game was so lively: each successful shot resulted in both a drink and the removal of an article of clothing of the opposing team.

I glanced across the kitchen to the clock on the stove. 11:17 PM. I’d been here for almost an hour and a half already. My social battery was nearly dead at this point, so I decided to hop out to the back patio for a little reprieve. It was surprisingly empty (which I credited to the band playing and the strip pong) and I slid into a plastic deck chair before pulling my vape out of my pocket and folding my legs up to criss-cross in the seat of the chair.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I leaned back and gazed at the stars from between the branches of the old trees craning over the house and yard, but it couldn’t have been that long before I heard the screen door slide open and the light clunking of boot-trodden footsteps approaching. I didn’t glance up, instead flipping the vape back and forth through my fingers as if lost in thought.

The sound of a seemingly male voice, who I attributed to the boot-man, interrupted my calm.

“That shit is terrible for your lungs.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I don’t do it that often,” I replied coolly. I’d hoped to escape conversation for a while by coming outside and I wasn’t all that interested in small talk.

I glanced over to see the person who’d spoken to me and was met with a smirk and shrug from a mystery man. Golden brown hair hung down past his shoulders and onto his back, framing his angular face. His cheeks looked ashen - almost as if dark makeup had been wiped off - and he held a beer bottle in hand as he leaned against the railing of the old wood porch. His eyes didn’t falter and I searched to see if I recognized them. Were they green? Hazel? I couldn’t quite tell in the darkness of the patio and I surely didn’t know who he was.

Breaking our stare, and in a slight act of defiance, I took a long pull from my vape pen. The bitter, smooth taste of THC danced down my throat and filled my lungs. I exhaled the skunky-smelling vapor, trying to politely aim towards the other side of the patio, and immediately started to cough. Hard.

“Oh shit, I didn't know that’s what you were doing,” the guy said with a look of surprise and a small laugh. I wanted to retort with something snarky (“What else would I be doing out here?”), but when I tried to form the words, I was overcome by continuous strings of deep coughs and wheezes as I tried to intake air.

“Here.” He took a step closer and held out his beer to me. I furrowed my brow, my arm still covering my mouth as I shook through my coughing fit, but ultimately accepted it with a slight nod. The beer was cool on my throat and helped to soothe the self-inflicted soreness. I only needed a couple of small swigs before my breathing seemed back to normal and I could hand him back the bottle.

“Thanks, um—...” I paused, looking him over in search of his name.

“Mary,” he finished for me, accepting the beer back, “Mary Goore.”

“Dahlia,” I offered back, earning a tip of his bottle in reply.

Now that I’d fumbled my way through breaking the ice, I couldn’t help but sneak a better look at him. He was surely taller than me. His frame appeared lean and muscular from what I could see underneath his leather battle jacket and tight black jeans. My suspicions about the shoes were also confirmed. He was wearing a pair of black combat boots that matched the sound of his clunking footsteps.

“I don't think I've seen you around before,” he said after a beat, breaking me from my obvious study of his appearance. I looked away and took a much smaller drag from my vape pen.

“I'm here with a friend. Or, well, I was.” I licked my lips, eyes cast through the screen door as I gazed at the busy kitchen, “I kind of lost track of her.”

“She ditched you? That's kind of shitty,” he replied.

I turned to look at him again and was met with those piercing eyes. Green I decided. Definitely dark green. Mossy. “I'm pretty sure she's off with Thomas. Somewhere.” I motioned my hand haphazardly in the air. “I don't know. It’s been over an hour since I’ve seen her.”

He chuckled at this and took another pull from his bottle. “Yeah, if she’s with Tommy, I wouldn’t expect to see her for a while.” He paused and looked towards the direction of the screen door before looking back at me again. “You not into beer pong?”

I shrugged and looked in at the kitchen again. “Bad aim.” He nodded and at this point I noticed that the girls on the losing team were nearly nude, only wearing their bras and panties, while the guys on the opposing team had only lost their shirts. “I also don’t feel like taking my clothes off.”

A smile graced his lips at my words. “So, you won't be following in your friend's footsteps then?”

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks at his innuendo and I looked away to hide my embarrassment. It wasn’t that I was against casual sex. I wasn’t prude, per say, but the idea of talking about it openly and alone with a stranger made me a little uncomfortable.

“Sometimes, I just need a break from the crowd. The noise and the...feeling of so many people around me—… It's nice to be somewhere a little more open and calm,” I said softly.

I exactly don’t know why I said it — I didn’t owe Mary an explanation and I certainly didn’t need to get personal with him. I suppose I was trying to steer the conversation away from my best friend’s hookup and the raunchy game happening inside.

Mary let out a chuckle at this admission and my brows furrowed defensively. “What?” I asked.

He shook his head a little and the light pouring through the screen door to the kitchen illuminated his face, showing that the corners of his mouth were tugged in an amused smirk. “You crave calm, yet you come to a house party?” I felt myself bristle a little at this. “You’re interesting, Dahlia.”

He cast me a smile that was equal parts cocky and warm, and god, there were those eyes again staring right at me. I shook the thought from my head.

“Why are you out here, then?” I asked in a defensive retort.

Mary shrugged again, nonchalant as ever, and took another sip of his nearly empty beer. “Lost a bet,” he answered.

I felt my heart drop as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Was he out here talking to me because of some stupid punishment for losing to his friends? ‘Go talk to the weird chick sitting by herself outside’? He must have noticed my reaction, because he quickly interjected. “—Not like that! I'm avoiding the guy I owe $20.”

“Oh, so you're nosy and you're a sore loser,” I shot back in jest, turning my body in my chair to face him a little better.

Mary rolled his eyes. “No, he's just an asshole and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of winning.”

I laughed a little at his response. “Arrogant, too.” I quipped. This earned me another cheeky smile. I felt the corner of my lips tug down in my own slight smirk and started to flip the vape pen between my fingers again.

“You gonna share that?” Mary motioned to the vape, his eyebrow slightly raised in question.

“I thought this shit was bad for your lungs?” I snapped back his own words quickly, a grin plastered to my cheeks.

This earned me a laugh from Mary, warm and genuine, and he raised his hands up to his chest in defeat. “To be fair, I didn’t know you had weed. That changes things.”

I leaned forward in my chair, almost falling out as I passed the vape pen over to him. He raised the pen to his lips and I watched as they pursed around the mouthpiece. Before I could realize it, I found myself thinking about the fullness of his lips and the slant of his jaw as he took an expert pull. I sucked my own lips into my mouth slightly in response, trying to will-down the fluttering in my gut. He exhaled slowly and passed the pen back to me.

His eyes zeroed in on my form. I realized that I had probably been caught watching, and in a last ditch effort to hide the obvious expression on my face, I rolled my eyes. “Show off,” I said.

Mary simply grinned proudly in response. Although I didn’t really know him, I can’t say I was surprised at his cockiness. We sat in silence for a few moments (which was weirdly not uncomfortable), and I leaned back once more in my chair to study the pin-pricked stars in the inky sky. It was only getting later, and the likelihood of me meeting back up with Des was slim. After a handful of minutes, I slipped my vape pen back in my pocket and began to zip up my jacket, standing up to stretch out my tired limbs.

“You off?” Mary asked, breaking the calm quiet. He had since moved to sit in the other vacant chair just next to his spot on the railing, and one of his legs was folded up to rest along his other as he reclined in the plastic seat. I allowed my eyes to travel the expanse of his body, noting the well-worn band tee logo hidden underneath the patch-strewn jacket, as well as the holes and rips dotting the length of his pants.

I mentally shook myself from my glance and put my hands in my pockets. I was staring again. “Yeah, I don't see Des returning anytime soon and I really don't feel like trying to buy my way into a crowd right now,” I began to rock back and forth on my heels as I studied my shoes.

The sound of glass hitting something hard broke my focus and I jumped. Mary had thrown his bottle into the trash can across the patio and was standing up from his seat. When I looked up at him, he had a coy smile on his face. He must have seen me react to the noise. “Let’s get out of here, then,” he reasoned, walking over towards me.

“Let's?...as in you and me?” I asked, eyebrow slightly cocked.

He shrugged his shoulders and his hands found his own jean pockets. “Yeah, why not?”

I paused.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever heard about Mary Goore before. On the contrary, I had heard many stories about him through the grapevine. We were both active in our local music scene - him, as a musician, and me, as a spectator - and hung out in some of the same circles. I’m sure I’d seen his band play at least once or twice at some point and I’d noticed him at various gigs and bars around town. I’d never met him before, though — his vibe was a bit too forward and intimidating for me to approach him in the past.

Mary had a certain…reputation around town. Equal blends of obnoxious and quiet, depending on who he was around, and not afraid of stirring up a little trouble if the occasion was right. The elderly were afraid of him, children gawked at him, and the “straight-and-narrow” folks were annoyed by his antics and “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. I’d heard stories of him being kicked out of bars for all sorts of interesting behaviors and fighting mouthy assholes in alleyways. I didn’t know him well enough to know if it was purely a stage act that filtered into his interactions or if it was really who he was. Prior to tonight, I hadn’t cared enough to really think about it.

Why did he want to spend time with me, of all people? There was an entire house full of partiers he likely knew and got along with. Plus, the now nude girls at the beer pong table were definitely a more enticing choice than a quiet girl getting high on the patio while she waited for her friend, the social lubricator.

Fuck it, I thought, nodding my head as I jogged to catch up to him. I guess I’m spending the evening with Mary Goore.

🜏🜏🜏

Mary had led me through to the front yard of the house with ease before sidling up to the sidewalk towards the more urban part of town. I followed next to him and matched his pace, hands in my pockets as I looked around at the dark street. We were mostly quiet as we walked, which I didn’t mind. Maybe he reasoned that I didn’t want to engage in small talk since I’d purposefully separated myself from the party crowd, or maybe he was content to just walk. I wasn’t sure but was grateful nonetheless.

We ended up at a 24-hour convenience store a few blocks from Thomas’ house. Mary motioned towards the door as if asking nonverbally if I wanted to come in, but I shook my head, holding up my vape pen to tell him that I was fine outside while he did whatever he’d planned on doing.

It wasn’t a long wait, probably five or ten minutes, and I’d had enough time to take a few more hits of my vape pen to calm my nerves. My anxiety had started to bloom in my chest. I didn’t know Mary and I was alone with him, in the dark, walking around an area of town I wasn’t familiar with. I had made sure to ping Des with my location, sending a simple text of “left for a walk, be home later” (though I doubted she was in any position to check her phone).

Mary emerged from the gas station with an armful of snacks and a brown bag stuffed with…something. I shook my head in disbelief and pocketed the vape pen again as I followed him down another unknown street.

“Here, put these in your pockets since you have so many of them—” Mary grabbed a couple of small bags of chips from the arm holding them and held them out to me before stopping and turning to face me, “—why the fuck are you wearing cargo pants?”

My eyes widened in defensive disbelief. “I like them!”

He laughed and cocked a brow at me. “Is that like a...scouts thing? You one of those doomsday preppers or secret militiamen?” I could feel the snark dripping from his tone. He was enjoying this.

“They're literally just pants! They're comfy and they're cute and I—” I sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose, “I do not have to explain this to you.”

Mary pushed the bags of chips into my chest playfully and I quickly struggled to grab onto them. Dropping them would be the icing on the shit cake of embarrassment.

“...you didn't steal these, did you?” I asked as I eyed him cautiously.

Mary, who had begun walking again, turned his head to look at me with a glance of disbelief, surprise, and possibly a tinge of irritation. I felt my heart sink a little with guilt and I let out another defeated noise.

“Fine. I'm only doing this because I feel like I owe you,” I grumbled, stuffing the small chip bags into my cargo pockets.

“Scouts honor?”

“Fuck off, Goore.”

We walked down a winding sidewalk, the street completely empty and illuminated eerily with various old street lamps, some flickering in exhaustion. It had grown quiet again (except for the shaking, crunching noise of the chips in my pockets) and this time I felt like I had to break the dead air.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked quietly.

He didn’t turn to address me. “Somewhere quiet and calm. Just like you wanted.”

I felt that familiar heat rising to my cheeks and my momentary anxiety cooled. “Thanks,” I eventually replied.

“Don't mention it,” he said with a slight smile, before his expression changed to one of seriousness, “Really, don't mention it. I have a reputation to uphold.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I've heard. Did you really microwave a cat?”

Mary suddenly stopped in front of me and turned around, causing me to nearly run smack-dab into his chest. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed with furrowed brows. “I might be an asshole, but I don't fuck with animals. That shit is psycho.” He shook his head and pointed to one of my pockets, the one holding the vape, and I took this as his way of asking for it without really asking. I handed it to him and we started walking again. After a long drag, he looked over at me, our paces now matched, and exhaled with a lewd smile. “The only pussy I eat is in between the woman’s legs that are squeezing my head.”

I cleared my throat to hide my noise of surprise at his boldness. It didn’t work and he laughed at the stunned expression on my face.

“So, um, what’s in the brown bag?” I asked, changing the subject.

“A forty. And shaved ice.” Mary handed me back the pen and motioned to the left before turning down another quiet street. I looked at him curiously. “Come on, we're almost there.”

Mary started to jog off the path through some bushes that lined the sidewalk and I scurried to keep up with him. It was almost comical watching his lean body try to move quickly without dropping his bounty and I had to hold back a snort. He led us through a bank of trees and through some overgrown grass (during which I made sure to threaten that if I got a tick I would beat his ass) before stopping in front of a small building.

It was an old, abandoned warehouse that sat just off the main road. The structure was all cement and brick with worn shingles and overgrown vines, but in the starlight, it looked oddly beautiful.

Mary walked up to the side of the structure and pushed some tree starts to the side, revealing an old ladder that had been purposefully tucked away. “I was hoping this would still be here,” he breathed out as he pulled it to the side and repositioned it against the cracked facade of the building, wiggling it a little to test its sturdiness. “Come on.”

Mary took the paper bag he’d been carrying and gripped it between his teeth as he climbed up the rickety ladder. I hesitantly followed, bouncing a little on the bottom step to make sure it wouldn’t break under my weight, and eventually hoisted myself onto the dirty, rough shingles of the building’s roof. Mary held his hand out to help me find my footing, and we walked over to what looked like the most stable area of the top of the graffitied building.

We sat down beside one another and Mary started arranging his goodies. I, on the other hand, leaned back, my hands stabilizing behind me with knees bent so that I could glance up at the night sky. The moon was visible and constellations dotted the great expanse above us. Everything was much more visible from our elevated position. Sounds of crickets and a faraway frog teetered through the air. He was right — this was much more peaceful than the party. I could feel a smile creep onto my face again at his thoughtfulness.

“So, tell me how come I haven’t seen you around before?” Mary started as he spread his legs out in a v-shape against the tiles of the roof.

“You probably have and just haven’t noticed. I’ve seen you a couple of times at bars and stuff.” I played with the zipper on one of my pants pockets and tried to sound as neutral as possible. I didn’t want to give the impression that I cared that he didn’t know who I was…even if that wasn’t necessarily true.

“Shit, sorry,” Mary awkwardly laughed and shot me an apologetic smile.

I returned it warmly. “It’s fine. I don’t have much of a memorable face…or presence for that matter. I’ve come to accept that.”

“I’m guessing you’re into the music scene? Or is that just your friend?” Mary opened up the brown paper bag and took out the forty and a lidded double cup of shaved ice. I watched as he unsheathed the second cup and distributed the now sloshing ice between both cups, before cracking open the beer to pour into both of them.

“I dabble,” I passed him a small grin and accepted the cup with a silent nod, “I’m not as active as I used to be. Life and…stupid shit got in the way.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and looked down at the icy mess in the cup.

“Boyfriend?” Mary questioned.

I nodded. “Ex.”

“Ahh. Someone I know?” he asked as he took a swig of his drink.

“Brody Gillings.”

Mary immediately sputtered out the beer concoction and laughed loudly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his leather jacket sleeve. “You dated that tool? Oh fuck, that’s funny. I’m so sorry.”

I watched him as he shook his head, still laughing, and rolled my eyes in response. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, get it out,” I paused and took a sip of my own drink.The taste of hoppy beer had been muddled down with water and gritty ice and I couldn’t help the disgusted look that painted my face. “Jesus, Mary, this is awful,” I choked out.

Mary returned the chuckle and to my surprise, he looked down at his own cup sheepishly. “Yeah, beer slushies sounded like a good idea in my mind, but come to think of it, I’ve never put ice in my beer. Shit’s watery as fuck.”

I shot him an apologetic glance before allowing a beat of silence to overtake the rooftop. I found myself speaking before I even realized it was my voice that cut through the air. “It…wasn’t always bad. He was charming for a while. Introduced me to a few black metal bands that I like.” I let out another small breath and licked my lips as I picked at a stray thread on the fabric of my pants. “Everyone makes mistakes,” I looked up at him, a resigned tug at my lips, “Mine just lasted a couple years too long.”

Despite how awful they tasted, Mary gulped down a chunk of his homemade icee with a nod. “Didn’t he move to Milwaukee to join some up-and-coming band or some shit?”

This time, it was me that choked out a surprised laugh. “Is that what he told people?!” I shook my head and scoffed. “Makes sense. He’s all about appearances.”

It was true - my ex had been the kind of person who reveled in his reputation in town. The big, bad bassist that could break necks and down more shots than the whole bartop combined. I turned my head to look over at Mary. “He moved to Florida to take care of his grandma. She’s close to death and he’s itching to be written into the will.”

He raised his eyebrows in retort. “Wow, he just keeps getting shittier.”

“Seems to be the running theme with Brody.”

As time wore on, we filled the night air with pleasant and comfortable conversation, Mary sharing about the bands he’d played in and his current band, Repugnant, which were trying to set up a small coastal tour. I shared a little about my job and my friendship with Desiree, and we sipped our beer slushies until they were mostly gone and had became more water than beer.

Talking with Mary seemed natural. It came easily. Despite not truly knowing who he was as a person, I spoke with him like he was an old friend. I didn’t feel an air of judgment with what I chose to share with him, and he seemed appreciative that I wanted to know more about the things he enjoyed. Specifically, his music.

After a while, my head was feeling a little fuzzy from the weed and the beer and I allowed my eyes to close as I relaxed against the scratchy shingles. As the sound of a nearby bird cooed in the distance, Mary reached over and surprised me by looping a licorice rope around my neck. Where he had kept it during our walk over, I had no idea.

“A licorice rope? I haven't had one of these since I was like...eleven.” I reached up and pulled the rope down to remove the wrapper before biting off a small piece.

I looked over at the gutter punk beside me to see him tying his own rope in knots, having already removed and discarded the entirety of the wrapper onto the ground below us.

“Their R&D is genius,” he started, hands working the candy into an intricate knot, “They're like a gateway to BDSM. Perfect for preteens who like pre-bondage.”

I felt myself choke on my bite of licorice and I let out an incredulous laugh. “Mary! I'm pretty sure that's not what these were designed for.”

He paused his tying and looked over at me with another one of his trademark smirks. “Are you saying you're not into bondage? No surprises for me in those cargo pants?”

I felt my cheeks flush and I took another bite to hide my embarrassment. “I am not answering that question.”

This seemed to amuse him, but he let it go when he saw my bashful response, quickly changing the subject. “Hey - chips,” he snapped playfully, hands reaching out in a grabby motion. I unzipped the pockets of my pants and threw the chip bags at him. Annoyingly, he caught the bags without hesitation and ripped open a bag of Lays, quickly shoving a chip into his mouth.

I tossed him a look.

“I know it's not microwaved cat, but—”

“— it's no pussy either,” he interrupted, mouth full of chips as he chewed.

“You're really obsessed with that, aren't you?” I leaned toward him, a hand on my hip as if to teasingly scold him.

He beamed beside me. “Who wouldn't be? There is no better feeling than having your face between some chick's thighs....”

This time, the silence between us was notable. I looked down and bit my lip, not exactly knowing what to say in response. Mary was so nonchalant, so chill yet matter-of-fact in talking about his experiences. It was something I envied.

He must have caught on to my nervous aura because he set the bag of chips down and rotated his whole body to face me. His eyebrows raised in shock. “...wait, seriously?! You've never—”

“—I've never been with someone that liked it!” I spat out, heat flushing my face as I looked away in mortification.

“Damn, Brody really was a dickhead. I guess that shouldn't shock me.”

I released a deep breath of resignation and reached up to rub my palms against my eyes, pushing away the burgundy locks that had fallen into my face. “He wasn't the kind of guy who cared about how I felt….in a lot of ways, actually,” I admitted. I could feel Mary’s eyes on me — studying me — and I avoided them like the plague.

“...And other guys? Before? They didn't go down on you?” He sounded confused.

I paused. I’m pretty sure I audibly gulped, but my heart was racing so fast that I didn’t really know what was happening. I fiddled with the thread between my fingers, twisting it as I tried to figure out how to respond. "I never reall— what are you doing?!"

My words were interrupted because Mary had shifted from beside me and was crawling over my outstretched leg, settling in between my knees to face me straight on. He was only a few feet from the edge of the roof. “Mary, what the hell? You’re going to fall!”

He ignored my protests. “I'm showing you what you're missing out on,” He said as he saddled himself in between my legs. His eyes flickered up to mine and god damn it, the green hue was almost glowing in the moonlight. He licked his lips and continued. “I'm not gonna let you go through life without experiencing this at least once.”

He can’t be serious. I chuckled nervously and shook my head. “No, Mary, it's okay, really, you don't have to,” I said, but my words were clearly said in vain. His hands were already resting on the green fabric covering my knees. His grip was soft yet firm, and I felt a lump form in my stomach.

“I know, I want to,” he grinned, then quickly added, “Platonic head. Just two people enjoying themselves.” Mary raised one hand to his temple and gave me a two finger salute, a mock look of seriousness on his face. “Scouts honor.”

“Fuck you,” I laughed out at his jab. Despite the situation, I felt myself relax a little under his touch. He looked at me lecherously.

“Maybe if you play your cards right.” He winked at me and sat back on his knees, his hands beginning to brush up my thighs as if to ask silent permission to continue. I swallowed roughly and looked down at his fingertips as they moved across the inseam of my pants and up to the button at my waist.

I lifted my hips up towards him as his hand ghosted over the button at my waist. He effortlessly popped the button through its closure and slipped both hands under the waistband before pulling the pants down my legs. I silently thanked myself for deciding to shave my legs in the shower this morning as the fabric slid down my calves before being kicked off to the side. I was left in my jacket, tank top, and luckily, a cute pair of lacy black cheeky panties that I had thrown on quickly before we left for the party.

Mary moved a little closer, leaning in as he ran his palms up and down my inner thighs. My skin was pale - maybe even more so in the moonlight - and his hands felt electric with every stroke. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at him through anxious eyes. His long hair hung in strands that perfectly framed his face and at that moment, I noticed just how attractive Mary was. His features were nearly chiseled and masculine, yet his movements were fluid, confident, and soft, almost like he was afraid to break me.

“Damn, your skin is so soft,” he muttered out, more to himself than anyone else, and he leaned down to press his lips against my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I felt him kissing along the sensitive skin there. He was dangerously close to my core and I suddenly was feeling self-conscious at having a person I had just barely met touch me so intimately.

Mary must have sensed my apprehension, because he looked up at me with kind eyes, lips still pressing against my leg. “Relax,” he breathed out, his thumbs rubbing circles against my skin, “You deserve to feel good.” I nodded and let out another relaxing breath, eyes closing as I tilted my head back slightly towards the sky.

Had someone told me yesterday that Mary Goore would be eating me out on an abandoned warehouse rooftop, acting completely romantic and sweet and selfless, I would have told them they were fucking high. Yet, after talking with Mary all evening, I realized just how gentle he was. How he’d taken the time to get to know me, to ask about my past, to insinuate that I deserved better than aggressive assholes that used metal music as an excuse to antagonize women. I also realized that I was just as bad as the people that looked down at him for the clothing he wore or the music he played. I’d decided to let my assumptions cloud my interpretation of someone I didn’t even know.

His mouth moved closer and broke me from my rabbithole, his teeth grazing against the curve where my leg met my groin, and he brushed his cheek against the fabric of my panties. I felt myself biting down softly on my lip, fingertips pressed into the textured rooftop, and my hips moved just barely at the contact. He chuckled and brought his hands to rest against my hip bones, fingers sliding under the band of my underwear as he pressed a kiss to my mound. Without another word, he slid my panties off and down my thighs before pocketing them. I’m sure he’d hoped I wouldn’t notice and I made a mental note to confront him later about it.

I lay bare in front of him, half naked against the quiet slate, our only neighbors being the surrounding wildlife and the glowing stars above. Mary pressed another kiss to the bare skin of my pussy before wrapping his arms around my thighs and gently pulling me closer to his mouth. I could feel his breath fanning over me and it felt chilly against the wetness that was now gathering at my center.

He was still for a moment, our breath the only sound punctuating the night, before I felt him lick a stripe up my slit, barely touching my clit before pulling away. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan and reached up to cover my mouth in surprise. I felt him laugh against my thigh.

“Be as loud as you want, dollface. There’s no one around for blocks.”

I nearly felt myself puddle at the nickname and before I could respond, he was licking against my folds again, fingertips gripping tightly against my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked down, raking in a breath at the sight of the emerald-eyed man between my legs. His gaze was trained on my expression and his tongue was now moving up and down teasingly, trying to get a reaction from me as we locked onto each other.

Mary moved his tongue up to my clit and massaged it lightly before wrapping his lips around it and sucking down harshly. I arched my back helplessly and let out a loud moan in response, my thighs beginning to squeeze against the sides of his head. My actions earned me a lustful groan in reciprocation.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, kissing my labia before diving in to sloppily lick around my clit, pointing his tongue as he flicked it rhythmically. The motions sent shockwaves to my center and I all but crumbled.

“Oh god, Mary,” I said breathlessly, laying down completely as if to surrender to his ministrations. Had I not been so distracted by his movements, I’d likely have felt his cheeky smile against my core. He knew he was good at what he did and he got off on these reactions. Now that I had a taste of what it felt like to have him between my legs, I was more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

The weed was really starting to take effect and my limbs started to feel tingly and heavy. I let myself relax into the roof and against Mary, no longer caring about the tiny noises he was working from me with each movement of his mouth. One of his hands left its place on my quad and snaked between us before barely brushing against my entrance. He gathered the slick there and without warning, he pushed inside of me gently, his tongue lapping from his finger up to my sensitive nub.

Mary started to pump inside of me before adding another, the angle shifting before he hit the spot that had me seeing explosions of light dancing in my vision. I buckled my hips up into his face and he moaned lewdly, rubbing his fingertips against my g-spot as he licked and sucked at my core. With each ministration, each caress of his tongue, I felt the tingling deep in my abdomen building and my knees shaking.

“R-right— fuck, right there,” I whimpered out, my pelvis rocking against his movements. I felt my legs tighten against his head again and without thinking, I reached down to card my fingers through his long, caramel locks, gripping onto them as I guided his head against me. “Don’t stop,” I choked out in an almost sob. I was close and he could tell, because he sped up, increasing the pressure of his tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

Mary let out another intoxicatingly attractive groan at my words. “You gonna cum on my tongue, kitten?” he all but growled against my folds. I was so close that I could feel myself dripping onto him and I nodded fervently. “Mmph, good girl. Come for me,” he purred, his tongue circling around my clit before clamping down and sucking hard.

I completely lost it at that moment. My thighs trembled as I felt the tightness in my abdomen snap, flooding waves of intense pleasure and electric heat throughout my core and into each cell of my body. My grip on his hair tightened and I let out a near-scream of ecstasy as I came undone around his eager tongue.

Mary continued to work me through my release, his forest-colored eyes watching my every expression as he kissed and sucked at my wet heat. He only stopped when I felt overstimulation take root and pushed lightly at his cheek to signal that it was too much.

Mary ran his tongue along my slit once more, gathering up my cum with a lascivious gleam in his eyes before releasing his grip on my legs and sitting back. My head had since dropped back against the cool shingles and I was nearly panting, my whole body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Holy shit,” I breathed out after a beat, a broad smile tugging at my face as I brushed some of my long, dark red strands from my face. I took a moment to look down at the pleased punk in front of me and watched as he dipped the fingers that had been inside of me into his own mouth, cleaning them off with an obscene slurp. Heat panged at my stomach again and I nearly came from watching him. Fuck, he was hot.

“You taste incredible,” he said before wiping my slick from his mouth and chin, a seductively satisfied grin on his face. I felt myself flush at his words and I let out a bashful giggle, licking my lips as I watched him relax back on his knees.

“So,” he asked after a minute, reaching out to stroke the pads of his fingers up and down the delicate flesh of my thighs, “Was I right? Nothing better, huh?” He stared at me with lust-blown pupils.

I sat up slightly to face him and sucked my lips into my mouth briefly to attempt to hide my resigned smirk. Reaching up, I threaded my hands through his messy hair, the pad of my thumb rubbing sweetly against the angle of his jawbone. I guess it wouldn’t kill me to give him a tiny victory.

“Shut up, Goore.”

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sunny-reis · 9 months

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Hi, may I ask you about write Ayato x reader who like be affectionate but only with Ayato? For example they don't like be touched or when someone use pet name or nickname but they like when Ayato do this? They are like this grumpy cat which only one person are allowed to pet haha.

Good day/night

headcanons - ayato with a grumpy(?) reader

credits to @/SodaPuff3 on twitter for the ayato icon :3

sorry, i can't take your touch; it's not that i don't want you...

notes: woohoo first request !! i've never written headcanons like this so please feel free to tell me what you think :)

i now realize that this is a lot longer than it needed to be .. oh well 🤠

tags: i was DEFINITELY projecting while writing this LMAO, reader isn't implied to be fem or masc in any way ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

🫧 there are a whole bunch of reasons you might not be that welcome to physical affection or touch from others

🧋 maybe you're just not comfortable? let's assume so for now lmao

☔️ anyways !! you're going about your day in inazuma, maybe running some errands, when you realize you forgot to get rice flour 🧍

🫧 for SHAME how could you forget the flour !!

🧋 now you have to go all the way back to the tsukomono grocery shop when you're already out of the city 😟 yikes

☔️ yeah that isn't gonna be a fun trip GOOD LUCK

🫧 anyways you're back at the grocery shop and - just your luck!! - it starts raining

🧋 why. does the universe hate you 😶

☔️ sigh. anyways

🫧 you do the mental gymnastics of realizing you have to walk back to the kamisato estate ... yeah lmao there's no way that's happening

🧋 you look back from under the little awning and see that it's now pouring cats and dogs

☔️ today's really not your lucky day huh 🫠 you're just standing there like a fool, watching it rain and holding your little bag of produce and (now wet 😟) flour

🫧 a few minutes later you see the one and only

🧋 your saving grace, the (now) light of your life, your reason to get up in the morning, the apple of your eye, your good samaritan,

☔️ your savior,

🫧 thoma !! you've never been happier to see the man

🧋 waving at him like a madman, he looks your way, eyes wide, and rushes over to you to ask you what the heck you're doing out here in the rain

☔️ you recount the whole flour situation (albeit embarrassed), and thoma, being the amazing person he is, offers to share his umbrella with you

🫧 you thank your lucky stars and gladly accept, now walking back to the kamisato estate as the rain pitter-patters over the polished paper umbrella

🧋 which is great ! you're really thankful and all that ! but there's a small, itty-bitty, minuscule, tiny problem

☔️ he's WAY too close for your liking 🧍

🫧 it's not that you're worried about good ol' thoma flirting with you or ayato being over-possessive or anything !!

🧋 you just Don't. like touching/being touched by other people (which is understandable !!)

☔️ but you don't know how to explain it to thoma without sounding like an absolute asshole (ﾟｰﾟ;

🫧 like he did offer to take you back home in the rain and he's a really good friend and all that

🧋 but every second that passes by with his arm brushing just a little too close for your liking drives you INSANE for some reason

☔️ by the time you reach chinju forest, you're overstimulated and frustrated and grumpy and slightly wet and your robes are clinging to your body and you can feel the water in your soggy socks and

🫧 OUGHHHH you feel like a steaming pile of trash ((´д｀)) at least the kamisato estate's just above the stone steps in front of you

🧋 after a few minutes of carefully climbing up them, drying off with a warm towel from furuta (the sweet old housekeeper), and a change of clothes, you plop down on your and ayato's shared bed

☔️ god the past hour's been .. something

🫧 you don't know if you're being dramatic (although you feel guilty .. so maybe not), but you still feel overstimulated after that sensory nightmare

🧋 so you curl up under the covers and try to sleep it off 💤

☔️ and you do !! you get a solid two hours of sleep (my eepy ass could never) before you're woken up by a tired ayato slipping under the blanket with you

🫧 neither of you say anything, but he understands everything by the look on your face

🧋 he knows about how sensitive you are to touch and proximity with other people, and has helped you get through many a sensory overload before

☔️ so you both just lay down in silence, lights dimmed, and you start to feel a little bit better :)

🫧 at the end of the day, you do think you need to work on setting boundaries with other people when it comes to things like physical touch

🧋 but that's all for another day !!

☔️ right now, you're focused on nothing but the shared warmth between you and ayato and the soft sound of your breathing

🫧 all is well now :)

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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theshaderoom Looks like actress Y/N Harlow was spotted traveling with her new mystery guy. Sources say they were full on pda once they landed in Las Vegas.

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hiramaris · 8 months

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Dusk Fragments #1

Summary: A night of drinking, a group of friends, and two people returning to town. What could go wrong? Pairings: Jessy x Gender Neutral MC

Note: Had this on my mind for quite a while. This one-shot follows Dusk til Dawn. The timeline isn't clear here.

“I don’t think drinking and partying is such a good idea right now.” Cleo mused against her drink, the condensation on her glass forming tiny beads. She eyed the swirling liquid thoughtfully, her expression pensive. Despite her verbal disagreement, she downed her margarita in one go, barely wincing at the tangy taste.

Dan scoffed at that, knowing fully well where this conversation was going. “It’s been months. No one died. What better way to celebrate than being wasted?”

Lilly, seated next to Cleo, leaned forward, her gaze serious. “Hannah and Richy are still under court-ordered psychiatric evaluation and treatment,” Lilly emphasizes as if everyone has forgotten that fact. “Y/n and Jake are nowhere to be seen. So, I don't think these counts for a celebration.”

Jessy froze at the mention of your name, her hand pausing in mid-air as she played with her Mimosa.

For months, she had tried not to let your name linger in her mind for longer than necessary. It still hurts to think about you. Despite the fact that Agent Hartmann– Charlotte, Jessy corrected herself, already explained everything, it did nothing to quell the pain she was feeling.

Because why couldn’t you just tell them all those things yourself? Why couldn’t you just come back?

“But did they die?”

“Dan!” Cleo admonishes him.

“What?” He shrugged as he plucked a chilled martini glass from the shelf. “I’m just saying,” he continued as he went back to face them and to prepare Lilly’s drink. “Out of all the possible worst-case scenarios, we managed to get the best one. I’m not saying y’all need to trash out and get wasted, but I don’t think Y/n did all this for us to just sulk in our homes forever. We deserve this after all the hell each of us went through.”

“That’s true,” Phil popped out beside him, placing another Mimosa in front of Jessy despite the redhead's protest. “I never thought I’d get out of that stinky place they called prison after a certain someone” he eyed Dan accusingly, a smug smirk on his face “testified against me. So, drink up! Celebrations are in order!”

“For the love of— I already said sorry!” Dan yells at Phil’s retreating form, his voice drowning from the music reverberating around the Aurora bar.

“Sorry won’t cut it, Pal! You still have 6 months left of voluntary work before you get your wage!” Phil shouted back in a sing-song voice before disappearing into the stockroom.

“He won’t ever live it down, y’know?” Jessy allows herself to smirk at Dan’s guilty face. The man got an earful from her when she learned about what he did. If she were the same person as before, she would have never forgiven him but she’s a changed person now. At least that’s what she likes to think. Dan means well despite his impulsivity.

“I know,” Dan grumbled as he placed Lilly’s cosmopolitan in front of her.

The blonde eagerly sips her drink, humming in satisfaction, her body slightly swaying to the music. “Fuck it, I guess we do deserve to lose out a little.” Lilly perks up when ‘Streets’ begins blasting from the bar's speakers. The lights turned a deep hue of red as if to accentuate the mood of the song. “Oh my god! I love Doja Cat! Come, Cleo. Let’s dance!”

Cleo had no choice but to finish off her drinks before allowing the youngest Donfort to drag her to the nearest dance floor.

“She’s getting drunk,” Thomas commented quietly as he observed them.

“Oh, Lilly? Let her.” Dan leans a bit on the counter. “What about you, Tommy? What can I get for you? You’ve been awfully quiet since you came here.”

“I don’t think it’s such a great idea. Someone needs to be sober around here.”

Dan chuckles at that. “Still a wimp,” he teased. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to drink tonight. Not until Y/n comes back to keep their promise and buy me a drink. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Fine.” Thomas sighed. “After what happened I guess I need a hard drink. Give me some Negroni.”

“Right away, sir.”

Jessy waited for Dan to get away from earshot to get some vermouth from the stock room before addressing Thomas. “Have she talked to you, yet?”

Thomas pursed his lips, his gaze shifting to the swirling liquid in Jessy’s glass. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice tinged with a sense of longing.

“Not since… that day.” He went quiet for a moment before speaking again. “I miss her, a lot.” He admitted. “But I’m trying to understand her. What happened was shitty. I don’t think 6 months of treatment would suffice to get over a trauma.”

“Any news about their development?”

Thomas sighed, his gaze distant as he delved into the subject. “Well… she’s starting to at least connect with her family. Lilly says it’s just about trivial matter and Hannah seems to be avoiding the topic being discussed just yet. About Richy…” he trailed off. “he’s doing okay, I guess. I talked to him a little while ago and he said he was truly sorry about what happened.”

“Do you… forgive him?” Jessy questions tentatively, her gaze fixed on Thomas, searching for his thoughts on the matter.

Thomas swallowed, fists curling into a fist. “I do. He’s my friend.” He met her eyes, his own ones going mist. “It’s just quite difficult to forget what he had done.”

“I know…” Jessy murmured, her tone reflective, finally downing her first mimosa. The contrasting flavors of bitterness, sweetness, and tanginess played against her tongue, much like the conflicting emotions she was feeling. “Richy doesn’t want to talk to us. I tried to… y’know but he pushed me away.”

“He was afraid. He doesn’t trust himself around you girls.”

“Oh,” was all that Jessy could say.

Maybe you and Richy have a lot more in common than she expected.

Like making decisions for everyone instead of asking them directly. She doesn’t get why both of you chose to keep everything to yourselves.

“Y/n,” Thomas suddenly says. “Do you still think of them?”

“Every day,” she found herself whispering. “I don’t think I had ever stopped.”

“Wow, I just went away for a minute or two and everything suddenly got sentimental.” Dan’s voice joined the conversation. He raised an eyebrow at the two as he began to mix Thomas’ drinks.

“It’s nothing!” Jessy tried to laugh, shoving her empty glass towards Dan. “I want another Mimosa. I’ll be back. I just need to go to the bathroom for a sec.”

“Hey! You still have a full glass of Mimosa here!” Dan calls back to her, but Jessy continues to her destination, brushing through sweaty bodies. She really needs to pee.

More importantly…

She also needs to cry.

Damn it. This is what she’s talking about. Just give her a couple of seconds to think of you and then no more than later her eyes turn into a waterwork.

“Jessy?” Well, that’s a voice that sounds familiar.

She whirls on the spot, and she has little time to even out her voice to mask her surprise. “Alica?”

Luckily, she managed to do it.

Because never in those three years, she has expected to see Alica Roth in the arms of her ex-boyfriend, Norman White.

It took all self-control for Jessy not to give any sort of reaction. What she told you was true. She never made an effort to know whom her ex had cheated her with due to fear of actually knowing who that person might be.

And just her luck, it seemed Alica was the person Norman fucked while being in a relationship with her.

“Oh, hi!” She put on a tight-lipped smile at the two. “I didn’t know that you two…” she tried to laugh. “How long?” She just wanted to know if her theory was true.

Norman has the audacity to look so smug about it, pulling the girl closer to him by the hip as if to rub salt in her wounds. Not that there’s any wound to begin with.

“Two years,” he answers with his typical boyish grin that Jessy used to swoon at. Well, not anymore.

And two years? He was still dating Jessy at that time!

This piece of crap really did cheat on her with Alica, and they even have the decency to flaunt it right on her face. Alica is no better; she knew Jessy was in a relationship with him and yet she allowed Norman to pursue her.

“I heard about what happened. I’m really sorry about Hannah and Richy.” Alica mentions, and Jessy doesn’t know if the girl is even genuine about it. “It must have been stressful for you guys.”

“It was.”

Norman straightened out, his arms falling from his side. “Well, you certainly didn’t look stressed at all,” he eyes her up and down unabashedly. “I mean don’t get me wrong. I know you are but what I was trying to say was you look as dashing as ever.” He finished his babbling with a grin.

Alica raised an eyebrow at his comment before turning her attention back to Jessy with the most faux smile she had ever seen in her life.

“He’s such a sweet guy, right? Always thoughtful with girls even if he already has a girlfriend.”

If she wasn’t sure before, Jessy is sure as hell that’s definitely sarcastic now.

“Oh, I know.” Jessy’s smile was just as fake.

“Of course,” as oblivious as ever, Norman beamed. “I even chatted that Y/n when Lilly posted about that video. Because y’know, I don’t like it when women get hurt.”

Jessy furrows her brows at that. What’s that even supposed to mean?

And wait, what?! He had chat Y/n which means he was one of the locals who harassed Y/n!

“Hey, y’all. I heard my name so would you mind if join in?”

****

“Do you think this is a good idea, Y/n?”

You turned to Jake, a smug smirk dancing across your lips. “Well, considering the last mission you need to do in order to grant your defection to the Agency has gone very well, I don’t see the problem in going back here. Plus,” your grin widens. “You have to be here. I don’t want Lilly to kill me so you have to protect me against her wrath.”

Jake chuckles at that. “You just took down twelve men just a couple of hours ago, and you mean to tell me you are afraid of Lilly?”

“It’s different,” you retorted, parking the car in the designated place Phil had made for you. You closed the door shut. Jake follows you after. From here you can already hear the music blasting inside. And judging from the disco lights you’re seeing peeking from the gates; you knew this is going to be one hell of a night.

“How do I look?” you turned to Jake as you tried to brush off imaginary specks of dust from your shirt. Not that it would make any difference. The glaring bruise on your cheek and a cut to the lip wouldn’t go unnoticed anyway.

“Like you just went on a mission.”

“I’m going to tell Aerith to dump your ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him. You couldn’t see his whole face because of his mask but you didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes at you. “Hey, I saw that!”

Jake just shook his head and pushed you inside– forcefully.

“Just go inside and go restore your love life.”

The stench of alcohol and sweat greeted your nostrils and you didn’t bother to hide the look of pure disgust on your face, The lights were off inside but the illumination coming from the disco lights created a swirling pattern of abstract forms that gracefully blended with– is that ‘streets’?!

And is that Lilly dancing with Cleo?! If you can even call that dancing.

You snorted at the sight. The blonde’s probably drunk but Cleo looks sober enough which made this whole thing funnier. The poor girl was so embarrassed with her friend.

“I didn’t know Lilly was a fan of Doja Cat.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea.

You could have sworn you saw Jake’s eye twitch at the sight of his sister dancing in the middle of the dance floor with men trying to dance with her only to be pushed away by Cleo.

Not long after, Jake pushed his way through the crowd and towards his sister. You can only wish the men around Lilly good luck because a pissed Jake is someone you wouldn’t want on your plate– ever.

Shaking your head, you made your way towards the bar without any announcement when your eyes spotted those familiar beards from miles away and Thomas’ signature beanie.

“What’s cooking, good looking?”

“Y/n?!” Thomas almost spat his drink on a very unsuspecting Dan.

You thought that was the funniest thing you have ever seen but looking at Dan, it was your turn to choke on your own spit. The man looked like he saw a ghost with the way his eyes widened.

“Thanks for accepting my invitation, Y/n.” Phil wraps his arm around you. Taking you away from the bar, much to Dan’s dismay.

“Hey! I was talking to Y/n!”

Phil only gave him the finger, laughing. “Sorry, pal but we got customers.”

Dan could only grumble in annoyance as a group of rowdy teenagers came stumbling on the bar, leaving his hands full at the moment.

“You looked like you just came from a fight,” he commented as he guided you towards a corner. The music in this spot had mellowed, allowing both of you to talk in a normal voice. “I assume you won as always.”

“Won’t you know it?” You grinned. “I suppose free drinks are in order tonight?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “Is that any way to talk to your brother-in-law?”

Your smile falters a bit. It’s been 6 months of radio silence. The last time you talked to her was when you left. You barely said goodbye. You barely gave any reassurance.

How could you though? How can you look at someone you love so much and tell yourself it’s time to go?

Would she still want you after all this time? Would she even want to talk to you?

“Is she mad at me?” You questioned quietly. The million-dollar question.

Phil noticed your apprehension, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Do you think I’ll invite you here if she hates you?”

“I mean if the invitation is out of spite, it is possible.”

He laughed. “You might want to get your head checked out, L/n. Unless you have a major concussion then you’re probably crazy to even be convinced that the kindest person in Duskwood hates your guts. Of course, she loves you shitless.” He took both of your shoulders, shaking you as if to take away those thoughts. “Listen, I didn’t just invited you here just to show gratitude for bailing me out. This is also me paying my sister back for all the shitty things I’ve done to her.”

His gaze suddenly flickered behind you, his grin coming back.

“Make my little sister happy, okay?” Without warning he pushed you forward. But not without whispering. “That’s her ex, Norman. Punch him in the face for me. Tata!”

You felt the world seemed to freeze before you when you finally saw her.

Ever since you came here you pretend to look around. You wanted to convince yourself that you’re just familiarizing yourself with your surroundings but the truth is…

I’m actually looking for you.

You can feel your chest starting to ache again. A frequent occurrence whenever you think of her. But seeing her again after all this time gives you a different kind of pain.

You find yourself walking towards her. Somehow, you’re thankful she has her back on you because it gave you a bit of time to prep yourself to face the redhead.

“He’s such a sweet guy, right? Always thoughtful with girls even if he already has a girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows raised when you finally got an earshot to the conversation Jessy was having with these people.

“Oh, I know.” Even with her back on you, you can notice Jessy was visibly tense. You frowned. Clearly, she’s uncomfortable. Just who the hell are these people?

“Of course,” the guy with a face you didn’t like boasted. So, this is the ex, huh? “I even chatted that Y/n when Lilly posted about that video. Because y’know, I don’t like it when women get hurt.”

“Hey, y’all. I heard my name so would you mind if join in?” That was the time you decided to swoop in.

You casually grab Jessy by the waist, far away from her so-called ex who doesn't seem to know how to read the room.

Telling by the lack of flinch, you know Jessy already knows it was you. If she was surprised at your sudden appearance after months of radio silence, she didn’t show it.

You put yourself between them. All the while, Norman looks a bit startled at your sudden presence. He was taken aback. He slowly backed away when he noticed your piercing gaze focused on him.

“It would be kind of rude to talk behind my back, right?” You went on. Flashing them a charming smile. You turn to Jessy, kissing her cheek. “Anyway, Dan sent me to tell you your Mimosa is good to go, babe.”

She kissed your cheek back, right across your bruise as if to tell you it didn’t go unnoticed by her. “Of course, love. Thank you!”

You fight a flush beginning to emerge on your cheeks at the endearment. But you find yourself not even trying to as the next words uttered by the woman in front of you were enough for you to grimace.

“Oh, my. I wasn’t informed you have such a hot company there, Jessy.” You could have sworn the woman batted her eyelashes at you unabashedly, making the ‘ex’ bristle next to her.

Jessy feigns a smile as she rests her head against your chest, “this is Norman and this is his girlfriend, Alica. Guys, this is my partner, Y/n.”

Norman held out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, Normy.” You smiled, ignoring the wince on his face as you might have gripped his hand a little too hard.

“It’s a-actually Norman, not Normy.” He corrected with a strained smile.

“You’re the same Normy who harassed me on the phone right?” You raised an eyebrow, your gaze challenging.

“N-no. I…” he stuttered pathetically, making you grin wider.

“Call me Ali, dear.” Alica made a move to kiss your cheek and was about to do another one, but Jessy pulled you back to her, eyes openly glaring now. The blonde didn’t seem to care as she commented, “you smell good, and that bruise looks hot.”

You were quick to wipe off the kiss from your cheeks, not even bothering to hide it from Alica. You’re not entirely sure what was Jessy’s history with her aside from Normy here. But what you’re sure of is your girlfriend has a massive jealous streak.

You have come to know that for the first week you have known her. And if blonde here has known Jessy far more than you have, then she better know that the redhead is ready to bury her alive right now.

“What the fuck is that, Ali?” Norman was the first to react, glaring at you and his girlfriend.

“Chill out, hon. I was just–“

“We’re leaving.” Jessy cuts off curtly, pulling you away from the scene. She stopped in what you assumed to be a hallway to the comfort room. Pulling out a handkerchief and a bottle of alcohol, she began to dab the piece of cloth to your cheeks. “I’m going to kill her.”

You laughed quietly, “I bet you do.”

She furrowed her eyebrow but remained quiet as she finished the job. She even sprayed her perfume on your shirt as if to wipe any trace of the blonde in you. Or she’s probably marking you. Or both. In any case, you didn’t mind.

Your heart pounded as you raised your hands to cup her cheeks. Your thumb begins to stroke her cheek in a delicate manner, and your eyes wander around her face. You are now faced with the woman you have badly missed to the point it physically gives you pain just by thinking about it. You took your time to admire her face, now up close for the first time in how many months of not seeing it.

She looked a bit thinner. Up close, you can see the effects of the situation that fell upon her— the bags under her eyes due to spending sleepless nights and the worry lines starting to form on her forehead. But in your eyes, you have never seen such beauty. She still looked beautiful, nonetheless. She was still your Jessy.

“Sorry,” you murmured. You didn’t emphasize what for. Do you even need to?

Sorry for leaving. Sorry for keeping you in the dark. Sorry for hurting you.

But none of those came close to what left your lips.

“Sorry, I let her kiss me. I shouldn’t have–”

The laugh that escaped her lips was soft and rich. Her breath tingled against your cheeks as she leaned her forehead against yours, her arms secured around your neck. You knew then that she knows what you were apologizing for and it’s sure as hell not about letting Alica kiss you.

“Apparently, that woman just really likes stealing people I love. I suppose you’re not an exemption.”

“Hmm, so she was the girl.” It wasn’t a question, but rather a realization.

“Uhuh.” Jessy is a lot closer now, lips barely an inch that if you leaned a little closer you would be kissing her. Her fingers played with the baby hairs at the back of your neck making your breath hitched. And judging by the little smirk on her lips, you knew damn well she knows her effect on you. “I’m still mad at you.” She whispers and you note the faint smell of alcohol on her breath.

“I know.” You whispered just as quietly. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How so?” A dashing smirk spreads across her features, and for a moment, your eyes drift mindlessly toward her unsuspecting lips, loving the way they curl up in a low grin. At this point, the resistance to kiss her lips would probably be a battle already lost.

So you did.

You pecked her cheeks first, another one on the corner of her mouth, and then the other one for good measure. Peppering her kisses nonstop if you could. She can only laugh softly at your antics, loving the attention you give her.

And because your always motto is "to save the best for last" you took your precious time laying a long, slow kiss full on her lips. Her hands were eager to mess with your hair, deepening the kiss. You can feel the heat rising on your skin, her touches leaving trails of fire.

Not satisfied with the proximity, you pulled her closer. You even made your way to flip your positions, now pinning the redhead against the wall and a solid chest.

Her grip on your shirt tightens in such a way that she wants to pull it off you. At the back of your mind, you were aware that someone could walk in on you two almost eating each other's faces but you're usually clumsy brain was now foggier than you could remember as you were so busy latching your mouth against her neck and feeling Jessy tilting them to the side to give you better access. Her scent, warmth, and kisses consume you ent—

“Y/n?” You and Jessy froze. That was Phil’s voice!

The urgency in his voice was enough to cleanse your hazy mind, and without the overwhelming thoughts about your girlfriend which you may not guarantee wouldn't go past what is deemed to be inexplicit, you can now hear his voice clearer against the blasting music.

You only got a few seconds to detach yourself from a disappointed and irritated Jessy and fix your hair which she seems to love to mess with.

Despite the initial annoyance, the redhead still managed to have the audacity to flash you an amusing grin as she couldn't take her eyes off your already swollen lips, seemingly satisfied with her creation. And it's not like she's any better.

Sure, her hair's fine, but her lips are a bit bruised, too and there are patches of redness forming on the side of her neck courtesy of your mouth.

When Phil finally arrived inside the room, you managed to act like you were fixing your hair whilst Jessy was trying to fix her lipstick. From his point of view, it looks like you two were having the usual conversation and not shoving each other’s tongues down your throats five seconds ago.

"Did I interrupt something?" He questioned smugly, wanting to tease you but you weren't having any of it. You were too flustered to even function properly now.

"No," was Jessy’s quick reply, not trusting you to answer. She barely managed to hide her smile behind her own mirror.

Phil looks like he doesn’t believe that obvious lie and was excited to turn to you. "Man, you should have seen the pussy-ass bitch Normy and his girlfriend arguing at the parking lot. He was like ‘why the fuck did you kissed a random stranger?’ and Alica was like ‘Is it my fault Y/n is hot?’ and then he was like–" He wasn't able to continue his story as Jessy’s glare was so sharp, that it can dissect a living creature.

Her eyebrows were raised to the fullest and her gaze was unwavering, challenging her own brother to continue his story to the extent that she wouldn’t like where it would head.

If your blood earlier had rushed towards your cheeks, it now had drained the color on your face and you're practically choking on your own spit for the second time this night.

"– and I just want to say your drinks are ready. That's all." He finishes lamely.

You knew that's not what he was trying to say, but to save his life and maybe yours from the redhead’s wrath, he knew better than to continue his story.

"Oh, and Y/n?" You perked up from your sudden faux interest to the flickering sign of the comfort room down the hallway. Phil’s smirk returned full blast. "You got a little something here,” he motioned his fingers to his lips. “See you!"

Your hand flew faster than when Phil bolted out to grab Jessy’s mirror.

And to your horror, a thin line of smeared lipstick was visible at your bottom lip. It wasn’t noticeable enough to catch someone’s attention, but it is sure as hell noticeable enough for the likes of Phil. And he wouldn’t need to put two and two together to even know what you were doing earlier with his sister.

Jessy’s laughter came rumbling across your chest as she pulled you closer again.

And boy, you were right.

Tonight’s going to be a long night.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jessy #duskwood jessy x mc #jessy x mc #mc x jessy #jessy hawkins #duskwood richy #duskwood dan #duskwood jake #duskwood lilly #duskwood cleo #duskwood hannah #duskwood fanfiction #no beta we die like amy

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Tangerines and deers- part 5

“Im gonna go get something.” You said, looking in Ladybugs direction.

“Do you really think that’s necessary, deer?” He asked

“I think it is. It’s what I’m best at.” You said.

“Okay, what are you guys talking about?” Tangerine said confused.

“She has a katana. She always brings it with her.” He rolled his eyes.

“That’s.. new.”

He’s never seen anyone actually fight with one.

“And if I’m dying, I’m dying with it.” You said.

“Where is it exactly? The katana?” Tangerine asked.

“Oh, I hid it. It’s stowed away safe, why?”

“Cause Lemons looking for you both.”

“Oh, got it. Well, I’m going anyways. I’ll be quick!” You said, and ran away.

Ladybug sighed and shook his head and turned back to Tangerine.

“You know what’s waiting for us in Kyoto.”

“Mm-hm.”

“We should just get off this train. Now.”

“If you think I’m stepping off this train without lemon or the case, you must be mistaken.”

“The case is in the first- class lounge. It’s behind the bar it in a trash can. It’s yours. Uh, me I’m calling deer and we’re getting off. I’m gonna go find a temple and reevaluate my choices or something.” He pulled his phone out and began to walk. But tangerine went in front of him.

“Ooh, that sounds very lovely, but here’s the deal, I still need a fall guy. Or- girl.”

“Shit.”

You came back, panting and sitting down.

“You need a fall guy.”

“Wait what?” You said, snapping your head up.

“Yeah.”

“No, I understand. I get it.”

“It’s a bit of a conundrum, cause I’m thinking, do I hand you both back in one piece or do I chop you guys up into little pieces and stuff you inside a fucking momomon doll. That’s what’s going through my head right now.”

“That’s not fair. What about the date?” You sighed.

“Oh my god. Is that seriously all you gathered from that?”

“Yeah. It definitely was.” Ladybug answered for you.

“I have an idea. Instead of giving my amazing friend and partner here to the white death, we can use the hornet as our fall guy.”

“Friend? Hey, you finally learned something from me!” Ladybug smiled.

“That’s if we can find him, which is pretty much impossible in this goddamn train!” Tangerine said, raising his voice and clearing his throat.

“You know, before us now is just a wall, but it’s an illusion, man, it’s a construct. You know, cause within that wall sits a window. A window of opportunity.”

“I think that you meant to say door. You always say door.” You said.

“Within that wall is a door.” He corrected himself.

“I’m finding it very hard to follow this story.”

“He says it all the time.” You chime in.

“My point is, that door is closing.” He kicked tangerine and he went outside.

You sighed and stood up, ladybug laughed at him.

Tangerine got up as soon as the train started moving, and he ran. Then he hopped onto the back of the train.

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“Now the only question is, which one is the diesel, which one is the duck?” Lemon said as he pointed a gun at the two.

“The duck?” The girl asked.

“It’s a kids show. Thomas the train engine.” The man said.

“Close. Thomas the tank engine.” He corrected.

“Please mister. This man, he kidnapped me, and he said that he’s going to hold me for ransom.” She started crying.

“I’m sorry. I get captivated by white girl tears. Bravo. Common sense tells me that this old, shaky geezer here is the one in charge, but I’m really good at reading people, and something tells me that you are just not fucking right.”

He clicked his tongue and thought. “So.. let’s see here. I mean, I can’t shoot you both. Then I get no answers. You know what? How about this? I’m sure you’ll love this. We’re gonna play a little game. I you wanna play a game put both your hands up.”

Both of their hands were still up.

“You’re gonna close your eyes, and I’m gonna count to three. Whichever one is In charge, raise your hand, whichever one isn’t, you point at the one who is. Now if you both raise your hands or you both point at each other, I know you’re both liars and the truth ain’t in ya. And then I’ll fucking shoot you both. Ready?”

“You said you couldn’t kill us both, you’d get no answers.”

“I did say that. Didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Sometimes you gotta shoot first and come up with answers later.”

“One.”

Kimura thought back, and remembered that she had said if she didn’t answer the phone to kill his son.

“Two.”

He thought, he would do anything for Wataru.

“Three.”

He had his hand up, and the girl pointed a finger at him. He didn’t realize he had been shot, he looked down at his hand and the blood and collapsed onto the ground.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked as he saw a snake and was carried away by the two.

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Tangerine struggled to stay on, but he practically hugged the glass.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Lemon and the girl had dragged him into the bathroom. He set him on the floor.

“Sorry, mate. Not your lucky day.”

He took another sip of water as the girl kept speaking, he silently hoped she would shut up.

“I have a wire in my bag, and I think that we could use it and lock the door from the outside.” She said While going through her bag.

But, as she set her bag down she must’ve forgotten to close again. Because Lemon now saw a gun in her bag. He reached into it and took it.

“It was so scary.” She said, as she tied the wire. “He said that if I didn’t do what he said, or if I yelled or anything, that he would do awful, awful things to me.”

“Then why didn’t you use this, then?” He showed her the gun.

“N-“ she struggled to find an excuse.

“Yeah, he kidnapped you and uh, gave you his gun to hold, right?”

“No, no, no. Um-“ she stood up and tried to think of something.

“Easy.” He pointed the gun at her.

“Please. I don’t know how to use a gun. I don’t know. Please.” She put her hands up.

“Fuck me. You are fucking good- you are really good. You sure you didn’t study? You’re not even afraid and your lips quivering.”

A tear came out.

“That’s a tear. That is really authentic, mate. You’re the diesel. I gotta kill ya.” He laughed.

“Please, I’m just a kid. Please.”

“How do you do that?! It’s really unbelievable!” He said as she begged.

He sighed “You are-“ He felt dizzy. He stuttered and breathed heavily.

“I got, uh… it’s fucking— you stay right there. Did you—? What the fuck is happening?” He walked back slightly “Everyone loves lemons.” Is the last thing he said, before he fell back and hit the floor.

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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creator-yimynany · 26 days

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Felix Agreste is not Felix Fathom, Bridgette Dupain Cheng is not Marinette Dupain Cheng of the present canon.

Those who think Marinette and Bridgette are the same can skip me. I'm just stating some facts. I'm not going to argue with you or let you accept my ideas.

As long as you keep your head, I won't quarrel with you face to face.

As much as I hate Thomas, I agree with him that "Marinette of the old canon will like Felix of the old canon, and Marinette of the current canon will never like Felix of the current canon." That was the only thing he had me agree with.

As long as you keep your head, I won't quarrel with you face to face.

Feligette (pv Felinette) is not the same thing as 3d Felinette, nor is it the same thing as pv felix x 3d marinette.

At least that's how I understand it. They all have their own unique souls.

By the way, don't use pv feligette as a reference for 3d felinette, the personality is not the same, and the feeling created is completely different from 3d felinette. I don't object to what you like CP, I just think it needs to be reasonable, thank you.

At least I think so, and in felix agreste's tag I see a lot of 3d related, not 2d talk, but also talk about the present creation.

I only like feligette and only support feligette in these three situations, I can also be a bit aggressive, and I find it funny to see some people like to mix up concepts and even trashing characters. It is not unreasonable to criticize the character, but it is important not to distort any facts in the first place, and to remain sane.

Finally, I apologize for using tag.

#miraculous ladybug 2d project #feligette #felix agreste #miraculous pv #ladybug pv #felinette #felix fathom

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keqism · 2 years

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bento box

⚘ pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

⚘ genre: fluff + college!au

⚘ warnings: swearing, mentions of gagging?

⚘ summary: scaramouche's love language is cooking for you. the catch? he's kind of bad at it

⚘ a semi-continuation of this

since the first day of college, scaramouche packed your lunch every day.

the first time he tasted the school's dining hall food, he spat it back out into a napkin and swore to never let the two of you touch “dining hall trash” again.

the good thing about this deal? you woke up every morning to a neatly packaged bento box and a snarky message on a sticky note written by your stubborn, doting best friend.

you had one small complaint though: scaramouche couldn't cook.

your egg rolls always seemed to be more shell than egg, and your onigiri would crumble in your hands and onto your lap, staining your clothes. scara also had a habit of leaving meat undercooked, forcing you to sheepishly throw the raw pieces out. one time, the omelette rice he had packed you tasted so bad you had to drown the entire thing in ketchup to counter the rancid taste.

despite all the mishaps, you didn't have the heart to tell him that your lunches were almost inedible. he seemed to enjoy making them, quietly humming to the music playing through his headphones each morning while burning something on the stove.

however, it seemed like today might be the day to break the news to him. scara had offered (more like demanded) to cook dinner tonight to celebrate the end of exam season. there was no way you would make it through dinner without choking, so you had desperately tried to intervene in his cooking. loudly refusing your help, he had pushed you out of the kitchen and locked you in your room.

you impatiently knocked on your bedroom door twice, calling out to the menace in the kitchen. "scara? can i come out now?"

"give me two fucking minutes," he snarled. you winced at the cacophony of clattering pots accompanied by a string of colorful language falling from his mouth. flopping back onto your bed, you stared at the bumps on your ceiling and prayed that you would get through this dinner.

“hey,” scara’s muffled voice came through the door. “it’s ready now.” he opened the door to reveal his disheveled hair, the usually smooth locks tangled and sweaty. he held a hand out to you and you took it, sending him an anxious smile.

he led you down the hallway to the dining area where dishes were laid out on the table. mixed yakisoba, miso soup, sakura tempura—the food appeared to be fine, but you knew better. scara’s cooking was deceiving; it never looked bad, but the taste left much to be desired.

you nervously picked up your chopsticks, scooping yourself a small portion of yakisoba onto your plate. glancing up at scara, you found him intensely staring at you. he raised an eyebrow before gesturing to your plate. “go on.”

you took a deep breath before lifting the noodles to your mouth. much to your surprise, it was actually delicious, the savory flavor perfectly balanced with the spices.

your eyes widened in shock as you chewed. “scara this is really good! what the hell?”

scara awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of scarlet.

“consider it an apology for the stuff i fucked up before,” he mumbled, shyly avoiding your gaze. “i caught you gagging while eating your lunch once. why didn’t you say anything?”

you aimed a kick at his leg from under the table before swallowing your food. “i didn’t want to hurt your feelings, dummy! besides, i was just... building my immune system.” that was definitely the wrong thing to say, and you winced as scara glowered at you.

“what i’m trying to say is that i appreciated you cooking for me, scara. and it was fun seeing mr. oh-so-perfect scaramouche attempt at cooking.” you grinned as his frown deepened. “anyways, have you been practicing? the yakisoba is really good.”

scara flushed, the red of his cheeks contrasting his violet hair. “i asked the thoma dude from our seminar to teach me,” he muttered, "and practiced when you were studying at the library."

his eyes wandered towards you happily shoveling his cooking into your mouth. the ever so familiar feeling bloomed in his chest, thawing his ice-cold heart. a small smile crept onto his usually stoic face.

"i'm glad you like it," he whispered.

a/n: something about scara makes him so easy to write. also heavily inspired by this and those aesthetic bento box videos on youtube!

#genshin impact fluff #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fics #꒰ა a memory of forever ໒꒱

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space-dreams-world · 2 years

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More AU I may write: (Most of these AU, Danny is op as shit.)

1- Soul bound au: Since Gotham is cursed, Thomas and Martha Wayne were superstitious and worried of an untimely demise. One day they pass by a fortune teller she predicts their son's death when their son turns a certain age. To prevent they bind/marriage contract his soul to a ghost that will protect their son.

Turns out the ghost is Danny and they forget about this interaction. Then instead of Bruce dying, his parents die instead. Then every time he has a close encounter with death he meets his groom to be.

This worries him as he tries to get out of the contract, but Danny won't let him go as if he does Bruce might as well be dead. They act like bitter exes who sometimes still fuck or both are pinning for each other, but decide to keep their distance. Danny does let him have his real relationships as he knows once he is dead, he will be his permanently. Danny then moves to Gotham to sort of help it better and easier for his partner, lessening the load on him and keeping him safer.

2- Immortal time traveler au. Sort of: Danny sort of did missions for Clockwork, learned a bunch of different skills and jobs. Danny moves to Gotham after his time with his Dad, he opens up a bakery/library/coffee house near the low- income part of Gotham, they offer shelter, food, spare supplies and warm place to sleep to the homeless youth of Gotham. One night, when Danny goes take out the trash, he notices that Batman has fallen down next to his place, possibly unconscious. Danny brings Batman in, making sure to keep his mask on while taking note of his injuries. Danny gets in contact with Alfred from the cowl and Alfred arrives to pick Batman in the Batmobile. The next day, Bruce comes to the shop to thank him and to assure that Danny will keep his secret.

This place becomes a safe house/ space for when Batman gets hurt, when the first Robin gets lost or hurt and gives advice to those who needs it. Danny meets a struggling Jason Todd before he gets taken by the bat. He then later recognizes the new robin. Cut to a few years later, after jason revival they meet up again and maybe start a relationship.

3- Ghost Detective au: Basically danny travels the world and finds unmarked graves, and solves their crimes.

4- Dancer-Bouncer au: Danny and Desiree are stuck together and on the run after fleeing from Danny's parents and the GIW. They run into a portal, that takes them to a new universe. Desiree has a human looking form as well as some limit on her wish granting. Danny has regressed to a younger child while he still has his powers.

(Danny is more friendlier with his enemies in this au. In fact Danny has wished for Desiree to find happiness in the afterlife, which has sort of released her from her curse.)

So Danny and Desiree decide they are going to stick together in this new world as mother and son. They befriend a stripper and she gets Desiree a job as a stripper.

(You can decide what city they moved to, but I prefer Gotham.)

Danny stays in the dressing room when she works. One day day Desiree and her co workers gets harassed by one of the patrons and Danny goes to defend her, scaring the crap out of them and leaving because their boss was a scumbag. This leads Danny and Desiree to quit their employment and decide to run their own club, with better treated staff, hourly pay, respect and security. Some of Desiree old co-workers hear about this and decide to work for them. As Danny gets older and prettier, he helps out more by working as a part-time dancer/singer on girls night and bouncer on some nights. Some time Danny even goes out patrol to help the lesser folks, even some restless spirits. This is how the other vigilantes meet Danny as he was tied up with them trying to help out a family looking for their lost child. Any Batkid x Danny.

5- Total Invasion au: Brainiac invades earth but it a multiple invasion scenario where he attacks different places at once. So the heroes get captured and are placed in these bubble force fields impervious any attack from inside it. Batman, Wonder woman and some other heroes are trapped in different bubbles with no help to get out, until one recent Brainiac bots, that recently came in starts to malfunction. The bot goes offline as someone appear behind them. It's human Danny as he was brought on the ship due to his energy signature. Danny goes up to them and they realize something weird about him, he looks blind.

(Danny parent's invention blew up in his face maybe permanently blinding him. Instead Danny can see true souls. (I.e. if he saw batman's soul, he would Bruce Wayne's trauma and connect to his bat persona so to speak.)

This causes Jazz to call the CPS on her parents blaming them for child neglect, abandonment, abuse, labor etc... Jazz get her and Danny emancipated putting their house on lockdown and removing some inventions and dismantling the Portal. Their parents get sentences to jail and while Vlad tries to get custody of Danny, they frame it in way that puts Vlad in a bad spot and get a restraining order on him.

Danny and Vlad both suffer accident at the hands of the Drs. Fenton, but Danny is still a child and has better protection than Vlad has. During this time, the GIW tries to get the rights to Fenton works but fail, even try a Breaking and Entering and get caught. Danny, Jazz, Ellie and his friends rebrand Fenton works in to maybe Nightingale industries, rebranding some of their parents ghost tech into actual non-ghost tech and make profit on it. (Danny and Company still make some ghost tech but only to help other ghosts or to contain them.)

Danny asks them how can help them, but they doubt he could help them. Then to their shock and surprise, Danny releases ghostly wail short circuiting their bubble as it cannot deal with supernatural sounds and releasing them from their captures. They go and stop Brainiac, not before Danny mentions to them how he has to get back to his company, telling them the name. So when Bruce Wayne goes to meet with Danny knows who he is talking to.

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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Thomas Barrow x sister!reader - the game plan

I was thinking it would involve a teen reader who works at Downton as a house maid (maybe also Thomas’s younger sister) and is very close with the majority of the staff. I thought it would be funny if teen reader discovers a litter of kittens (or just the one) and snuck them into her room. She had been looking after them and one days returns to her room to discover that they have escaped from the little house she had fashioned from old boxes and cloth, and had climbed the curtains, others where hanging off of the duvet and perhaps another worked its way into a draw or on top of the wardrobe. I thought it would be funny if teen reader enlists the help of Thomas and maybe Anna to restore her room to its proper state before mrs Hughes notices. Maybe they get caught and Thomas, Anna and reader try to act as if nothing was happening though had the kittens hiding behind their backs. It end with them wondering what they are going to do to with them but reader doesn’t want to just let them go, however knows that Mr Carson certainly won’t let reader keep the Kittens - Anon💜

You could bare to seen any living creature in pain, wherever there is help to be needed that’s where you were.

You were incredibly smart and knew all there was to know about medicine and helping people get better, it’s why for the servants you were the go too person before a doctor.

But this need to help everything went beyond people.

You couldn’t stand the thought of animals being in pain either, or plants dying which was why you had flowers hidden around the house, and why there was four kittens hidden in your room.

Every evening you rushed back to your room to make sure they were okay, and you did the same thing this evening.

Except instead of being asleep in their little box, they decided to rifle around and explore, and the room was a mess.

“Oh no darlings!” You whisper yelled.

Rushing in, you began rounding them up, putting them into the basket instead so they couldn’t break free.

But your room was trashed and there was no way you could clean it on your own.

Making sure the kittens were safely hidden, you rushed out of your room and across the hall, knocking on the door a few times.

“Anna!” You whispered.

When there was no response you rushed as fast as you could down the stairs into the servants hall.

“Thomas can you come to my room?”

“What for?”

“Please?”

Thomas looked up from his paper but sighed, setting it down and standing up, gesturing for you to lead the way.

You all but ran into Anna as you did.

“Perfect! Come to my room!”

You took her hand and rushed uk the stairs into your room, ushering them both inside before closing the door.

“Why do you need me if you have her?” Thomas grumbled.

“Because you’re my brother and you’re supposed to help me.”

“Help you with what exactly?” Anna asked.

You gestured to the state of your room.

“It looks like a bull ran through, what on Earth happened?” Anna asked.

“(Y/N) never was the cleanest of people.” Thomas mused.

You glared at him, and gestured to the basket.

“They did it.”

Both Anna and Thomas shared a look before slowly walking closer. Staring into the basket where the small kittens had fallen asleep after their adventure.

“How did you get them in here? Where did you get them?” Thomas hissed.

“I found them outside I was not going to leave them to there Thomas! Just help me!” You hissed back.

You heard knocking on a door down the hall and shot the two a panicked look.

“Quickly now!” Anna rushed.

The three of you worked quickly to get the room back to the tidy state it was before, making sure everything was back into its place.

You covered the basked with a blanket and grabbed Thomas’ hand, moving him in front of it as a knock resounded on your door.

“Come in!” You called.

The door was opened, and Mrs Hughes stood there looking between the three of you.

“Mr Barrow you know you shouldn’t be in this hallway.”

“I am aware Mrs Hughes, however my sister asked for my assistance.”

“And Anna?”

“I heard (Y/N) talking, I was wondering whom she may have been talking with.”

Mrs Hughes hummed, nodding her head as she looked around the room.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a spare change of clothes for Daisy would you? She has ruined her current ones, and her spares are in the wash.”

“Perhaps she shouldn’t be so clumsy then.” Thomas said.

“Thomas!” You snapped.

Walking to your wardrobe you opened it, pulling out some fresh clothes and handed them to Mrs Hughes.

“I do, she can keep this I have no need for them.”

“You are dear, thank you so much.”

You beamed and waited for her to leave before letting out a deep sigh.

“So, what will you do with the kittens?” Anna asked you.

Walking over, you removed the blankets and the three of you stared at them.

“Well, keep them for now, I don’t really know what else to do with them.”

“You know Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson will never approve of that (Y/N), you must let them go now.” Thomas said.

“No, I can keep them for a short while.”

“They are going to get more adventurous, Mr Barrow is right, you must rehome them.”

“Please help me look after them.”

You turned to look at them both.

“We are busy enough.” Thomas said.

You turned to Anna who sighed a little.

“I will admit they are rather adorable, maybe we can keep them for a little while, I’m sure Mr Bates will agree.”

You beamed at her.

“Thomas?”

“No.”

You turned to him, giving him a grin.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Thomas please!”

Anna stood next to you smiling at him.

“Come now Mr Barrow, do you really want to upset your sister?”

“If it means I don’t need to take in my work than necessary than yes.”

“Thomas!” You whined.

He crossed his arms as he looked at you.

You gave him a pleasing look, and finally he sighed.

“Fine.” He snapped.

“Thank you!”

Hugging him, you all quickly jumped into creating a game plan to trying to get away with keeping kittens hidden away from everybody

#Downton abbey #Downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #Downton Abby imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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HoneyBear

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet + Sad

Concept Helping

Warnings Depression and self-harm

I was admittedly a little nervous. But I had to do it. I'd been away filming in Australia for about nine months without a break to come home it was amazing as working always is especially doing something this big and honestly this good. Even if I had definitely had a few big waves of homesickness the sort I never had before after all my years in this job.

I guess that was because of y/n.

I'd always had girlfriends of course and a lot of the time they were always who I missed the most. But y/n's different.

We'd been friends for years and eventually after a lot of pushing and nervous dates we became a couple. And I've never been happier, she was everything I wanted and everything I needed. Honestly I wanted to marry her but we haven't even been dating for a year. I imagine everyone would go a little mad if I tried to marry her now.

But I was worried. She's been dealing with alot and I know she hasn't been doing well, she wasn't that great before I left and I made a point to make sure even though I was literally the other side of the planet I wanted to make sure I called, texted her, left her messages and sent her home presents trying to make sure she didn't feel abandoned while I was gone.

Of course now I'm home I wanted nothing else in the world then to see her. Even if Jack had warned me when he picked me up she that she hadn't been good. Apparently there was some issues with her boss and she went down a bit of a depressive spiral while I was gone. It did unfortunately happen to her alot but usually I'd be here to help her or atleast talk her down on the phone if I was away. I felt awful for abandoning her while I was gone but I had cleared my calendar now I'm back so I could see her and hopefully take care of her as best I could.

I didn't know just how bad she would be. I didn't wanna ask and I doubt jack really knew anyway, I know about her boss and about the situation so I wasn't imagining it being good.

I arrived at her little London apartment on the first floor of what was once a basic three floor London town house since it was split by her landline into three one floor apartments. She has the ground floor meaning she also has a small back garden. I went up to her little purple door giving it a firm rhythmic knock holding the strap of my leather bag as I waited on her doorstep. No answer, that's strange? So I knocked again this time a little louder. Perhaps she was in the garden and couldn't hear me, or maybe stood beside her impossibly loud kettle. But still no answer. So I grabbed my phone and called her after about four rings. She answered, sounding quiet and snuffy like she'd been crying "hello?"

"Hey honey I'm outside"

"Ohh I'm coming" she says hanging up the phone I waited a minute more and she pulled open the door, she stood on her door mat in her little bear claw slippers, long blue gingham pj pants that I'm convinced I once owned but clearly not anymore, her extra large pokemon hoodie with snorlax on the front, her hair up in a messy matted bun with one of her usual spotted fabric ties to hold it up. No make up her face red, dirty and a little spotty. But I didn't care I was so happy to see her

"Hi honeybear" I smiled giving her a tight squeeze and a kiss "I've missed you"

"I missed you too Thomas" she says even if she didn't cuddle me back

"Can I come in?" I asked given we had been on her doorstep for a good minute or two now

"Uhhhhh… well I guess" she sighed letting me in shutting the door behind me as I headed into her little apartment.

I did my best not to react. In anyway. As I know that would make her feel worse. The kitchen was full of dishes and cups and bags of trash by the back door. The floor was dirty and dusty with clothes and bags littered across it. A dominos pizza box with God only knows how old half a pizza in it. Her bed unmade things all over her bedroom and bathroom too. Everything dirty, dusty and messy the whole place has a smell of old food and unwashed… everything it actually seemed as if she hadn't even cleaned or hoovered since I left and honestly by the look and smell of her I'm not sure she'd showered either. And even though the place was a tip she just pushed some laundry to the side and sat down on the sofa with a blanket and her little build a Bear brown teddy wearing bee clothes I made her when we first started dating.

"Uuuuuuuhhh… fuck. I uhhh I didn't think it would be this bad"

"Sorry"

"No no it's uhhh" I began sitting in the chair as best I could "y/n? How'd it get like this?"

"I don't know. Just did I guess everything kinda just exploded and I had to stop and… now I don't really know how to start again,"

"Ohh you poor thing. You see that it's bad right?"

"I see it. I just… don't know where to begin"

"Well sitting in all this isn't going to help I know it's hard sometimes physically impossible but in here now. And I promise I'm going to help as much or as little as you want me too" I told her giving her head a kiss "okay?"

"Okay" she nods

"That's my girl" I cooed "first things first trash because trash is easy" I smiled "I'll do that okay, give you some space to breathe"

I got up and began gathering things up and throwing them away or into the washing pile In Front of her machine just giving it a once over to give us some room to focus until I got to the table "I'm going to be brave here. How long has this been here?"

"I don't remember"

"When did you last order pizza?"

"Yesterday"

"This has been here longer the yesterday"

"Three weeks ago"

"Oh my god. Okay," I sighed quickly getting it into a bag without touching or breathing close to it and she began to cry "whoa whoa what's wrong?" I asked giving her a hug as she cried

"I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for?"

"Your mad at me"

"I'm not mad at you, I'm not angry at your honeybear I promise I'm not. I'm not angry with you I'm worried about you. You could have gotten so sick just from having that in your living room. You could have gotten really sick." I told her

"I'm sorry I don't know how it all got like this"

"It's alright I know how hard it is sometimes. How about you take buzzy and get a little nap okay" I told her handing her the bear

"But that's-"

"Please. Get some rest don't worry your head it'll do you good" I told her she nods and slithered away to her room so I tucked her in and gave her a kiss "have a nice nap my little honeybear I'll take care of you"

I shut her door quietly and waiting till I could hear her sleeping and I cleaned up everything I could throwing away all the trash putting on a few loads of laundry, I dusted and hoovered and even did all her dishes putting them all away for her I even put on one of her nice wax melts to make the place smell nice. Often sneaking into her room to clean around her bed for her. Even setting her blankets and pillows on the sofa with her little bears so we could cuddle later. She was still asleep so I got my phone and ordered some groceries for delivery as she had no food in the house now, filling her fridge and cupboards to the brim with her favorite snacks, her favorite foods, favorite drinks and making sure to put a bunch of her favorite ice pops in the freezer for her. Once all sorted I smiled and went to her bedroom "honeybear? Helloooooo?" I whispered crawling into her bed peppering her and her teddy with kisses "ummmm hello" I smiled as she began to stir

"Hello Thomas" she cracked a small smile

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"I did"

"Hey, how's about I run you a beautiful bubble bath? Hey? I know you love your bubble baths when did you last have one?"

"I can't remember"

"Uhhh not to be rude y/n how long has it been since you had a shower?"

"I honestly don't remember"

"Yeah didn't wanna say anything but… yeah. I can tell you on your period cause of smells right now"

"I'm not"

"Ohh god. Okay I will run you a nice very bubbly bath" I told her"and maybe we wash buzzy?"

"Okay" she sighed handing over the bear which I quickly put in the machine to wash and dry so it would be ready when she got out her bath I went to her bathroom and ran her a nice hot bath with muscle soak, bubble bath, btah salts, bath… potion? Whatever it is it's going in, all of it lavender or flower scented to keep it all in theme, I got her two bath bombs the first an extra large purple lust bath bomb so scented I'm convinced I may have eaten some I tasted so much on my tounge in fact the bath bomb in her bath the wax melt in the living room were having a scent fight. And I also got her a nice lilac love heart that I sat on her little bath bridge with her scrunchie and her favourite fancy body wash she usually only uses for going out, as well as her honey shampoo and conditioner as they always made her smile and of course they were the reason I called her my honey bear as on an early date as we cuddled up her hair smelt so much of honey I was actually convinced she may have put honey on her head and we laughed about it and had some honey on toast ever since I'd called her honeybear. Once the bath was run and perfect I fetched her "come on little bear time for your bath"

"Fine" she sighed slowly coming in

"You get in and relax while I change your bed okay"

"You don't have to-"

"Get in the tub. Or I'll sheep dip you" I warn her

"Noooo" she whines

"Go on then" I told her so she began to get changed admittedly I couldn't help but look at her having missed her so badly while I was gone but i gave her some privacy and headed back to her bedroom stripping off her bed and immediately three the sheets away I'm not going to try and wash them just throw them away I'll buy her new ones. I went back tidied her room for her flipping the mattress and making the bed with her favorite bedding the little duvet cover and pillow cases white on one side with little bees doing loop the loops and the other side dark orange honeycomb pattern making her bed up with her blankets and pillows and a special place for her bear once he was done in the Washing machine. I imagined y/n would be back by now but she hadn't so I went to the bathroom seeing her sat in the water surrounded by bubbles her legs pulled to her chest

"Ohh y/n" I went over getting a little chair and moving to sit beside her tub at first rubbing her skin with the bubbles "would you like some help?" I asked and she nods "okay, take your ribbon out and we'll wash your hair"

"I did" she says handing me the ribbon she had in her hair and yet her hair hadn't moved

"Okay" well that's a problem.

I got her brush and her conditioner as I would definitely be needing it slowly but surely Washing her hair using her nice shampoo and conditioner brushing the matted knots out of her hair it was clear she'd put it up like this just after I left and hadn't done anything with it since. She was often teary but I always have her kisses and reassured her I imagine it likely hurt alot as I brushed and brushed and brushed using pretty much the whole bottle of conditioner. "There we go all beautiful again" I cooed giving her cheek a kiss as I finished with her hair "hey all pretty. Now you can have your nice … well now lukewarm bath" I told her gently and playfully helping her as she slowly came out of this sadness I was stopped however upon seeing her arms and her thighs that she had done her best to keep hidden all this time I didn't mention in even if I knew some where fresh I just held her hand and brought her arm over giving her skin a million kisses

"Are you upset with me?" She asks

"No. No I'm not it's okay. I just wish you'd role me you wh re feeling that bad. Please I don't want things to get this bad again I'm not upset I'm not blaming you. Just please of it gets this bad please tell me. You know if have thrown home months earlier if id known you were feeling this bad"

"I know. I didn't want to be any trouble"

"It's no trouble really. I'd rather you tell me so I can come home and help you rather then… having to clean up the aftermath. I love you you know I do. hey. my little honeybear. I'm not going anywhere not till your better"

"What if I'm never any better"

"Then I'm not going anywhere. Ever again." I told her "your more important that my job. Always." I told her "you enjoy the rest of your bath I'll get you some nice clean clothes and your teddy okay? Then we'll make cheesy pie," I told her giving her one more kiss and heading out

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you"

"Your welcome"

"I love you very much*

"I love you more"

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mrsbraun · 2 years

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Don't Save Me

Reiner Braun x fem! reader

Synopsis : It took endless time for him to admit his feelings to her until he almost lost her.

Warnings : Angst, Gore, Violence, Stabbing & Kidnapping

Year : 848

Part 1 : Did you have to be that honest ?

"There's no advantage !" The commandant yelled across the field, letting everyone turn to him, confused.

"The training you faced yesterday was just an exercise ! Whether you win or lose, there's no reward nor penalty just like how it is in reality ! You will NOT be rewarded for killing titans. It is YOUR job to do so ! Pack your belongings so we may start on time maggots !"

Guilt crept him. Another futile reason for him to lash out on her. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He constantly reminded himself of his duties as a warrior but she would always pop up on his mind every time. Particullarly after what Mikasa has told him yesterday about her state and the stunt that he pulled on her.

Reiner let out a sigh, reflecting his words to her yesterday. He tried imagining if he was in her position. How hurtful it must've felt, especially when he was really close to her

He knew how it felt. He knew what it was like to be regularly insulted.

No, she was different. She was always hurt by the people close to her. She was never once loved by anyone. Her family treated her like trash while Reiner still has love from his mother.

She was different. She has suffered more, he made her suffer more. Another person close to her that disappointed her.

His heart ached at the thought of her carrying the amount of pain on her back.Even when she apologised softly to him yesterday, his words grew harsher. He's furious at himself for allowing those words escape his lips.

"That's it ? Sorry ?"

"All of this was your fault"

"You can go ahead and die, they could always replace you"

He lied.

No one in this world could ever replace y/n. He didn't know what he would do if she really died. If she died...... Reiner didn't want to think about it and definitely not during the training exercise. Enough of her.

Yet her face that she made yesterday would always return to him. He would recall how heavily she was breathing, she was hurting both physically and mentally. She was unrecognisable, he never once wanted to see that side of her.

The dejected look on her face that so easily told him she was on her limit. Her affectionate smile completely eradicated as if it had never existed. Her rosy lips that had turned as white as a sheet, and her eyes that were filled with tears, only a single trail fell. Reiner shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Reiner attempted to clear his head before his attitude was noticed by either Annie or Bertholdt or anyone else.

"You ok ?" Bertholdt questioned him

"Yeah, a small headache" Reiner replied

"Let's focus, Reiner"

The current training exercise for the 104th Cadet Corps was split into two squads, obtain proof that they had arrived at the destination and return to the training grounds.

The Journey would approximately be 40 kilometres in each direction as the first squad's leader is Marco while Armin is made as the record keeper. Its other members, Eren, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Krista and y/n

While the other squad leader's Thomas, Mikasa was made as the record keeper with Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie and three other cadets to complete the squad.

Reiner was both relieved and dispirited when he found out that y/n wasn't on the same team as he was. He couldn't face her, he wanted to but he was still gathering the courage to apologize to her.

The two teams will head back via each other team's route after exchanging information at the destination. The objective of the training exercise was to perform a task without danger with a sense of danger.

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While Jean and Eren were verbally fighting each other, it was no doubt that they made loud noises with their voices, y/n looked at her surrounding as they are in the middle of the forrest.

She heard rustling noises behind her, with trees crowding the location, it was hard for her to really notice whether there was something out there.

and so, her nightmares recurred. This time, she dreamt of her friends being eaten by a horde of titan, tearing their limbs apart, sinking their teeth into her friend, her body was glued to the ground, not a single part of her body can move, she couldn't save them. All she could do was watch her friend's being eaten, watch Reiner being chewed down by that abnormal titan.

Their screams, deafening, agonizing, loud, piercing cry that made her want to kill herself. Her friends screamed for help but she couldn't reach them. She couldn't.

Her body jolted up from her mattress, eyes opening wide while layers of sweat covered her face. She didn't want to go back to sleep. She'd rather stay up all night than face her nightmares again.

Y/n took her horse to a nearby lake where she sat down on the side, gazing at her own reflection, the dark circles under her eyes that began to darken each day. She looked at herself and noticed how the girl she was looking at was so different to the girl she was a few weeks ago. She has changed so much, she missed her old self.

Then Reiner came to her mind. She could remember how bitter his words were to her, how his face was when he insulted her. Was all that time they spent together a lie ? If it was then what was his goal ?

She felt a pang in her heart. The person she loved always end up hurting her. Her family, and now Reiner.

The person she loved ? She didn't 'loved' Reiner, she loves him.

'Dumb fool' she whispered to herself. She let herself fall for the guy who told her to die faster.

His words made her beat herself, everyone knew her potential, how they usually praise her for her combat skills that won against Annie, her intelligence and mostly, how skilful and sharp she was. People would always say that she is a perfect match for the survey corps.

But what Reiner said to her yesterday made her think that everyone's words were just empty praises to make her happy. She became embarrassed of herself, she wanted to be furious at him but she couldn't.

She felt pathetic, wanting to know how Reiner thinks of her now, what he was doing, does he really hate her ? Does her really want her to die ?

Frustration built up that led her punching her reflection on the lake that splashed her face along with her horse. The four legged animal let out a neigh, making her caress its muzzle.

"Apologies, Jean" She chuckled

The sound of a twig snapping reached her ears, y/n quickly stood up and eyes her surrounding. The dark forest kept its silence as not a single soul was spotted by her.

She squinted her eyes, brows furrowed together, scanning the inside of the forest from where she stood. To her dismay, the threat had came from her back, placing a palm onto her mouth in attempt to silence her, only for her to bite the palm of the person's hand and let out a scream.

She panicked for a second before elbowing the man that was behind her, y/n attempted to run but she was quickly knocked out by the stock of a gun.

Eren was the first one to get up, opening his eyes to see a gun pointing straight at his face, along with the other cadets, they were surrounded, all held at gunpoint.

Eren tried to fight back, holding the gun's muzzle and instructing everyone to fight but each of them were too scared to do so. The only thing Jean could do was run away.

A shot was fired, resulting a small scratch on Jean's face. At this point, the cadets were too scared and panicked to notice that one of the recruits had gone missing.

Until they saw her unconscious figure being carried towards the carriage

It was her.

Y/n was being kidnapped.

It wasn't just her, their ODM gear was taken away too.

The cadets hung their head low, Marco announced that it was better to call off the training exercise.

"So we'll just leave y/n ?" Eren questioned, his face was still on the direction the carriage went.

"That's not what I meant, we can't do anything about it...We'll request orders from above" Marco replied, only for Eren to interject

"And if we don't make it ?" Eren gritted his teeth, frowning

"I don't want it to end this way, I'm going to save y/n, even if I'm going alone !" He declared

"How are you going to search for her without our horses ?" Jean approached him, angry.

"Like that matters !"

"It does matter, I'm going to save her too."

Of course Jean is going to save her, God knows how long he secretly had a crush on her.

"I don't want it to end with this disgrace, and I can't lo-...I don't want y/n to be gone"

The cadets formed a plan thanks to Armin's intelligence and Sasha's experience with high grounds. After they had spotted smoke nearby, they had used a telescope to see a barely awoken y/n with a blindfold kick a man's face.

"Look, she's attempting to escape ! Another guy got hit, wow, she's hardcore even with her eyes covered." Connie passed the telescope to Sasha

"Oh, that man hit her !"

"Huh ?!" Jean snatched the telescope from Sasha's grasp and observed how the bandits treated her. His blood was boiling while anger surged up.

As they reached the location close enough to the carriage, Marco pulled the rope twice, indicating that their ODM was in the second carriage, Eren and Jean jumped off and attacked the carriage.

Y/n, who had her hands tied up to the carriage had limited eyesight, but she could hear everything around her. She could hear Eren and Jean attack the men on the other carriage, kicking them out.

The man on her carriage loaded his gun and aimed it at Jean, thanks to the rock that the carriage stumbled, the shot missed and y/n's wrist loosened. Even when she was free to move, her hands were still tied, she removed the blindfold, kicking the same man who knocked her out with a gun stock out on the back of his knees.

The gun was on both of their hands, a shot was fired to the wheel of the carriage that made it lose control. The carriage that contained their gears were retrieved, but y/n, she was still on the first carriage.

The recruits chased the men who still had y/n while Armin shot a green flare signal for the other team.

The minor lacerations as well as a few contusion on her face did not stop her from fighting the men. Using every means to take that gun away from him.

"Bitch !" He punched y/n, resulting in her nose bleeding

"Whatever you do, don't kill her, she's money" The man whose driving the carriage instructed.

"Thanks to your friends, we're suffering a loss"

'Hell, I miss the part where that's my problem" She scoffed, chuckling.

"You're taking responsibility for it !" The man shoved the gun closer to her, y/n used her forehead to knock the muzzle, making the stock hit the man's face. She did this in time when a metal from Eren's gear made contact with the bandit's hand.

"Damn you !" He cursed, Y/n successfully used her body strength in order for him to miss the shot. She used the side of her wrists that were still tied to hit that man's face, quickly making his body fall over. The gun rolled from the carriage to the ground while Eren and Jean let the horse loose. The carriage rolled over and crashed onto a tree.

As they exited the carriage with Y/n, she tried to escape, just in time when Mikasa and Annie attacked the two men.

Team B had arrived, with Reiner included. The first person that he saw was her. The dark bruises forming on her face and a few cuts on her face. His heart began to feel heavy. What happened to her ? Is she okay ?

Reiner was worried.

They thought that they had saved y/n but what they didn't expect was one of the bandit's henchman stepping out from a nearby bush, charging towards her with a knife.

"You filthy bitch !"

Y/n turned her body to face the bandit sprinting to her. She stood too close to the bushes, too close that made everything happen so fast.

Mikasa quickly cut his hand off, but she stood too close that made everyone reach her too late.

Reiner widened his eyes, pure shock on his face, mouth agape. His heart beating faster each second as he looked at her body.

'This can't be happening'

Everything else then felt like it was happening in slow motion. She could see her friend's mouths moving, as if they're screaming, their sounds were muffled though.

Pressure.

She felt heavy pressure forming on the side of her stomach, her eyes slowly travelled to where the knife was stuck in. Blood began to ooze out from her side, it felt like a punch, her legs began to grow weak, her vision became hazy as she lost sight of her friends but amidst her state, she could only focus her eyes at him.

Reiner and herself locked eyes. This is it. This is what he wanted right ? He wanted her to die.

This feeling that Reiner was experiencing is new. This was far worse than fear, way worse than feeling scared. The thought of losing her was scary but to actually see her bleeding to death right in front of him, he couldn't find the words for it.

No, he can't allow it. He can't allow her to die.

Before her body touched the ground, he went down from his horse to catch her. Her eyes were shut which gave him a bad sign, he didn't dare to remove the knife from where she was stabbed and only when he did see her up close does his heart felt pain.

He could identify every injury at her face, he felt like a house has just been dropped onto him.

"Reiner, she needs help and fast." Krista said

His arms still holding her fragile body, her breathing was getting unsteady, fear catching up to him. No, she can't die.

"Who has the fastest horse here ?"

"I think I do." Thomas answered

"Then let me borrow your horse." Reiner placed y/n on the horse as he sat behind her. Her body was guarded by his arms in front of him, her head rested on the side of his arm.

"Don't let her die, Reiner" Annie said, only receiving a nod from him before speeding away back to the base.

"Don't you dare leave me, not now, Y/L/N"

"Stay, they're gonna fix you" he kept on looking at her from time to time, earning no responses from her. He kept on speeding up but he knew that this was as fast as the horse can run.

"Reiner...." She finally spoke out, her voice almost had no sound.

"Don't...save...me"

"I'm g-gonna give you what...y-you want"

As soon as her words came out from her lips, her body gave up and Reiner could feel her body went limp.

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demona-andariel · 8 months

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A Simple Act of Kindness - 24 /

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

With this being a chapter heavily inspired by a song I figured I'd link the song as well.

Word Count: 4,294

Chapter 24 - "Where Do I Begin..."

There was a loud shriek followed by a crash. Thomas dropped the trash bags he was carrying and rushed back into their fixer-upper. It didn’t take him long to reach the kitchen where he’d last seen Lizzy. His heart pounded hard against his rib cage. He had to rescue her from…

Nothing?

She stood by the end of the counter. There was debris around her. A broken cabinet above her head. But, she didn’t seem to notice as she hopped up and down, messing with a large device in front of her.

Thomas frowned, taking a cautious step forward. She looked uninjured. Her body language told him she was happy, excited even. That scream was from excitement? He heard a little high pitch ring then static with voices that faded in and out.

Music. He could hear some music through the static. She took her hand off the dial and messed with the antennas of the radio. The cabinet she must have found it in creaked, then slid. Thomas quickly rushed forward and grabbed it before the entire piece came crashing down on her.

She looked up at him, her face a little red from embarrassment. “Sorry,” she said. “I got really excited.”

She moved the radio further to one side, allowing him room to grab the falling cabinet and yank it the rest of the way off the wall. The static and high pitch ringing filled the room as she played with the dial and antennas.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, finding a station that sounded the strongest. He set the broken cabinet on the floor. She messed with the antennas a little bit more till the static was all but gone. Turning, she smiled at him.

“Music, Tommy!” she exclaimed. She grabbed his hand and twirled to his side before twirling away. “I haven’t listened to music in a while.”

His heart leapt in his chest. No one had ever grabbed his hand and twirled into him like that.

It was a bit surprising that the old radio still functioned. So many things the Hewitts owned were broken or breaking down. Except his trusty chainsaw. That he kept in the best condition he possibly could.

“Our future home is looking better. We got a functioning radio. And we get Scooby tomorrow,” she said with glee.

He was excited too. Scooby. That’s the name he wanted for the pup. She didn’t seem too keen on the idea, when he held up the stuffed animal. Her nose had scrunched up and her mouth had turned with clear disapproval. But, if she had another name in mind she didn’t offer it up. And, she’d even started using the name when she referred to the pup.

A puppy. Their future home. And some day, kids.

Thomas’s eyes gazed past her through the kitchen window into the backyard. He had already made plans in his head about what he was going to do back there. Fix the fence so they could let the dog out whenever and not worry about it disappearing in the vast forest around them. And then a playground. He was going to build a playground back there for their kids.

“Tommy?” Lizzy said, interrupting his daydreaming. Her hand reached out to him.

“Will you dance with me?”

Dance? His whole body stiffened at the request. He automatically shook his head. There was a part of him that wanted to say yes, but he was scared. He’d never danced with anyone before.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Storming over to him, she grabbed his hands and moved them around her waist. He found himself holding his breath as she ran her hands up his chest then wrapped them around his neck.

“Just sway then,” she said as she started rocking. The current song ended and a new one started. The music swelled, making him want to twirl her away then back to him. But he resisted his urges.

“Where do I begin.”

He gulped but followed her movement, dragging his feet more than he lifted them. He didn’t want to step on her. And, knowing him, he probably would on accident. With a content sigh, she rested her head against his chest and relaxed.

“To tell the story of how great a love can be.”

It was still hard to believe. He’d won. At life! How the fuck did that happen?

“The sweet love story that is older than the sea.”

He was a loser. An outcast. The world’s reject. Thrown out into the garbage as a baby. Yet, was it luck or fate that led Luda Mae to him that fateful night? Luck or fate that brought Elizabeth to him.

“The simple truth about the love she brings to me.”

He lifted one of his hands to go through her growing hair. His hand looked so big by her head. A murderer’s hand. The kind that beat people, killed people, and butchered them for their meat. It could have been her. It would have been her.

“Where do I start.”

It was strange how one simple event led down to this. Had he not gotten fired from his work, and the factory shut down, he wouldn’t have murdered his boss. Had he not murdered his boss, Uncle Charlie wouldn’t have killed the sheriff and taken on the man’s identity. They wouldn’t have resorted to cannibalism to survive. And he never would have brought Elizabeth home after her companion crashed their car swerving to miss him…

“With her first hello.”

Lizzy. The woman who was supposed to be dinner had become his wife. And the future mother of his children. Their children. Children that he prayed would look like her.

“She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine.”

The song playing on the radio caught his attention. Lizzy hummed along to it. Her tone was so pleasing to his ears. Low, steady, musical. She acted a little differently when they were here, in their possible new home. Relaxed. Content. Just a little bit happier. At home with his ma her body still had some tension in it. Even though now things were going much better for her.

“There'd never be another love, another time.”

Looking up, he stared at the ceiling. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. Not just needed. Wanted. It hurt, knowing that some things he’d never be able to give her. He had no idea when they’d be able to move in, if ever. Not that he could tell her that yet. They’d done almost everything they could, taking out all the trash, cleaning the debris, throwing out every single piece of furniture. There wasn’t much left to do now, other than dream about what the home would eventually look like. Unfortunately, it was money that was needed to make the place truly livable.

“She came into my life and made the living fine.”

The store was keeping the family afloat but barely. There was no money to spend on fixing up the place. At least, not yet. The little town they lived in was dying in many ways. She didn’t know that. She didn’t know that the family was just barely hanging on to their properties. She didn’t know that his insistence that she eat whatever was put before her was because it was what they could afford. She came from a rich family. She had no idea what it was really like to barely get by. And he didn’t want her to know what it was like.

“She fills my heart.”

It was cheaper and easier killing people for meat over paying money for some animal. Using animal meat was almost a luxury at this point. Adding the puppy onto the list of mouths to feed was not an easy decision to make. Ironically, a baby they could handle, but a dog was an unnecessary burden to add. Yet, it was something she was never given by her rich family. Something she desired, that he’d picked up on from the longing he heard in her voice. Something he could get her.

“She fills my heart with very special things.”

He was determined to get her a puppy. One that would become her companion and protector when he wasn’t around. And he knew exactly who to turn to. Mr. Denver’s dogs were well known in the area. Fiercely loyal and protective. And, although they were not the same breed, Mr. Denver’s dogs were as close to the Scooby Doo doll that Thomas could find in the area.

“With angels' songs, with wild imaginings.”

He just didn’t expect to be able to get one so soon. Next set of pups, he had figured… Well, more like hoped. They didn’t have the money to buy one yet. Those dogs were damn expensive. Except… “An apology” his mother had told him. It was on one of the days they had left Lizzy at home, alone. She had driven them up to Mr. Denver’s farm and handed the man money for one of his pups. Thomas had a feeling she hadn’t told Lizzy how big her role was in getting the gift. That puppy…

“She fills my soul with so much love.”

Most animals never liked him. He was a rather large man, intimidating, scary. And he had that aura about him. But, he was willing to deal with whatever temperament the animal had that she chose. As long as it loved her, he would accept it. But, out of all the puppies she could have chosen, she chose the runt. She chose the one that seemed to be able to stand him. The one that licked him.

“That anywhere I go I'm never lonely.”

Thomas couldn’t help himself as he stared at her. Just… it seemed as if he was living in a dream sometimes. A dream he didn’t want to wake up from, but knew that one day reality would find him. It was hard to trust, to believe, that when they were out there in the world she would still be the same. That she’d still look at him as an equal and not be embarrassed that he was by her side.

“With her around, who could be lonely.”

He couldn’t say it didn’t hurt seeing her in that pen with all those puppies and “Handsome” Jack nearby. They looked like such a perfect couple together. Not that Thomas would let her go to be with someone better suited for her beauty. He was never going to let her go. And… he didn’t have to. She called him “love” and reached for him. Thomas. The murdering, cannibal, rapist. What he did to her was inexcusable, but somehow she still loved him. She wanted him.

“I reach for her hand, it's always there.”

He didn’t regret his actions. He probably should. Probably should feel sick that he kidnapped her. That he raped her. No one forced him. He knew better. But, he wanted her. He needed her. He figured she’d never truly fall in love with him. Hoped that having his children would maybe get her to care a little bit for him.

“How long does it last.”

But, she loved him. Without children as an excuse that bound them forever together. It was his protective nature towards her, she had admitted recently. She’d never had anyone look out for her the way he did. And, he saw her. He listened. He paid attention. And apparently, that’s all he needed to do.

“Can love be measured by the hours in a day.”

He was determined to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as possible. If anyone tried to harm or ended up harming her, he would kill them. Didn’t matter who they were anymore. Some random stranger. “Handsome” Jack. Hoyt. His mother.

“I have no answers now but this much I can say.”

If Lizzy’s fate wasn’t sealed before, it was sealed now. Signed. Sealed. Chained. Cemented into the ground and not even the devil himself could break her free. She called him “love” and kissed him, in front of people. People, people!

“I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away.”

His wife. He had to make it official. Official, official. Reverend, legal papers, family as witnesses. Get her a beautiful wedding dress. A new one. One that she would pick out. Redo their wedding night. Make it special. Get rid of the old, painful memory for her. And the desperate memory for him. He couldn’t help but squeeze her ass. She tilted her head up and smiled at him.

“And she'll be there.”

“Hello, love,” she said.

He struggled, moving his tongue and throat to get out a single important word.

“W-w-wife,” he managed to push out.

Her smile widened and she nodded her head. “Wife,” she confirmed. Rising to her tiptoes, she kissed his lips. She didn’t linger, much to his disappointment.

With a sigh, she moved away from him and turned on the faucet.

He watched her leave. Her ass, perfectly accentuated by her own clothing. He had to admit, there were few pieces of clothing that they gave her that were actually her size. He never noticed how much nicer she looked with clothes that properly fit her.

Little drops of water hit him, causing him to gaze away from her ass. She gave him a mischievous smile as she flicked more water at him.

“Mind out of the gutter,” she said in a teasing manner. “Maybe after dinner.”

He could tell from the tone of her voice and the glint in her eye that “maybe” meant“diffidently”. But, after dinner felt like an eternity.

The floorboards creaked from his weight as he moved closer to her. He stopped behind her and brushed her arms with his fingers. She didn’t look at him, but hummed in approval of his touch. Taking his hands, she brought them under the cool stream. Slowly, she massaged each finger, getting rid of the dirt and grime that had accumulated from the day.

When she seemed satisfied, she let him go and turned off the water. Shaking her hands in the air, she straightened her back. He didn’t move, pinning her between him and the counter.

She tilted her head up to look at him again.

“What?” she asked. He moved his hand around her face. His fingers lightly massaged the skin along her jaw. He still needed reassurance he wasn’t in some dream.

Raising her hand up, she flicked more water in his face.

“I’m very real, Tommy,” she said as if she read his mind.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, applying little pressure. She hummed and smiled into his kiss. Moving her head again, she took his hands and wrapped them around her body. With a content sigh, she leaned back and nuzzled against his chest. The two of them stared out of the clean window into the backyard.

Was she real though?

Unfortunately for her, he was always going to need reassurance. Always going to need to verify that she wanted him. That she was real and not some figment of his imagination.

But, that was the fun part, wasn’t it?

Blood rushed down to his cock and his breathing deepened.

He moved his fingers and pulled her shirt up to stroke her warm flat belly. Her burn scars a seeming imperfection to her, but to him it made her sexier. She still stiffened a little at his touch. Tilting her head up, she gave him a puzzled look.

“Guess we should be heading back, huh? I have a feeling we’re going to be late for dinner,” she said. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She rubbed her ass against him, undoubtedly feeling his hardening flesh that called for her.

His little tease. He let out a growl and nipped her neck. Her giggle turned into a moan. His fingers dug into her skin and she leaned back, raising her arm up to touch his face.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on his skin. He kissed her and she more than happily returned his kiss, opening her mouth for a deeper one. His tongue met hers, while the two swayed against each other.

Her fingers locked with his and she moved his hands up, under her shirt, stopping at her breasts. She broke their kiss and bit her lower lip to moan again. His fingers played with her nipples, twisting them and pulling them.

How did this happen? He wondered, kissing her lips again.

Their lips parted with a loud smack. He moved down to kiss her cheek and then jaw, making his way to her neck.

She let out a half laugh, half moan, tilting her head to one side so he had more access to her sensitive skin. He pressed his mouth against her neck and sucked, tightening his grip on her body, as if she would try to escape him. His teeth scraped her skin in a teasing manner and she gasped. Her whole body trembled.

“Oh,” she groaned. Her breathing grew deeper. One of her hands joined his as she made him massage her breasts harder.

If only she could read his mind. Or, if he could talk. The dirty things he’d whisper in her ear.

I want to pin you against every wall in this house and claim you.

He abandoned one breast. Sliding his hand down her warm skin, he stopped for a brief moment to stroke her burn scars again before traversing further down. She wiggled slightly as if he tickled her. His fingers found the button of her jeans and he unhooked it. Raising his head up, his eyes focused on hers as he slipped his hand into her underwear.

I can’t get enough of you.

Her mouth dropped and she took in deep, steady breaths. Trust. There was trust in her eyes. Trust in whatever he planned on doing. He stroked her vulva before slipping his fingers between her folds. Starting with his pinky, he made each finger brush over her clit, getting a jerk of her hips and a moan.

Tell me, Lizzy. Tell me you belong to me. You need me.

He gently stroked her warm, slick insides as his mouth went back to her neck.

Wet already, Lizzy? Her body spoke to him. Confirmed his statement. But he needed to hear her say it.

“Oh, Tommy,” she moaned, grinding her hips onto his fingers. His thumb teased her clit, while he moved his fingers to explore her again.

That’s my girl. My wife. Use that beautiful mouth of yours to say my name.

He moved gently, dipping one finger into her slick hole, his teeth playfully bit her jaw. He loved the way her body quivered for him.

You like it when I finger you, don’t you, you dirty girl.

Her grip on his arm disappeared. She moved her hand down and unbuckled his belt. He moaned as her hand desperately moved through his clothing till she found his hardened cock. She started to stroke him while her hips moved harder against his hand.

You make me so hard, I can barely control myself around you.

He kept a light pressure on her clit, not enough to get her to come. While his finger in her stroked her silky smooth insides. His other hand mauled her breast. Her moans started to sound annoyed, desperate. Her hips moved to force his thumb to press harder on her clit.

She was having a hard time stroking him as she chased her impending orgasm. Kissing her cheek, he moved his thumb away and leaned back. She tilted her head up. Her eyes held such desperation. He grinded his hips, pressing his hard-on against her ass. She whimpered.

Beg for it. Beg for me. Beg me to let you come.

“Tommy?” Her eyes searched his face. “I want to come. Please.” She was clearly at that edge, so close. “Please, Tommy,” she begged. “Let me come on your fingers.”

He smiled. No. Not right now, love.

To her clear surprise and confusion, he withdrew his hand from her pants. Defiance flashed through her eyes and she moved her own hand to finish what he started. He shook his head. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her back, then pushed her onto the flat surface of the count.

I need to be inside you, Lizzy. I need to feel you coming on my cock.

“I’m so close, Tommy,” she partly whimpered. He held her arm behind her back and used his other hand to pull down her pants. She let out a moan. Her free hand tensed against the kitchen counter.

He quickly unbuckled his hands and let them drop, freeing his aching cock that begged to be inside of her again.

I can hardly control myself when I’m around you.

He used his free hand to hold his cock and tease her slit, making her feel his hot, hard flesh. He ran his glans along her clit and she hummed, pushing her hips back.

Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you need me, Lizzy.

She turned her head to gaze back at him, her mouth partly open, yearning. “Fuck me, Tommy,” she begged. “Please. I need your cock in me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He didn’t want to wait any longer either. He slammed into her. She cried out as he moaned. He had to pause for a moment, relishing in her warm, wet heat. He held onto her arm and moved his other hand up to hip. She clawed at the counter.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

He moved slowly, but steadily at first. Making her feel every single bit of him. She had to understand how hard she made him. How much he desired her. And he had to make sure that she was still real. And that her real, wild body wanted him.

She pushed her ass back, meeting his thrusts. The sounds coming out of her mouth drove him wild. Low to high pitch moans and partially coherent words.

God, you sound so sexy right now.

“Fuck. Harder, baby,” she cried out desperately. “Oh, God. Fuck me harder.”

She didn’t have to ask. His mind was already demanding he give her everything he had. His big hands wrapped around her waist. Her face scrunched with desperate concentration. The sound of her arousal just made him more determined to fuck her harder.

“Right there. Right there,” she said in a high pitch voice. Desperate. Her hand went back to grab the bottom of his ass, holding him closer to her so he wouldn’t leave. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down to meet his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried out.

That’s it, come on my cock, baby. I’m there too. Let’s come together.

She took in a deep breath, her whole body stiffened on him. She was coming. He let out a guttural moan as her insides spasmed and seemed to suck him in deeper.

Lizzy.

He felt his cock twitch as he released his sperm inside of her.

One day it would take, but then again, he was in no rush. Still, he rather enjoyed the feeling of cumming inside of his woman. His wife. All his.

He leaned against her, rubbing her belly, feeling her scarred skin. They both inhaled and exhaled deeply. Neither were interested in moving. It would have been nice, if he could stay in her warm, wet heat for a little bit longer. Alas, his deflating cock was pushed out of her pussy.

He pulled his pants back up while keeping an eye on her. She lay on the counter for a moment, arms laid out in front of her. With a groan of annoyance, she moved her hands down to pull her pants up. He watched her jeans cover her lovely ass again. With a content sigh, she placed her hands back on the counter and rested her head on them.

It’s time to go home.

He turned off the radio and unplugged the cord for good measure. It was a little surprising that there was electricity in the home. But, he wasn’t about to risk an electrical fire.

With a loud sigh, she straightened her back. Her hand went through her hair as she shook her head.

“Shit, Tommy,” she whispered. He couldn’t help but smile at her, at the dazed look she had on her face. She took a step forward and her legs buckled.

“How long does it last.” The song lyrics from just a little bit ago popped into his head.

He grabbed her before she could hit the ground. She let out a little giggle when he lifted her up to carry her bridal style. His brow furrowed with worry at how limp her body felt in his arms. He’d never seen her act like this before. But, she hummed in approval. Her face looked relaxed, content.

“Can love be measured by the hours in a day.”

“Wish we had a bed here, Tommy,” she mused. With a content sigh, she nestled against his chest. Her fingers unbuttoned a small part of his shirt, before slipping through. He felt her warm skin brush his chest hair. “We’re so naughty.”

“I have no answers now but this much I can say.”

He beamed at her. They were. She was right. It would have been nice to have a bed so he could cuddle with her immediately. But, holding her in his arms wasn’t so bad either.

“I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away.”

She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed his jaw. “You fucked me good, Tommy,” she said. Her voice sounded so very sleepy. “Satisfied now?”

He was for now. He knew it was silly. After everything. To still have those doubts. But, he needed that from her. Needed that reassurance because the world had never given him anything before. He just needed to make sure that she was still there.

“And she'll be there.”

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Yandere Ayato X Reader

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Prompt: Washing up on inazuman shores in the wreckage of your illegally traveling ship, with none of your crewmates to be found, felt like a completely hopeless situation. With a travel ban and a vision hunt decree on, it was looking bleak, though things started to pick up when through the local fixer, you managed to get a job working under the kamisato estate. Life felt like it was picking up, working odd jobs under Kamisato Ayato's order, until when cleaning Ayato’s desk, you found a neatly stacked pile of letters, wrapped gently in twine, you quickly brushed them away, so as to not pry. But you couldn't help but notice your family's address, written in your own handwriting… on decorative envelopes you were sure you had sent your family the week prior.

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Published: Sept,15,2022 Edited: September,15,2022

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It was a stormy night well yiu guessed it was night the clouds were dark everything in the sky was dark the ship was barely alfloat there was punctured holes in the ship waters on the deck flooded the bottom of the boat everything was looking dark none of your crew mates body’s whom you travelers with for three days where found they where proably washed over board into the ocean it just made you feel even more hopeless they had family at home what would you say to their childern you thought that is if you even get to shore that it you cotinued to look ahead at the ravage sea there where giant waves crashing into the side of the ship you could feel the impact go through the ship as you almost fell almost steering the ship trying to balance it, there you saw land and a port where you could finally park your damaged Ship at as yiu did your best to park at the small little harbor there was people running up to your ship seeing how badly the ship was damaged they immediately toke you of the ship that looked like it could collapse any second now as you got of the ship walking on the wooden docks of the harbor you walked up along the stone streets up to a stand with a woman at it you assumed she was the one taking care of things…

“Uh Hello!” You greeeted as the woman just stared at you finally before saying “there is to be no tarvel or trade going ti inazuma at this time I advise you to get back to shore before I call the guards and get you off this island by force or not” the lady said bluntly as yiu gasped but! I just got here and yiu saw my ship! How can I possibly get back!” You yelled at the woman as she just stared at you “I understand what your saying sir but I can’t let you get past this point” she said as you still cotinued to argue with her before catching the attention of a certain Blue haired man interested her told his servant Thoma to go check things out “hey Thoma go check out what’s going over there would you?” He asked drinking his boba tea ”why yes young master!” He said as he walked over to you hearing what’s going on he said to the woman “whoa what’s going on here? Here I can pay for their stay on Inazuma he said before dropping a pouch of mora on the woman’s desk making a loud bang at the drop causing you to widen your eyes at how much money that was not even allowing the woman to talk he started walking away dragging you with him walking over to Ayato “well why not let us introduce ourselves why don’t we master Ayato?”

The blonde boy said as the tall young man nodded at him “hm yes I am Kamisato Ayato and here is my servant Thoma who you just met a few moments prior” he said as yiu stood tehre shocked yiu where just being forced to leave the island and being threatened to be kicked off a second time and now someone who introduced himself as the “fixer” came in and saved you and now your meeting the head of a powerful clan that rules over inazuma? You stood there shocked as Ayato just laughed “ I think she’s quite confused might giving her a little tour for me?” He said before handing him a small note and a card? As the “fixer” quickly scanned the note quickly nodding at him smiling “well you heard the master lets go we better not keep him waiting!” He said as he walked away with yiu just standing there by the tree confused before quickly following him…

he introduced you to many stuff in inazuma the amazing stalls and the police station and the staute of the Ominipressent god by the end of the tour he handed you a business card and a sheet of paper saying, “the young master must favor you choose wisely” he said just leaving it at that before walking off before leaving a bag full of mora in your hands as you put the pouch of mora in your hands you opened the pouch there was so much mora as your eyes widned as you closed the pouch and looked at the card it was a business card with the name of the man you met a few hours prior Kamisato Ayato… then you looked at the paper it said “looking for employment as a maid working at Kamisato estate as you looked at the pay your eyes widening it was 50 mora per hour! That could provide for your needs for a week!” You thought as you decided taht you would go to Kamisato estate and accept the job and the new opportunity that was in front you after buy in Pog some new clothes of course…

Torrmorrow morning you would head to Kamisato estate after getting some decent clothes from a clothe stand you started walking up the steps of the Kamisato estate there was Ayato and Thoma it’s like they where expecting you to come they where patiently waiting for your arrival before seeing you”oh Y/N over here I knew that you would arrive!” He said as Ayato just said greetings to you. L well Y/N it seems like your here for the interview am I right?” He said as you nodded as he smirked”good good” he said as he swirled the boba tea spin his hand “well your hired your shift starts today your uniform is in the room over there go on and get dressed” he said as your eyes widened that was it? No requirements or questions background check or anything? You thought to yourself “well go on get yourself dressed I’ll wait here and wait for you to give you your first task” he said as you walked off into the room that he was pointing at… as you entered the room there was a maid dress laid neatly folded on a table as you took it an unraveled it was a normal maid dress just with a little bit more space in the front but you didn’t question it people as nice as these couldn’t have some bad intentions after all who would pay that much mora to someone and just tell them to just clean and sweep a house? You thought as yiu put on the maid uniform and walked out…

The uniform to say it was tight was a understatement you could barely bend down with out your underwear peaking out or completely showing it felt like the dress was pressing to your figure like a tightly wrapped present because it sure felt like it as you slowly walked out the room onto the porch walking awkwardly in your new clothes you where also wearing stockings and some shoes as yiu stepped onto the nicely paved stone path tehre was Ayato and Thoma waiting with a sweet smile on his face as Ayato faced you handing yiu a clip board with a long list of rules taht you must follow “here Y/N read these first then I can properly give you your first task and I’ll get Thoma led you around here since he’s the one who knows best around here” he said as he handed you the clip board with the contract as you scanned through the rules skipping over a couple you quickly signed your name at the bottom handing it to him “okay we’ll Thoma would you do the honors?” He said as Thoma nodded signaling yiu to follow him as yiu walked behind him uncomfortably in your tight dress…

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve been working at the Kamisato estate and despite the weird jobs taht you had to do everything was looking up for you tehre was finally a shine in yiur usually dull life in the past weeks you’ve been feeling homesick lately and wanted to let your family members know that you where still alive and didn’t die on the trip over the sea to inazuma you’ve asked them to send you some photos of Liyue and some of your siblings but whenever you send it to them and put in the mailbox, and you wait for a couple of days and they don’t send back… even when you wait for weeks for a response they’d till dont send back this made you have second thoughts did your family not want you anymore did they really think your dead? No no surely not and when every yiu being this up to Ayato he always just says “Oh tahts quite unfortunate I wonder what happened to the message hey can you bend down a grab that stack of papers for me?” And whe; yiu go to Thoma he just says the same thing just in a different way “I’m sorry about that Y/N! Mabye if you try again you’ll achieve it eventually right!” He would say so brightly at you but it wouldn’t help when you where tasked to clean Master Ayatos room by Thoma cause he won’t be able to clean it himself this afternoon and when you went to clean his desk yiu saw a stack of folded up paper tied up in a neat thin red ribbon tightly notted interested you looked at the papers there yiu saw was your hand writting? You could instantly tell it was your hand writing and your signature?, this looks to be a lettter taht was meant to be sent to your mother just a week prior… what is this doing here? You thought as yiu picked up the thick sheet of folded up paper you looked at it confused before yiu heard the door swing open ether was Ayato walking in looking down at you guessed it another of your letters who yiu ahve put in the mailbox just a few days ago… a she looked up his eyes widening in suprise “what are you doing here Y/N I thought it was Thoma to clean today?” He said as you looked at him stoill holding the thick stack of folded paper in your hands as his eyes landed on the sheet of papers in your hand “ahh so you found out I see…” he said as he stood there his face darkened despite the bright sunlight beaming on the side of his face as you slowly backed away into his desk as he walked up to yiu as yiu started talking “lord Ayato what are you doing with the letters that I sent to my mother a few days prior?” You said looking up at him with a terrified look on your face “well I’m not going to allow you to destroy your own life am I?” He said as yiu looked at him truly shocked not expecting this response “wha- wha-“ you started to say not being able to finsih your sentence before he interrupted you “I’ve gave you a new life for yourself Cant you see the reason why you’d living so lavishly right now is because of me right?” He said as you could only nod “see without me yiu would be back to your poor self just stay with me and you’ll keep this life style” he said as the thoughts of your previous life if you parents truly thought you where dead than how could you try it go back to your old life? “So stay here with me ok?” he said as you nodded as you sat down on a chair you felt like you couldn’t breathe your tight maid outfit didn’t help ethier it felt like it was futher more constricting your breathing espically With Ayato in the room made everything feel dizzy… as fell over your head pounding laying on the ground Ayato looked down at you picking you up “let this be the start of our new life together and forgot about all your past and worries and just let me take care of them he said closing yiur eyes

Of you got here thank you! If yiu would leave heart that would be much appreciated I gotta go to sleep bye!

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