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writes-eat-sleep-repeat · 4 years

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Seeing Red

Prompt: PMS days

Pairing: Spooky x Reader

Warning/ notes: Major fluff. Not grammatically correct. Currently on my menses which inspired this one shot. Hope it can comfort other spooky lovers during their time of the month. Enjoy ;)

Summary: Spooky takes care of his girlfriend when she’s on her menses. Just him and her!

Word count: 2063

As you opened your eyes you peered through the curtains of your room and noticed it was a rainy day outside in LA. The sky was somewhere between a light gray and the cusp of a white. They kind of color that hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled over on your back and instantaneously felt the stinging in our stomach. It was day two of your menses. They worst day of them all. often you thought about what it might feel like to get shot and came to the conclusion it couldn’t possibly be any worse than this. While you laid back staring up at the ceiling you heard your phone vibrate. Looking over all you could mutter was “shit” 8 miss calls and 15 text. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to your left 10:00 am. Opening the text you scroll to the top and began reading

‘Hey mama’-3:15 pm

Missed call 3:30 pm

‘Hello’-4:00pm

Missed call 5:00 pm

‘Y/N’-5:30 pm

Missed call 6:00 pm

‘Y/N pick up the phone’- 6:30 pm

The calls and messages entwined like this for the next couple of hours until you guess your boyfriend finally fell asleep. You cant believe you slept for basically 19 hours straight. Aside from a few bathroom and water breaks where you had to use all the power you could muster up to complete those task, you somehow forgot to check your phone. Throwing your arm over your face to block out what little light was peaking through the window you could hear your roommate/ best friend Rebecca getting ready for work. BUZZZZ someone rang the doorbell. You heard him before you saw him. Out in the living room talking with you bestie, ‘where is Y/N’ he asked her. Oh no. He sounds pissed.

You laid frozen with your hand over your arm wanting the earth to swallow you whole. ‘She’s not feeling well’ you heard Rebecca respond. You always avoided Oscar on days like this because you were afraid to get mad and finally scare him away with your crazy . He burst into your room bringing the bright light from the hallway with him. You felt the irritation slowly building. Removing your hand with a sigh you look over to your right at the door. ‘Couldn’t pick up your phone’ he asked with a particular edge to his voice that brought out your annoyance to what seemed to be instantaneously. ‘I was sleeping’ you said letting acid seep into your voice. ‘For a fucking day’ he yelled. That’s it, you thought sitting up it bed which was followed by a gush of blood below causing you further annoyance.

“I’m not dealing with your shit today. 1. I spoke to you yesterday afternoon and its only 10 am meaning it wasn’t a whole fucking day. 2. Becca told you I wasn’t feeling well and instead of coming in here and asking if I’m okay you choose too come in here and yell at me like your my daddy. 3. Your not my daddy 4. My hormones are all over the place and I literally feel like i am dying so unless you plan on helping and not being an ass I suggest you leave.’ Oscar who you never ever send away looked more hurt than even mad that you yelled at him. He never took that kind of disrespect from anyone being the gang leader he is. ‘Okay, well.. what’s wrong? ummm... how can I help?’ he asked. ‘ you cant’ you replied. “Y?N...” ‘I have to go to the store and get some stuff.’ You swung you legs of the bed and tried to stand up only to be meet with crippling pain. Before you could even fully bend over to hold your stomach Oscar was there pushing you back onto the bed. ‘Your not driving like this’ he said. ‘Tell me what you need and ill get it for you’ he finished. ‘ you cant, ok its personal girl stuff’ you replied shyly. ‘ I didn’t ask you what it was. I said to tell me what you need’ he sternly answered. After writing a list that and handing it to him he said he’ll be back in 15 minutes. You took this time to take some pain medication and crawl to the bathroom just barely managing to take a shower while he was gone. Rebecca poked her head in to let you know she was heading out so you knew it was time to leave the shower so you could let Oscar back in. Standing in your room trying to figure out what to wear you decided on a pair of black leggings and one of oscars hoodie that you stole from him. You just needed to be comfy. As you were pulling the hoodie down over your head you heard the door buzzz. Heading out the the front door you pulled it open to find Oscar with 4 shopping bags. He walked past you to the kitchen and put them on the counter. ‘What exactly did you buy Oscar I only asked for a pack of pads and a soda” you asked quizzically, with what you were sure was a confused look on your face.

‘Well you said always overnight but they had 2 different kinds and I didn’t want to call you so I got both and then i got you some Advil, i mean I don’t know if that works for that kind of pain’ he said gesturing towards your stomach ‘but, i got it anyway and the lady at the store said it was good and suggested i get you something sweet and I couldn’t decide on one, so i bought one of every candy and...’ he didn’t get to finish his rambling because you walked over to him and kissed him lovingly to interrupting, he responded by holding your neck firmly in place and meeting you with the same level of passion. Pulling away for oxygen you looked up into the liquid brown eyes of Oscar Diaz and all you could say is ‘I love You’. “Go sit down mama I’m making breakfast” was his response. “Ummmm...I kinda wanted ice cream for breakfast’ you said. ‘Ice cream is not breakfast. No wonder i cant get cesear to eat any real food’ he teased you. Knowing you looked after the younger Diaz while he was locked up. ‘Hey. I eat real food but today my a baby maker wants ice cream so, I eat ice cream’ you joked. Walking over to the couch in the living room knowing he will never let you eat the ice cream first.

Settling down under the black throw that was on the couch you began to flick through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Settling on a romantic comedy. It wasn’t t long before Oscar walked over with your plate in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached you in Rebecca’s -queen of the kitchen-apron. Your attention then turned on the intoxicating smell drifting off the plate in his hand and settling in your nose. Homemade fluffy pancakes, eggs and fried salami (Oscar knew you weren’t a bacon person). He handed you the plate and placed his on the coffee table before heading back to the kitchen to remove the apron and grab your drinks. By the time he returned you were already half way through your meal. As he sat down to begin his meal. You were full and much more happy, you still couldn’t escape what you could only assume to be a stabbing taking place in your stomach but this is as happy as you were gonna get. You were content. Watching Oscar eat you eyes drifted to the santos tattoo on is neck and dirty thoughts began popping into your head. Just filthy thoughts, scooting a little closer to your man you kissed it midway him bringing some eggs to his mouth. He paused looking at you from the side through those long eyelashes with a lifted eyebrow.

That put your hormones in overdrive, you wanted him now! ‘ I liked the breakfast’ was all you could manage. Shaking his head he returned to his meal. You kissed his tattoo again, then licked it and then began sucking it. You hadn’t realized Oscar had put his dish down when he lifted you onto his lap. You were face to face, sitting on his lap you noticed he was a little hard. Biting your lip and now staring at his lips thinking of all the possibilities you could do with his mouth he smiled. Damnit the dimples. At this point you couldn’t blame the full wetness on the blood. Ugh, why did you have to have a period. ‘Hi’ he said still smiling. “Hi” you smiled back, clearing your throat “ummm... I really, really liked the breakfast” you continued. “I appreciate the gratitude and the delivery of it but, I don’t think you should start something you cant finish right now in your current state” he replied. ‘Oh’ you answered climbing off of him bringing you knees to your chest. You know his rejection was well placed and he was right but with your hormones all over the place it hit you harder than you expected. ‘Hey, hey he said moving it closer to you. You know I would do absolutely terrible things to you Mi amor, but your not at 100 right now and I don’t want you feel like you have to have sex for me to stay. Okay? He asked. ‘Yeah, umm.. that wasn’t for you but, Okay.’ nodding you moved over to curl up next to him as he finished his meal. Peaking up at him every now ad then you started thinking about how you both had changed.

You knew Oscar essentially Your entire life. Your dad’s were cool and so Oscar spent a lot of time in your fathers auto shop learning, since your dad never had a son he welcomed the apprenticeship. You were no tomboy and completely against anything other than reading. It wasn’t that far fetched you and Oscar began dating in high school. You remembered the first time getting your period and trying to explain what was happening to him; you not even knowing yourself. ‘So your bleeding’ twelve year old Oscar asked. ‘Yes’ you replied. ‘From your Vagina’ he whispered. ‘ yes’ you whispered back. “So... why does this happen?’ He asked. ‘Well my mom said when you are growing up it happens when you don’t have a baby. I think’ you replied. ‘So, your body is hurting you because you don’t have a baby?’he asked. ‘Ummm... yeah, I guess’ you answered. ‘So why not just have a baby? Said Oscar ‘ I asked that too, my dad said because he’ll kill me. So I guess I’m suppose to just suffer in silence’ you answered.

The memory bought a smile to your face and a small giggle escaped your lips causing Oscar to glance down quizzically at you now cuddled up next to him with your head on his shoulders. “ I was just remembering the first time I got my period and you thought having a baby would be the answer to all my menses related problems” you answered his unspoken question. ‘It still could be’ was all he replied shaking his head’ Smiling, most likely remembering the memory too. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier’ he continued. ‘It’s just being me...well people... its hard...-I know’ you cut him of. ‘Being you is hard and you not only have to think about you but the gang as well , Cesar....Me. I know you, your head goes to the worst possible scenario automatically. I know how worried you get. I should have checked my phone. I’m sorry too” you said pecking him on the cheek. With a quick nod of the head he returned his attention back to the screen. He wasn’t a man of many words. You two watched movies for the rest of the night. There were far and few instances when you had Oscar to yourself. When he was Oscar and not spooky. You relished these moments, these feelings and saved them for times when being is girlfriend seems less than ideal. For tonight, it’s enough to just cuddle up with your man and watch a movie.

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crystalwillow · 4 years

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What The Future Holds – Oliver x F!MC

A/N: Another Oliver and female mc imagine. I do have ones with other characters planned, I just am in love with this man right now and refuse to shut up about him. He is in someway my poorly treated Tyril. He has potential for major character development and a great redemption arc but is being paid D-U-S-T!!

Anyway, I’m tagging @jaxsmutsuo & @greedy-choices in this because this idea was encouraged in my brain by the two lovelies 😊

I hope you enjoy this my loves, as I will be taking a break from writing as frequently whilst I work a couple of other projects I have going on 😊

tyrilsnightbloom xo

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It was a little while after dinner and a few days since Charlie, Edward, Oliver, and you had witnessed Oliver’s Father murder Charlie’s father in cold blood and fled from the mansion where a ball was taking place. Thankfully this time round, Oliver was treating you all way nicer, and had given your crew their own cabins to sleep in, some of you had to bunk in with someone else, but you made do with what you had and thanked Oliver every chance you got. You were sitting with him in his cabin as he sat on the chair at his desk, face screwed up as his pen moved angrily across the paper in front of him. “Oliver. Could you at least try to relax your shoulders?” you asked him but like with your previous questions he ignored it and carried on writing furiously. “ARGH!” he shouted loudly as he screwed up what felt like the billionth piece of paper and threw it onto the floor with the others, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing. You got up off his bed and walked over to him, massaging his shoulders, slowly feeling him relax into your touch as you worked out the knots in his neck and shoulders. “Damn. You’re really worked up huh?” you commented trying to start a conversation. “I witnessed my father murder a friend of my lover’s father. How could I not be worked up?” he snapped but immediately stood up turning to you and looking guilty. “Sorry.. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. It was unca-“ he was apologizing when you cut him off with a kiss. “It’s okay Oliver. I understand.” You smiled softly and pulled him to his bed, ordering he lay down and rest. He discards half his clothes and gets comfortable on his bed, you covering him over. “What? You’re not joining me?” he asked with a smirk. “We both know if I did, you wouldn’t rest.” You smirked back, walking out of the room back out onto the deck. “Where’s the Lieutenant?” Officer Doyle asked as you stopped halfway across the deck, “I recommended he rest then clean up the paper he’s been throwing on his floor. The man’s... broken” you frowned. Doyle sharing your emotion comes over and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are.. you okay?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Tis not me we need to be worried about. It’s Oliver and... and Charlie... she- she...” you stammered with a sniffle as a tear ran down your cheek. “We’ll make things right, Miss Bellamy. The admiral is a power-hungry fool and soon he will get his comeuppance.” He reassures with his face crumpled up in determination. You thank him for his kind words and reassurance then headed off to find Charlie. You were searching every room when you came across Edward, “Ah, Captain! Have you seen Charlie?” you called to him, but he shook his head sadly as he returned to rolling up ropes and storing them safely. You continued your search but returned to your own room to rest for a bit, but startled a little as you walked in. “Charlie.” You sighed thankfully and shut the door before taking a seat next to her on your bed. “I was looking everywhere for you. What brought you here?” you asked but she just shrugged. Her eyes bright red from tears and you could tell she was in an awfully fragile state. Without saying another word you scooped her into a warm hug, rubbing her back as she sobbed into your shoulder. She cried for hours, well into the night before finally hiccupping and coming to a stop as she fell asleep on your shoulder. Gently you removed her weapons, placing them on the side and tucked her into your bed before sneaking out to go up on the main deck and get some air.

You stood at the edge of the ship as you looked out over the waters, calming at the sound of the gentle waves mixed with the smell of salt on the air. “Couldn’t sleep?” a voice sounded, scaring you a little. You turned your head to find Edward staring at the ocean, red rings circling his eyes. “No offence but you look scary in this light, from my angle.” You joked with a small chuckle. Edward chuckling too. “I keep having nightmares of my past, except... ‘tis not my past. Miss. Bellamy... I’m dreaming of what my life would be like had I stayed true to the admiral. I- I dream that I kill Charlie’s father..” He confesses as his voice breaks. Heart aching for his pain you walk over to him and give him a warm sibling like embrace, “But you aren’t that version of yourself Eddy. You’re not a monster. You’re a caring, kind and empathetic man who cares. You’re a beautiful person inside and out. Annoying at times but that’s why I call you brother. It’s how I think of you. I always will” you smile and kiss his cheek as a sister would to their brother. “You should go back to your bed and try to sleep though. Because seriously... red eyes are not a good look on you.” You chuckle and head towards Oliver’s chambers and knock politely. When there’s no answer you get worried given the state you left Oliver in earlier, so you try the door, finding it unlocked and quietly walk inside and close the door. When you turn around you gasp, covering your eyes and trying not to laugh. “UMMMM Oliver?” you ask, and he stands to attention by his bed looking equally as mortified with what you just walked in on, quickly pulling his clothes back on and clearing his throat to let you know he’s now decent. “I.... guess you like my music...” you grin as you swipe your phone up from his desk. “It’s um.... different.” He blushes. “You know from my time, what you were just doing is called twerking, though humans tend to do it ummm... clothed.” You commented causing him to blush even harder. “it did seem to hurt... a certain body part” Oliver humored. The two of you bursting out in laughter. “Well... I guess you’re feeling a little better?” you asked as you regained your composure. “Yeah.” Oliver smiled at you pulling you close by your belt loop. “Do you have any... slow songs?” he asked, voice low and raspy, eyes full of love as he stares deeply into your soul. “Um... let’s see...” you said as you scrolled through your brought music. “here. I like this one.” You smile as you put on a song called ‘Lights Down Low’ by an artist called MAX, Oliver taking your hands in his and slowly swaying in the middle of his room. Both of you smiling, feeling each other’s heartbeats, and feeling every tickling breath as you swayed in the dim light of his chambers, Oliver adding a few surprise spins in before pinning yo up against the wall and crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss filled with passion and love, the two of you kissing until you had no oxygen left in your lungs, pulling away from each other gasping for breath with matching small smiles as you look at each other. “I don’t know what the future holds for us Miss. Bellamy, but I sure hope you choose to stay here. I haven’t a clue what I’d do without you here now. I would be lying if I said it would be easy to find another love after you.” He rasps quietly. You looked into his eyes “I’d try to take you with me. If I absolutely had to go back to the future you know. I couldn’t leave you either. I’d rather die a cat lady.” You chuckled barely above a whisper. That night you blew out the last candle and got into bed with Oliver. It was a tight squeeze, but the closeness was welcomed mutually between the two of you, the moonlight falling over Oliver’s now sleepy resting form perfectly, as you closed your eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, “Goodnight my travelling angel” Oliver whispered, kissing the crown of your head lightly before also falling asleep peacefully beside you.

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heartfulofsighs · 6 years

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The Sad Sexy Times

Warnings: 18+ Smut Explicit Sex, Vanilla Sex

This is the second part in a series stemming from @negrowhat and I discussing weird things the boys could probably do during or after sex. It’s completely hypothetical and not meant to be serious in the least bit. I just thought it would be fun to get it all down. Hope you all enjoy and please note it’s completely fine to express emotions during sex ;) A link to the first part featuring Jb is here.

“Ok so when is the interview?” He asked as you turned left then right in the mirror. You made a thinking face then turned back to face him.

“Next week.” You chimed. He nodded looking you over seriously. He took your request to help you pick an outfit very seriously. Yugyeom had cleared his day just to come over and help you decide. No easy feat for someone as busy as he was.

“What?” You asked as you raised your arms in your blue sweater. He bit his lip, “do you have a brighter sweater?” He asked. You frowned turning back to the mirror to study yourself.

“What’s wrong with this color?” You asked, “business casual is suppose to be dark colors.” You added.

“But you look better in bright colors. Don’t you have an orange sweater?” He asked his voice earnest. “Just try it on and see how that looks.” He pushed. You rolled your eyes and decided to indulge him. He was after all doing you the favor. You left him on your couch in the front room and disappeared into the bedroom where you had other options laid out including the surprise you had for him. You had bought the black sheer nighty at the same time you got the blue sweater he thought was too dark. You pulled the sweater off and held up the scrap of black fabric designed to get him going. This tiny black lace would end the drought. Truthfully you enjoyed that he was so restrained and polite. But a girl could only take so many make-out sessions that stopped just short. You were sure one more would fry your mind completely. Hopefully wrapping yourself in an irresistible package was the answer. You put it down then went back to your closet to check for the orange sweater. You wanted to at least indulge him with that.

“See?!” He got up and looked you over, “wear this one it’s so much better.” He said. You had to admit he was right. It brightened your skin and made you seem more approachable.

“Ok, now how do you feel about these pants?” You asked shifting his attention. His eyes scanned down your legs. You could see him in the mirror lingering on a few places. You let him have his look for a while before you cleared your throat to snap him back to attention.

“I like them.” He finally said. “Do you not?” He asked.

“I have a skirt, and a dress I wanted to show you.” You explained. He sat back on the couch and crossed his long legs.

“That’s fine...bring them out.” He said. He was unsuspecting as you paraded out in the dress with the peter pan collar. He liked it. He even stood up from the couch again to play with the sleeves.

“You have tons of shirts that have sleeves like this.” You pointed out as he raised your arms and made you flap them like birds. You let him have his way for a bit pretending that he was acting silly then you pulled your arms away.

“You look so cute!” He said. “How come you never wear this?” He asked. You shrugged and looked down at your sleeves. You played with the material, “I just bought it, don’t worry I’ll wear it a lot.” You said giving him a little twirl. He enjoyed that giving you a little cheer as you stopped in front of him again. He cupped your face and rubbed his thumbs up and down your cheeks.

“I just have the skirt left.” You said as you put your hands on his arms. He smiled down at you and nodded.

“Then a movie maybe?” He asked. This was the path he always suggested when he wanted to kiss you. You wondered how he stood it, how he held himself back because the last time you had curled up and watched a movie he kissed you until you both were gasping, necks covered in tiny love bites. You had been holding onto his shirt so tightly waiting for him to touch you. For him to lay you down on the couch and soothe the ache he had started. He didn’t though he looked away and took gigantic breathes.

“Maybe I should go...I have to be up really early.” He had said. And it took everything for you not to whine at him. Why did you have to let his shirt go instead of taking it off? You shook the memory off because today was going to be different. You were going to tell him what you wanted and hopefully he wanted the same thing.

“Yeah maybe a movie.” You granted. He let you go and you moved past him back to your bedroom. It was now or never.

You stripped down and began to hastily clean up your bedroom. Your heart was slamming in your chest as you worked. Once your clothes were put away you slipped on the nighty and stood in front of the mirror.

“You look good.” You told yourself. Then you turned to your bedroom door.

“Yugy!” You called carefully. There was a pause and then he answered, “are you ok?”

“My zipper’s stuck!” You said. You scrambled up your bed to sit at the head. You felt sexy, hopefully he thought the same.

“Do you need help?!” He asked. You rolled your eyes, “yes Yugy!”

You took a huge breath. He was coming down the hall, any second he would open the door and see you. The knob turned and then he was walking in eyes lowered. When he raised his head and saw you his mouth dropped. It was easy to trace the path of his blush from his ears to his cheeks to his neck. You had seen him embarrassed from time to time but never had he turned so red so quickly.

“Ummmm…” He swallowed. It was now or never. “Come here Geom.” You pitched you voice low and used your hand to gesture him closer. He moved eyes glued to your body. His knees hit the bed. He looked down at them then back at you.

“All the way.” You instructed using the same soothing tone. He crawled up and stopped right in front of you. He reached out his hand grazing your thigh ever so carefully, “You weren’t planning to wear this for the interview right?” He asked. You sighed at looked down at yourself, “You don’t think I could pull it off?” You asked. You could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed again. He was at a loss for what to say. Any bravado evaporated as he looked at you. You sat forward impatience getting the best of you. You pressed your lips against his and wrapped your arms around his neck. He responded his hands tracing down your sides to grab your waist. Today wasn’t going to end in frustration. You pulled away to whisper in his ear, “I really want you Yugy.”

He went completely still. He sat back giving the two of you space while still keeping his hands on your waist.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your heart hammering, “is it me? Am I being too pushy?”

He shook his head his hair falling in his eyes.

“It’s not you.” He said quietly.

“Then what is it?” You used your hands to rub his shoulders, “you can tell me, it’s better to talk things out.” You assured him. He sighed.

“I’ve never had sex before.” He stated simply. He bit his bottom lip and looked at you slowly, “it’s embarrassing…” He whispered. You shook your head and rubbed harder at his shoulders.

“It’s not embarrassing.” You told him.

“I,” he stopped and his blush returned, “I want you to feel good.” He whispered. You pulled him closer and set your lips on his, “I will, you don’t have to worry about that baby.” You assured him. You felt him relax a bit.

“That’s really the only reason you haven’t made a move on me yet?” You asked quietly. “You sure...it’s not anything else...like how I look or-”

He stopped you with a furious shake of his head. “Don’t say that, you know you’re beautiful.” He pushed some of your hair out of your face, “so beautiful that I get nervous every time I think about holding you.” He confessed.

“Don’t be nervous.” You said. You pushed your hand through his hair so you could see his eyes. They were shining as he smiled up at you. It took a little coaxing but he laid down and let you lead. You unbuttoned his shirt and trailed kisses down his neck and chest. He sucked in a breath.

“You have to let me know if I do something you don’t like.” You whispered. He nodded. It was fun to be in control, to be the one making him squirm and gasp. You teased first one nipple than the other while your slowly rolled your hips down against him. He groaned as you left bright red and purple marks on his chest before you moved down, your hands settling on the fly of his jeans. When you looked up at him you could see his nervousness, “relax.” You whispered again. He nodded his head. You unzipped his pants and were surprised to find that he had gone commando.

“No undies?” You asked, “are you sure you didn’t have plans for me today?” You asked. He laughed a little and shook his head, “I’m just not a huge fan of them.” He said. His laugh stopped as soon as you gripped him. You licked all the way from his base to his tip. He shuddered and covered his face whining your name. He shook harder when you took him all the way into your mouth and sucked. His hips chased the heat of your mouth as you pulled up and released him with a pop.

“Mmmmm, you taste good.” You said. He shook harder, his blush spreading to his chest, “don’t say that Noona it’s embarrassing.” He whined. You couldn’t help but feel a little powerful. Here he was laid out for you and you were turning him into a whimpering mess. No one else got to see this side of him. Pliant and whining while you bobbed you head. Begging as you licked his tip. He was sweating by the time you pulled away from him licking your lips.

“Look at me baby.” You said. He pulled his arms away. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyes were low.

“You’re so cute!” You teased. He managed to frown some of his usual bravado making an appearance, “I’m not.” He argued. You pumped him in your hand and he bit his lip hard. His eyes were glued to you. You let him go then pulled the nighty over your head. His eyes widened and his hands lifted to touch you.

“So pretty.” He whispered as he palmed your breast, “so soft.” He added. You let him touch, let him learn a little more about your body. Before you began to line yourself up with him.

“Wait,” He whispered. You paused confused.

“I wanna taste you too.” He said. He sounded so adorable. Any other time you would have said, ‘yes of course’ but your body couldn’t stand to wait. You were more than impatient.

“Later baby ok?” You said. He nodded and took in a large breath. You were slow, the stretch was delicious and you wanted to feel it inch by inch. He tensed under you until he was fully inside. Then he held your hips and groaned, “so warm, Noona how are you this warm?” He asked. You didn’t have an answer for him. All you could do was roll your hips and moan softly.You set an even pace mind focused on just feeling him. This is what you needed, the connection, this is what your body had been waiting for. His moans matched with yours lulling into a sort of trance state until he gripped your thighs hard enough to snap your eyes open.

“On top…” he got out between strained breaths. You nodded and he flipped you both. At first he was gentle keeping the pace near the one you had. But it wasn’t enough, he sped up his pelvis snapping forward. You cursed and dug your nails into his back as he bucked into you harder. He held you to his chest grunting in your ear until you couldn’t take it. Your release tore through your body leaving you breathless. You shuddered and jolted hard around him causing his hips to stutter.

“Noona I-” his words were caught off by a chest rattling sob. Your eyes snapped open the bliss of your orgasm still coursing through you. He was still pushing into you as you shook.

“Let go baby.” You whispered. He raised his head to look at you and you were a bit shocked to see tears streaming down his face.

“Feels so good.” He got out. Then he stopped and held your hips tightly his face scrunching up. He let out a body shaking groan and you felt him as he began to fill you. The tears flowed harder. So hard that they began to drip onto your face and chest. He shuddered then went limp on top of you. You patted his back while he sniffled and cried.

“Baby…” you finally began. He sniffed hard and raised his head to look at you. “Why are you crying?” You asked gently, “is something wrong?” You waited for his answer wondering if you should wipe at his face or not.

“I don’t know...it just all felt so good…” He whispered, “I’m sorry.” He ducked his head and buried it into your chest. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this...I’m so sorry.”

You felt like a horrible person suddenly. How could you be so cruel? You patted his back and cooed at him.

“Don’t be sorry. Everyone is allowed to cry.” You told him in a firm voice. He exhaled and peeked back up at you, “even during sex?” He asked. You nodded your face reassuring, “even during sex.” You pushed. It took a moment for him to accept your answer. But once he did he beamed at you and then cuddled you close, “can we do it again Noona?” He asked. You laughed and took a large breath, “yeah sure, but let’s nap first.”

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Everything Comes Back To You (1/3)

Summary: Waking up to the love of his life screaming and the thought of what Patrick did to him was all too much for Richie to ignore. In that moment, he had two choices. He could walk away and spare the man who hurt Eddie. Or he could sleep soundly at night, knowing he could never hurt another person the same way. It was the easiest decision he had ever made. He couldn't let the piece of scum get away with it. He wouldn't.

Pairings: Reddie & Benverly (with a small side of Stan/Patty)

WARNINGS: Underage Drinking. Homophobic Slurs. Graphic Description of Violence. Blood and Injury. Vomiting. Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con. Attempted Rape/Non-con. Prison AU.

Notes: Please read the above warnings. They are very important. This fic is dark and angsty so please beware of that before you read.

(Read on AO3)

June 2018

“I can't do it, Richie. I just can't!”

Trembling fingers fiddled with the white envelope tucked between them. It held that place for the longest time; once freshly plucked from the mail box now covered in fingerprints of a boy too nervous to view the contents. Eddie knew exactly what it held, his future. Whether it foretold a happy ending or not, he was not prepared to discover. For precisely this reason, the thick envelope was also marked by the fingerprints of a boy with every faith the contents would paint a positive picture of their future. As quickly as he received the piece of mail, it was torn from his grip.

“You open it. No, I'll do it. I can't handle you pulling one of your bullshit pranks right now!”

The chuckle to slip from his lips warranted him an intense glare from his boyfriend. He pressed his lips together tightly, pressing his thumb and index finger against them and turning the imaginary key before playfully tossing it over his shoulder. Every ounce of his being knew Eddie was currently a nervous wreck over the envelope in his hands. Rightfully so, Richie supposed. But he didn't need to read what was written inside because he already knew the truth. Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew what was written inside confirmed the future they had been planning for some time now. Convincing Eddie of such had been a struggle he had yet to overcome.

Before Eddie could stop him, Richie reached over and snatched the envelope from his grip. He flew off the couch as Eddie lunged over to take it back, holding it over his head. Now Eddie wasn't much shorter than him, but it was enough keep it just out of his reach. Richie reached up with his other hand and began tearing the envelope open.

“Give me the envelope, Richie,” Eddie demanded, his voice firm, but wavering at the same time. “I'm not fucking around.”

Richie lowered his arms to cup both of Eddie's cheeks between his hands, white envelope now pressed against his face. He crushed his lips to Eddie's, an action that felt awkward until he relaxed enough to let his pout fade away. Richie smiled against his lips at the content hum he heard from his boyfriend. Slowly, and after some time, he pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. Soft brown eyes fluttered open to look up into the bright blue eyes he fell in love with so many years ago.

“You coulda fooled me,” Richie whispered, dropping the envelope to hold it against Eddie's chest, the seam holding it together already torn. “Open it, Eds.”

“Okay,” he said softly, his fingers picking noncommittally at the frayed edges of the envelope. It was only when Richie gave him a pressing look did he pull the papers out and scan his eyes over the words. “Dear Mr. Kaspbrak, we are pleased to inform you...” he read aloud, but his words quickly trailed off at the implications of the first few. His eyes went wide as he stared up, meeting Richie's eyes once again. “Richie! They're pleased to inform me!”

“I told you!” Richie exclaimed happily, immediately wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist and lifting him off the ground. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around Richie's neck as he spun them around ecstatically. “I knew it! I knew you would get in!”

Richie's heart fluttered as Eddie smiled up at him and he swore he could see the stars in his eyes. A whole universe even. They lit up with a wonder of potential; Richie knew he could spend the rest of his life getting lost in such a vast universe and still, somehow, he would never explore it all. But oh, did he ever plan on trying. The small velvet box, that had maintained residence in his pocket for the last month, told him so.

“I would like to call Edward Kaspbrak to the stand.”

Reality came crashing down around him, much faster than he liked. His whole body flinched at the sound of his name jolting him out of his thoughts. A once happy memory now faded with the stench of fear and guilt as shaky legs moved him towards the stand.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a seat and found his eyes scanning out over the room. In no way was it packed; there was a slew of empty seats scattered among the occupied ones. But Eddie still felt like the entire world was in that courtroom, watching him, hanging on his every last word. He hadn't even begun talking yet; he wasn't sure he would even be able to. But unfortunately, he had absolutely no choice in the matter.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, would you start by telling us your whereabouts the night of June 18th?”

Eddie's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his hands sliding back and forth against his khakis, desperate to dry the nervous sweat collecting there. “Ummmm....it all started at our friend, Ben's graduation party...”

“You should tell them the good news!”

The two of the them walked hand in hand up the driveway leading to Ben's house. His parents had been planning a weekend out of town for the last couple months and thus, they had all been planning a graduation party just as long. Was the timing actually one big coincidence? Perhaps. Or did his parents leave knowingly, basically giving Ben permission to throw a rager? Richie had his theories. But they were about to party the night away so no one really cared to question it.

“I will,” Eddie said with a sigh, his thumb brushing mindlessly against the soft skin of Richie's wrist. The action subconsciously soothed him; things were changing and there was no stopping it. While they were amazing changes, a big part of him remained terrified at the mere thought.

It was the summer after high school. They had a brief moment to breathe and enjoy a carefree summer before heading off in all different directions to chase seven different dreams. When they would see each other again after this summer, none of them knew. Soon Bill would be off at art school; Stan would be working towards becoming a CPA; Bev and Ben planned to backpack around Europe; Mike would be the only one of them to remain in Derry as he was set to take over his grandfather's farm. They were all beginning the rest of their lives and for most of them that meant getting far away from Derry.

They were finally getting out and, in a few short months, they would be in New York, sharing a studio apartment. Eddie had every last detail meticulously planned out. Ever since he was young, taking piano lessons from the elderly woman next door, his dream was clear. He would be at Julliard, learning from teachers he'd been idolizing for years and years.

Richie, on the other hand, didn't know much more than Eddie and New York. Everything else, he could figure out when they arrived. But Eddie knew that he would find something great, some passion he could make a living out of. Richie was, and had always been, the life of the party. A boring life was never in the cards for him.

“Can we just enjoy the party tonight?” Eddie asked, “I don't wanna ruin everyone's fun by bringing up how it's gonna be years before we see each other again.”

Richie let out a chuckle, “Okay, first of all, I doubt it'll be years. And everyone's gonna be so excited for you Eds!” The two of them paused as they stepped up on the porch, standing right outside the door. A soft rhythmic beat could be heard from the other side, as well as laughter and happy cheers. Richie had a cheesy smile plastered on his face as he looked down at Eddie. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. “I am so incredibly proud of you.”

Eddie threw both of his arms around Richie's neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. He buried his face in boyfriend's neck and inhaled the soft scent that was so distinctly Richie, a mix of smoke and cologne, with the slightest hint of mint. While Eddie didn't much care for the smell of smoke, he could breathe in this scent for hours and still not be satisfied.

The sound of the door swinging open brought them apart, both turning to find Bev standing in the doorway. She had a red cup in one hand, whatever liquid in there spilling as she threw both of her arms up in the air.

“You guys are finally here!” she exclaimed, “Now stop making out and get in here!”

Richie shook his head fondly as Bev reached down to grab his hand, yanking him inside. He reached out at the last second, grabbing onto Eddie's hand and effectively tugging him right along with them.

The party was definitely a bit more than either of them expected. But, in a small town like Derry, word of a party tended to spread around pretty quickly. They might not have been that popular, but free alcohol was.

The living room was full of teenagers, most of which held cups and bottles while they danced along to the music. The kitchen was an entirely different scene, filled with those grabbing a drink and using the quiet atmosphere to stand around and chat.

“I'm gonna grab a beer. You want anything baby?”

Eddie laughed, gesturing to where Bev was taking a huge gulp from her cup. “I'll have whatever Bev's having.”

“So what you're telling me Mr. Kaspbrak is that Mr. Tozier was under the influence when the two of you left the party?”

“No! That's not what I'm saying at all!” Eddie shouted defensively, earning him a stern look from the judge. His tone softened as he continued, “Richie had one beer. By the time we left the party, it'd been plenty of time for it to be out of his system.”

“What about you? How much did you have to drink that night?”

Eddie shifted nervously under the unwavering stare of the prosecutor. In all honesty, he had lost track that night. He took drink after drink from Bev without question and ever since then, he was filled with nothing but regret.

“You're gonna regret this in the morning Eddie,” Richie said as he watched Bev hand him another shot. He watched his boyfriend toss it back with ease, slamming the glass down on the counter with an excited shout.

“Who cares?”

Richie snickered to himself, taking a sip of his beer as his eyes remained fixed on Eddie. He danced around wildly, joined by Bev who seemed to have made it her mission to completely outdo him, both in drinking and wild dance moves.

“Have you figured out what you're doing now that we've graduated?” Ben asked curiously, standing next to him in the kitchen. His gaze was as equally fixed on Bev, as his was on Eddie. When Richie softly shook his head, Ben went on, “You really gotta think about your future Richie.”

A fond sparkle shone in Richie's eyes when Eddie looked over at him with a big smile. “I'm looking at it, Ben.”

The seriousness of the moment crumbled away as laughter broke out between the two of them, watching in adoration while the other pair danced away in the living room filled with so many of their friends and classmates.

Richie pushed off the counter he was leaning on and moved over to where the two were dancing. With his beer in one hand, he rested the other on Eddie's hip, lightly guiding him back against his body. Eddie peeked his shoulder and flashed Richie a carefree grin, so wide it could only be a result of the multitude of alcohol he consumed in a short amount of time.

Richie chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple before Eddie turned back around, suddenly excited as the next song began to play. Bev moved over to dance in front of him, mimicking Richie's actions with a hand on Eddie's opposite hip and effectively sandwiching him between the two of them. The two of them howled with laughter as Richie craned his head back, calling out to Ben, who remained against the counter with a beer in hand.

“Benny boy! Come join us!”

Ben shook his head, a seemingly fond sparkle in his eyes as Bev shouted in agreement, “Yeah, dance with me hot stuff!”

He downed the rest of his beer and set the bottle down on the counter, moving over to join the other three. Standing behind Bev, he rested both of his hands on her waist, using the grip to keep her as steady as he could while she danced along to the music. For a few songs, they stayed like this, the four of them dancing along to the varying beats of the music.

Richie leaned in to whisper in Eddie's ear, “I'm gonna go grab a smoke.”

At these words, Eddie spun around, letting out a disgusted groan, “Baby, c'mon, you said you were gonna quit.”

“Yeah, I'm going to. Once we get to New york,” Richie reminded him, playfully sticking his tongue out and grabbing the empty cup from Eddie's hand.

Eddie rolled his eyes affectionately, “Fine, just go!”

The music continued to blare loudly over the speakers, the thick bass of the song vibrating the floorboards and spurring on the mass of dancing bodies. Ben returned to the kitchen and was now chatting with Bill while Eddie and Bev kept tearing it up on the dance floor.

Along with the beat of the music, Bev took Eddie's hand and lifted their arms up, prompting him to twirl underneath them. He did so with a laugh, the circular motion causing him to stumble a few feet and lose the grip on her hand. The two of them continued to laugh even as Eddie bumped into a stationary figure.

“Oopsie,” Eddie giggled drunkenly, using the hands planted on the stranger's chest to push off and away. But before he fully could, a pair of hands moved down to roughly grab his hips, keeping him in place. The moment sobered him slightly, the fear he felt when his gaze met a familiarly villainous face.

“Get away from me Patrick,” he muttered, smacking an uncoordinated hand against his chest as he struggled against the hands holding him in place.

“You heard him!” Bev yelled and rushed over to his side, shoving her hand against Patrick's shoulder. She made a move to break the contact between the two of them, but before she could rip his arm away, Richie came barreling over, his face twisted with anger.

He didn't stop, or even hesitate for a second, striding right over to him and pushing both of his hands against Patrick's chest. The forced resulted in him nearly falling back, crashing into multiple party-goers in his attempt to catch himself on the couch.

“Hey look, it's the other cocksucker.”

“You sure you're not looking a mirror Hockstetter?” Richie taunted him, now moving to stand in front of Eddie, effectively blocking him from Patrick.

“Richie, stop,” Eddie begged him gently, tugging on the sleeve of his boyfriend's sleeve. “It's fine. I can take care of myself.”

Richie yanked his arm away and broke the grip Eddie had on his shirt. “I know baby but you're really drunk right now,” he told Eddie, turning and urging him to take a couple steps back as Patrick regained his center.

“Yeah, c'mon Richie,” Patrick said mockingly, taking a step closer to Richie.

Before he could take another step, or spew any more venomous words, Richie pulled his fist back and hurtled it forward, the blow connecting with Patrick's jaw. “Don't you ever touch him again.”

“Richie, please stop!” Eddie insisted, visibly shaken by the whole situation. “It's not worth it.”

Patrick let out a bark of laughter, sounding absolutely maniacal as he gripped his bruising jaw, “Yeah? Or what?”

The thought of Patrick's hands on Eddie had Richie seething, his clenched fists trembling with a blinding rage he had never quite felt before.

“If you ever lay a hand on him ever again, I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You.”

“Mr. Kaspbrak, would you say that this, in fact, was all Mr. Tozier's fault? That things would not have escalated the way they did if he hadn't provoked Mr. Hockstetter?”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his chest tightening at the nature of the question. Tears were beginning to gather in his eyes and the largest part of him wanted to beg them not to make him answer that question. When his eyes fluttered open, lips parting to stutter out an answer, he found Richie's gaze on him. An enormous amount of guilt washed over him at the words on the tip of his tongue, ready to place blame on Richie for the outcome of their situation. He held no desire to do so, but under oath, he had absolutely no choice.

“Objection, your honor! He's asking Mr. Kaspbrak to form an opinion!”

Before the judge could respond, the prosecutor spoke again, “I'll rephrase. Did Mr. Tozier say the phrase, and I quote, 'If you ever lay a hand on him ever again, I will fucking kill you.'?”

Eddie's lip quivered as he took in a deep breath, tears trickling down his cheeks. His eyes slipped shut once again, a shaky hand reaching up to cover his mouth.

After a tense moment of silence, the prosecutor's voice startled him out of his thoughts, “Mr. Kaspbrak, please answer the question. Did Mr. Tozier tell Mr. Hockstetter that he would kill him if he ever touched you again?”

Never before had Eddie felt such a desperate desire to remain silent. He refused to meet Richie's desperate gaze, ashamed by the guilt that consumed him. Every bone in his body ached. One word. A simple one word answer would suffice. It would also, unfortunately, damn Richie and lead the entire court to believe what happened after the party was, in fact, all his fault. Eddie hated himself, every single second he thought the exact same thing.

“Yes.”

The sky darkened overhead as night crept up on them. Eddie's gaze remained fixed on the way the headlights dragged along the pavement. It only broke away when Richie brought their intertwined hands up, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles. Eddie rested his head back against the seat, watching Richie intently. The way his lips pursed tightly in concentration, the furrow of his brow as his eyes remained fixed on the road. One hand sat on top of the steering wheel while the other rested with his on Richie's lap. Moments like this made up for all the other shitty ones they endured over the years.

“You know, your big mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day,” Eddie informed him, his feet resting up on the dashboard. The windows were rolled down, allowing a soft, summer breeze to waft through.

The roads were quiet, almost completely void of any other cars. After all, it was a rather secluded road to begin with and, what Richie referred to, as his secret shortcut. Eddie doubted its secrecy. But it was getting late and getting home any amount of time sooner sounded good to him.

“Jesus,” Richie swore under his breath as he released Eddie's hand to adjust his rearview mirror. A pair of bright headlights nearly blinded him as they shone through. Eddie frowned, his feet sliding off the dash as he spun around to see a car quickly approaching them. His stomach dropped in disbelief; the glare of the headlights made it hard to confirm but at first glance, Eddie was fairly certain he knew who the car belonged to.

“Richie,” he whispered, watching the car speed up until it was mere feet away. “Richie, I think you should pull over.”

Richie scoffed, maintaining his current speed, “No way. That's exactly what they want me to do.”

“Yeah, so I think you should do it!” Eddie insisted, his voice wavering slightly.

Richie seemed to notice this and reached over to squeeze Eddie's thigh reassuringly, “If they want to pass me, they can.”

“Richie, it's--”

Eddie's words were caught off by the loud roar of the car's acceleration, as it moved to drive right alongside them. Richie looked over and immediately recognized the scratched red paint, confirming his suspicions when his eyes locked with the driver. Patrick had the sickest smile on his face. Before Richie could even react, he watched Patrick yank the wheel to the side, effectively ramming his car right into the bed of his truck. Richie gripped the wheel tightly with both hands, managing to bring them back to the road after swerving slightly into the grass from the impact.

“Richie, pull over!” Eddie begged, his hands beginning to shake once again, fresh tears forming in his eyes.

Richie nodded quickly, motivated by the fearful tone in Eddie's voice and the way his heart was currently beating out of his chest. “Yeah, okay,” he muttered, taking his foot off the gas and turning the wheel towards the side of the road.

But Patrick seemed to have other plans as he once again drove his car into theirs. This time the hit was focused on the driver's side which, paired with the way his wheel had already been turning, caused them to spin. Richie did his best to straighten the wheel and take control of his vehicle, but it proved to be impossible as their tail end spun around. In the split second between flying off the road and knowing a crash was imminent, Richie threw his arm to the side out of pure instinct and pressed it firmly to Eddie's chest, in an attempt to brace him back against his seat. Just a moment later, Richie felt his head smack against the steering wheel as the bed of his truck collided with a tree.

The impact brought them to a complete stop, an eerie silence quickly falling around them. Eddie's head still felt as though it was spinning as he frantically searched their surroundings. Despite the dizziness rattling his brain, from what he could tell, there was no sign of the other car, or it's sadistic driver. His relief left as quickly as it came when he peered over at Richie in the drivers seat. Completely still, his body went limp in his seat and a trickle of blood dripped from beneath his hairline.

“Richie,” Eddie cried, his hands simply not moving fast enough as he frantically unbuckled himself, so he could scramble over to Richie. “Richie, please, answer me!”

He was answered with a soft groan, but no movement. Trembling hands moved to gently push Richie's hair back, trying to find exactly where the blood came from. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone, but in his heightened state of panic, he only managed to dial 9-1 before it fell from his loose grip and onto the floor of the truck.

“Fuck!” he shouted in frustration, reaching down to grab it. His face pressed against the bottom of the steering wheel, his fingers unable to find purchase as the phone remained just inches from his reach. He gasped in surprise when he heard the door behind him swing open. Whipping his head around, he fell back against the seat, paralyzed in fear by the sight of Patrick blocking the opened door. A sinister grin was etched on his face as he leaned forward and grabbed Eddie's ankle with a bruising grip.

“Get away from me!” Eddie screamed, his fight response immediately kicking in as he began to do just that. His legs kicked out wildly in front of him, attempting to break the hold Patrick had on him. He did just that when one of his kicks landed against Patrick's chest, which caused him to stumble back.

“Looks like this little faggot's got some fight in him,” Patrick chuckled darkly. He reached back into the truck and took a hold on both of his ankles, despite Eddie's desperate attempts to prevent it. Eddie's hands shot out to grab onto anything as Patrick used his grip to pull him from the truck, but his fingers scraped uselessly against the fabric of the seat. He groaned as he fell to the ground, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his already sore body. Despite the lack of air in his lungs, he rose to his feet and forced his to carry him. He had no specific direction to head, just away.

He heard a maniacal laugh from behind him, followed by words so dark it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Go ahead and run! Easy prey's no fun to hunt.”

Eddie made the mistake of looking behind him and was met with the terrifying sight of Patrick following after him. He wasn't even running, but rather slowly walking after him. When he spun his head back around, he didn't notice Victor in time before he ran right into him, knocking him back to the ground. His feet kicked into the soil, trying with all his might to scramble away from the man standing over him. His hand reached back to pull himself along, but ended up grasping at Patrick's boot as he now stood right behind Eddie. Before he could move, Patrick crouched down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He cried out in pain as Patrick used the grip to roughly yank his head back.

“Your boyfriend thinks he's real funny,” he growled, his other hand moving down to pop the button on his jeans open. “But now we're going to find out who the real cocksucker is.”

A surge of fear rushed through him as he adamantly shook his head. “Do not fucking touch me!” Eddie yelled, reaching up to dig his nails into Patrick's arm. When that did little to deter him, he pressed his nails in even deeper and raked them down the entire length of Patrick's arm. He let out a shout of pain and used his grip on Eddie's hair to throw his head to the ground.

“Motherfucker,” he laughed, letting the blood drip freely down his arm. Eddie used the opportunity to run over to the road, praying for a car to pass by, but his prayer went unanswered. Hopelessly, he fell to the ground, trembling legs giving out beneath him.

“You claim you felt your life was in danger and yet you just gave up?”

“I didn't 'give up',” Eddie said firmly, fingers curling in a pair of aggressive air quotes. “I fought with everything I had to get away from them. I scratched, I kicked, I screamed. I did everything I could to get away but I just couldn't go on any further. There's only so much torture a person can take before they...before they realize there may be no end in sight. That's how I felt when they pinned me to the ground.”

A broken sob escape his chest as he heard footsteps moving closer to him. A rough hand gripped his shoulder and flipped him onto his back, followed by a boot pressed to his chest, forcing him to the ground.

“Hold his hand down,” Patrick ordered to Victor, who immediately knelt down beside Eddie and pinned his hand to the ground. He frantically smacked his other hand against Patrick's leg, with every ounce of strength he could muster.

“His other one too,” Patrick demanded angrily, seemingly unfazed by the multiple blows against him. Victor took his other hand and slammed it against the pavement, throwing all his weight into his knee as he pressed it against his hand. The grin Patrick wore made Eddie's stomach churn; this couldn't be happening.

Patrick straddled his thighs, rendering his legs completely useless. He tried to thrash around but all the weight holding him down prevented it from doing any good. Patrick took hold of his wrist, the hand which still had his blood underneath the fingernails.

In that moment, Eddie felt hopeless. He physically couldn't fight back and, in the back of his mind, he knew nothing could hurt more than the thought of Richie still laying motionless in the driver's seat of his truck, the one that was supposed to be driving them to their future in a few short months. But it didn't stop the scream from escaping his lips as Patrick took his index finger and forcefully pulled it back, the unnatural sound of it snapping out of place completely drowned out.

“Please, please, stop,” Eddie begged, violent sobs racking his chest as hot tears poured down his cheeks.

His cries were masked by the sound of Patrick laughing, “We're just getting started.”

“I didn't do anything to you!” Eddie pleaded desperately.

“Why don't you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?” Patrick snarled, smacking Eddie hard across the face before tugging his zipper down.

The sight reignited a fire in his as he leaned his head up and spat right in Patrick's face. “Fuck you!”

Another blow landed against his cheek as Patrick took a hold of his middle finger. Just like the first, a sickening crack sounded as it was snapped back. Eddie let out another agonized scream, his head beginning to spin from the pain washing over him. He wasn't give any time to recover as Patrick leaned down to grab a large rock from beside them.

“No, no, no, no,” Eddie chanted, squeezing his eyes shut as Patrick slammed the rock down against his wrist. His throat felt raw as yet another scream was torn from it. The second time the rock slammed against the back of his hand and, despite the excruciating pain, he made no sound. Every bone in his body felt like it was on fire.

He didn't know how far Patrick would take this but from the way he seemed to be enjoying it, Eddie could only guess things wouldn't be ending well for him. But if Richie was truly as lifeless as he looked, maybe Eddie didn't want to make it out of whatever this was. He let his head fall back against the pavement, too tired and in too much pain to fight back any longer.

He let his body be flipped over, his face pressed into the grass. He could vaguely register the way Patrick's fingers curled in the waistband of his shorts and the rush of warm summer air hitting his skin. His mind screamed at him to fight back, that this couldn't be happening, he couldn't let this happen. But not one bone in his body would move. His eyes remained shut, shallow breaths pulled between parted lips. An odd sensation washed over him; all the pain shooting throughout his body faded in favor of a lightness, which seemed to swirl around in his mind in a way that promised relief.

“Your honor, I'd like to call Richard Tozier to the stand.”

Richie stood from his chair and silently made his way to the stand. He felt nothing. He didn't regret any of his actions and no matter the outcome, that wouldn't change. At the end of the day, even if he ended up going to jail, for however long, he was at peace with himself. Patrick wouldn't be able to hurt Eddie ever again. That alone made it all worth it.

“Mr. Tozier, can you start by telling us what happened after you woke from the crash?”

Richie's blunt nails dug into his thighs, the question sparking the memory of that night. What he saw. What he felt. It all came rushing back to him. He tried to still the quiver in his voice as he began to speak, “When I woke up, my first thought was--”

“Eddie?”

With a groan, Richie forced his eyes to open. He took in the scene around him, but found it hard to piece everything together with the amount of disorientation gripping him. His first instinct brought his gaze to the empty passenger's seat; immediately following that, his gut told him to get out of the truck. As his fingers gripped the handle, he heard a scream. Eddie. The sound instantly made his heart race and his stomach drop. Somehow he couldn't get out of the truck fast enough; a million thoughts entered his mind and none of them were anything he wanted to entertain, not even for a split second. The only one that mattered was getting to Eddie in time.

He shoved his door open and stumbled as he slid off the seat. His head throbbed and his body ached over all, but he did not struggle with motivation. Even though his legs were shaky, he moved quickly towards the source of Eddie's cry. As he came upon it, his stomach churned and his hands trembled so violently, he had never felt anything quite like it before.

Laying in the grass beside the road, Eddie remained still, his bloody hands pinned over his head by Victor while Patrick hovered over him. The red shorts he wore, Richie's favorite, were now bunched up around his thighs. No matter how hard his teeth bit into his lip, he couldn't keep it from quivering. A white hot rage took over him as he pieced together the facts, painting a picture that filled him with a mix of hurt and anger, so strong it even terrified himself.

“So what you are telling us, Mr. Tozier, is that you were so angry it even scared yourself?”

“Of course I was angry,” Richie answered, his voice raising to an almost shout, only put in place by the judge's stern gaze. “I thought....it looked like...” he trailed off, finding the words hard to express as the memories swirled around in his mind.

“That sounds like a lot of speculation. You thought you saw this? It looked like? Well, it sounds like you don't actually know what happened! Did you actually see Mr. Hockstetter do anything to Mr. Kaspbrak that you so claimed he did?”

“Objection! He's badgering the witness!”

Richie stood from his seat, teeth clenched tightly together as he huffed his breath angrily through his nose. “I know what I saw! I know what that bastard did to my boyfriend!”

The loud bang of the gavel sounded and the multiple successions brought silence to the courtroom. “Order! Order! Mr. Tozier, sit down right now.”

Meekly, Richie sunk back into his seat, unable to help the way his leg bounced anxiously as the prosecutor continued with his questions.

“So when you approached the scene, you found, not only Mr. Hockstetter, but also Mr. Cross. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“And yet, this blinding rage you felt was only directed at Mr. Hockstetter? Why is that? Is it because Mr. Cross ran away when he saw you approach? Or was it simply because Mr. Hockstetter was the closet target to take your rage out on?”

“You motherfucker,” he growled, hurtling the entirety of his weight at Patrick and bringing them both crashing to the ground. Not even a second passed before he drew back his fist back and drove it down, square against Patrick's jaw. His mind went blank; his body acted on its own as he continued to pummel the man beneath him. Both of his fists were landing blows, leaving no time in between them. And yet hit after hit, as blood was pouring from nose and mouth, Patrick kept laughing.

“You think this is funny, you piece of shit?” Richie shouted, his lungs burning both from the exertion and the sheer volume of his voice as it almost drowned out the sound of Patrick's deranged laughter.

Patrick curled his fingers in Richie's shirt, using the grip to toss him to the ground beside him. He stood on shaky legs and wipe his hand through the excess of blood on his face. “I think it woulda been a lot funnier if you let me finish,” he said with a smirk.

Words seemed to fail him as he let out nothing but a throaty growl. With all his might, Richie swept his leg into both of Patrick's, effectively knocking him to the ground. The moment he heard Patrick's head hit the ground should've been the end of it. But his mind disconnected from his body. His mind told him to stop, told him if he took it any further, there was no going back. But his body didn't listen. In no time, he was back on top of Patrick, who's head laid limp against the pavement. Richie should've left him there in his groggy state and rushed over to Eddie, because his safety, his well being mattered more to him. And exactly then, he realized just that. If by chance, Eddie was okay and made it out of this, his well-being was the single most important thing to him. Richie would do anything for Eddie and without any further rationalization in mind, his fingers curled in Patrick's short hair and brought his head up, only to slam it down against the concrete. Before Richie could stop himself, he repeated this action again.

“So what you are telling us, Mr. Tozier, is that you were well aware of your actions at the time? That it wasn't a blinding rage that took over you. That it was, in fact, a well calculated decision?”

Richie knew the weight his next answer held. If he told the truth, which he had earlier sworn to do, it could cost him the case. Everything they had endured would all be for nothing. But there wasn't a trace of guilt throughout Richie's whole body. He knew in his heart, mind, and soul he made the right decision. And he was prepared to testify as such.

“Objection! Leading the witness!”

Looking incredibly smug, the prosecutor looked towards the judge, “Withdrawn. No further questions, your honor.”

His defense attorney stood and walked over to the stand, “Mr. Tozier, can you please walk us through your thoughts in the moments leading up to Mr. Hockstetter's death?”

Richie bowed his head, voice wavering slightly as he spoke, “When I found Eddie, he wasn't moving. All I could see was blood and Patrick hovering over him,” He pressed his lips tightly together as he tilted his head back, unable to stop the tears from forming in his eyes. He brought his hand to his mouth to cover the shaky exhale to escape from his lips. “His-his shorts were pulled down and Patrick's zipper was undone. I thought they...I thought they raped him,” Richie's voice barely came out above a whisper as he uttered words that brought up the worst, most foul memories his mind held. “He wasn't moving. There was so much blood...”

The thought of what Patrick did to Eddie, waking up to the sound of him screaming, it was all too much to ignore. In that moment, he had two choices. He could walk away and spare the man who hurt the love of his life. Or he could sleep soundly at night, knowing he could never hurt another person like he did Eddie. It was the easiest decision he had ever made. He couldn't simply let the piece of scum get away with it. He wouldn't. So he forcefully slammed Patrick's head into the ground, one last time.

Richie fell back against the concrete, his chest heaving wildly from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The body in front of him laid motionless while a thick pool of blood painted the ground red. Frantically, he rubbed his hands against his jeans, staining them a similar color.

In the distance, he could hear sirens. Closer and closer, they grew until the sound drowned out everything around him. The blinding red and blue lights illuminated the scene and his stomach churned at the pair of unblinking eyes staring back at him. Richie stumbled as he rose to his feet, his legs too shaky to support his weight. He only made it a few steps to the side before he fell to his hands and knees, unable to stop the entire contents of his stomach from emptying into the grass.

A strong grip pulled him to his feet and then roughly tugged both of his arms behind his back. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt a pair of cold, metal handcuffs clamp down on each of his wrists. Any trace of air in his lungs quickly left him as he desperately turned his head around to see Eddie struggling to rise to his feet. The paramedics immediately swarmed around him.

“Eddie!” Richie shouted, struggling against the tight grip the officer had on his arm. The fingers only tightened their hold, forcefully guiding him away from the scene. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, for a multitude of reasons. All the thoughts his brain pushed away were now crashing down on him; what was going to happen, who was going to take care of Eddie, would Eddie be okay without him?

But as he was shoved into the backseat of the cop car, he couldn't bring himself to feel an ounce of regret. A part of him knew he should. But he did what he had to do. And he would do anything to keep Eddie safe.

May 2019

To say the air in the courtroom was tense would be a gross understatement. Suffocating. Eddie could barely breathe in his seat next to Bev; he appreciated the way her hand came to rest over his own on his thigh, but the gesture did little to still the tremble running through his whole body. Today was the day. After nearly a year of painful deliberation, they would finally have their answer.

Eddie's chest tightened when the doors opened and Richie walked in, accompanied by a guard on either side of him. His hair hung in his face, a wild mess of curls which hadn't been tamed in a long time. His slender figure, even more so now, drowned in the orange jumpsuit he wore. Somehow, when their eyes met across the courtroom, Richie managed to smile. It made his heart ache to know it might be the last one he saw in person, the last one he saw not behind a thick layer of glass separating them. His lips flickered upwards briefly. Given the circumstances, a full smile seemed impossible. But still, Eddie desperately wanted to convey a message of assurance. Everything would be okay. It had to be.

They were good people, who, after everything they had been through, deserved to be happy. They deserved to move on with their lives and salvage the ruins of their future. Things would never be the same, but as long as they had each other, things would be okay. Eddie kept repeating that in his mind, knowing it was the only thought holding him together as Richie took his spot standing before the judge.

“In the case of Richard Tozier vs Patrick Hockstetter, the jury finds the defendant guilty of voluntary manslaughter.”

The courtroom erupted in soft chatter.

“No,” Eddie whispered defeatedly, tears trickling down his cheeks as his eyes slipped shut, an absolute sense of dread washing over him.

“Mr. Tozier, you are hereby sentenced to five years in prison. Your sentence will begin immediately. Plaintiffs, take him away.”

“No!” Eddie cried out, shooting out of his seat. Bev's hand remained holding his, now with a tight grip preventing any movement.

“Eddie, this is good,” she tried to tell him, “This is the best case scenario.”

“No it's not!” Eddie exclaimed, his cheeks wet with tears as he ripped his hand from Bev's grip. He ran towards the front of the courtroom, ignoring whoever's voice told him to stay back. With a heartbreaking desperation, he flung himself at Richie before anyone could stop him. He tightly locked his arms around Richie's neck, wanting nothing more than to feel his arms wrap around him and knowing nothing could ever hurt him more than Richie's inability to do so.

“I love you, Eddie. So much. Please don't forget that,” Richie pleaded, his voice thick with sadness but lacking any regret.

Even the angry voice of the judge couldn't deter Eddie from holding on even tighter, despite the rough hand of the a guard clamping down on his shoulder. His face remained buried in Richie's neck as he hopelessly sobbed, “I love you. I don't want you to go! Please don't leave me.”

Eddie struggled against the grip the guard had on him, tightly grabbing both of Richie's cheeks to frantically press their lips together in a succession of chaste kisses.

“I'm sorry but it had to be this way Eds,” Richie murmured, his bright eyes darkened by sorrow and shining with tears as the guard pulled Eddie away from him.

“No! Stop! Let me go!” Eddie screamed, violently resisting against the hold the guard had on him. “Richie! No! Please stop!” Tears blurred Eddie's vision as his eyes remained fixed on the sight of Richie being lead out of the room. His chest ached when Richie turned his head and spared one last glance at him, his own eyes wet with tears. He mouthed one last 'I love you' before he was gone.

Eddie fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he helplessly sobbed into them. His chest heaved forcefully with the effort to drag air into his lungs, flinching away from the gentle touch placed on his shoulder. It persisted still until Bev was gently pulling Eddie into her embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. She carded her fingers through his hair, softly whispering reassuring words to him.

But no matter what she said, or how long she held him, none of it mattered. Eddie's heart ached in a way he'd never experienced before and he knew it would. Every day. For the next 1825 days.

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #352

“Steelton Gold, Lego Ghosts, Extra Phoenix”

-This time as they finally step through, they end up in a city-

[Doc] Well at least this looks like the right time period.

-There are screams in the distance-

[Yaunfen] Is Big Fire here?

[Doc] Starts laughing-

[Sammn] So the screaming is expected?

[Doc] Well, we're looking for a game with ghosts. So yeah proably.

-Some people come running towards them, screaming and waving their arms. This time there are some distinct words amongst the screams-

[Doc] Just kind of moves everyone off to the side and watches them go by-

-A bright green figure chases after them, laughing maniacally-

[Doc] Grins- I think we're in the right place-

[Yaunfen] Why is the slime cube flying?

[Sammn] That is a ghost? It seems more comical than frightening.

-More ghosts begin emerging-

[Doc] Well... I think the original story is a comedy....

[Sammn] I am not sure I want to know. So, where is this trap you where looking for?

[Doc] Well... we look for the source of the disturbance because they'll likely be in the thick of it. They're paranormal exterminators. Look for four gals in jumpsuits with big mechanical backpacks.

[Sammn] Probably that way then. - points where the people and ghosts are coming -

-More screaming people run by-

[Yaunfen] Are we sure there aren't Herobrines here?

[Doc] Unless they're bored and wandering away from their seeds... I'm going to say no... -Xe moves a little faster

[Yaunfen] Trots along as well, dodging people-

[Sammn] - is trying to keep up, swivering around the people and trying to make sure none of them knock unto the Phoenix - What could have paniced so many people?

-The ghosts get thicker and are scaring people. There's a large one that looks like a patriotic slender being-

[Doc] Spooks at the tall one and gets quickly out of their way, sheparding the others as well- Okay that did scare me-

-When they do accidentally bump into somebody they ragdoll and fall down into their back-

[Sammn] See anything?

[Lie] Is standing down in the storage room, staring at a single chest pushed back into a corner and away from the others-

[CP] Comes down the stairs a little- Lie? What are you doing?

[Lie] - Debating

[CP] - Over what?

[Lie] - Opening that chest...

[CP] - You mean the one with the cheese in it that you completely hate?

[Lie] - Yeeeessssssssss...

[CP] - ... Why? The only thing in there is the cheese

[Lie] Very quietly- Because I kinda want some...

[CP] - I'm sorry, what?

[Lie] Huffs and crosses her arms- You heard me...

[CP] Starts laughing- Give me a minute- He calls out mentally- Hey TLOT? Where are you?

[TLOT] mental reply- Library? How come?

[CP] - You wouldn't believe me if I told you, give me a second- He turns back towards Lie- Okay, we're going somewhere

[Lie] - Going where?

[CP] - You'll see- He grabs her arm and teleports them to the library

[TLOT] So what's going on?

[Steve] Peeks from behind a stack- Hey guys!

[CP] Has a giant shit eating grin- Go, tell him~

[Lie] - Er... Well...

[TLOT] You look really red Lie... did you break one of your toys? You know I'll fix them if need be.

[Lie] - No! No! No! Nothing like that! Er well, actually I kinda... Want some... Cheese...

[Steve] Oh, the blue chase? It is pretty good. Alexsezia just made some the other day.

[CP] - Oh no, she means THAT cheese

[TLOT] That's a distinct lightening of the space betwen them as TLOT's normally half lidded eyes raise wide- You want what?!?

[Lie] Whines a little- I know! It smells so horrible, but I keep thinking about it...

[CP] - I caught her staring at the trunk it's in too

[Steve] Braces to run as TLOT pats his inventory

[TLOT]- I don't have any on me, but I can get some...

[Lie] - Whines- I don't even know why I want it!

[Steve] Does the... baby want it?

[Lie] Pauses- Ummmm

[CP] - Maybe? Strange taste for a baby

[TLOT] She will likely be a Herobrine. I really think you could put a little under a box with a piece of string and a stick and maybe catch one of us.

[Lie] Whines and buries her face against CP-

[TLOT] Shall I get our young brine her snack?

[Steve] Gonna go vist Steffan! Later! - runs down the steps-

[CP] - I say yes

[TLOT] Mentally hunts around for someone in the castle to tp too and finds Deerheart- Are you busy? I need to get home in a hurry.

[Deer] - Just feeding the horses, feel free to tp

[TLOT] Types with a flourish and the three of them tp to Deerheart, clipping into her briefly and then sliding away.

[Gir] Is lipping at Deerheart and shies back as they appear.

[BreezeBlock] Snuffles Lie curiously-

[Lie] Smiles and rubs their muzzle-

[CP] Still has the shit eating grin

[Deer] - CP, what's with the grin?

[TLOT] Oh nothing. We came to steal a bit of Doc's cheese. I know you won't let them eat it without witholding kisses, so they likely have a decent chunk stored.

[Deer] Narrows eyes- Just don't bring it near me...

[TLOT] I wouldn't dare- He graciously opens the fence gate for Lie.

[Medic] Bumps their skull against Cp with a little whine-

[CP] Ignores medic and follows Lie out-

[TLOT] Leads them down farther into the house and indicates a ladder going straight down. The room is full of armor stands and a single trunk. There's a faint smell as the musk of the Golden Steelton manages to escape even the confines of the chest.

[Lie] Looks at the chest very nervously-

[TLOT] I have some bread, if you want me to mix it up?

[Lie] - That might be for the best-

[TLOT] Very well. - He lays down a basic crafting table and a loaf of bread before squeaking the chest open. The smell billows into the room as he takes out a chunk and forces it to meld with the bread by shoving hard on the crafting table. The wood groans under his hands but yields a single, and rather smelly item. Bread shot through with the pungent golden cheese.

[Lie] Makes a face at the smell, but her want of it is letting her tolerate the smell-

[CP] - Well the fact that your not heaving is a promising sign

[TLOT] Offers it to her gingerly- Maybe its a hormonal thing? Aven wanted weird stuff when she was pregnant too?

[Lie] - Well cravings are a part of pregnancy...- She takes a small bite and finds the taste to not be as bad as the smell

[TLOT] Just smiles at her. His thoughts are pretty plain. He feels she's become a fine Herobrine and it's nice to have one of his creations appreciated by her-

[Lie] Just keeps eating-

[CP] - Yeah we'll probably need more of that...

[TLOT] Got it. He starts taking bits out and forcing them into more bread-

-There are footsteps above and the sound of someone taking a breath and then coughing explosively-

[Buff] yells down the ladder- Is anyone down here??? That smell is terrible!

[CP] - Go away!

[TLOT] Yells- It's okay Buff. It's just cheese.

[Buff] Smells like my socks!

[Lie] - Please don't use that as a metaphor!

[Buff] Sorry! I'm going to go mash a lemon on my face... - departing footsteps

[TLOT] Critics.

[Lie] - Normally I'm on his side of this...

[TLOT] Shrugs- Stuff happens. Hey Doc taught me a cute phrase, hows the bun in the oven?

[Lie] Smiles and puts a hand on her belly- Growing, and that's all I really know

[TLOT] Do you mind if I...?

[Lie] - No, go ahead

[TLOT] Thank you. He steps over to her and puts a gentle hand on her swollen belly. Feeling around for the baby mentally and listening to her as well.

[CP] Watches, a slight territorial air about him-

[TLOT] Tinest gasp- Only one?

[Lie] - Only one what?

[TLOT] Just one heart... poor thing. Even the cat has more then one.

[CP] - She'll get more... It could be because Lie was human and humans only have one heart

[TLOT] quietly- So fragile- he makes the barest pressure as he turns back to Lie-

[Lie] - Well, she has a whole seed to defend her as she gets stronger

-There's a tiny bit of movement under TLOT's hand, it isn't noticeable under normal means-

[TLOT] Feels it anyway and jumps- Whoah!

[Lie] - TLOT? What is it?

[TLOT] She just moved and it startled me! Her first grief. Haha

[CP] - She moved?

[Lie] - Nothing I could feel...

[TLOT] It was just a tiny movement. How are you feeling anyway? That's got to be heavy to carry.

[Lie] - Fine for now, we're only just starting this

[CP] Is a bit jealous that TLOT felt his daughter move before him but is quelled by Lie taking his hand-

[TLOT] Is watching Cp from the corner of his eyes, feeling his annoyance. He gives the bigger brine a very proud and almost fatherly smile. - You're gonna do great, both of you, I already know it.

[Lie] - Thanks, I'm already getting so nervous about it though...

[TLOT] We'll all be around to help. You've got the best doctor too in an emergency. And hey, you've already got a NOTCH picked out. I'd say you're pretty set up.

[Lie] - Yeah

[CP] - My pigmen have taken it upon themselves to research all they can about human pregnancy

[TLOT] The two girls were reading when Steve and I got to the library. I'm glad they're being helpful.

[Lie] - I suspect we might be having to shell out some emeralds to since after awhile I won't be able to take care of all the animals...

[TLOT] You know... you could pursude Stevie to help....

[CP] - Why? He still has moments where he freezes things, nothing big lately admittedly, but still

[TLOT] Grins - Because he's going to be an uncle and Alexis might want kids someday. Just a bit of practice.

[CP] - No

[TLOT] Okay okay, just a thought - He pushes the cheese breads so they suck into Lie's inventory-

[Lie] - Thanks... Never thought I'd actually be eating that stuff...

[Lie] - Oh, have you run into Ever yet TLOT?

-The onslaught of ghosts in the other game is becoming ridiculous. Entities from all different time periods are crowded around what are obviously stage area's for players to accomplish something in-

[Yaunfen] Too crowded!

[Doc] Is annoyed because xe can't elbow them out of the way. - Ah! Dammit! - They transform with a small burst of statick to try and drive them back and scoop their companions onto their back and shoulders to get them out of the crowd. - YUCK. Stop phasing into my legs!

[Sammn] This doesn't seem normal, why are there so many spirits?

-The farther they go, the closer the get to a hotel-

[Doc] Stepping through the crowd with a small bit of annoyance- The point of the game is to zap ghosts. We're probably in boss character territory. - Xe's picking up hir feet and shaking slime off like a cat with wet paws-

-There is a man in a baggy suit floating in the air-

[Doc] Narrows hir eyes at him- Yeah. Small boss. The mains have to be around here someplace....

[Sammn] - scans over the mass - I don't see anyone, could they be inside?

[Doc] Muscles over to the wall and peeks in a big window-

[Yaunfen] Ppppth! At the floaty guy-

-There's four female characters inside fighting moving trashcans-

[Doc] Hey! There we go. - Xe lifts a paw and melts away a section of wall so xe can fit into the stage without changing back-

[Yaunfen] Lectricity!

-The characters are just wandering since there's no player to control them-

[Doc] Pokes one lightly -

-They fall down-

[Doc] whoops!

[Yaunfen] Careful mada!

-The character jumps back up and runs around a bit-

[Doc] Maybe I could just- Xe puts a paw in their way-

[Sammn] - turns to look back toward the floating man - Perhaps, move them toward the boss.

-The character turns around a little and they try shooting their beam at the trashcan coming towards them-

[Doc] Barely manages to dodge the beam and tailswats the can in the process- She's got one on her belt if I can just snag it!

-The can bursts into studs-

[Sammn] - points toward the character - OBSTUPEFACIO - the figure freezes.

[Doc] Collects a few of the studs accidently and snags a trap with two claws. It's just a few chunks of lego and rather small. - There we go! Thank you Sammn.

-The character ends up getting blasted and breaks into pieces by getting hit by a stray ghost-

[Doc] Oh dear! - Xe scrambles to put them back together- I'm sorry!

[Yaunfen] Oh no! I can't look! - covers their eyes

-The character respawns amongst the rubble-

[Doc] Oh.... thank goodness. Gotta love respawn.

[Yaunfen] Peeks- Oh... They're okay. Yes.

[Doc] Rolls the little trap in hir claws and passes it up to Sammn- there you go. The foot pedal opens it and it closes on it's own when whatever is in the beam is inside.

[Sammn] - collects it, turning it over - Strange device, but may be helpful.

[Doc] Well we can use it to hoover up your entity if it gets mouthy.

[Sammn] Most definitely helpful then. The chalk should let me finish things, this will be a good backup.

[Doc] Shall we away then?

[Yaunfen] Onward!

[Doc] Trots back outside and makes a point of tail sweeping the mob for the few ghosts that will tumble when hit and then steps up into the air - Deerheart's probably annoyed with me because we took so long.

[Yaunfen] Little yawn-

-The patriotic slender like being is visible in the background a few stages over-

[Doc] Notices- That's so weird... I wonder how the 'boys' are getting along with their long-lost mom?

[Sammn] - is lost in thought & muttering softly to herself -

[Doc] Runs back through the cold and busts back into the server with a grateful shake of mane- Nice and warm.

[Yaunfen] Is nodding-

[Deer] - Welcome home!

[Doc] Just heading towards the castle- Sorry I took so long!

[Deer] - It's alright so long as you always come back

[Doc] You couldn't keep me away! - Xe ducks low and slides into the ground so Yaunfen Sammn and their phoenix end up sitting in the grass.

[Phoenix] Flaps it's wings a little, adjusting to the new resolution-

[Doc] Slips back out of the ground, changing back and stepping onto the sod-

[Sammn] - gets up slowly, so the Phoenix doesn't fall - You alright?

[Phoenix] Makes an affirmative noise-

[Doc] You should probably get some rest before you tackle the evil block. Feel free to crash at my place to save yourself some walking.

[Sammn] - looks over shoulder - Probably, thank you.

[Doc] Anytime. I love snooping around other games.

[Sammn] Do you want me to let you know when its ready? Once I get back, it shouldn't take long to finish.

[Doc] Sure! I'd love to help.

[Firebird] -In chat- Is... Is there another phoenix here?

[Doc] Chat- Actually yes!

[Firebird] -Chat- Why

[Yaunfen] In chat - I got a feather!

[Doc] Chat- Um...? It wanted to come with us.

[Firebird] -Chat- Oh

[Doc] chat- Speaking of... I got poked in the eye and it cried on me and fixed it. Is that normal for phoenixes???

[Firebird] -Chat- I.. don't really cry, so I don't know, actually.

[Doc] chat- Oh... that's bad for you you know. You shouldn't supress your emotions.

[CP] - Oi! Shut up!

[Doc] chat- Maybe you should just come over Firebird.

[Firebird] -Chat- Fuck off CP. And it's not repressing, I just.. haven't cried. And sure, give me a second

[Yaunfen] Leans against a pumpkin sleeply-

[Deer] Comes up to them on Mudsdale, smiling at seeing her family again-

[Yaunfen] Blinks- Mama! Looks what we got! - Gestures at the phoenix.

[Doc] Well, Sammn got it. It seems to like her best.

[Deer] - What a beautiful bird

[Yaunfen] And it gave me a feather too- They pull out the quill.

[Doc] Our kiddo decided that it would be good to write with.

[Firebird] -Circles around above before dive bombing toward the phoenix-

[Pheonix] Is surprised and flaps up out of the way-

[Sammn] - sees the movement, backing up & raising a hand - Leave them be.

[Doc] Whoah! Firebird! Chill!

[Firebird] -Lands and stretches a bit- Mine.

[Phoenix] Just gives a musical call-

[Firebird] -Chorps back-

[Doc] Firebird? I don't think this one can talk.

[Firebird] It's habit, and birds can.. usually understand other birds. -Not that he's actually really listening...-

[Deer] - They also seem more red than you are Firebird

[Doc] There's no need to get territorial anyway. This seed is big enough for everyone.

[Firebird] -Huffs a bit and rests his head on the ground- Maybe so...

[Deer] - Oh and love? Your cheese horde was diminished

[Doc] What? Why? I put it away where you couldn't smell it!

[Deer] - Because apparently Lie is craving it

[Doc] Stunned- she... she's what?!?

[Yaunfen] why would Lie want the stinky cheese?

[Deer] - Craving that horrible cheese. CP was having an absolute field day about it. TLOT made her some bread with it. And Yaunfen, when somebody is pregnant, they tend to want strange things sometimes

[Yaunfen] ... that's weird.

[Doc] Of all the things to want... Oh well. I guess me and TLOT will have to make some more.

[Deer] - Not in the house

[Firebird] -Starts picking at his feathers idly-

[Waffles] Sneaking up on Firebird with a twitchy butt-

[Doc] Yeah yeah.

[Phoenix] Gives a warning call-

[Waffles] Does the pounce on Firebird and gives him a sound licking before making a blech face-

[Yaunfen] Waffles! Bad kitty!

[Firebird] -Snaps beak at Waffles-

[Waffles] Playful bunny kick-

[Firebird] -Snaps jaw at paw-

[Waffles] Mow! - playful swat at Firebird with huge paw-

[Doc] Grabs the huge cat and tries to pull them off Firebird- They don't mean any harm!

[Deer] - Sorry Firebird, waffles is growing fast and doesn't quite grasp that they are a little too big for a few things

[Yaunfen] Helps Doc pull- Be a good kitty!

[Waffles] Is begrudginly pulled off but obviously pouting.

[Firebird] -Snaps beak at the cat once more before hopping back and hovers in the air out of reach- I'm not a fan of cats anyway...

[Waffles] Annoyed face washing with paws-

[Doc] Sorry Firebird.

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thezeekrecord · 3 years

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GAGEGN ch10

[index/summary]

REPORT: Regarding subject "Benry"'s contact with employer's observations for [REDACTED]

Benry awoke on the floor of an unfamiliar room.

That was fine, of course. He’d wake up somewhere unfamiliar all the time—not even literally, sometimes, but it would feel that way mid-action, mid-conversation, mid-whatever; it felt like he just sort of popped in and out of existence at random sometimes. But he was used to it. Benry slowly sat up. There was a thick blanket draped over him, and his head had been rested on a pillow—more comfort than he’d gotten accustomed to, at least. He dragged himself up to his feet, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Not that he really needed sleep, as far as he could tell, but it most certainly was an easy way to pass the time during the boring hours everyone else was asleep. Benry yawned loudly, scooping up his Gameboy off the floor and heading out of the room.

Tommy was here, currently stood over the stove. Benry plopped down into his metal chair that he must have left there, enjoying the cool feeling that seeped through his pants. “Sup, Tommy.”

Tommy jumped, letting out a yelp as he turned around to look at Benry. With a sigh, he curled his lips upward just a little bit. “Oh, hi, Benry.”

“Whatchya making?” Benry asked.

“Egg sandwich.” Tommy replied, turning back to the stove. “Do you want one?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Benry played his game as he waited, enjoying the sound of Tommy cooking. Eventually, Tommy set a plate out in front of Benry. It was, based on Benry’s combined understanding of eggs and sandwiches, indeed an egg sandwich—an egg, between two slices of bread, and some other shit Benry didn’t care to analyze. He set the Gameboy aside and picked up the sandwich to cram a massive portion of it into his mouth to get the eating experience over with. He stopped, though, slowing down a little to take in the flavor.

“Holy shit, bro.” Benry struggled to say with his mouth full.

Tommy looked back at Benry, lips curled upward again. “Do you like it?”

Benry nodded. Tommy turned back to the pan, and Benry took his time finishing the sandwich before wiping his hands off on his hoodie and picking up the Gameboy again. Tommy eventually sat down beside Benry, much taller sitting on the barstool as he ate his breakfast quietly.

Benry felt comfortable. Sat in a quiet room, having just enjoyed good food, playing on his Gameboy beside one of his best friends—it was good, he thought. He liked this.

“Benry?” Tommy said.

“Hm?”

“What do you want—um, what do you plan on doing, now that we’re out of Black Mesa?” He asked, looking down at Benry.

Benry shrugged. “I dunno. There’s some games I’ve been wanting to play for a while...”

“I mean, um, long-term.”

Benry didn’t have an answer for that. He craned his neck behind him, to the right so he could look out the back door. “Bro, it’s so bright outside.”

Tommy didn’t reply to that. Benry stood up, folding up his metal chair and tucking it under his arm.

“I’m gonna go to Gordon’s house.” He announced, carefully slipping his Gameboy into his hoodie pocket.

“Benry, don’t—I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tommy said, reaching out and grabbing Benry’s hood as he tried to walk away. “Don’t you remember last night?”

“Huh?”

Tommy’s expression changed. Not that Benry could really read it; Tommy and the humans seemed to put so much stake into the tiniest changes on their face—just raising a single eyebrow could mean the world to them, and Benry would just be left in the dark, struggling to catch up.

“Mr. Freeman is going through, ummmm, a t—a tough time right now.” Tommy said, looking somewhere else. “I think you should give him a little more time before...uhhh, before you go see him again.”

“Ugh. Fiiiiine.” Benry groaned, setting his chair down right where he had been standing and sitting back down. “You got video games?”

Tommy shook his head slowly. “No, I, umm...I haven’t had the time to replace anything I—any of the games I used to have.”

“Yo, we should go get some.” Benry suggested. “We could go to the Gamestop, get you a Playstation.”

Tommy made a sound that Benry was pretty sure meant he liked the idea. “...Yeah, okay. Umm, let me just get dressed, and—and we can see if Darnold wants to come.”

Benry waited for Tommy and Darnold in the living room. Benry found it hard to believe “getting dressed” was the only step in their process, considering how long they took to head back downstairs—Benry could usually change clothes within a minute, and they spent twenty minutes on whatever process they had going on. Darnold insisted on pausing to pour himself a thermos of coffee before they finally piled into Tommy’s brand new car. Benry lounged in the backseat, listening to Tommy’s music—he called it “happy hardcore”—and watching the clouds and telephone poles race past him.

This was pretty good too, Benry thought. He couldn’t shake a feeling like he had missed this. He wasn’t sure what that feeling implied, but that wasn’t an abnormal thing for him—for all the feelings that always insisted on popping up inside of him, he only really understood them about 30% of the time.

Eventually, the car came to a stop, and Tommy and Darnold began to climb out. Benry dragged himself out as well, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he followed the two inside a mall. It was crowded—more people than Benry was used to seeing, generally. The way there were really wide halls with shops set up to the sides brought up some distant feeling inside him. It wasn’t a feeling he liked, but he pushed onward, reaching out to grab Tommy’s forearm. Tommy didn’t pull away, at least, allowing Benry to close his eyes and just let Tommy drag him along to their destination.

Tommy and Darnold were talking. They seemed comfortable with each other, based on how much talking they did. That was cool. He didn’t really process anything they were saying, but their tone was nice to focus on as opposed to the other sounds of the mall.

Finally, Tommy stopped, and Benry opened his eyes, finding them inside the Gamestop. He stepped further inside eagerly, looking through the shelves for a long time to pick out games that grabbed his interest. By the time he was done, Tommy was already holding a Playstation box under his arm, watching Benry. Benry took his stack of games to the counter, throwing down some random amount of cash and coins on the counter and letting the cashier figure it out. Once that interaction was socially deemed to be over, Benry followed Tommy and Darnold out of the Gamestop.

They didn’t go back to the car, though. Benry followed the two through a few more stores in the mall, buying more things that Benry didn’t really pay attention to. And they stopped at the food court—which Benry grew less annoyed by once Tommy had placed a smoothie in front of him. As Tommy and Darnold talked some more over their food, Benry glanced around at the crowd of other people. It was still strange, but Benry felt like he was adjusting to it, at least. He stopped, though, when he saw a familiar man in a suit stood by a table on the other end of the food court. Darnold and Tommy were wrapping up already, standing to put their trays away as Benry stood to approach the man.

“Hey.” Benry greeted.

The man looked at Benry with a strange expression, adjusting his tie and looking back up towards Tommy. “...Hello, Benry.”

“Whatchya doin’?” Benry asked him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” The man replied. “I really am, quite...busy, Benry. If you wouldn’t mind, I am trying to, keep an eye on everyone.”

“Why?”

The man let out a breath, adjusting his tie again. “It is business that does not, concern, you. Now—I believe Tommy is looking for you. You wouldn’t want to, keep him waiting, hmm?”

Benry glanced back to where he’d left Tommy. Tommy was indeed looking around the food court, searching for Benry.

“One more thing, Benry, before you go.” The man said as Benry turned to leave.

“Hm?”

“The time you all...have left in this world as it is, is meant to be enjoyed.” The man said, looking back up at Tommy. After a moment, he looked back down to Benry with cold blue eyes. “If I determine anything to be, unsafe, for my progeny...then I will be forced to take rather...drastic measures. Do not force my hand, Benry.”

Benry didn’t process a good portion of that, as a baby had begun screaming on the other end of the food court, and that was grabbing at his attention much more. Benry just nodded.

“Sure, man.” He mumbled before turning and heading back to Tommy.

As Benry approached the table, he and Tommy finally locked eyes, and Tommy gave him a look that Benry was pretty sure was supposed to be friendly.

“Hi, Benry.” Tommy greeted. “Where’d you go?”

“Huh?”

“You disappeared for a minute.” Darnold filled in.

“Oh, yeah, I was talkin’ to uhhh...” Benry paused. He didn’t know the guy’s name. Was he supposed to? Ehh, he’d just wing it, he thought. “G-...Gary man.”

“Gary man?” Tommy echoed.

“Yeah. That guy.”

There was a sound.

It was loud, drilling into Benry’s ears like it was trying to tear into his skull.

It was familiar—not exactly the same, but familiar enough that it made a pressure build up inside of Benry.

Benry bared his teeth, searching for the source of the sound.

It came from everywhere, pressing down on him, pushing him to the floor.

Colors shifted around him, indistinct forms closing in, surrounding him, trapping him.

Benry forced himself back up to his feet.

Benry let out a sound of his own, relaxing a little when the figures moved back, giving him space.

The sound was relentless, clawing deep inside his head.

Benry began moving, growling when he collided with things he couldn’t quite see.

Then, finally, the sound stopped.

****

“Jesus, that’s so loud!” Darnold shouted over the fire alarm, hands pressed to his ears.

Tommy nodded, quickly scooping up their bags. Other people had already begun shuffling out, covering their faces as thin plumes of smoke billowed from one of the restaurants. Checking to make sure he had everything, Tommy glanced around the table, finding Benry on the floor.

“Benry!” Tommy called. “Come on, it’ll be quieter outside!”

Benry didn’t respond. His palms were pressed to the sides of his head, entire body shaking violently.

“You guys have to get out! C’mon!” A security guard called out.

Tommy ignored him, kneeling down to Benry. His eyes were wide open, looking frantically around him as he breathed hard.

“Benry, come on.” Tommy said, as quietly as he could without being drowned out by the fire alarm.

A few security guards were already approaching, one ushering Darnold towards the door as two others knelt down, reaching out towards Benry. Benry looked at them, eyes unfocused, and scrambled to his feet. He tried to take a step back, only to collide with a table behind him. He clawed at the table with one hand, baring his teeth at the security guards who tried to reach out to him again and roaring, almost just as loud as the alarm that echoed through the mall. Everyone took a step back, and his muscles relaxed just a little bit as he kept looking around him. He stumbled forward a couple steps, colliding harshly with more tables as he moved in the wrong direction.

“Benry!” Tommy called out. The sound was getting to him as well—he needed even just a second of quiet.

Tommy took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting the overwhelming sounds of the alarm grip him before he finally felt that familiar click in his head. To his relief, the whole world stopped around him except Benry, giving them both a silent respite from the alarm.

“Benry, come on.” Tommy said gently, approaching Benry to place a hand on his shoulder.

Benry whirled around, fingers hooked into claws as he looked at Tommy. Tommy backed off a little.

“I—I stopped time, I think, so...it’s okay.” Tommy went on, pulling up one of the chairs and sitting down. “We can just...take a second.”

Benry finally relaxed some more, dropping back down to the floor. He reached behind him to pull his hood over his head, pulling on the strings to close it over his face and laying down on his side. Tommy waited for a little while, struggling to maintain the timestop until Benry sang out a few purple orbs at him.

“Ready to go?” Tommy asked.

Benry nodded.

Tommy helped guide Benry to his feet. Benry didn’t seem ready to speak, but he sang out a few orbs of sweet voice in thanks, giving Tommy a quick kiss on the cheek before they shuffled around tables to leave the building. Tommy left Benry beside the frozen form of Darnold, who was staring worriedly through the windows of the food court. Tommy smiled softly at him before hurrying back into the building to grab their bags. Once Tommy was sure they had everything and he was back outside with his friends, he let out a breath, and time resumed around them.

“Whoa!” Darnold exclaimed, taking a shocked step back from Tommy and Benry. He wheezed a little, clutching his chest and doubling over. “Jesus, when did you guys get out here?”

“Just now.” Tommy answered. “I umm, I stopped time for a second.”

“You what? ”

“Oh! Yeah, I can do that.” Tommy explained hastily. “I guess I accidentally th—uhh, threatened Dr. Breen with it a couple times, before I knew what I was doing.”

“Hoo, boy.” Darnold breathed out as he collected himself. “You really are an alien, huh? Not that I doubted you, just...y’know.”

Tommy snickered a little at Darnold, then turned to Benry. He was shielding his eyes from the sun with his hoodie, grumbling something under his breath.

“You okay?” Tommy asked him.

Benry nodded.

“Alright. Let’s, uhh, let’s go home.”

As the three turned to circle around the outside of the mall, Tommy’s father stood just around the corner, watching with some relief as they headed peacefully to their car.

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bts-is-my-life-as-always · 7 years

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Happiness comes from the weirdest places.

Genre: angst with fluff ending (cause I love him too much to make it an angst ending)

Pairing: jungkook x Y/N

Disclaimer: I am writing this on my phone hopefully this works and its angst, if you cry, don’t blame me.

Happiness something that you always yearned for because you’ve never felt it, your parents would always fight, nonstop, mentally abusing each other, and when that happened you seem to always be in the middle.

“LETS END IT HERE, LETS DIVORCE” screamed your mum

“FINEE BUT IM TAKING Y/N” your father fought.

“NO WERE ASKING HER WHO SHE WANTS TO GO WITH”

“FINE, Y/N WHO DO YOU WANT TO GO WITH YOUR MOTHER OR ME?!!?!?!?”

“Huh” you sighed “can you guys just stop now, don’t you think I’m a bit too old for this?”

They stared at you like they were confused because they were you never said anything to them, ever.

“YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO DECIDE”

You walked out.

This fighting thing went on for many years, you were outside and you could still hear them, the neighbours slowly turning their lights on and screaming at your front door, you wanted nothing more to do with this.

When you run, you feel extremely free, invincible even, so you did just that you ran and ran until you couldn’t breathe, you stopped to catch your breath but all you saw was a bright light.

2 years later

You woke up, trying everything to move your body, you couldn’t, once you fully opened your eyes, and you could finally look around, there was no one, no one there to remind you of who you were, or even tell you that everything was fine.

Minutes passed and you could finally move Just your arms, with hardly any strength, slowly you sat up, come to find out your name was Y/N, the hospital contacted your parents but all they did was pay for the hospital fee and pretend like you didn’t exist, it didn’t make you sad, because that’s what they were like.

When no one cares, you start to stop caring too, nothing mattered, why you woke up 2 years later was beyond you.

“You should’ve died.”

Your so called parents say, they were now finally officially broken off, and now it was all your fault, they fell out of love because of you, that’s what they were like, if they could rub the blame and guilt on anyone even their own child, then they felt a whole shittone better.

“This is all we’re giving to you, we should’ve just put you down”

Another few months passed, where it was a blur and pain, you were now able to walk, not properly but enough to leave hospital, you had no where to go.

You walked and walked, your legs were hurting because it hasn’t even been a month since you learnt how to walk again, but you didn’t want to stay I the hospital any longer, you didn’t want to see your Parents face let alone the nurses that looked at you with sympathy, or the doctors that were just full of cold dead stares.

So you were here walking on the streets of Seoul, it was cold you had no idea what day let alone what time it was, you just wanted to get away.

You fell on the floor with a thud, hitting something or someone.

“IM SOOOOOO SORRY” you looked up to a tall male figure covered from head to toe with warmth,

“No I’m sorry I wasn’t looking, hey ummm could you help me up a little, I can’t stand.

“Yeah sure” he smiled, he didn’t question why you needed help, he just helped you up out of kindness

“I’m really sorry about that my names jungkook what’s yours?”

“My names Y/N”

“Soooo what’s a beautiful lady like yourself doing out so late?”

“Sorry do you know what the time is? Or even where I am?”

Over the 2 years and a half that you were asleep for a lot had changed, you looked around the place and had no idea where you were, you would’ve thought it was LA if jungkook hadn’t showed up, you were weirdly happy that you bumped into him.

“Oh it’s 3:15 am and your in Seoul, do you need help getting home?”

“Oh thanks..... I don’t have a home to go to”

You whispered the last part but it was late so no one was around which meant that he could hear your whisper.

“This is strange but... do you want to come with me, to somewhere more warm?”

For some reason you felt really safe around him, and what could be worse going with this young man to a warm place or dying out here cold.

“Ummm sure”

You guys walked for a really long time, too long, he took you to a cafe a small one, in a corner somewhere, all you cared about at this point was the warmth of this place, almost like the owner knew that you were extremely cold.

“Sooooo I’m sort of a very curious person and you still haven’t answered my question”

“Ummmm what was your question?”

“What is a beautiful young lady like yourself doing out this late?”

“Oh, I jut left a hospital I was staying at and I had no idea where I was going and I got lost, and then I met you and now we’re here”

“Oh are you a doctor or a nurse? Transferring from out of Seoul?”

“No no no I was a patient in that hospital, I got into a car accident 2 and a half years ago, and Seoul has really changed at lot in that 2 years, too much for someone like me.”

“.... I won’t question you anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal detail”

“It’s fine, I feel a lot better, spilling it all, and shouldn’t we get going? The cafe must be closing soon”

“Actually the cafe is closed”

You lifted one brow, confused

“This cafe is mine, and it’s also christmas so it’s not open for a few days”

“Oh I’m sorry it’s your day off and I’m taking it away from you”

“No no no it’s not that, I like helping people out this is why I opened this shop, to help people feel warm and nice in cold times, and donate the money that I can to charity for people who aren’t as fortunate as I am”

You smiled at him, something you had forgotten how to do, since your birth.

“Thank you, really, your so kind and you do things hat most people would just ignore, your really amazing”

You say there talking to him for a few more hours.

Few more months passed and jungkook let you stay with him and his friends, the 7 of them were in a group, only jungkook owned a cafe on the side, you worked in the cafe and lived with the 7 dorks.

This made you extremely happy, that was until your parents started looking for you again, hey found you working in the cafe, and made you sit with them and talk.

‘Talk’ or them saying whatever they wanted and leaving.

“What do you want? I’m leaving you guys alone aren’t I?”

“We’ve decided to get married again”

“Really????!!! After all that really?? What’s wrong with you guys? Your old enough to know that this won’t work”

“Y/N HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR PARENTS LIKE THAT?!??!”

“I DONT CARE YOU GUYS CAN DO WHATEVER, I WAS FINE WITHOUT YOU GUYS, YOU BOTH LEFT ME TO DIE, ALL YOU DID WAS PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL AND BASICALLY TOLD ME TO GO DIE, SO HOW DARE YOU COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME YOUR STARTING THIS STUPIDITY AGAIN”

“We understa..”

You cut them off.

“No... you will never understand what it feels like to wake up without anyone by your side and have doctors tell you, that you’ve been asleep for 2 years and then having to learn how to write read or even lift your arms up and down again, so I don’t care if you want to die together or get married again, I really don’t care, please get out of my shop I need to work”

“WE HAVENT FINISHED TALKING”

Jut then the door opened, it was jungkook, you didn’t want to show your boss/ boyfriend what your parents were really like.

“Oh jungkook your here?”

“Yeah, Oh we have customers I can go wait over there for you”

He smiled melting you.

“We’re not customers, were her parents” they made that smile, that fake smile that you hated.

“There not my parents jungkook, and could you two leave now?”

“FINE YOUR GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL FEE IT WAS A LOT THATS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FOR OUR WEDDING”

“So that’s what your here for? Not to see if your daughter is fine? Not to see if your daughter is still alive? Not to apologise?”

You went to the back took your wallet out and threw money at them, all that you had at them and told them to pick it up and get out, they did just that.

You were confused, you didn’t know weather they were your parents or some people that gave you a loan.

You say there and cried, and jungkook closed the shop and sat next to your curled up figure.

“That was your Parents isn’t it? Y/N talk to me, I’m here for you, you know that”

You looked up at his worried and somewhat hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry you shouldn’t have seen that, that was more uglier than...”

He just hugged you.

“That’s you and if that’s you then I love every inch of it, the scares that we’re left by your parents I want to heal and hide and care for, don’t think of anything right now but me, okay?”

“Okay”

Jungkook was everything to you and him saying he loved every inch of your life meant the world to you.

Soooooooooooooo...... I tried?

Okay it might have been kinda bad, tell me how it was guys, AND DONT FORGET TO REQUEST.

Because my imagination is limited, so help a girl out.

Anyways

Bye

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honeyedhoseok · 7 years

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Noona

word count | 2.1k

genre | noona x jungkook; college au

warnings | profanity, smut (in the future) [M]

Part 2

Jungkook flicked his thumb upwards, scrolling past the endless pictures on social media of other university students unpacking their things, saying goodbye to their parents, some even already prepping for a night out on the town in celebration.

Jungkook’s own apartment was a disaster state, but not because of his own belongings he needed to unpack. He’d brought his clothes, video games, and bathroom stuff for good measure because that was most important. The scattered mess of boxes and unpacked totes that lay in the living room and kitchen were all from his hyungs he was rooming with this year, Jimin and Taehyung.

“Y/N’s not going to text you back any faster if you stare the screen like that, Kookie,” Jimin teased, unpacking a box full of blankets next to the couch and tossing one to Jungkook.

He draped it over the back with a scowl painted on his mouth. “I wasn’t waiting for her to text me bac—“ He was interrupted by the sound of his phone going off in his hand, a snapchat notification from you which he quickly opened. You were sitting with your roommate on your bed, a bunny-ear filter contorting both of your faces and making your eyes impeccably big. He snapped back a picture of his legs with Jimin in the background, typing out “How’s move in going?” lamely before he sent it.

“Dude you’re still talking to her? I thought you gave up on that,” Taehyung commented with a grunt, passing through with a large box of kitchen stuff in his hands. “Hey are you gonna keep dicking around on your phone or actually help us set this place up?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but dragged himself off the couch and into the kitchen, placing cooking pots and pans under the sink in the extra cabinet space. “I never said I gave up on her, I said that I wasn’t going to try too hard from now on.”

Which was a lie.

Jungkook was trying extremely hard, and for all the wrong reasons. He knew you were older, probably out of his league, and deserved better. But he wanted you so bad it made his teeth ache. Most of it was physical, but he didn’t care. The emotions could come later, after he made you moan his name like a personal prayer.

“What you’re saying is you sent her a dick pic and she responded with how cute, so now your ego is hurt?” Taehyung snorted, darting out the way of Jungkook’s fist that shot out to punch him in the stomach.

“What I’m saying is,” Jungkook began, blowing out a breath, “It’s inevitable that it’s going to happen. So all I need to do is sit back and wait.”

Jimin’s cocked an eyebrow at his younger friend, “How are you so sure?”

Jungkook’s phone went off in his pocket then in perfect timing, making a smirk cross his features. “Why is she still talking to me, then?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You’d gotten Jungkook’s snapchat after hanging out with him and his friends over the summer. They were all fooling around, doing ridiculous jumps off the diving board and into the pool. You’d noticed the younger boy’s broad shoulders and toned muscles from the moment he’d stripped his shirt off and dived in, and you hadn’t taken your eyes off him since.

Jungkook, noticing that you were videotaping him earlier, came over to sit beside you and ask you for your snapchat ID so that he could see the video. Your eyes wanted so badly to follow the trails of water that dripped from his hair and onto his chest, rolling down his pecs to the little trail of hair that dipped into the center of his trunks. Instead, you focused on his face, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he talked to you, the furrow of his eyebrows, the veins in his hands as they wrapped your phone to take a closer look.

Since then, your relationship was a flurry of normal conversations that turned increasingly flirty the later they spanned on into the night. Jungkook was very vocal about what he wanted from you, but you were doing everything you could in denying him the pleasure of getting it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him—god, did you—but there was something inside that tingled at the thought of riling the younger boy up. You wanted to keep him distant enough where he fawned after you, but close enough to keep the hope alive that you would eventually give him what he was craving.

It was a sick, twisted relationship that you two had going on, but it was much too fun to stop. However, the ante was upped the moment he decided to drop the bomb that he was going to be a freshman at the same college you went to. Jungkook was closer than ever to getting what he wanted, in the realist way possible, and you both had a feeling your flirtatious relationship was going to soon come to an end.

You snapped him one more picture with your tongue out, sending it with no caption to keep your streak alive as your roommate stood up from your bed, stretching. “I’m gonna go nap before we head out tonight, I have a feeling it’s gonna be a late one.”

You nodded, setting your phone aside. “I need to figure out what I’m wearing.”

“Why, all you’re going to do is talk to that kid all night long,” Yujin laughed, rolling her eyes.

“He’s not a kid!”

“Y/N, you’re a senior and he just got out of high school good.”

“So!” you retorted, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “He doesn’t look like a kid, that’s for sure.”

“Ah ah ah!” Yujin yelled, placing her hands over her ears and walking out of your room, “I don’t want to hear anything that has to do with what he looks like. He’s too young! End of story!”

You giggled as you heard her close the door to her own room, still mumbling nonsense to herself to drown out the sound of your voice. Your phone dinged again and you dived for it, counting to ten before you opened a picture from Jungkook.

What are you getting into tonight?

“Fuck, man, someone placed a fucking C4 right beside the door! How’s a guy supposed to camp in this building?”

“That’s the point. You don’t camp, you twat. You get down there and do some real work, like me!”

“Says the guy who’s thirteen and twenty-two.”

“Fuck you.”

Jungkook tossed his controller to the side as he noticed his phone lighting up beside him, ignoring the complaints that were trailing from Taehyung’s bedroom about the shittiness of their online team.

The three normally split up while they were gaming, but since they lived together now they had to come up with a different system. Jungkook was on his own console in his bedroom and Taehyung was doing the same in his, with Jimin joining in on the unlucky person who lost rock paper scissors. It was a bitch to play split screen while online, so Jungkook was going to make sure he always won.

Noona

Text Message received 8:51pm

I’m going out with my roommates tonight to celebrate moving in, wish you could come!

Text Message sent 8:52pm

Don’t get too lit, wouldn’t want you going home with a random guy

Of course he couldn’t come, he was too young to drink in public. Jungkook cursed himself for even sending something as insecure as that, but your quick reply made a smirk twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Noona

Text Message received 8:53pm

Wouldn’t dream of it, little baby ;P

The nickname annoyed him slightly, but it was kind of cute coming from you. Jungkook would deal with whatever it took if it meant that you’d finally come home with him one day. He sent you a smirk face emoji before tossing his phone to the side again, picking up his controller and rejoining the game that Jimin and Taehyung were still losing.

It was multiple games and hours later, when Jungkook was laying in his bed in the dark, when you sent him a random snapchat. He hadn’t expected to talk to you for the rest of the night considering you would be drinking with your roommates so he opened it quickly, his eyes grazing the picture seconds before it disappeared off his screen.

You were pouting in the backseat of a car, your roommates head rested on your shoulder, with the caption Yujin got sick so we left at the bottom.

Jungkook swiped right on your name, opening the chat feature in snapchat and quickly typing out Is everything okay?

Y/N 12:22am

She’s fine

Really drunk

So am I tho lol

Jungkook 12:24am

I told you to be careful

Y/N 12:27am

I know

You should have been ther

I woud have been focused on u instead drinking

Jungkook laughed at your grammar mistakes, shaking his head against the pillows on his bed.

Jungkook 12:29am

Lol you’re wild

Y/N 12:35am

And you’re cute

His phone buzzed again, a snapchat of your bare legs in bed, obviously having made it safely back to your apartment and already put Yujin to bed. Jungkook sent a picture of his face, the flash blinding him a little with the brightness and showing off the paleness of his upper chest.

Your reply was instantaneous: hot

You didn’t know what made you type the words you did next, but you were sending them before you could think twice about what you were about to do. Jungkook and you both knew it was a bad idea to keep texting when you were drunk. Your conversations always went south this late at night, especially when you were under the influence. But the little shit always wanted them to go this way, even if it was just so he could tease you about it the next day.

Y/N 12:51

Fuck

You should come over

You waited, blinking at your screen in the dark at the words you’d just sent. Your fingers tightened around your phone as you watched the icon that let you know Jungkook was typing disappear and then reappear a few times. You blew out a breath of relief when he finally replied, a smile playing around the edges of your lips.

Jungkook 12:52am

Send me your fucking location

You giggled in the darkness, about to type out an address before realizing that you didn’t have the address of your new apartment memorized. Yujin knew, but she was fucking passed out drunk in her bed at that moment and no help to you whatsoever.

Y/N 12:54am

Ummmm

I don’t lnow it, its jst the apartments by the rec center

Jungkook sent you frowning emoji.

Jungkook 12:55am

Y/N I don’t know where the fuck that is

I just moved in today!!!!

Y/N 12:56am

I’m sorry!!!!!!!!!!

Jungkook 1:00am

Let me come see you tomorrow

You’re mean for teasing me like this

You thought for a moment, picturing Jungkook in your apartment with Yujin’s judgy eyes watching his every move, and you were shaking the idea out of your swimming head before you could even dwell on it long.

Y/N 1:02am

There’s a party tomorrow on campus, you jimin taehyung should come

We can meet..and I’m make up for tonight

Jungkook, being the ever persistent one, immediately typed out: Oh yeah? How? You sent a smirk face back, playing coy.

Y/N 1:05am

You’ll just have to wait and see

Jungkook sent you a picture then, and you clicked on it nonchalantly, expecting another snap of him in the dark with his eyebrows furrowed and a somewhat flirty threat. What popped up on your screen took your breath away, your eyes darting to take it all in a memorize it in your head before it went away.

It was a picture of Jungkook’s lower half in his bed, the comforter pushed off his frame and towards the end of the bed where his bare feet rested. He was gripping his evident hard on through the material of his grey sweatpants, the tendons in his forearm standing out somewhat menacingly.

Don’t fucking tease me noona. Stop playing hard to get

The picture disappeared much too quickly for your liking and you sat in the darkness, feeling your blood rush to your already hot face. Your core was flooded with feeling suddenly, too, making you clench your thighs together underneath the white duvet that covered your bed.

You took a few breaths in and out before typing out an excited reply, biting your lip:

Y/N 1:11am

Im not teasing. Just wait until tomorrow

Goodnight

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts jungkook smut #busanboysnet #helloblamebts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook

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hiddlestonfanficinthebooks · 7 years

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Chapter Two

Days passed, and I honestly feared he was not going to call again. I felt so horrible about my accusation that I honestly would not blame him. I just prayed he was not as sensitive about the whole thing as I was.

On a Saturday after the ordeal, I was actually able to sleep late. When my phone rang at 10:00 AM, I sat straight up and answered it, not even awake yet.

“YES?!!” I gasped, waking suddenly from a dream that I was late for work.

I was greeted by a laugh. “Susannah? Hi. It’s Tom. Is this…a bad time?”

“Nonononononono…no…really…” I yelped. “Hi. Hi, Tom. Hi.”

He laughed again. “I will happily call you back…”

“I’m fine. Sorry, I was asleep still. How…how are you?”

AGAIN, he laughed. “I am well, thank you. I…I happened to get my hands on a pair of tickets to see Hamlet. I hear Andrew Scott is brilliant in it. Want to come with me?”

My eyes widened; I was suddenly wide awake when I answered, “Yes, certainly. That sounds amazing. Ummm…what time should I be ready?”

“Play is at 7:00 and is nearly 4 hours long. Want to eat beforehand? Or after?”

I fell back to the bed and kicked my legs in excitement. “After?”

“Sure; I’ll cook,” was his answer.

I was so stunned I could not speak. “Uhhh…I….ummmm…ok,” I finally squeaked. “May I bring some wine?”

“Certainly,” he laughed. “I’ll never say no to wine. 6:15? Does that work?”

It worked perfectly, giving me time to shop, shower, and dress.

He was early again. When I opened the door, he stepped right into my flat. “Hi, look at you,” he gushed, kissing my cheek. “Wow. GREAT wine. Thank you. Are you…ummm…you’re not expecting me to sleep with you since you paid so much for this wine, are you?”

I nearly passed out right there. I was mortified.

Tom wrapped his forearm around my waist and pulled me to him. With his other hand on my face, he rubbed his thumb under my bottom lip. “Teasing…I am TEASING. I’m so happy to see you again, Annah,” he smiled and then leaned down to kiss me properly. I could have stood there all night and would have been perfectly content.

But he had tickets to one of the most popular plays on the circuit. After Tom made a few calls, we were off to the back of the theatre and were allowed right in so we did not have to wait. The four hours of the play flew by, and in no time, we were backstage shaking hands with Andrew and other cast members before we were again in Tom’s car.

“Do you like pasta?” Tom asked as we waited in traffic. “I know some people don’t eat carbs…”

I had to laugh at that. “Well, I shouldn’t eat carbs, but I LOVE pasta.”

Tom smiled over at me in the darkness, “I am happy to hear that because that’s what I am cooking. I make amazing pasta, if I do say so myself.”

“Well, I can’t wait to try it,” I smiled back. “All that, and you cook, too.” Somehow, that slipped right out of my mouth.

He thought it hilarious, and I just sat there, blushing like crazy.

His house looked very close to what I had imagined. As he changed into jeans and a t-shirt, I walked along his bookshelves, reading from title to title. Unexpectedly, he popped out from around the corner with a pile of clothes in his arms. “My sister left these clothes; want to change into them so you can be more comfortable?”

I happily took them. as I loved the idea of getting out of my heels and dress. “She won’t mind, will she?”

He shook his head and shrugged. “I’ll wash them before she comes back, so she’ll never know.” His laugh echoed through the room as he walked into the kitchen and opened the wine I brought.

Setting it on the counter, he began gathering ingredients and cookware. I stepped into the bathroom to change into her shorts and Clash t-shirt. There I also found a pony tail holder and happily pulled up my hair into a messy bun. I stepped out of the bathroom just as Tom walked up to it, two glasses of wine in his hands.

“This wine is gorgeous,” he said as he sipped. “Everything is on, so if you want, we can sit for a few minutes.” He pointed to his sofa, and as I sat, he did as well and then scooted even closer.

When I emptied my glass, he filled it again as he walked back and forth to cook and then serve the food he prepared. Every single bite of it was delicious, and I ate way too much. As we finished the food, we finished the wine. And then he opened another bottle which we finished, too.

Leaning over, he kissed me, his hand clutching my arm. “Susannah, would…you like to stay the night?”

I swallowed hard. “Ummm…”

He brushed back my hair and kissed me again. “ No pressure, whatsoever. We can do as little or as much as you…”

“Ummmm,” I repeated, biting my bottom lip. “It’s just that…”

“Wait. You…you aren’t attracted to me like that?” he asked, frowning and leaning away from me.

My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth before bursting into laughter. “Oh, my GOD, Tom. I am SO very attracted to you. Very. Really. Believe me. SO, soooooooo very.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Go to bed with me, then?”

“I…I can’t,” I sighed, biting my lip again, thinking of a delicate way to put it. “I mean, I can’t this week. I…it’s…”

And then the understanding crossed his face. “Oooooooooooooh, this WEEK you can’t…” Tom’s face turned bright red. “I…I just…ehhehehehehe…I’m sorry if I have embarrassed you…”

I waved off his concern and said, “You have two sisters and a mum. I am sure you grew up knowing all about that stuff.”

He nodded. “I knew more than I wanted at a young age, yes. You are…interested in one day, NOT this week, of course, but one day…possibly…”

I nodded and smiled.

“But you could spend the night, though. Sleep with me? Stay here?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.

I did just that, cuddled up against his perfect body. It took me hours to fall asleep because all I could think about was him under that thin shirt and his boxers. My heart beat nearly out of my chest.

The next morning, we went out for breakfast, and at the door of my flat, we said goodbye...reluctantly, slowly, we kissed over and over before he left.

Four days later, right after I walked in from work, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, Tom was standing there, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and with a huge smile on his face.

“What…HI…What in the world?” I asked, looking up and down him.

“Close your eyes,” he answered, leaning forward and pressing his long fingers over them. “I have a surprise for you.”

Biting my bottom lip, I waited as patiently as I could.

“Taaaa-dah!” he exclaimed, his hands holding a bike and helmet on either side of him.

I gasped and jumped up and down. “One’s for me?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Want to ride me?” His smile vanished, and he turned bright red. “RIDE WITH ME!?!” he laughed and covered his own face in embarrassment.

“Why, yes, I would,” I smiled, knowing I actually meant both ways.

Changing into shorts, too, I joined him; we toted the bikes outside, hopped on, and rode all over Regent’s Park which was not that far from my flat. The day was perfect, and the ride was even more so.

Back at my place, a couple of hours later, we collapsed on the sofa, water bottles in our hands as we both rested and re-hydrated. “Tom, thank you SO much for the bike,” I smiled, drinking more. “What a great gift.”

“NOW,” he smiled, moving closer to me, “you will have to go with me regularly.” Rubbing his hand behind my neck, he kissed me softly, his fingers playing in the strands of my hair which had fallen loose during our ride.

When I reached out, my fingers tickled along his cheek, and I kissed him back. “I love that idea, sir,” I answered and grinned.

Pressing his face against his arm, he groaned. “Sorry, I need a shower…REALLY need a shower.”

“Oh, I do, too,” I groaned.

He stood to leave, but I reached up and took his hand. “You could shower here…”

He paused to think. “I would, but I don’t have any clean clothes or anything to…”

I cleared my throat before adding, “…with me…if…you want…”

His eyes widened. “Now, Annah, THAT is a LOVELY idea,” he grinned, helping me stand.

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maultheshy · 7 years

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Part 15

@mauldeservedbetter Almeta hummed in thought as a more humanoid looking waitress walked up to them. “What can I get you two?” Almeta looked up and smiled, “I’ll have the Bantha Bowl! I’ve heard it’s delicious. And to drink I’ll have ummmm some hot tea. Any kind is fine.” She giggled and nudged Maul’s foot to get him to order. The waitress nodded and walked away to put their orders in. Almeta looked around the restaurant, it was a pretty nice place, the color scheme was dark colors but beautiful and well lite. Lovely, really. Her eyes made their way back to Maul, he was saying something to her about the place but … he was still shirtless … and she could see his tattoos. She idled wondered if EVERY part of his body was covered in them, and as her mind wondered to a … particular part of his body, her face got very bright and she looked down. One of his hands was on the table, she bit her lip and reached for it. She giggled softly and traced the tattoos on it, then started to play with his fingers. She looked up at him, and playful smiled as she grabbed his pointer and middle fingers with her hand and gently moved them back and forth. She laughed at his perplexed look as the waitress returned with their drinks. “You two are just adorable. A Zabrak and an Atlantean, who would’ve ever thought of that combination. I’m sure it’ll look lovely though.” The waitress winked at them and told them their food would be out soon just before she left them. Almeta’s blushed darkened and she looked to Maul with wide eyes, just now realizing that what they were doing did, most definitely look like a date. She gulped softly, wondering if what the waitress said had scared him, because all he was doing now was staring at her. She gently let his hand go, hers sliding down to her lap as she stared a them, her fingers playing with her pants now. “Are … a-are you okay M-Maul?” She stuttered out in a softly voices, she was so worried. Maul looked up and nodded to the waitress, and then down at the menu again, listening to Almeta order his suggestion, with a small smile, she nudged him under the table. “Wait what? Oh…sorry” He stammered, embarrassed for totally drifting off. “I’ll have the Bantha bowl too please, and I would also enjoy tea.” He said, handing the menu to the bubbly waitress. “I first came here on a mission in the outer rim, and stopped here for repairs, nice place as these places go, was wandering the town looking pretty worse for wear, and a local guy helped me out and pointed this joint out. Seriously good food and…” He trailed off noticing she was looking at him, staring at his body. He had never put his shirt back on, he flushed hotly as her eyes raked over his chest, the toned pecs, his dusky red nipples, the arcing lines and curves, the line that went down the middle of his chest with intersecting lines arrowing down his abdomen disappearing into his trunks seeming to lead the way to… *Oh my stars she’s looking down there… Oh fuck my life…* he said in a choked inner voice, his mouth was set firmly in a tight line, as he tried to control himself, his face covered in a Deep blush. She reached down and grabbed his hand, teasing at his claws, and tracing the ink on his skin, she teased the underside of his palm and he twitched with the ticklish sensation. Raising a nonexistent eyebrow as she played with his fingers, what was she doing? The waitress returned with their tea and saw them interacting, well more like a Maul just not reacting and blushing. Then she spoke, and He just dead panned. Combination…would look… Lovely? *Did she mean… Oh my fucking gods she meant a child .. She thinks that … Omg…* he looked like his soul had fled his body, his eyes were just blank, his mouth twitched and he felt like he wanted to just disappear. *Is this the afterlife? Am I dead?* he wondered in his head. “I… Don’t know… what.. What …” He tried to form words but they died in his too dry throat… “tea please” he squeaked. Suddenly covering his mouth his with his hands at the bizarre sound, eyes wide with embarrassment. Then he just started laughing, and the sheer ridiculousness of the entire situation, he laughed until he almost cried, leaning down on the table, horns almost brushing the surface. “I’m going to be alright.” He chuckled. Somehow, he was. Almeta looked up and tilted her head, she giggled softly. Watching him with both confusion and adoration. To her Maul was honestly such a mysterious creature. She knew some about Zabraks but barely any about the kind from Dathomir. “Maul.” She said his name softly, reaching her hands out she slide them onto his cheeks, she tiled her head staring into his eyes. She blushed softly, studying him, her thumbs tracing his cheek bones with soft caresses. She really did enjoy his company, she hoped with all her heart she could keep him by her side. “Could I ask about your people and yourself? You can ask about mine and me, if you would like.” She bite her bottom lip, waiting on his answer. She wanted to know more about this man that sat in front of her. She wanted to know about his people, just everything to do with Maul. She felt it again, as she stared into his eyes once more, that longing from deep within her, that pull that made her … she leaned across the table and pecked his lips gently then pulled away, dropping her hands from his face with a blush. The waitress walked up again, setting their food down. “So cute. Just call if you need anything else.” She told them her name then walked away. Almeta took a bite of her food and made a noise of pleasure. “This is so good, Maul!” She told him, happily eating more. He finally caught his breath, the laughter subsiding finally, he had to gently shake his head in wonder. He had never ever in his wildest dreams thought he would be in this situation, in this place in his life. He was actually living. He peeked up at her, his eyes glinting up at her full of mirth and mischief. He watched her hands advance and looked back at her eyes, her fingertips graced his Crimson skin, and trailed along the contours of his face, her thumbs trailing along his cheeks, his eyes slid half closed, with the simple pleasure of being touched. Being wanted. He slid his eyes open and studied her face as she asked about him, she wanted to know about HIM. It hit him deeply, she wanted to know about Maul. His breath hitched in his throat, he was choked up with emotion. He nodded slowly not wanting to break eye contact or this moment. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, and he felt his hearts swell with joy, he felt them flutter like a birds wings, that deep rumble started again if only for a moment, ending abruptly when the waitress approached with their meals. And the kiss ended. He wished fervently that they could have just stayed like that for all of eternity, but there was food and he was starving. He watched her dig into the meat, vegetables, and noodles, and her cheeks flush with pleasure, at the taste, he found himself smiling hugely. He was happy. He picked up his serving sticks and began to eat with gusto, making small noises of appreciation as he ate. “Nnnnnnnggg so good… Omg.” He praised himself *Hell yeah Maul, you’ve got the moves.* he laughed aloud, softly, at his own delightful thoughts. Mual paused between bites. “I don’t actually know a lot other than what I’ve told you about my people, I personally only lived there as an infant and toddler, and then… Was taken to be trained, conditioned, made obedient.” He grimaced. “They are a close knit culture, the nightbrothers at least, look out for each other, love one another like blood brothers, and cared for one another.” He said looking thoughtful. Savage would talk of the days in he brotherhood fondly…“ He said drifting off. He answered the unspoken question. “Savage Oppress he is my blood Brother. He and I traveled together for a time after he found me half dead on a trash planet, after a life and death battle with a Jedi. He saved me in a sense, until I had to leave him… Because I would have destroyed him otherwise…” He looked pained, but took another bite of the food and his demeanor changed, savoring the delicate taste. “Speaking of me, it’s actually my 25th Birthday in two days.” He smiled a wan smile. Excited to actually be able to share it with someone other than a droid, his Brother had tried… It had been… Interesting. Enough of me Almeta, what of you?“ Almeta listened to him closely, finishing her food and sipping her tea. She listened to him talk about his brother, Savage Oppress, the name sounded … familiar but she wasn’t sure why. She tilted her head when he mentioned his birthday, her eyes widened and the wheels already began to turn as she thought of something to make for him. At his question about her she smiled softly. "Well, I am the daughter of a Jedi Padawan and an Atlantean, my father fell in love with a young Padawan and she left the Order. They had me but … my mother didn’t survive. It is hard, and mostly unlikely, for a female that isn’t Atlantean to survive the birth of one.” She smiled sadly, both her hands wrapped around her cup, her thumbs rubbing up and down. “My father fell into a depression and, as only half Royalty, the rest of his family wanted nothing to do with me so, the servants and citizens of the Capital raised me.” She took a deep breath. “My Aunt, the Queen, promise me some lesser noble … he … he wasn’t a good person.” She chewed her lip, deciding to move on. “My people are kind but very secretive to outsides. My people accepted me but my family didn’t, they are stuck far in the old ways, unlike the vast majority of our people.” She looked up at him, the bright happiness of her eyes return. “Is there anything you would like to know about my people? My culture? I would be happy to answer any questions!” She giggled out, all traces of anguish and sorrow gone. Almeta loved to talk about her people and it’s culture, but she didn’t want to overwhelm him with anything. She smiled at him, keeping her eyes on his, and waiting for his questions.

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lilithmoonmagicusers · 6 years

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The Light is See-Through

‘If I were to tell you that I can see ghosts, would you believe me? If I said you would die, would you trust me? If I say anything about the things that I see or hear would you do anything? Probably not, sometimes I don’t even believe myself. I don’t want to believe it, I want it to stop. Can you make it stop. Make them stop. I don’t want to see it anymore, I want to finally be free. Release me from my chains. Please make me free. I want to be free, Please.’

My dairy is filled with these kinds of words. I can’t stop the words as the flow from pen to paper. The silence of the room only being cut by the staching pen.

“You can’t just make us go away, you know.” Gloria states. I ignore her and place in my headphones. I can’t hear her if I play music. She isn’t real, I should have stopped seeing them. I should’ve stopped by now. I’m not five anymore, I’m sixteen. I shouldn’t be seeing them. I should be living a normal loner life. Yet, if I was free of them would I be more open?

“Go away, you are not real. Just apart of my head, just apart of my imagination so that I do have friends.” I say aloud. I hoped it to be true and I wished it was true.

Make them go away, make them leave. Leave me alone. Leave me, Alone. She is real and staring at me from my paper. Gloria doesn’t know when to stop. Replacing one of the earbuds for my hands I looked at her. “What do you want Gloria?”

“You had another ‘Nightmare’ and I want to know who is going to join me.” Gloria moved from the paper to the tabletop next to my hand with the pen. Blocking my path to the salt I keep on my desk. To my only protection from them, she trapped me.

“I didn’t see anyone die. Not this time. I saw all of you guys. I was out in the fields and you were surrounding me. Their hands trying to grasp ahold of me as I ran and once I was safe inside the house. Outside the kitchen window, something dark was controlling the truck and it was coming right towards me.” Gloria tried to put her hand on mine but it just fazed through. It gave me the shivers but I sat still. I don’t like it when Gloria is reminded that she is no longer apart of the living. She causes great emotional trauma for me, when she gets like that. She once even caused the lamps in the house to fall at the same time. My feet were cut up badly at the incident. So after that, I keep my words of death and ghosts close to my mind. I try not to say or do much to give Gloria a reason to cry at her afterlife.

“That is odd. You aren’t going to die right, Athena? You are the only one that knows death and love. You can see me and others. You give so many of us hope. You are a bright light to us. So please don’t die.”

“I think it was just my fear of being alone again. Mom and Dad are leaving for the weekend to go on a trip. Plus, they are taking Danny, I’m left to watch the house. I don’t think I want to be alone. I just want to be free from this curse Gloria. I want to finally be able to go out and not suffer from you guys asking for my help. I don’t want to act like that crazy lady. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You are not alone though. I know, we aren’t your first choice in companionship. Hell, when I was ,ummmm, like you I would never have thought I would wind up following a little girl around like a lost puppy. And that little girl is the only person around to see me. What I’m saying is that it is too early to give up.” Her tone raised and fell as she spoke. Her see through eyes showing what little emotion she is capable of. She showed how much she missed being alive and how it hurt her to say such mean things.

“You weren’t cursed. My whole family is cursed. Dad can see you at times and Mom knows when you are in her room. Danny can see you but does nothing and acts like you aren’t even there. So far, I am the one who is cursed so much. To see people’s deaths before or when they are happening isn’t fun or cool. To see you guys makes a lot of people think I’m crazy. Plus with all this weight on me, I just can’t take it anymore and want this curse to be lifted.” I was so angry that I didn’t notice how my life was affecting theirs. They looked to me as if I was salvation and I thought of them as a curse. Something I needed to get rid off.

“It’s not a curse.” I jumped at the loudness of Gloria’s voice. She never yelled at me before. I stared at her while she glared back. Intense meeting startled. “It’s not a curse.” her voice become timid as she left my gaze. “You are our light. You may be drowning in the blackness but to us who are no longer alive. You are shining brighter than the sun, moon and stars. You are our salvation and I hope that through us, you find yours. So please, Athena, don’t give up hope. Please don’t say you think of this as a curse. Because to us this is a gift that only you have. Please Athena, don’t say it’s a curse.” I stood up and left the room but before I closed the door to leave the sad ghost on my desk. I wouldn’t turn around to face her.

“It may not be a curse but it is something I do not accept. I hope you can understand why that is Gloria. If you were like me would you be able to put up with this ‘gift’ for your whole life?” I left her alone and started down the steps. The creaky steps and three pairs of eyes watching me didn’t faze me. The sounds of latin is the only thing speaking to me. The feelings of silver moving and the heart beating. Lights are off and nothing moves, nothing ever moves. It’s nothing but silence that ever greets me. That or yelling and I like the silence more. It means nothing bad is happening, no fights or comments thrown to depack and stuff into a new box. No sister who thinks she rules me and can cinderella me into anything. No ghost or death to report on or some thing to bug me. Silence is welcomed.

“Hey Mom, how is it going?” I ask as I open the bedroom door. Dad lays down on his side of my parents’ queen bed. Mom is curled up against him. My sister lays at their feet. The Tv’s light casting them in a light of innocence. As if the world just melted away leaving only the three of them. I closed the door softly and left them to their nap. It was still early.

The sun shines on my face from a nearby window, I think it’s time to step out into another world. Taking a small jacket I open the red door and disappear into the sunlight leaving no trace of my disappearance.

The trees sway with me as I swing. The birds chirp and the living and dead are mixed together. Some of the dead are reliving how they died, animals falling from high places, children throwing rocks at animals and hunters hunting. The swing next to me was filled with the ghost of a child. He swings as if not bothered by the dirt and blood on him mixing in perfect harmony. This child was killed and left her by his mother, at least that is what he told me once.

“I wish I could see mama again sometimes. I want to ask why I was brought here and why I can’t play with others anymore. I want to ask her if she stills love me.” He is only eight. He should be in school and learning to become something, not here. Not rotting away and only having me to talk too.

“I don’t think you would like the answer to that Sweetie. You seem like a good boy and I’m sure one day you might see her again.” His mother visits every year on a random day but the child can no longer recognize her. She is just a face in the crowd.

“Do you think there is someplace for me. Is there a place for me go.” We go through this everyday I’m here. He knows my answer but I can’t seem to get it through his head.

I know this isn’t the case. Ghosts can feel things too. They are real to me and I don’t want this curse of a gift. “Sweetie, one day, when you meet your mother again. What would you do?”

“I would forgive her and tell her that I love her.” I was shocked. Most ghost, when they see their killers, family or not, would try to get revenge. Kill them the same way they were killed, forcing them to their own untimely deaths.

“I’m sure she would love that you know. That you forgive her.” he smiled at me and I smiled back. This child was still innocent and had no clue of the world. He was lucky to be taken out of it before he could experience more of this hell. To experience everything bad.

“I would also hug her and ask if we can go home. It gets lonely here and I want to go back home. I want to play with my toys again and ask mama to read me some stories. We can even eat only veggies if she comes back.” I continue to swing and looked at my feet.

“I wish I could forgive just as easily as you can. Sometimes, I don’t want to see what I do. I don’t want to see the looks on their faces as the die. The terror and screaming I can still hear it at times. I don’t want to see ghosts, I just wish to be normal.” Normal, what is even normal anymore. It is something I crave and wish for so much. Yet, what is it like to be normal? Is anyone truly normal?

“Did you see me die?” I nodded. “Thank you. I wasn’t alone then. I thought I felt someone’s eyes. Mama never believed me when I said I saw things that she couldn’t. I was so scared that maybe I was alone but thanks to you I wasn’t.” I saw me there, the night he died. The night his mother betrayed him and stabbed him to death. Leaving him here in a shallow grave to rot forever.

“If you grew up you could have grown out of that. I never did, I am the unlucky one. I shouldn’t have just watched but that’s all I can ever do. Watch. See their terror and blood and hear their cries and screams. It’s haunting.”

“Then why not make it into something new. Like when I was playing with sand at the beach. Someone knocked down my castle but I just took the sand and formed something else.” Can it be that easy, to just rebuild even if all things crumble like sand?

“For a child you are pretty smart. Thank you.” We swing in peace. The trees sway and the living and dead live in a perfect balance. They are balanced while my mind races. I struggle to find what is right and wrong. Which side of me do I believe?

Make them leave, Leave me Alone. Everything is peaceful. I can help them. No, they only cause trouble. To other people, I am crazy. To my family, I am the rock I don’t want to be. Give them a chance. This child and Gloria count on me. No, let them suffer. They can’t help me. No one can. Please just listen to my heart and see I can help them. No! They are only out to hurt us. They want us to give them a fix and than leave us broken and used. No they aren’t. They just want to be free like me. See that. Never. I am nothing put their pawn and light that I don’t want to be. Leave me alone. Make them leave. Help them and they can help me. We can save each other from the darkness that has been breeding people and ghosts like me and them.

I would debate with myself when I came here and talked to the child. The whole scene reminds me so much of peace that it can be sickening. The part that makes me push them away always wins. The part that asks me to accept and act is always forgotten and left to die. Until I come back here again and swing with the child, than it is reborn. Maybe it is his wise innocence that bring that part back to life. Or the fact that I watched him die when I was about half his age that brings this debate. Maybe it’s a bit of both and that’s why I’m in this never ending cycle.

“What does it feel like to be held?” The child laughed and I kept on swinging. I don’t remember. I would push hugs away with my family and I had no friends. I seem to have forgotten as well. Staring up and swinging, it hides my face as it twists with the lie.

“Like a gentle feather that is filled with endless joy and love. Compassion and kindness that seems to wrap itself around you until you are the feather and you go on the endless cycle. That is what like to be held. A soft embrace filled with emotions.” He didn’t see or notice my bold face lie. What does it feel like to be hugged?

“I can’t wait to be held by mama again than.” A small smile formed on my face as I looked him in his eyes. He had a giant grin on. He was smiling like he was so happy, like he could outshine the sun. He knew he is dead but didn’t know what that meant. He knows I don’t like his kind yet he talks to me like I was a friend. He knows all of this and yet he smiles so sincerely. What is this child? Why does he bring out something I hate but something good?

“Maybe one day.” With a leap I was off and left the park and peace giving air. Trees waving goodbye as the child screamed out. To relive your death every day at the same time is horrible. To be free until the chains of your death clawed their way to your soul. All that can be heard is his screams. The first screams I heard and the ones that will continue to haunt me. “I want to be free from this.” Haven’t I been tormented enough? Haven’t they been tormented enough?

“ You are our salvation and I hope that through us, you find yours.

Through us you can find your own light.”

As I walked through my own valley of death, I can see that maybe I can become a light. I can help those who can’t help themselves anymore. To become a light, I must accept my gifts and hope for the best. Thank you child, thank you Gloria, I will try and become the light you need. So I turned around from my march, a new goal in mind. I sought out the child. Maybe he can be my first one to help. Since he was the first one I saw die.

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Ashes of the Old World Session Branch 13-B Part 1

Time: Sometime after Session 12 Characters: Zealous Terminator

Starting things off for the hell of it, Zealous, You're in Anxe, a city known for being really tall and built out of mostly towers, the excited comradery and celebration of the populace is fairly loud after the wierd spider invasion has been fought off recently in part thanks to your "friends" , Your "friends" are currently having to deal with tarnocks trial coming up, something about a guard going missing, as you might have been told by uncle ashara, either while he was drunk or slightly less drunk, either way you have free reign to explore, what do you do?

"Hm, I wonder where everyone is at right now?" I wonder quietly as I step through a door, looking about himself to get an idea of what the whole place looks like at this time of the day. At this very moment, I felt like actually exploring the library for some books on famous wrestlers. Hopefully I can find some interesting lore.

The library is a dusty bastard, people with pointy hats and vaguely important looking educational based cloths filling these halls, probably from various schools and colleges, while not a large buidling its pretty sizable and presumably chock full of books on various subjects, >Roll some hot saucy Investigation check to look for your desired books

While few books you find have the term "Wrestler", You find atleast five in total revolving around arena games and pit fighting, One actually going into a specific biography about one of these participants in these games "Sexy Fred" detailing how sexy he was and the force at which he ripped opponents in two and danced beautifully after victory, two of the books have two different accounts by two seperate authors about the start of competive fighting stating there own home town as the start of it, contradicting each other atleast every respective chapter, The remaining two are ledgers holding lentghly lists of known "wrestlers" or "arena fighters"

"This sounds fun." I stated as I flipped through the pages, "This Sexy Fred sounds quite livid." After few minutes of reading into it, I had already begun to form ideas in my head. This... "arena games" and "pit fighting" sounds like something I should look into. I turn to the nearest coneheads which are also deemed as guardians of the library. "Hey, where can I find pit fights?" I ask.

The nearest conehead, A halfling with freckles all round thier face and bright orange hair almost going down to thier feet, confusidly looks to Zealous, she looks tired trying to determine if shes even awake after just glancing at him for a couple seconds, with the only immediate response being, "....what?"

"The pit fights, the arena gaming, the place where Sexy Fred fights at. Can you point the direction out to it for me, please?" I ask, growing mildly concerned for the exhausted ginger in front of me.

"...Finals coming up and I'm already hallucinating" The ginger halfing shakes her head, as if trying to disprove to herself that Zealous is even there "....And you're still there, Hello, sorry I don't....I don't know what your talking about, I don't know a fred, Is he a friend? I can check the ummmm...Lost and found....no thats....you can't put people in there, no" The tragic lack of coffee in this time becomes violently apparant

"If you are taking history finals, you are failing it terribly, my young fair madame!" I shout at the librarian as I waved at her. "Sexy Fred is somewhat of a gladiator I hear. Never mind, is your elderly one or a supervisor around?"

"No they're at the college, they make me buy books they wrote and the libraray sells them here, 50 gp is fucking bullshit, course requires it too, they only reference ONE FUCKING PAGE, I just wanted to learn astrology dammit, The fuck is an algebra" Ginger Halfling has started crying

I sigh out of exasperation. I do not know why this young lady is telling me her troubles with school and finances. I just want directions to a pit fight, or an arena. "Right... I don't know what an algebra is either, but if it's important, you might as well learn it." I stroke my orange beard out of frustration. Right then, I might be best be off to find a place that sells or gives information about maps. Wait, I am at library. I slap my forehead and began to search for maps.

Yeah don't even roll for that, they got maps, theres even a large sign saying MAPS, at the reception desk

I pick up the map and began to look through them for locations of the pit fights and arena games. I am on a mission ladies and gents! Zealous Terminator is coming!

There is actually several in and around Anxe, Roughly Thirteen competing ones in the lower city tier, Three in the mid city tier and one large one in the highest tiers

Assuming I am already on the lower city tier... I am going to go ahead and visit one of the thirteen pit fights then work my way around from there. Hm, I wonder if I should be concerned with Tarnock's trial? I should be looking for evidences to help him break free. Oh well! TO THE PIT FIGHTS!

I ran as far as my tiny little legs can take me.

The Richard Butter Slam, Is the fighting pit you come up to first, it looks a little bit in disrepair, wooden boards covering atleast two destroyed windows,

A small line out front, A bugbear with yellow spots, A father and his five children, An elf, and various more nameless npcs large bouncers standing at the door

I sure hope these bouncers don't recognize me. By their sizes, I should be able to slip by easily between their legs!

?????.....why are you worried about them reconizing zealous?

You'll never know if I need a code or password to get into the fight club.

(Look at this fuck forgeting the first rule of fight club) That has nothing to do with being reconized, but i suppose if you wanna slip in without being noticed by bouncer senpai you'll half to make a sleath check

The Bouncers notice Zealous-Kohai very shortly paying very little mind untill looks like hes doing a sneak , closing thier legs before he can walk underneath them "Hold it, where you think you're going?"

I look up and then chuckled uneasily, "Erm.... inside?" I said.

"If you watching get in back of the line, Or are you looking to get messed up?" The bouncer grunts

"Look at me and tell me what you think?" I point to my mask and my outfit, surely it is painstakingly obvious! "I am here to MESS someone up."

>Roll the better of intimidation or persuasion

"................" The bouncer is having the hardest time not laughing "You Serious??? HAHAHAHAHA" welp there he go, doing a laugh

Can I do a punch to make him change his mind?

Shit fam give a go >roll your attack

The bouncer is hit in such the right spot to spit out a whole Electrum piece, The other Bouncer is looking with concern "Lenny, We talked about this don't eat coins"

"No thats from....way back I don't.....look fucker just go in ow" Lenny bouncer grimaces

With a prideful grunt, I walk into the fight club! As upon entry, what do I see?

Zealous should be able to gaze upon, A bunch of chairs and tables filled with people, Surrounding a platform created by just having a bunch of crates pushed together, there is what looks like a fishing net at each side of the crate platform, This building clearly wasn't intended for this kind of activity but was makeshiftedly turned into it.

There is two people fighting inside the platform currently one with a club and the other punching him real hard, loud cheering from the crowd

I have urges rising inside me, warrior's blood boiling, screaming me to join in the fight. However... I think I am going to look around or hear anyone talk about this... "Sexy Fred". I walk about in the arena, also looking for something to eat. I am not just being here to revel in the fight, I am also here to eat food and pick up on the lead on the guy as well.

There is alot of Butter stands like selling whole sticks of butter, in The Richard Butter Slam arena, As well as barrels of ale, Bread stands, A stand deep frying bread using ale, wierd stuff

Hm, I think I am in mood for some Buttered toast and a glass of ale.

Costs about 12 copper in total, most of the price coming from the butter, its not very expensive down here and thats probably because everyone is poor as fuck

I SHALL TAKE THAT! Upon after purchasing them, of course.

pffft, alright the conversion rate of gold to copper is 100 Cp per Gp, so...math that out, or just pretend its pennies to dollars if that helps. The stand (user) owner happily gives you your change and hands you your food

Nice! I grabbed dem food and then walked toward the table nearby and began to eat them as I watch the fight! I am totally secretly studying my next possible fighter's fighting techniques.

I'm just realizing zealous is probably the richest fucker in the room....Anyway! Yeah the two fighters are distributing a whole wallop to each other, While the club wielder have the clear damage advantage the fist fighter is moving around to dammed fast,making it hard to land anything on him, sliding around each swing and bopping the club wielder's nose, after a couple good snoot boops Club user finally collapses onto the platform, an announcer shouting, "Ohhhh! and thats another win for Legs Leviticus, The Club Conroy is going to be mad about that when he wakes up"

"END HIM!" I shout from the chair, shaking my fist violently as I spew butter and bread from my seat.

Legs makes his way to the end of the platform looking down at Zealous "What is with this....Sassy lost child?"

"I AM ZEALOUS TERMINATOR!" I shouted from the distance.

"Well you aint gonna be shit after I'm done with you" Legs motions upward with his thumb as if to challenge Zealous, Club is being picked up and dragged away by staff

"THAT'S A CHALLENGE I SMELL. I SHALL TAKE YOUR CHALLENGE!" I shout and charged toward the clearing, entering the ring by doing some sort of acrobatics for a dramatic entry.

Take a wild guess on what you're going to >Roll

You look like your about to make a glorious amazing and majestic flip entry, Right up untill you hit into the fish nets you've apparantly completly fogotten about, Legs seems concerned motioning to where Club is being carried out, theres apparantly a small flap where in fighters enter and leave the platform

I hurriedly remove myself from the net to face the Legs more properly. I also make mental note that there's a small flap in case I should inspect it. "Alright, just... give me a second here." I muttered quietly as I attempt to get myself upright.

Task is simple enough not to require a roll, since the net is fixed to the crates and the cieling, There is very little way to get tangled, inless you break it

Nah, no need to break it. Anyway! I get into the clearing and face the Legs more properly. I size him up from the ground, assuming he probably got a huge size advantage on me?

Apparantly yes, standing 6 feet tall and having him some pointed ears, legs starts stretching his legs

I point up toward the Legs and shout out in a mighty prideful cry, "ARE YOU READY TO GO BACK TO YOUR MOMMY FOR SOME COOKIES AND MILK!?"

"SOMETIME LATER TODAY SURE, BUT NOT BEFORE I TEACH YOU SOME TABLE MANNERS" Legs exclaims stomping his legs onto the platform floor

"THEN GET SOME TABLES AND I'LL GLADLY ACCEPT YOUR LESSONS. TEACHERS NEEDS TO HAVE PROPER SUPPLIES TO TEACH THEIR STUDENTS!" I screamed at top of my lungs and proceed to grab at this man's legs.

Oh boy Combat start, Roll some crunchy Initiative, mostly just to determine who goes first

Good Shit, >roll athelics to grapple

The legs to fast to touch as they hop out the way of your grab attempt, His turn

Seeing you leaned over he reels one of his legs backward and strikes it forward, this misses, but shortly after his other legs comes trailing behind, but this has about the the same success, zealous turn

I tackle and wail on the remaining leg he has on the floor!

TO BE CONTINUED->

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