#have stans running around attacking anyone and everyone they can get their hands on

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Do you feel that Edelstans are engaging in some sort of psychological warfare here? The amount of times they sealion and repeat the same talking points that have been discussed over 4 years be it about Edel's stance on nobility, her imperialism, her racism and desire to genocide an endangered race feels like it's repetitive on purpose; to make the mind vulnerable to believe anything even if there's factual evidence against it.

I don't know that they're thinking that far ahead about it nonnie lol, I just think they're trying to argue for the sake of it. They have to know by now that people have their opinions already and that arguing and telling us our opinions or discussions amongst ourselves are wrong or "strange" isn't going to make us like or even want to like their favorite. They just, for some reason, cannot stop reagitating the same old shit.

I mean, I think they're a combination of chronically online and can't handle that other people don't like their favorite. Whenever people are minding their business just talking amongst people they know with their shared interest, these people seem to butt in and argue with them. My post was almost entirely about Miklan and his influence on the story, and yet that last person was saying "Crests had nothing to do with it" and shit, but like... Sylvain and Dimitri's supports were literally about that?

Basically they ignored everything in my post regarding what it was actually about and just wanted to argue anti-Dimitri (and Rhea, who the overall post was very minimally about), because the overall post they responded to wasn't really that much about Dimitri, but Miklan's place in the story (which has to include Dimitri and what he's doing).

Generally, from everything I've seen across various Faerghus blogs/people who just like the Faerghus characters, the Edelgard stans do this to all of them or most of them (at least the ones who are actively discussing the games amongst each other). Basically if you're just any random user who likes Dimitri, they'll do this to you if you're posting about him in a positive light. That's what I meant by as soon as you start posting about Houses, that's it, you're immediately anyone's target for discourse even if you don't engage in that regularly (and only do so when it's thrown at you).

Like yeah, I give my opinions about what I don't like (such as the second half of GW and coming up, why I hate VW's treatment of Claude about as much but in a totally different way), but I'm doing it to just express my opinion on my blog to my followers in my own space without tags that aren't my own personal tags.

It's fine to talk about what you don't like, but they always come in to talk about what they don't like... on posts that already exist about liking those things these people don't like. Like... it's literally common courtesy not to go onto a post loving up about a character and being like "this character is bad and wrong".

Frankly, I think they just thrive on discourse. Why else would one of them come onto a post that had nothing to do with them, wasn't in the Edelgard tag (and was a reblog no less, from someone they don't even know and had never met), was only talking about Dimitri as a side effect of talking about Miklan, and ultimately had nothing to do with what they wanted to argue about it (i.e. they just seem to have picked a random post that was pro Dimitri to argue for Edelgard and reach as faaaar as they could to justify why they were on that post at all)?

Also yeah, it's been the same shit for four years now with some extra Hopes salt and pepper added in. It's tiring and I want no part in it. Like, my posts about why I believe the writing failed Edelgard as a character? It's my opinion on the overall writing, and while they haven't engaged with those posts at the time of this ask (I didn't tag them in the main tags specifically for that reason), I wound up tagging it as discourse in at least the first part (for followers who are worried about discourse and being found and targeted to be able to avoid that) because all the discourse that's happened ultimately ended up making anything negative about Edelgard discourse. You can't say anything bad about her without it essentially being discourse because of this bullshit.

I enjoy discussing things with my followers and mutuals and seeing their perspectives, and it's good because we realize things from each other! But the important difference is that we're on the same page with each other/understand that it's harmless discussion, just giving our thoughts to each other and we understand that we're all trying to be respectful and not drag discourse into it. We don't have to agree on everything. I've had people disagree with me to some extents regarding Edelgard, and like... that's fine if you're not an absolute dick about it?

Me and R (if you know who that is you know who that is lol, just to not specifically name drop in case?) don't agree on Ike at all but we've been mutuals for years (and that's looking at my favorite lord, one of my favorite FE characters overall, and my second and third favorite FE games in the franchise). Difference being, we can have a solid and respectful conversation about it, or even about Claude who I like and R doesn't really like all that much).

It's one thing to have a discussion, but they only want to be completely right with no contest. They also come in, instead of having a good faith conversation, saying outright that we're wrong and strange, which is an antagonistic manner of starting a conversation. They're not polite; they're demeaning right from the get go, and they can't fathom how anyone could like Dimitri.

So, to sum this up... it would appear to be a case of chronically online, people unable to handle anyone having differing opinions, and thriving on arguing and pulling people into discourse. I don't know that they're trying to wear people down, because people who like Dimitri already are set in that they like Dimitri. They're not going to magically change their minds no matter how hard Edelstans argue at them. It just seems like they want to argue and hate other people.

Sadly this is why I have to be cautious when interacting with FE fans at all (of any game), because if they like Edelgard I'm automatically wary because of shit like this.

When talking to someone who isn't in the fandom, I expressed worry about their Edelgard loving friends knowing about me (because said person was playing Houses for the first time) because I love Dimitri and because of experiences from Edelgard fans and how they target Dimitri fans.

You know what they told me in response? That Dimitri fans are the ones attacking Edelgard fans (on Twitter) just for liking Edelgard. That is to say, the Edelgard lovers already told and convinced their friend this was true before I even expressed my worry. Was I surprised? No. Disgusted? Yeah. It tells me that when Edelgard fans get their friends into the game (and have them play CF first), they "warn" them about Dimitri fans before they even start playing.

Mind you, this person has now played CF and is an Edelgard fan now, just like her friends. When I started trying to explain to this person why I'm not comfortable discussing politics from this game (because of all the discourse) she got mad because it was "too much fandom drama" for her... but she didn't care when her Edelgard loving friends "warned" her about Dimitri fans? Said person also said "her friends will filter for her", and she told her friends (which I saw from a screenshot from her) that she leans more toward Edelgard's viewpoint politically, so uh... suffice to say someone I once was a friendly acquaintance with because of another fandom I'm very uncomfortable around now.

Ironic, isn't it, how the Edelgard fan has Edelgard loving friends and they get mad when a Dimitri fan tries to explain why they're uncomfortable with the game's politics, but the Edelgard fans can actively talk shit about actual real life people for being fans of an opposing character and that's not too much fandom drama. I've felt sick to my stomach that a potential friendship has a tear in it now because of fucking Edelgard discourse, and frankly I don't know if it can mended because of how uncomfortable I feel around her now.

While I'd like it to, I don't have high expectations considering she was more than happy to listen to her friends talk about fandom drama/tell her about it but got mad at me for trying to explain why that exact drama is why I'm uncomfortable discussing the game's politics.

Like, it really is always the Edelgard fans and I've seen plenty of people who originally were on the fence about her decide they don't like her now because the stans made them hate her or actively dislike her.

#DCB Ask #I talk abt Fodlan with my followers/mutuals bc I like the games but... #I also feel genuinely SAFER discussing other games in the franchise bc none of those games #have stans running around attacking anyone and everyone they can get their hands on #who doesn't love their favorite as much as they do. not even Fates had discourse even remotely like this

[fiveloml]

Hii first i love your writing!

I never really send requests so i apologize if it's nothing special, but what about Five having a thing with someone from comission who gets angry when he leaves back to 2019, and in the 60s comes back with Lila but in a younger body to take revenge on him, but thwir feelings win and there is a sweet partners to enemies to lovers moment 💗

five hargreeves x reader. “why did you leave?“ [ gender neutral reader. ]

─ ✧ being time traveling assassins can be messy, but your feelings for your work partner are even messier. especially when you want to kill him.

─ ✧ i'll write a part 2 of this . eventually. maybe i dont know LMAO but if you're interested in another part, let me know ( or want to be tagged if i do ) sorry for being dead for a few weeks lmao.

“five! this is stupid, what on earth are you trying to do?! you might aswell let me stab you now since you're leading your family into a death trap.“ you hiss, grabbing his wrist before he could blink away.

“i have to save my family, y/n. i've told you this so many times!“ five snapped back, pulling away as he looked at the handler.

“your time is running out.“ she mouthed, a scarily wide grin on her face.

“and if that plan doesn't succeed?“ you say with a very big emphasis on the doesn't.

five looks back at you and sighs. “i'll make it. i'm sorry, but i need to get back to them. it was great working with you.“

in a blink, he was gone.

you stood there, letting out a scoff and shaking your head.

“i'll kill that bastard.“

[ timeskip .. ]

you and lila walked towards hotel obsidian, hands in your pockets as a small boy followed the two of you.

“are you sure they're here?“ you questioned lila. “yeah, saw the idiots all mumbling and fumbling to get through the front door.“ she replies.

“yeah.. definitely them.“

“i'm here to kill five. once i'm done, you're on your own.“ you muttered, looking at the knife in your pockets as lila chuckled.

“me? on my own? in that body of yours, you'll be taken in by an adoption center!“

“right..“

you looked down at your 13 year old body, letting out an annoyed sigh and stared back at lila.

“i'll be fine..“ you continued to walk ahead as she quickly caught up, hand holding onto stan's.

“this is where we part ways, i'll look for diego and you can look for five.“

you nod your head and rushed away, entering the hotel and doing a quick search. noticing klaus, luther and diego sitting on a table with one figure turned away so you couldn't see his face.

however that annoying ugly haircut wouldn't belong to anyone else.

you watched quietly as five eventually stood up, deciding this was your chance to move as you casually walked after him.

once you were both in the quiet hallways and away from everyone else, five stopped and turned around.

“didn't think someone was already after me! what now?“ he says with jazz hands, a forced smile and clearly sarcasm in his voice.

“old habits die hard! not one day i don't want to put a knife through your torso.“ you laughed, pulling out your dagger as five's expression quickly turned into one of confusion.

“wait!-“ he barely avoided your attack as you aimed straight for his chest, you nearly trip but turned your foot to look back at him.

“i've waited so long to do this, i am not waiting any longer.“ you say angrily, trying to strike once again but five blinks behind you, grabbing your wrist and pinning you down.

“y/n?!“ he questioned, you struggle under his grasp as you writhe and squirm.

“yes, its me! now get off you scumbag!“ you quickly pushed him off you, turning the tables as he was now on the ground. you held onto your weapon and raised it into the air, preparing to stab it right through him, but you were stopped.

a hand, one that held onto your hand rather tightly as you looked up. “luther! have you lost weight?“ you said with an annoying smile, he lifted you up with ease as five got up.

“if i'm the scumbag, what does that make you?“ he huffs, dusting off his suit while you tried to get luther to release you, kicking and punching as luther was unphased.

“you're backstabber! an abandoning, ugly haircut having backstabber at that!“ you scowled, luther finally dropping you down onto the ground.

“thanks..“ five mutters, watching luther walk away as you gently rub your wrist.

...

“this is awkward.“ he inserted his hands into his pockets and looked down at you, tapping his right foot as you grumbled incoherent words.

“alright, enough moping on the floor. follow me.“ five hoisted you up as you didn't refuse or say a word, simply following wherever he went in defeat.

you found yourself in a room, one you assumed was five's due to the umbrella academy uniform hanging behind the door.

“for starters, how did you get here?“ he asks, leaning on the nearest wall with a cup of black coffee in hand.

“i've been with lila, and for some reason my body shifted to its younger self while we went to your timeline. it's pretty damn annoying considering now i'm a child in normal people's eyes.“

“well now you know how i feel.“

you chuckled at his statement. “yeah.. i remember asking the handler why she made me have a 13 year old as my partner.“

“well that '13' year old was better than you in every single aspect of assassination.“ he says with a smug smirk while you playfully roll your eyes at him.

“..why did you have to leave..?“ you whispered, five's smirk disappeared and a sigh in its place.

“it was lonely without you, you know? having to deal with lila alone wasn't very fun.“ you say with a dry chuckle, inevitably returning to the gloom you had from before as you looked down at your shoes.

“why don't you get the job done then?“

you looked up at five, handing out your dagger towards you with a blank expression.

“your family needs you, or whatever sappy bullshit. i'm not saying i won't try and kill you again, because i will. i just.. i dont't know. i hated you all this time but seeing you again..“ your voice trailed off, you knew that five brought you more comfort than anything in the world.. but you couldnt have him. he loved his family and nothing could beat that kind of love.

“i should leave, i don't want to be here any longer.“

“wait!-“

you didn't bother to listen, walking out the door and resisting every urge to look back.

you couldn't have five, as a friend or as a partner. you were always just someone passing by in his life.

#tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #tua x you #the umbrella academy x you #five x reader #tua x y/n #five hargreeves x reader

[the-firebird69]

There are few other things in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte you're getting ready for tomorrow when he goes up there and he's kind of interested in getting there it's a pain in the ass he likes to be in a different atmosphere on occasion it's like house arrest here and we noticed that too the only thing you can do is go to the mall and look at retards and walk around and buy some food and it's a terrible terrible day when he does it the oxygen deprivation and degradation they haven't eat stuff that's not right I'll tell you that he's under dress and it's worse than that he is under house arrest by the people here and that's the warlock and we're going to hold them to it and we're going to get to business now

-his entire need of an altered source of income it's a few reasons for that people are thinking of attacking DC and New York Virginia and the Carolinas and it kind of would make a mess out of the place and it would ruin law and order possibly globally and it appears that the attacks are coming and they're not going to be permanent even the sand gets pulled out pretty quick but it is going to cause disruption and unrest globally and part of the cause is that they're all holding him to the social security crap and that brings us to this point there is a lot of talk about doing away with people who are having him stay on it they do not want this kind of crap they don't want to call him names or have them look down on and have them run around and just get rid of people because they're allowing it it's ridiculous they have no controls on him at all they're allowing him to kill everybody and take over and put bases where he wants what kind of a plan is this but it's a plan of nincompoops that's what they said and he says exactly how it is it's Johnson's social security and it gets a lot worse they're giving me a dead end and they know about it and they said he's fighting for his life like we are against including you Max it's absolutely true the foreigners have a better system when they're fighting each other then these guys do when they're fighting each other that's true too it still help people who are valuable while they're at war. And we seen it for a long time Dave and Carol we're happy overseas and we're miserable here and her son grew up in misery

-we're not doing stuff about it and we're enacting rules and loss and the McDonald's are far better at helping him and even Stan and Biden and there's some family there too and Ken and the big guys the big guys used to get almost everything for him the kind of shut down but the McDonald's or agreed to work with him it's out of necessity they say they're good at it and they are they're helpful and they are helpful people and he's going to start getting bigger for everyone's plan here and their own and he does need assistance with it he's going to be a big mouth we're going to have to step in and that's why he's doing it and he knows it but there are some side effects to it when people trying ding you in a certain way and physically will he probably won't do it too much but people provoking and they will see them provoking him and it makes a big difference when he's bigger he won't bother anyone basically he noticed when he's pumped up and people are smaller they leave alone so he doesn't bother them and they're actually happy with that when it's happening but there are some people who like to bother him and pester him and he's going to be big and lethal and the police want to register him and all the stuff and it's going to help us and yeah he might get into a fight and he said I'm going to defend myself and Olympus has to be ready for it because that's how it's going to go and we do know what he's saying that's how it's going to go and we have to be ready for it where these heroes we fought with their hands a lot when we were here and he might have to he might have to today and tomorrow and we are aware then and we are ready for it people are always Adam and it doesn't mean he'll get out of it not without our help and he knows it. And it doesn't give him a carte blanche either and he tries to get out of stuff these assholes in the house won't let him out of it and we are going to go after them now hard we hear their reaction to the noisy made on purpose and they are spent and we're going to put it up there on the board now couple other things but we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[idy-ll-ique]

The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed, reblogs will be accepted and appreciated too <3

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

[kiribaku-queen]

Sero falling for a civilian who turns out to be a villain. Not a huge one but still bad, she wasn’t even suppose to interact with him and kept it a secret from the other villains (so not one of those were she was sent to spy on him). he tries to convince her to join good (angst) maybe end with some fluff? (Like he does save her from evil or he wants to be with her so bad he turns to evil just for her l)

In the Hands of the Most Lovely Villain

Fluff, action, angst

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: stan latino sero

Her eyes were like the burning, passionate flames of the sun. Lively and spontaneous. Her eyes showed the story of an adventure. Sero always knew what she was thinking because her eyes showed it all. They showed so much emotion that even when she tried to hide it, she just couldn’t because her eyes never lied. One reason why he loved looking into her eyes so much. So why were these same eyes that he loved so much staring back at him with anger and fierceness?

He remembered when he first saw those eyes. They were so big and innocent, full with curiosity of the world.

You were wearing something girly that day: a sun dress with floral prints that flowed in the wind just right, enough to make any man glance at your direction. You felt like you were in a movie, where you were the main character that just moved into the big city, starting her life all over again. But you don’t normally dress like this. You decided to dress up in something out of your comfort zone because you never get to go out. And honestly, you were in love. Your father never allowed you to explore the city without the escort of your older brothers. Your four older brothers. You’ve tried escaping. Oh, how you’ve tried. Did they catch you every single time? Yes. So there was no point in trying anymore. However, on special occasions, they would allow you to get some fresh air. But only when you never left their sight at any point in time.

Today, though? You were up for a challenge.

You had to come up with a clever plan. And when you mean clever, you mean clever. So deceiving that your brothers wouldn’t be able to tell you slipped away.

Your brothers stood on every side of you. Two in front of you and two behind you, trapping you in this invisible jail. So there really was no way that you could ‘accidentally’ fall behind or run away. Looking left and right very discretely, your eyes lit up upon seeing a public bathroom. You stopped, making all 4 males stop with you. You held your stomach and faked a pained expression.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” you announced, hastily making your way to the bathroom. But you quickly got annoyed when all 4 brothers moved with you. You had only taken one step only to stop again.

“I can go by myself,” you sighed at them with a side eye.

“We can all go together,” the third oldest said.

“No!” you whined, giving them the biggest pout to convince them to let you go alone. But they knew looks could be deceiving and weren’t falling for it. They didn’t even blink. “I don’t need all of you guys to go in!”

“She’s right,” the second oldest stood up for you. You snapped your head towards him and a bright light shone in his direction. Could this be? Could a miracle be happening to you right now? Is your second oldest brother the light to your world?

“She only needs one. I’ll go,” he offered, pushing his way through but was quickly stopped when the rest of your brothers placed a hand on his chest.

“No, I’ll go!” the youngest brother wanted to replace him.

“It should be me,” the third oldest said. But your eldest brother couldn’t stand for any of the bickering.

“I’m the oldest. I’m going,” he interjected, causing you to groan in annoyance. Your eldest brother moved everyone out of his way so he could escort you into the bathroom but you had other plans.

“You want to see your young sister go to the bathroom? Pervert,” you say as you covered your chest with your arms, ashamed of all of your brothers. The look on every single one of their faces almost made you burst into laughter. The way their faces contorted into disgust almost immediately was a sight to see.

“Ew no. Just go, pipsqueak. Make it quick,” they said, turning around enough to give you privacy but close enough so that nobody could make it through. Victorious, you happily entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You rested against the back of the door, releasing a sigh of relief. In years, you’ve never felt more free and exhilarated. Thankfully for you, the moment you looked around, you saw a window that was slightly cracked. As quietly as you could, you made your way out of the window, taking it one leg at a time. You took your time coming out the window, trying to make as little noise as possible. When you slipped up, making a noise that you were sure your brothers were going to hear, you froze. But you looked back at the door and no one was storming in. Phew. You were safe. Gently stepping down on the ground, you entered the busy streets full of people shopping and walking around. And just like that, you escaped from the grasp of your brothers and roamed free for the first time.

Sero Hanta sat on top of the one of the roofs, eating bread and enjoying the breeze. Being a hero doesn’t give him many days off. So when he finally gets a break, he’s going to enjoy it to the fullest. Sure, he’ll see villains here and there while on break, but heroes were always there to stop them. He was just another civilian, another passer-byer that watched as the crime went down. Sero laid back and relaxed as he chomped on his bread, scanning the people below him. And that’s when he saw you.

You looked lost, walking with a plan in mind but no end destination. With big, curious eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, you aimlessly looked around, stopping to window shop from here to there. You looked like a lost child that was excited to be without a parent, able to explore the world independently for the first time.

You found yourself turning a corner, snaking your way through alleyways, only to be stuck at a dead end. No big deal. You could just turn back and retrace your steps. The moment you turned around, you tilted your head in confusion. Wait, which way did you come from again? Here? Or was it other there? The more you turned, the more you confused yourself. You pouted to yourself, thinking how you got into this situation. Panic started to rise in you, but you tried your best to settle it down because the more you panicked, the more you knew that you shouldn’t have left your brothers. And you knew you didn’t want to think that so you worked on your breathing until you calmed down fully. Getting lost was a part of life, no? This is okay. You were okay. Just try going one way and if it fails, then try again.

Sero saw the concerned look on your face, one that was scrunched up in worry. He saw how your eyes darted from left to right, trying to figure out which way was the right way. Sero got to his feet and stretched out his arms. He wasn’t on the clock but there was no problem in helping a pretty lady.

His tape came out so easily, so effortlessly. Like it was his second sense. He came a long way from high school. Back then, he had to focus on where he was shooting, how far, how sticky, when to let go, when to shoot out more. Now, he didn’t even have to think. Sometimes he doesn’t even know his tape is out already. He just sees himself flying through the sky. Sero tapes towards you, wrapping his tape around the pipe that laid just above your head, and he descended like spiderman would: holding onto it, upside down like a spider.

He thought he’d scare you, but actually blushed at your reaction. He was expecting a little yelp, maybe even a loud shriek from you. But you didn’t seem surprised by him at all. Eyes never wavering, just lips parted ever so slightly, wondering who this man was in front of you. And when Sero looked into your eyes, he instantly fell hard for you. But those can’t be the same eyes that were staring daggers into him right now.

You were tired. You were worn out. You were slightly hunched over, arms dangling to your side. You were trying to catch your breath and moving as little as possible to not open the gash on your side more, all while trying to process that the guy you were seeing in a pro-hero coming to stop you and your brothers from even more chaos. The room you were stuck in was basically falling apart. The walls were crumbling, the roof was coming undone, fire spit from all directions. Your brothers already escaped through the broken window and it was your turn next, but some hero had to stop you in your tracks.

It was only you and him in the room that was gradually falling apart. Only a piece of burning wood stood in between you two.

“(y/n)…” Sero whispers your name in disbelief.

But you didn’t have time for this. You had a job to do and right now, your priority is to get this hero off your back and catch up with your brothers. So you would do what anyone in your position would do: you attacked him.

You lunged forward with a grunt, swinging with all your might. Instead of hitting you back, Sero flies from wall to wall, dodging all your attacks. You could swing, and kick, and use your quirk all you want, but he moved away from you so swiftly that you barely managed to get him. His eyes were glued to your figure that was desperately trying to hurt him.

“(y/n),” he kept repeating your name. And that’s all your kept hearing, over and over in your head. It was distracting you from the mission.

“(y/n), please, let’s talk,” Sero begged, still trying to dodge your attacks while at the same time trying to make sure that no rubble from falling ceiling was coming down on him.

“Get away from me!” you yelled, so distracted and confused, trying to land your hardest hit, but he moved just in time to escape your punch that cracked the wall behind him.

God, you were embarrassed. Humiliated. Confused and angry at the fact that this guy you had hopelessly fallen for was a hero. A hero. Out of everything that he could have been: a cop, a teacher, a doctor, a regular guy… a god damn hero. That would never fly with your family. You were born and raised a villain. You had the villain mindset. All you ever known was to do villainous acts. You were taught that all heroes were bad in your eyes and you could never see what ‘good’ in the world they were trying to do. All your life, you hated heroes because… they were the ones who killed your mother. So how could the one you loved turn out to be a hero? This had to be some kind of mistake.

What a mistake you made because the moment you got distracted in your thoughts, Sero took the opportunity to wrap you in his tape causing you to be unable to move. You screamed and yelled, lashing about and trying to escape but all your means of escape were for naught because it wasn’t budging one bit. Sero got closer to you, trying to understand what was happening.

“(y/n), please. Stop,” he desperately tried making you listen to him but with you flailing about like a crazy woman, this was getting nowhere. And then he yells at the top of his lungs like his life depended on it.

“Stop!” he yells with all the hurt in his voice. This finally made you freeze up like you had been broken from a spell. “Just stop.” His voice goes back to being soft and caring. “This isn’t like you.”

“You don’t know me. You’ll never know me!” you retaliate, back to struggling with his tape that seemed to stick even more to you the more you moved.

“No, I do know you. You like crying about sappy romance movies and then complaining about them for the next week. You love trying new foods but pick out everything you don’t like about it. Every time you see flowers, you have to stop and admire them. You like the color blue but not a bold blue, a baby blue. You like having your hair played with, even when you’re upset. You crinkle your nose every time you have to sneeze. I know you!” Sero went on a rant, spewing everything and anything he knew about you. But deny, deny, deny you did.

“What would some hero know?” you spat in his face.

“Then just tell me! Try to make me understand! All you have to do is just tell me why you’re doing this!” And that’s when you exploded with emotion.

“It’s all because of you! All you heroes ruined my life. You killed my mother and what? You’re going to kill me now?”

“(y/n), I would never,” he reached out to cup your cheek but you hissed and pulled away from him.

“I will never, never, forgive anyone, not even you.” Angry tears poured out but it made you feel sad at the same time.

“Maybe I can help you!” Sero suggested, eyes wide with desperation. You shake your head.

“Sorry hero, I’m a villain and always will be a villain. Unless you join me, then I think we are done here.” A pocket knife that you were hiding in your sleeve slips out and you cut his tape, letting you free. Not wasting another moment, you leapt your way through the rubble and to the window. You were about to jump when a hand caught your wrist. When you looked back, it was Sero with tears brimming his eyes.

“Let go!” you try to wrestle your way out.

“I can’t. I can’t. Don’t leave. Don’t go back to them. Please!” he tried one last attempt in to getting you to stay and for him to completely understand. But what was the use? He was never going to get it. If you tried to let him into your villainous life, he would turn his back on you someday and turn you and your whole family in. You couldn’t risk it. This is why you should have never fell in love with a hero in the first place.

“Sayonara, Sero,” you whisper, using the pocket knife to cut his hand free and escape without a hitch. Sero retracks his hand and clutches it to stop the bleeding. Fuck, was he really just going to let it end like that? Was he just going to let the girl of his dreams go without putting up a fight? He had to find her again, and he knew just how to do it.

You pushed the door to the rooftop open, stumbling a bit before catching your stepping again. Policemen and heroes were right on your butt but that didn’t bother you.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. You stopped at the very edge of the building. One more step and you could fall over and possibly unalive yourself. Heroes and policemen, all armed with guns, surrounded you from all sides. A helicopter flew above you, keeping their eye on you. You felt a little famous because even the news was here to report on your little robbery. Eyes, cameras, guns, all on you. It’s lovely being the center of attention.

“Surrender now or we’ll shoot!” one of the policemen shouted at you. You rolled your eyes, put both hands up and slowly turned around. You gave them a sweet smile and started giggling.

“Ah, this was fun but this is where we say’ goodbye’. Adios amigos,” you say before spreading your arms wide and letting the wind take you. The chorus of gasps sang in your ears as you fell of the tall building, loving the feeling of being airborne, like you were free and alive. Everyone who was present and those who were watching on the news were shocked and bewildered that you would take your own life rather than being handed over to the police. But they got an even bigger shock when white tape securely wraps around your waist and a man is seen pulling you to him.

“Wait, isn’t that…” someone started to point out.

“It’s ex-hero Cellophane!”

“Is he an accomplice?”

“Is he a villain now?” many questioned and asked among themselves. Meanwhile, Sero helped you escape as you smiled and cuddled into him.

“You need a better code word. I almost didn’t catch you there,” Sero complained. It almost sounded like he was scolding you.

“But you caught me anyway, didn’t you?” you say sweetly, placing a big ‘ole kiss on his cheek. The frown on his face slowly transformed into a smirk.

“Anything for you right?”

“My partner in crime,” you rested your head on his chest, allowing him to take you anywhere as long as you two were together. As villains.

A/N: literally fuck me for this being so overdue. I keep saying this BUT im actually finally back into my writing mood and i had so much fun writing this piece. I just had a brainfart and idk why it took me so long to get over it. But once I started getting those juices flowing, writing became fun again. Hope you enjoyed it and I hope i did your prompt justice! Thank you for reading!

#sero x reader #sero hanta #sero x y/n #sero imagine #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha imagine #mha imagine

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OMORI has poor writing (Part 1)

OMORI stans, just block the #omori hate tag now because I’m going to use it to vent my frustrations with this game. If you love this game, I am not going to try to convince you otherwise. I am glad you enjoyed it so much. I am glad it means a lot to you. I’m not here to take that away from you. I honestly wish I felt the same way!

However, if you are like me and finished the game feeling disappointed, underwhelmed, and maybe a little frustrated, then I am here to say you are not alone. OMORI--while having the right set pieces for an interesting game--is a narrative mess.

I’m splitting this into two posts. This first post is about problems with the plot. The second is about problems with the message/moral. 

(Note: I use “OMORI” in all-caps for the game title, and “Omori” in title case for the character name.)

Spoilers and criticism below.

Part 1: Plot Writing Lies

There’s a book by Brian McDonald called Invisible Ink which is about how to write a compelling story (you can read this great book online for free here). There’s an explanation of the writing “lie” that I find myself frequently thinking of. A “lie” in this context does not mean something is literally untrue, it means something FEELS untrue, unrealistic, improbable, or unlikely. For example, if a character gets shot in the leg but manages to do parkour, this is a “lie” since it seems unrealistic for that to happen. If a character witnesses their beloved parent’s death and shrugs it off, it’s a “lie” because that reaction seems highly unlikely.

In OMORI, the plot is held together by multiple little lies that--try as I might--I just couldn’t bring myself to believe.

1. Sunny’s friends care about him, and vice versa

A major theme of the game is how friendship can overcome any obstacle. Friendship gets Sunny over his fear of heights, spiders, and water. Friendship is what Sunny remembers before the final boss fight, and allows him to face his guilt and defeat it (and prevent him from committing suicide). With the photobook and dialogue you are reminded over and over and over and over and over again that Sunny’s friends love him unconditionally.

However, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it. The childhood memories are cute but shallow, boiling down to simply hanging out and eating treats. Plus, Kel and Aubrey fight constantly, with Aubrey even physically hitting Kel when he steps out of line. Hero and Mari behave more like babysitters than true friends to the younger kids. 

But at least the other kids interact with each other. Sunny, on the other hand, showed nearly no affection or consideration towards his friends. He floats through the memories like a ghost--he could have been completely absent from all the photos and it would have made little difference. I was ready to accept this as Sunny being an unreliable narrator and not thinking he was a good enough for his friends, but this never contradicted. Instead we are given even more memories where Sunny just silently exists there being “cute.”

[Sunny enriching the lives of his friends by LARPING as a cat.]

Because of the lack of meaningful interactions between them, there was nothing in the game that made me think that these 12-15 year olds would have a strong enough bond that would survive 3-4 years of no contact after finding their friend hanged. In fact, that discovery only drove them farther apart. The only person who I could believe actually had a close bond was Basil, who almost literally filled that trope of being the friend who would help you bury a body (or in this case, help Sunny cover up the accidental manslaughter).

The writing fix for this would be simple: instead of showing us the same boring birthday and beach scenes over again, give the kids memories of overcoming some age-appropriate adversity together: heartbreak over an unrequited crush, anxiety over homework, sports injury, lost dogs, divorced parents, running away from home, bullying, etc. Set a precedent of the friends supporting each other through good times AND bad times. Without such backstory, Sunny’s friendships allegedly giving him the courage to overcome his guilt feels like a lie.

2. Sunny abandoning Basil in the bathroom scene

One of the most confusing moments in the game was Sunny’s negligence when Basil has his first breakdown in his bathroom. This part of the game is player-controlled, which is a strange writing decision because all you can do is click on Basil and various bathroom amenities over and over which completely saps the urgency out of the scene. When you try to leave, Basil begs Sunny to stay, but (due to a lack of player options) Sunny walks out without a word. With no option to talk to him OR get help for him, it makes Sunny seem exceptionally cruel to Basil. In fact, I was starting to wonder if the game was setting up for some sort of twist that Sunny DIDN’T care about his friends, which would fix some of the confusion in point #1. However, as we know, that is not the case. Therefore, Sunny’s negligence/apathy towards Basil’s pain feels like a lie.

The writing fix would be to make it MORE clear that Sunny is intentionally running away from Basil. Make it a cutscene, or, give a false choice such as “Leave Basil? Yes / Yes”. After Sunny leaves, Kel should make some remark about Sunny looking odd, “You look sort of shaken up, is there something you want to tell me?” then hit it home with Sunny shaking his head. This would make it more clear that Sunny is intentionally hiding Basil’s state, as opposed to just being a bad friend. As it stands, it just felt like a writing mistake.

3. Basil and Sunny working together to stage Mari’s death as a suicide

This is the plot hole that I see the most complaints over, but it’s so big I have to address it. Accidentally pushing Mari down the stairs I understand, but the rest is too absurd. Below are some of the “lies” that the writing tries to get away with:

That Sunny and Basil wouldn’t just claim she slipped and fell.

That either boy would even come up with this sick plan.

That they wouldn’t back out of this idea during the multi-step process (carrying her downstairs, outside, getting the jump rope, tying a noose, putting it around her neck, stringing her up, hiding the evidence... This is a series of multiple decisions, not one quick accident like the initial push.)

That it’s not the image of Mari’s death that traumatized Sunny, but the image of what they chose to do to her body that traumatized them. I understand the image of Mari hanging is more dramatic, but they literally did it themselves so why is that more haunting than Sunny killing her?

That Mari’s true cause of death wouldn’t be immediately obvious to the parents, the police, the friends, EVERYONE. (I’ve seen fans try to get rid of this plot hole by hypothesizing that the parents knew and covered it up, but the evidence of this is circumstantial at best. The father saying, “You’re not my son,” is unreliable since it happens in Sunny’s headspace. Divorce is common after the death of a child, and, at the very least, Sunny’s mom doesn’t show any evidence of knowing what happened. The way it is written, only Sunny and Basil know the truth.)

The ridiculousness of this twist is so extreme that it completely broke any immersion I had left. Frankly, the reveal that the happy, loveable Mari committed suicide is a far heavier and more realistic twist than a crazy murder-cover-up story is.

Additionally, it seems like Basil was only written into this scene in order to make Sunny the true victim of what happened. After all, Sunny may have pushed her, but it was Basil who came up with the demented cover up. (This is apparent from just the photos but the datamined Truth Album confirms it.) By having Basil come up with the plan, the game splits the guilt between the two of them to make the kids easier to sympathize with. It’s problematic because if Basil was not in the scene, there would be no way to justify what Sunny did to Mari. So why is what they did easier to accept when they worked together?

Fixing the writing lie: Sunny lies and says that Mari slipped. Remove Basil from the scene, and instead have Sunny confide in Basil which forces Basil to become a co-conspirator and burdens him with the terrible truth.

4. Sunny’s friends forgiving him and Basil for what they did to Mari

Last but not least, the story heavily implies that Hero, Kel, and Aubrey will forgive Basil and Sunny for what they did to Mari. I found this to be almost as unbelievable as the staged-suicide stunt.

It feels like a lie since the group’s friendship is never established as anything beyond shallow hang outs from 3+ years ago (see point #1).

It feels like a lie because this is hot off the heels of Aubrey being so distraught over Mari and the following fall out that in the last three days she 1.) attacked Sunny and Kel with a nail bat TWICE, 2.) Stole Basil’s photobook, and 3.) Shoved Basil in the lake. This trauma is still very fresh for her.

It feels like a lie because the complexity of the staged-suicide is so extreme, one would be hard pressed to forgive ANYONE for doing that, be it friend, foe, parent, sibling, lover, etc.

I’ve seen fans argue that the ending is not about forgiveness, it’s about telling the truth, and I want to believe that. Really. If the ending was about Sunny starting his redemption arc by telling the truth no matter what the consequences are, that would be a meaningful lesson. But the writing does not support that. The ending headspace segments are focused on assuring Sunny that his friends will support/forgive him no matter what. To do this, the game shows us the shallow photobook memories (again) to show how much they allegedly care about each other. Then, when fighting Omori, Sunny remembers these quotes from his friends, which directly correlate to their unconditional support:

KEL: Friends... Friends are supposed to be there for each other.

AUBREY: I hope you can find some peace... or you know... some happiness.

HERO: We made the mistake of leaving each other when we needed each other the most. This time... we’ll stay together.

BASIL: Maybe one day... things can go back to the way they were before.

The really direct evidence that this ending is about getting forgiveness is this quote from Basil in Sunny’s headspace:

[BASIL: “AUBREY, KEL and HERO are good friends. You have to trust that they’ll forgive us.”]

This is one of the last scenes before Sunny tells his friends the truth, proving that obtaining forgiveness from his FRIENDS is in fact the leading motivation for Sunny’s actions.

Fixing this writing lie is easy. Instead, adjust the writing to be about telling the truth, not about how much the friends will still love Sunny. Have headspace Basil say, “Even if they don’t forgive us, Aubrey, Kel, and Hero deserve to know the truth. It’s the only way to make things right... or close to it.”

Conclusion

OMORI is undeniably a cute game with a strong visual identity, and has a premise that could make for a very compelling experience. However, the sloppy plot and weak character writing cause the potential of this game to be squandered. There are other issues as well that I chose not to cover for the sake of time, such as the poor pacing of the dragged out dungeons and the bizarre, unrealistic behavior of characters in the “real” world. 

However, there are a few more glaring problems with OMORI that I have to address: In part 2 of my critique, I break down what may be the biggest problem with OMORI’s writing: the message.

[ Link to Part 2: OMORI’s Message is Mishandled and Distasteful ]

#omori #omori hate #omori spoilers #review #words #fun fact i named sunny 'moony' so I had to consciously change all the moons to suns in this essay #suicide cw

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A little wicked - Chapter 9

Author’s note: This will probably be the last chapter of my Bucky series. What a journey. Thanks to everyone!! 

Warning: Huge plot twist, that even I haven’t seen coming when I first wrote the story.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

„Do you wanna live in Delacroix?“, You ask Bucky as you set the table for dinner. 

“Why are you asking?”

“I saw how much you enjoyed your time there and we’re still looking for a house. So...why not looking there?” 

After you got kidnapped in your old house, Bucky refused to live there again. 

“I thought you loved the city life.” 

“I don’t really care anymore where we live as long as we live together.” 

„I’m really lucky to be your husband.“, Bucky kisses you but stoppes as he receives a call from Sam. „There was an attack at the GRC conference. Sam needs me.“

„Go. Be safe. And kick their asses.“, you smile weakly as Bucky leaves your flat. 

As soon as he left, you check your phone seeing the messages you received, warning you about the upcoming attack hours ago. 

After making sure that Alex is safe and he’s taken care of you leave your apartment as well. A car is already waiting for you, taking you to the building where the conference is being held.

~*~

You’re standing in the shadow watching Sharon, Bucky and Sam talking. You know that Sam and Bucky will have each other’s back. That’s why you only observe Sharon and eventually follow her. 

Batroc points a gun at Sharon demanding more money. Morgenthau points her gun at her too. 

You curse under your breath as you come out of your hiding and without any warning you shot Batroc straight in the head without shaking. Sharon and Morgenthau shot each other while the later is deadly injured. 

“You are a great actress, Sharon. I’m really impressed.”, you say as you put your gun away. 

“Why didn’t you tell me your plan? I warned your days before the kidnapping that they will come for you. I don’t understand it.”, Sharon got shot in her stomach, breathing hard. 

“I knew Hydra would come- sooner or later. They wanted Alex to experiment with. And I also knew Valentina would think you’re the Power Broker and wanted to work with you. Thats why I spoke on your answering machine. So that you could gain her trust. That James and Sam found it was a coincidence but you played along. Really good. So when they came to kidnapp me, I offered myself. And they couldn’t believe their luck. Pregnant, vice-director of Shield and the wife of the winter soldier. I knew they would take me and experiment with me with their last serum they got. The last serum because the others got stolen and I knew Zemo would kill the doctor eventually. They wasted their last serum on me without knowing I’m immune. And when they think you’re dying they tell you everything. I needed that information about Valentina. It was definitely worth it.”

You look on your watch.

“Sam will be here any minute so I better be going. You...” you look at Sharon “will stay here in the city. I have a little present for you in the next days. And you...” you look at Karli “You shouldn’t have stolen the serum from me. And you shouldn’t have fight James. Killing the other super soldier wasn’t my plan in the beginning. You’re just a means to an end.” 

You walk away and leave the hall before Sam sees you. 

~*~*~

Cameras and lot of people were standing and watching Sam reasoning and convincing the GRC. You pass the police officers as they prevent the crowd to come even closer. „Did you write that down first or was it off the top of your head? Spoken like the true Captain America.“, you smile as you walk to the men. „Ah. Director Barnes, good seeing you here. There’s lot to talk about after todays event.“ The man says after he shakes your right hand. „And we will.“, you lay your left hand on top of his while still shaking. „(Y/f/n), what are you doing here? Does Bucky know you’re here?“, Sam looks at you suspiciously. „SHIELD is always there where bad things happen.“, leaving the equivocation unanswered. 

„Excuse me, I need to make sure that the remaining terrorist are safely escorted to jail.“, and with that you turn around but not walking to the cars where the rebels are in but to another car in the shadow. A man walks up to you with a little device in his hand that looks very similar to a remote. „Thanks, Stan. Good work. See you later.“ You say as you take the device and walk further. You knock at the car window and open it. „Do you want me to press the button or do you want to do it yourself?“, you say in perfect German. „I’ll do it on my own.“, answers the man in the car, taking the device and presses the button. The explosion is huge and lightens up the inside of the car your inside. „Good. Very good. We’re even.“, says the man. You smile knowing that James is finally off Zemo’s list. You sacrificed the flag smashers for James, but you don’t feel any remorse. You would do anything to protect your family. 

~*~*~

„(Y/f/n)!“, James shouts. He’s running and looking for you in panic. „James, I’m here.“, you scream back as you run in his direction. „God, (y/f/n), what the fuck are you doing here?! It isn’t safe here for you. For you both.“ Bucky looks at you and on your stomach. „When Sam told me you were here and the car exploded, I thought… I thought…“ He can’t finish the sentence and you hug him tightly. „I’m sorry. I didn’t want to scare you. I’m here as a representative for SHIELD.“

„Sharon’s here. I’ve heard she will stay in town.“, Bucky grunts still not forgiving her. „I know. I forgave her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trusting her, but I know the bad influence Madripoor has on people. Maybe she will change.“, you lie.

„Your kindness always amazes me.“, says Bucky as he kisses your head. 

~*~*~

Three days later you open the door to your office. A small brown package is on your desk. You open it and as you realize what it is you can’t help but smile. Inside of the package was the book „The prince“ by Machiavelli. It’s the same book you sent Zemo some time ago. You open it and see Zemo’s graceful handwriting One is controlled but the other is still standing

You know immediately who Zemo is referring to. Bucky and Walker.

When you found out that HYDRA is working on the serum again, and when you stole it and then the flag smashers sole it from you, you knew it was just a question of time till Zemo will be out of jail and take a side. And you wanted him to be on yours. So you visited him and made sure that you both are on the same page- that the other super soldiers have to die but not James. You made clear that Bucky wasn’t a threat. That he’s broken trying to make amend for his killing. That he has settled and there is no need for Zemo to kill Bucky. And Zemo liked you- you were both born in Leipzig and you both had difficulties to cope with loss. Two smart minds wanting to destroy the serum.

You take the book to your bookshelf making a mental note to visit Zemo in the Raft.

Someone knocks at your door. Sharon Carter. 

„They offered me full pardon.“, says Carter as she walks into your office. „I know.“ You say. „I wrote the text that the senator read aloud.“ 

„So, I’ll be working in my old division?“, asks Sharon. „No. Thats not happening, Sharon.“, you laugh.

„But I’ve got you a job that’s even better. You will work for SWORD. Its an extra-governmental intelligence agency. Probably you’ve heard about them. Their former leader Hayward was a pain in the ass. Like Pierce 2.0. I’ve heard Fury wants to work there and because of his relationship with Valentina, I’m not trusting him at the moment. So you will work there and keep an eye on everyone. Oh and I hope you told your assistant that the super soldiers are off the menu. But there are other things we can offer.“

„I already called her about that. But there is still one question I have. How did you become director?“

You smile wickedly. „Well, the arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. When Sam gave the shield away it was just a question of time till they demand a new Captain America. And everyone wanted John Walker. Received three Medals of honor, good looking and a soldier who does everything  what is commanded than rather what is right. I didn’t like him. James told me years ago, that you can see madness in people’s eyes and man, his eyes were full with madness. So I didn’t agree with the board but the director and vice-director both has to agree. So I made them an offer. I told them that for this voting they can outvote me if everyone on the board agrees with our director. And if Walker does his job well I will leave my position. But if he fails, I will be the new director. All they did was laugh at me. They of course outvoted me and they even planned my goodbye-party. And I just waited and waited. And with Walker being so unstable I didn’t waited for long. And now I’m here and the director is gone and most of the board members as well. Arrogance is dangerous. Never estimate your opponent.“

„So where is Walker now?“

„I’m not sure but I’m pretty certain that he’s with Valentina and they are up to no good. Valentina wants James dead and Walker wants Sam dead because Sam is the new and definitely the better Captain America.“

~*~*~

A week later, you, Bucky and Alex are sitting in the car heading to Sam’s home town. The letter from Tony is laying in your purse. The envelope is still sealed but the answer in it isn’t unknown to you. You’ve known the answer for years, never telling anyone, not even James. People would be intimated if they’d known your heritage- your dad’s and your mom’s. And you learned that being an intimating woman only makes men defensive and its hard to work with them. Men need to feel strong and useful and that’s your strength. You always know how to make men feel that way around you, even it it’s just an illusion and even now that you’re the director they don’t feel intimated and that makes them careless and easy to read. 

„I never felt so much happiness than in this moment right now. It feels like a new chapter is starting.“, you grin at Bucky caressing his cheek. His five o’clock shadow tickles you and he leans against your hand. 

„Falling in love with you in Bucharest seems like so long ago. It’s been so difficult, James. This is a dream come true. Having a normal life with you is all I’ve ever wanted.“

Bucky stops the car in the middle of the road. He bends over you, kissing you possessively and pressing you against your car door. „You’re my home, (y/f/n). You’re my constant, my hope, my life and my family. Being loved by you is the greatest gift.“ He kisses you again, trailing soft kisses on your neck. 

You giggle freely and even though it arouses you tremendously you stop Bucky. „No sex in the car, while Alex is still here.“

Bucky grins playfully as he starts the car. „We will continue this later.“ 

~*~*~

Sam’s hometown celebrates the new Captain America and as Bucky arrives they also celebrates him as the white wolf. 

You danced and talked and ate and forgot everything you’ve ever done for the sake of your family until you receive a text message from Stan, who is securing the surrounding. Fury’s on his way to Delacroix. Accompanied by Hill and Dave. 2 minutes.

Dave is a co-worker of you. Of course he doesn’t know anything but his betrayal angers you anyway and there will be consequences.

„Is that Fury? What is he doing here? And why does he look so angry?“, asks Bucky Sam. Bucky hands you Alex over, who was relaxing on Bucky’s shoulders and both men are walking up to him, ignoring or maybe just forgetting that it is you who holds the most power and the reason for Fury’s visit. 

Everyone is underestimating you just like you’ve always wanted. 

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[kekoma]

— iwaizumi as your boyfriend.

no thoughts this time. just hajime. hope you enjoy.

ahh the lovely iwaizumi <3 aka iwa-chan~

another top tier boyfriend. can definitely bring him home to your family and they’ll love him automatically.

but before diving into what it’s like dating hajime, let’s warm up a bit and take a look at his crush stage with you.

actually takes him awhile to even realize he likes you more than a friend. 

only picked up this feeling when he noticed that he finds himself extremely comfortable around you and that he didn’t like the concept of you dating someone if it wasn’t going to be him. 

isn’t quick to act on his emotions though. no no no. matter of fact, no one even knows he has a crush on you (except for oikawa of course.)

hajime doesn’t show any signs of getting nervous when around you, attempting to distance himself from you because of fear he might slip or any of those antics. definitely isn’t the type of guy who spills to everyone that he likes you too. likes to keep to certain things to himself and you’re one of them. 

just acts completely normal around you for the most part.

although he does end up studying you more than before and constantly thinking about how you might feel towards him. 

but this won’t catch your attention since the subtle change doesn’t catch your attention automatically.

iwa does go out of his way to spend more time with you when he decides that he actually wants to be with you.

“hey y/n, a new cafe opened up a few blocks from school. i was thinking we should go there together for lunch.”

“oh? sure but i thought you had something to do during lunch?”

“i did but i rearranged it for later since i wanted to eat with you today.”

of course he asked oikawa for some type of advice/help when it came to asking you since iwa didn’t want to come off as boring or cheesy when asking you out. 

may or may not have wrecked his brains with different ideas about how to go about it which is why he went to his best friend for help.

“i can’t think of proper way to confess to y/n... hey dumbass, if you really liked someone, how would you ask them out?”

“first of all, rude. can’t believe that’s how you treat a good friend like me. anyways it’s simple my dear friend. i would go up to them during lunch, flash a charming smile, and just ask them to be mine. it’s cute, right?”

“... so let me ask you this since you decided to be funny. should i beat your ass now or later?”

“hey! you asked and i gave you an honest answer!”

“ah so now? gotcha shittykawa.”

iwaizumi ends up asking you during one your countless late night runs for snacks.

wasn’t anything super romantic yet it wasn’t completely boring/awkward either.

iwa went for a straight forward approach (not like ushijima straightforward).

 basically explained how he’s been feeling towards you lately and that he wants you to be his. of course when you accepted is confession and expressed how you felt the same— hajime couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

side fact: he thought about going for a somewhat flirty approach at first by saying how cute you looked in his hoodie and if you really liked wearing his clothes then he wouldn’t mind supplying you with more without hounding you to return them after awhile.

however, iwa thought it sounded odd so he ended up confessing to you in a normal manner to avoid any kind of embarrassment.

now we can dig into the main course meal here: what’s its like dating hajime.

three words that come to mind with him... dependable, caring, and attentive.

starting with attentive, he doesn’t miss a beat if something is wrong with you.

due to constantly studying you previously (and still to this day), learning and picking up the habits you have— he’s able to figure out when things aren’t right with you so hiding your feelings isn’t an option for you love.

although if you attempt to hide them then don’t be surprised when he pulls you aside and confronts you about it. of course, it won’t be anything harsh like but more on the “hey you’re acting strange and this isn’t something i’m going to drop.” side of things.

this is when caring comes into play. iwaizumi isn’t the type of boyfriend that’s oblivious towards your emotions/moods nor does he leave you be.

will also add that he has made it known countless times to you that if anything bothers you then he wants to know in hopes that he can solve the issues. 

but if you’re someone who isn’t up to talk about the issues just yet then he’ll be understandable— won’t push too far but will give you a prep talk in hopes that can it lighten your mood. which i will label that as dependable playing it’s role.

to add more for dependable, i’ll mention that he’s the type of boyfriend that will wake up in the middle of the night, early in the morning or whatever time if you called him about going through any type of mental issues (having a break down, panic attack, etc.). he’ll rush over the minute he heard your voice and of course he ends up bringing items that could comfort you.

we stan and love that about him.

moving along, i’ve already mentioned that hajime remembers things about you but it’s not just emotional wise. matter of fact he knows what your favorite foods are, drinks, kind of aesthetic/style you go for, places you want to visit, hobbies, and all of the good stuff. 

if he were to ever be tested about how good he knows you, mans is getting an 100. can’t convince me otherwise.

the type of boyfriend who’s supportive of everything and anything you do. makes it known that he’s your number one fan and believes in you. 

won’t let you overwork yourself. hajime constantly makes sure your health is in good condition, but it you happen to get sick then best believe he’s showing up to your place with medicine and bringing you back to normal.

iwa purposely leaves his hoodies and shirts at your place since he knows you’ll end up wearing them and when you return them, they smell like you. he likes your scent.

he typically likes to gift you things he saw in the stores that reminded him of you as well as giving you flowers. sometimes you have to ask him to relax on the gifts because your room can’t handle it all.

hands down, DEADASS can’t convince me he DOESN’T, is the type of boyfriend who will throw hands at anyone who flirts with you or attempts to touch you.

like he would come back from getting something, visiting you at work or however you want to picture the scenarios and would see some lame guy trying to spit game at you.

the minute he notices him, iwaizumi is coming in to save the day. tries not to take the violence approach at first, but the minute that other dude says something disrespectful then his whole career is over.

hajime beats ass for a living so beating that man up was no problem, but getting him off of the dude is because the only thing on iwa’s mind is murder.

may even stomp his lights out and then go with a smirk.

anywaysss pda? pda.

iwaizumi is surprisingly comfortable but also a tad bit awkward with it. tries to avoid it sometimes because he doesn’t want others to notice just how soft he is with you/be made fun of.

but in public, the most iwa will do is the basic (with your permission of course because this man refuses to do anything if he doesn’t hear that you’re okay with what he does with you). such as holding hands, gives small kisses on your face that isn’t deemed too inappropriate, holding you in his arms/hugging, and all that good cutesy stuff.

two things he likes with you is piggy back rides and when you ruffle his hair.

with piggy back ride, for some reason it makes him feel all warm inside and he does it instantly the minute the words slip from your lips. sometimes he’ll offer one if you don’t ask him first. other times, he’ll offer them to you if he notices you’re too tired or your heels are hurting your feet.

when it comes to ruffling his hair.. he may act like it bothers him to the MAX sometimes but deep down this man loves it. just doesn’t want to admit to it just yet. the feeling of your hands in his hair is like floating on cloud nine for him.

as for private; of course cuddling is on this list. dude loves feeling you close to him and may even fall asleep while cuddling. don’t think positions really matter (unless notices that you’re trying to big spoon him).

definitely more touchy with you, but of course consent is key so he never goes too far with his touches/stops when you ask him to.

going to dates now~ 

dates with iwa is a mix of sporty and chill. will also add that sometimes it’s random.

like he’ll pick you up from class and suddenly say “let’s go on a date.” while you’re standing there a bit confused.

although if you aren’t someone who’s into sporty type of dates then he’ll always opted for the chill ones which is basically going to the arcades, laser tag, roller skating, paintball centers, go karting and etc.

shows more of his romantic side with the dates and you actually find out how soft he can really be. vv cute.

of course some of the dates won’t only be you two since oikawa tries his best to sneak himself in so he can be the third wheel that takes bomb ass pictures of you and just watch over you two like a parent.

“aren’t you tried of third wheeling oikawa?”

“oh no. never. besides without me, iwa here wouldn’t have any good pictures to post on his instagram... we both know he isn’t good at taking pictures.”

“i-... right right.”

gonna end it here before my brain overheats just a bit, but dating iwaizumi is worth it and each moment with him makings you fall in love with him all over again.

definitely gets the trophy for being the best boyfriend ever and you’re the luckiest person ever to have his heart.

something i forgot to add earlier— his top nicknames for you are; princess, dummy/idiot/stupid, babe/baby, and occasionally he’ll call you his munchkin <3

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[helloalycia]

worth the wait [one] // daisy johnson

summary: when your best friend, Skye, keeps running away from home, you're left to deal with the consequences, but then one day, she doesn't come back.

warning/s: mentions of unwanted foster kids

author’s note: this is a five parter and each chapter is quite long bc i got carried away. i've literally been working on this for so long so i hope there's still some daisy johnson stans out there to appreciate this!

part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | masterlist | wattpad

"She's the only person she talks to... doesn't listen to anyone... just try..."

I twiddled my thumbs as I refrained from rolling my eyes. Mr Lock was pretty stupid if he thought I couldn't hear him with the door slightly ajar.

"...can't do much... good student?"

"She'll tell you what she knows," I heard Mr Lock say more clearly, to the police officer, before the door got pushed open.

I glanced at him as he feigned a smile for my sake, making his way over to his desk and sitting opposite me. The police officer followed after him, taking a seat at the edge of the desk and watching me with curious eyes like she was studying my every move.

"As you are probably aware, Miss Y/L/N, your friend Skye has gone missing," Mr Lock began to explain. "Her foster family have tried contacting her, but they can't find her."

I felt nervous with the police officer watching me, trying not to glance her way for fear she'd know I was hiding something.

"We just want to bring her home safely," Mr Lock continued. "And you're the closest person to her."

It wasn't a question – he knew I was the closest person to her. We'd done this back and forth many times before, every time Skye decided to run away. And it didn't get any easier.

I swallowed hard. "If you're asking me if I know where she is, I can promise you I don't."

Technically I wasn't lying, so that wasn't too much of a stretch.

"Have you had any contact with her since yesterday morning?" the police officer asked.

I shook my head and tried to ignore how warm I was getting. "I usually meet her by the entrance before class, but she wasn't there. I thought she was just pulling a sick day or something."

The officer hummed in response and the way she didn't give away what she was thinking didn't help with my nerves.

"So, you know nothing of Skye's disappearance?" Mr Lock asked with a raised eyebrow. "Anything you can tell us will be greatly appreciated. Her family just want her home and we all want her to be safe. You know the drill."

"I want that, too," I lied as confidently as I could. "You know she's done this before... she'll come back. She always does."

Mr Lock sighed and rested his head in his hands; he was clearly exhausted from having this same chat with me every few months Skye decided to leave.

"I think that's everything," the police officer said, before standing up straight. She glanced at me, adding, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please let your teacher know if you hear anything from her."

I nodded awkwardly. "Will do."

Mr Lock stood up, hand on his hip with mild frustration. He nodded my way and waved a hand dismissively. "Okay, you can go now, Y/N. Back to class, go on."

I nodded and looked between them both before grabbing my backpack and heading to the door. I could hear them talking quietly though, and felt mildly guilty for lying.

"...does this regularly now," the police officer was saying. "She'll turn up."

"She's wasting our time," Mr Lock was mumbling. "She always does this and for what?"

I sighed inwardly before leaving his office and heading back to class. I continued on with my school day as normal, up until lunchtime when I got a message from Skye herself.

Heading to the toilets to ensure nobody would see me, I slipped into a cubicle and pulled out the burner phone Skye gave me the first time she ever ran away a few years ago. She was always cautious of being caught out but still wanted to be able to contact me, so this was her solution. I didn't argue it as I only ever wanted to make sure she was okay and I could at least talk to her.

She'd texted me, it reading: Meet me by the ice cream truck in the park after school.

I was relieved to know she was okay, since it was the first text she'd sent me since she left yesterday morning. But it was frustrating that she'd disregarded my many concerned texts before that.

With a huff, I replied: I'm doing good, thanks for asking. You could've texted sooner, Skye.

It took a moment before she responded. Sorry, mom

I rolled my eyes, knowing she'd have that annoyingly cute smile on her face as she texted from wherever the hell she was.

Another text came through from her. Sorry I didn't reply sooner. Everything cool with the cops?

I sighed and hastily replied: Everything is as cool as it can be. I'll talk to you later when I see you. You safe?

Every time she left, she came back without a scratch to my relief, but it didn't make me feel any better when she would leave again and again. Running was her way of rebelling against everything – the countless foster families she went through, the teachers who ridiculed her, the other students who judged her. I didn't know where she went – it would change every time and I was sure she was making it up to make me feel better – but I covered for her because I cared about her and didn't want her to push me away like she did with everyone else. It was getting old though.

Her text came through and the heaviness on my shoulders lifted with relief. I'm always safe. But thanks for caring.

I always care. You know that.

I do. I'll see you later, Y/N. Love you.

I love you, too. See you later.

She stopped responding and I put the phone away before taking a deep breath. Seventeen and Skye had me feeling like a soldier's wife at freakin' war. She was gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.

—

"Over here."

I spun around and felt my racing heart calm down when I saw the familiar teasing smile of Skye watching me behind the abandoned ice cream truck.

"You're okay," I breathed out with relief before moving forward and pulling her in for a tight hug.

She laughed but wrapped her arms around me, squeezing gently. "I always am, I told you."

I refrained from rolling my eyes as I pulled away, meeting her gaze. "I'll always worry, Skye."

Momentarily, her playful demeanour disappeared and was replaced with something genuine. "I know... sorry. Thanks for coming."

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Skye, you can't keep running away like this. Mr Lock called me in again. Thinks I know where you are. Says your family are worried."

Skye snorted as she took a seat on the bench nearby. "They're probably throwing a party in my absence. This is just protocol for them. All of them."

I watched her with a pitiful gaze before taking a seat next to her. "The police came again."

"But you covered, right?" Skye asked with a quirked brow.

"Obviously," I said, making her smile, but I didn't return it. "I hate lying to them. It makes me feel... dirty."

"It's not like you're hiding the location of a war criminal, Y/N, chill," she teased, patting my knee.

"Where were you this time?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.

A grin appeared on her lips with remembrance as she reached into her backpack, pulling out a laptop.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where d'you get that?" 

She seemed proud as she said, "I won it in a bet."

"Skye!"

"What? It was fair play and I happened to win," she said with a shrug.

I facepalmed. "Skye, if you needed a laptop, you should've asked. I could have asked my parents or– or– I don't know–"

"What? Fundraised for the poor foster girl in class who can't buy a laptop like everyone else?" she cut me off bitterly, before replacing the laptop in her bag. "I'd rather not."

I frowned, moving to rest a hand on her back, but she shook me off harshly before standing up.

"Skye, I didn't mean it like that," I said apologetically, standing up, too. "I just meant– I could have helped. I want to help. I don't want you to have to make bets to get stuff. I just want you to be safe."

Skye and I becoming friends was something I never could have seen coming, but when we were partnered in science class in middle school, we kind of just fell into each other's lives. I knew of her situation with her many foster families and always knew she deserved better. Sometimes though, I think she felt the difference in our lives when it came to little things like buying stuff, and I hated it.

"Skye–"

"It's okay," she interrupted, glancing at me with sad eyes. "I know you want to help. But I'm okay."

Treading carefully, I asked, "Where did you go then?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "Library."

I narrowed my eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

She met my eyes and shrugged. "You don't have to, but it's the truth."

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her, so I simply played along. "Fine. You went to the library and won a bet with someone, getting their laptop."

"Exactly."

I gave her a knowing look. "When are you coming back? To school?"

She was about to respond, but her phone vibrated and she checked it quickly, her eyes lighting up. I tried not to roll my eyes at her change of mood, not wanting to imagine the bond she'd made with her new friends.

She finally answered. "A few days, I promise."

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, so I nodded. "Okay. A few days. You'll keep in touch though, yeah?"

"I will, I promise," she said with a small smile before moving forward and hugging me tightly. "Thanks, Y/N."

I sighed but returned her hug, knowing I couldn't stay mad at her for long. "Just please take care of yourself, Skye. And if you need anything – and I mean anything – just ask. Unfortunately, I have a soft spot for your dumbass."

She laughed and admittedly, my stomach did somersaults at the sound. She pulled away but kept within arm's reach, allowing me to see the honesty shining in her brown eyes.

"I'll see you in a few days," she promised. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied, watching as she stepped back to leave.

She sent a final smile my way before running away, leaving me standing there alone and with a worried heart.

"More than you'll know," I muttered to myself, knowing I could never tell her how I truly felt.

—

"Won't your mum kill you for this?"

I shrugged, leading Skye through the the party-goers and to the kitchen where the drinks were. "She's okay with it because she knows I'm responsible. Plus, I promised her I wouldn't get drunk."

Skye let out a laugh. "Right. You're at a high school party and you're not gonna drink. That's totally happening."

I poured myself and Skye a drink as I quirked a brow. "I never said I wasn't going to drink. Just that I wouldn't get drunk. There's a difference, Skye."

She seemed impressed as she nodded. "Sneaky."

I was invited to this party by some girl in class and thought it would be nice for Skye and I to go to since it had been a while since we'd hung out. She didn't want to go at first, but after a little convincing on my end, she joined me.

We ended up staying there for about an hour when Skye needed to go to the bathroom and I decided to grab a snack from the kitchen. As I was browsing the bowls and considering whether I wanted to risk grabbing food from a shared bowl, I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind me.

When I turned, I was surprised to see a very tall guy stood there with a smirk on his face.

"It's Y/N, right?" he began the conversation, before suddenly raising his hand and reaching for something in my hair. "Sorry, you had some fluff there."

I smiled awkwardly and pushed my hair behind my ear. "Er, thanks. Yeah, I'm Y/N. I'm sorry, I don't think I recognise you."

He shook his head. "I didn't think you would. We don't go to the same school. I saw you walking around and thought I'd introduce myself."

"Oh, er..." I didn't know what to say as I wasn't really interested in his clear advances.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked suddenly, still smirking at me.

"I already have one," I said conclusively, before aiming to move past him, but he put his arm in the way. I looked at it before raising my eyebrow at him. "You gonna let me go?"

He snickered. "Come on, just let me get you a drink."

"I'm not interested," I told him straightforwardly before attempting to make another move, but he pushed me back gently. "Dude, come on."

"What's one drink gonna do?" he asked persistently (and annoyingly).

"I–"

"She said back off," another voice came out of nowhere, and suddenly Skye appeared and pushed the guy back harshly, stepping between us.

"Skye, I–" I began, but the guy was already glaring down at her with a fake smile on his lips.

"Or what?" he asked rhetorically.

She returned his glare and said nothing. I rested a hand on her arm and tried to tug her backwards, but she wasn't moving. Always the stubborn one.

"What are you gonna do, Skye?" he repeated with bitter humour. "You gonna call the cops? I heard they know you pretty well by now, don't they?"

"Don't speak to her like that," I said angrily, glaring at him.

He began to laugh, shaking his head, before finally walking away. I released a deep breath and watched as Skye turned around to face me.

"Are you alright?" I asked her gently, resting a hand on her arm as I found her eyes.

"Are you?" she countered, looking over me with concern. "That guy was a jackass."

"He was, but I had it under control," I said with reassurance, before downing the rest of my drink and throwing the cup in the bin. "You didn't need to step in."

"Uh, yeah, I did," she said, stepping in my line of sight. "He was a creep."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, Skye, whatever you say. Thank you."

"You're welcome, now can we leave?"

I shoved her in the shoulder slightly. "We're not leaving. Not yet anyway. There's a foosball table in the other room I wanna play with and you're playing, too."

She sighed dramatically. "Fine."

I grinned at her before dragging her to the other room by her hand.

Another hour passed when I unfortunately began to feel the effects of my drink that I later came to learn was spiked by the arsehole who tried to hit on me. I wasn't particularly aware of my actions, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have done nor said half the things I did. Things like playing beer pong for the third time in a row and losing every game.

"It's just me an' you, Y/L/N," Kate, the girl I was playing with, said as we both a had a cup left. "Think you can win?"

I laughed as I rolled the ball between my fingers. "Third time's the charm...?"

The group of teenagers around us watched with anticipation as I aimed the shot up in my mind. It wasn't exactly helpful that I could barely stand up straight and my eyes were crossing over, making the cup move around slowly.

"One... two... three...," I counted down, before tossing the ball and watching it bounce off the side of the table and onto the floor. "Well, shit."

Everybody laughed as I ran a hand through my hair. Kate chuckled before grabbing the ball and lining it up. Miles better than I did, she aimed quickly and got it in the cup in one shot, resulting in cheers from everyone. I laughed and grabbed the cup, eyeballing the beer. I wasn't really a fan of beer, but a game was a game.

I downed the cup and pulled a face at how disgusting it tasted, before tossing the cup on the floor. I pushed away from the table I was leaning on, before falling back and hitting the floor, butt-first. I giggled to myself as I tried to stand up, but with great difficulty.

"Y/N, there you are!"

I looked up and lit up when I saw none other than Skye standing above me. She bent down and grabbed my hands before helping me stand up. I stumbled into her, but thankfully she caught my weight and let me lean on her for support.

"How did you get drunk so quickly?" she asked with surprise, leading me to the front door. "I've literally been with you. Until you ditched me twenty minutes ago which wasn't cool since I only came to this stupid party because of you."

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I saw the ping pong table and couldn't resist."

She sighed to herself before leading me outside. "You smell like alcohol."

"That's because I had some," I whispered not-so-quietly in her ear, before erupting into giggles.

"I gotta get you home," she mumbled, before searching my pockets. "Where are your keys?"

"My mum is gonna k-kill me," I realised, but a dopey smile was on my lips. "You have to sleepover."

She found my keys and began leading me to my car. "I'm gonna have to, aren't I? So much for not getting drunk."

I covered my mouth to try and stop the laughter from spilling out. She didn't seem amused as she managed to get me into the passenger's seat before rounding the car to the driver's seat. When she got comfortable, I watched her with a childish grin.

"You can't drive," I said in a know-it-all voice. "You didn't pass your test, silly."

She started the engine and began doing her mirror checks before pulling out, muttering, "Nobody has to know."

I watched as she drove, feeling exhausted but lighter than usual. She looked really pretty tonight. I wanted to tell her when we went to the party, but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Now however, it was all I could think about and my heart was fluttering at the thought.

"Here, drink this," she ordered, before throwing a bottle of water into my lap.

"But–"

"No buts, just drink it," she said authoritatively, glancing at me.

I didn't want to argue with her, so I began opening the bottle as I giggled to myself. "You said butts."

She groaned to herself and I drank the water as instructed, even if I really didn't want to.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my house and Skye was helping me to the door.

"Your mum knows you're coming back late, so this shouldn't be a problem," she said quietly, mostly to herself. "Try not to make noise though, okay?"

I nodded obediently, before putting my finger to my mouth. "Sshhhh. Quiet."

She rolled her eyes before using my keys to open the door and drag me inside. I stayed as quiet as I could, letting her take me upstairs and to my room. Only, before we could go in, I heard my mum call out for me.

"Y/N, love, is that you?"

I stared blankly at Skye as she gave me a knowing look with wide eyes, nodding. I continued staring at her as my mum called my name again.

"Answer her!" she whisper-shouted to me.

"But you said to stay quiet," I said with confusion.

She facepalmed. "Just answer her," she said with frustration.

"Well then, no need to get crabby," I mumbled before calling out to mum, "It's me, mum! Skye and I are back!"

There was a pause before she called back, "Okay! Make sure you lock the front door!"

I snickered to myself as Skye shoved me into my bedroom before I could reply.

"Will do, Mrs Y/L/N!" Skye called out before slipping into my room with me.

She flicked on the light as I flopped onto my bed with a satisfied sigh. Suddenly, something was tossed onto my face making me groan as I pulled them off. I realised they were pyjamas.

"Get changed. Now."

I sat up and saw Skye watching me with a stern expression. I couldn't help but smile to myself, giggling. She looked really cute when she pretended to be angry.

"Y/N," she warned.

"I'm not tired," I lied, standing up. I wanted any excuse to keep on talking to her.

"I don't care," she said with a shrug. "You're going to bed whether you like it or not."

"But I wanna talk to you," I whined like a child, before moving forward to grab her hand.

She let go and gently pushed me to the bed. "Don't be a baby, Y/N."

I hugged her quickly, smiling to myself. "Thank you for being here. And for coming with me tonight."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I'm serious," I said, pulling away and almost falling backwards, but she held me upright. "Thanks."

Her expression softened. "Unfortunately, that's what friends are for, Y/N. I wasn't gonna leave you."

I breathed out, momentarily startled by her sharp gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes, I always thought it. Somehow, she had the power to make me freeze up and forget everything I was thinking or going to say and I never knew why.

"I love you," I said truthfully, not caring what I was saying and too overcome with emotion to care.

She rolled her eyes, a smile of amusement dancing on her lips. "You gotta keep it down, Y/N."

I smiled widely. "But I do."

She gave me a knowing look. "I know you do. And I love you, too, but you have to get ready. Tomorrow morning is not gonna be kind to you."

"No, you don't get it, I really love you, Skye," I said, my mouth going dry as I stared at her with butterflies in my stomach.

"I know," she played along, patting me on the shoulder. "You done, idiot?"

"I'm in love with you," I blurted suddenly, smile disappearing. I stared at her, trying to ignore the blurriness in my vision. "I always have been."

Her smile seemed to fade when she realised how serious I had become. She licked her lips and shook her head slowly, lowering her hands.

"You don't know what you're saying, Y/N," she said quietly.

I grew distracted by her lips, barely acknowledging what was coming out of her mouth. "I do," I told her.

She didn't know what to say, and before I knew it, I had moved forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was something I'd wanted to do for so long and now that I was finally doing it, my shoulders felt lighter as if I wasn't carrying a huge secret on them anymore.

I closed my eyes and momentarily felt her kiss back, hands resting on my chest. It didn't last very long as she gently pushed me away, leaving me face to face with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I was sure I didn't look any different.

"You're drunk," she stated awkwardly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to come to terms with what I'd just done, what I'd just ruined. I stepped back and shook my head.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to come to terms with what I'd just done, what I'd just ruined. I stepped back and shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, Skye. I–"

"It's okay," she reassured me. "Please, let's just get you ready for bed, okay?"

I avoided her eyes as I nodded, feeling my heart ache with discomfort.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't remember much from the night before. At least not straight away. All I had to remind me of it was an insane headache that wouldn't go away and a rancid taste in my mouth. Thankfully, Skye caught me up with how drunk I was and how she had to stay with me to cover for me before she left me to shower and freshen up.

Unfortunately for me, showering and freshening up gave me enough time to remember parts of the night before, including the main bit where I kissed my best friend and expressed my feelings for her.

To say I was freaking out was an understatement. I couldn't believe I had done the very thing I had avoided for years. Seeing her at the breakfast table made me wonder why she hadn't mentioned it. Was she embarrassed? Did she want to pretend it never happened? Was she uncomfortable?

I wasn't sure whether to go along and pretend I couldn't remember it, or admit the truth and apologise profusely. In the end, I ended up doing the latter.

We were eating pancakes that she'd made with my mum as I spoke up.

"So, I, er, I'm kinda remembering some stuff from last night," I said awkwardly, glancing up at her.

She slowed down with her eating, avoiding my eyes. "You do?"

I nodded, looking back down to my food. "Yeah. Particularly the, well, I–"

"You don't have to say it," she assured me, and I looked up to see her watching me with a small smile.

"I'm really sorry," I got out with a deep breath. "I don't know why I did that. Or said those things. It was stupid."

"It was?"

"You should've left after that, but you didn't for some reason," I continued with a grimace of embarrassment. "We can totally pretend it didn't happen."

She chewed on the inside of her mouth as she nodded slowly in agreement. I nodded, too, eyes falling to my pancakes.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "And thank you for making sure I was okay. You're a really great friend."

She smiled at me with distracted eyes. "Anytime, Y/N."

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[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 17

Pairing: eric northman x reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: you get a gif today because I’m too lazy to make a header. 

***

The next evening, Eric took you and Sookie with him to meet with two of Godric’s underlings: Isabel Beaumont and Stan fucking Baker. Isabel was a sweetheart but Stan was an asshole of the first order and a huge pain in your father’s ass. You’d met him twice before but seriously doubted he even remembered. You were just another human after all. There was no reason for him to pay any mind to you whatsoever.

Sookie had styled her hair and wore a red dress with a bandana pattern on it. It was cute but it also screamed country. Eric had worn a black button up with black pants and his black leather jacket. In contrast, you wore white, the dress clasping around your neck which left the back open. Eric moved around the room, restless, his hand caressing your bare skin whenever he passed by.

He introduced the two of you to the other two vampires by name only. As you expected, Stan showed not even the vaguest recollection of having met you before. “You might have mentioned that Eric hired a couple of fucking humans, Isabel.” He rocked on his feet a bit as he scowled at you.

“Now, wait just a damn minute,” Sookie started and you placed a hand on her arm to stop her.

“You are human, Sookie. Pick something else to get pissed off about. I’m sure Stan here will give you plenty of options,” you told her. She was used to dealing with Eric and Bill. Stan would just as soon rip her head off as listen to her attitude. As for you, you were kind of hoping he’d try it with you. All you needed was an excuse.

Stan stepped forward and curled his lip as he snarled at you. In a blink, Eric had him pinned against the wall with a hand on his chest. “That one’s my mate. Treat her with anything but the utmost respect again and we will have an issue.”

He released Stan and flashed back to your side. The Texan straightened his suitcoat. “You might have introduced her that way, Northman.”

“I might’ve, but I didn’t. Deal with it.”

“Can we get back on topic?” Isabel asked.

“Are you certain it is the Fellowship of the Sun that took Godric?” Eric looked more than a little annoyed at the prospect.

Stan said, “Yes” at the same time Isabel said, “No.”

The male rolled his eyes. “They are the only ones with the organization and manpower to have pulled this off.”

“But they’re amateurs,” Isabel argued. “This is Godric we’re talking about.”

You frowned. “Do you know for sure that he was taken by anyone? It seems like you’re just guessing.”

“He wouldn’t just leave. He has responsibilities here. Besides, we can find no trace of him,” Isabel reasoned.

“Sookie and I can investigate at the church. It should be fairly easy to determine if he’s there or not,” you said. Eric shifted beside you.

“And just how do you propose to do that?” Isabel asked, her accent more pronounced in her irritation.

You laid a hand on Sookie’s arm to keep her quiet. “It’s what we’re here for.” Which really didn’t answer her question at all, but you didn’t care. There was a leak here and you weren’t giving them any more information than necessary.

“It’s not necessary. We just go in and take them out in one mass attack. Show them who’s in charge.”

“Hmm, vampire hating church gets wiped out. I wonder who did it? The Authority would skin your ass,” you told him. “On second thought, that could be entertaining. Go ahead.”

“Alskling,” Eric said, a warning in his tone.

Stan’s gaze narrowed and darted between you and your mate. He really wanted to say something but wisely feared the Viking beside you. As he should. Instead, he settled for, “Have we met before?”

You hummed in amusement but didn’t answer. Let him figure it out.

Stan widened his stance and crossed his arms. “We all know the Great Revelation was the biggest mistake we ever made. It would be a shame to let this opportunity pass.”

Wow. Your dad was going to have a field day with this one.

“Don’t use Godric to make your own little power play,” Isabel snapped at her counterpart.

Eric stiffened beside you. “You are both completely incompetent. What has happened to Godric that he surrounds himself with fools?”

“We invited you here as a courtesy. You have no authority here,” Isabel told him.

“Yeah, why don’t you just run on home to Louisiana and take your puppets with you?” Stan drawled.

Your hand gripped Eric’s to keep him from launching himself at the other vampire for calling you a puppet. “We need a plan,” you said, trying to get everyone back on topic.

“I have a plan.” Of course, fucking Stan.

“It’s not a plan, it’s a movie,” Isabel argued and you wondered how many times they’d had a version of this argument since Godric disappeared. He wouldn’t have stood for it if he were here.

Your gaze shifted back to Stan as he said, “It’s not a movie, it’s a war.” So fucking dramatic. Did he think there were cameras filming him or something? Imbecile.

“Idiots,” Eric growled out echoing your thoughts. He pulled you from the room, Sookie trailing behind.

As soon as the three of you were outside, he released you hand so he could pace. Sookie leaned toward you. “Is he okay?”

You hummed and gave her a nod. “He’s just pissed. Give him a minute.” You pulled out your phone while you waited for him to cool off and sent your dad a text. Stan Baker is going to be a problem.

The response was almost immediate. Dallas, right?

Considering the amount of vampires he’s encountered over the years, you’d always been impressed at his ability to remember names, faces and locations. Yes.

Do I need to send someone?

You smirked, knowing what he was really asking. Not necessary. I’m already here. Just tell me I’m cleared and I’ll take care of it when we’ve finished our business here. Eric might beat me to it. Stan called me a puppet.

You have full authority. Either of you. Your usual fee applies. And y/n?

Yes?

I’m sorry.

I know. Your fight wouldn’t truly be resolved until you talked in person but it was a start. You put your phone away just as Eric returned to the two of you. “Feel better?” you asked before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He didn’t respond so you took that as a no. He grasped your hand in his and you grabbed Sookie’s. The three of you walked back inside only to hear Isabel and Stan still arguing over whether or not they should just wipe out the church. Eric growled before picking up a vase and launching it at the wall. It shattered catching their attention.

“Godric has protected you and made you rich and you stand here arguing like a couple of children. No wonder he has not been found.”

“Are you aware you have a leak?” you asked, giving them something else to focus on.

“Impossible,” they said in unison.

“We were intercepted at the airport. They were told to take the humans traveling with me,” Eric explained.

“And from what I’ve gathered, Isabel’s the only one that knew we were coming.” You tilted your head as you studied the shock on the female vampire’s face. It seemed genuine.

Before you could question her further, Eric had her hanging in the air by her throat. “You would endanger my mate?”

“I didn’t. I swear,” she choked out as she clawed at his wrist. Stan just stood by with a smirk on his face.

“Put her down, Eric. We need to ask her some questions,” you said softly.

He huffed and released her so she dropped to the floor. “Ask.”

“Who did you tell we were coming?” Your voice was just as quiet as it had been for Eric.

When she shook her head, you held up a hand to stop her.

“Not an enemy. Someone you trusted, Isabel. Who did you tell?”

You saw the moment the name came to her. She was devastated. “He wouldn’t.”

“Who?” Stan snapped.

When she took too long to answer, Eric asked again. “Hugo,” she said softly.

“Your human.” Stan’s lip curled in that sneer he seemed to have perfected.

Eric stopped him before he could go after the man in question. “You will lock him up and await Godric’s judgment. No harm will come to him.”

“You have no authority here, Sherriff.”

The only thing that kept you from killing him now was the fact he may know more than he was letting on about Godric’s disappearance and you’d have to interrogate him later. “Actually, he does. The threat to his mate supersedes Hugo’s act of betrayal against you.”

Stan turned his scowl on you. “Who are you?”

“Who me? I’m just a puppet.”

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[melzula]

I was wondering if you could write a Fire Lilies blurb where Princess meets Suki again and befriends her, after Zuko and the others return from the Boiling Rock? Suki is so cool!

a/n: I’m a big Suki stan and I’ve been wanting to write about these two for so long!

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You had to admit you were a bit apprehensive at the idea of Zuko and Sokka’s “fishing trip,” and the thought of anything bad happening to either of them had you worried sick. Knowing those two, there were about a million ways for something to go wrong, and though you did your best to busy yourself with distractions, nothing could quell your anxieties until their long awaited return.

They bring newcomers with them, Hakoda— who greets you cordially and expresses his relief in knowing the Princess is safe and in good hands— and a prisoner by the name of Chit Sang who just seems happy to finally be free. You expect Zuko to try and greet you, attempt to give you a hug and assure you he took good care of Sokka while they were gone, but he doesn’t even spare you a passing glance as he rushes off to his room. In all honesty you’re a bit offended at the action considering his frequent groveling and desperate attempts to earn your forgiveness, but you don’t have time to question it as Sokka pulls you into an extremely tight hug.

“Y/n!” He exclaims. “I was thinking about you the whole time we were gone. I wanna introduce you to someone very special. Princess, meet Suki. Suki, meet Princess y/n of the Southern Water Tribe.”

”Hey, you’re the one who helped us put out those fires on Kyoshi Island,” the girl notes with a smile. “I don’t know what we would have done if it hadn’t been for you.”

“I just wanted to help out in anyway I could,” you reply with a meek smile. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“Look at you two,” Sokka sighs happily, slinging both of his arms around the two of you and pulling you in close to his side, “my favorite girls finally meeting.”

“Sokka’s told me so much about you,” you say while removing his arm from you. “I’m so happy to have another girl in the group.”

“Same here,” Suki replies, slinging her own around over your shoulders before guiding you away from Sokka. “I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends.”

~~~

With Azula’s attack on the air temple your group had been forced to relocate to a secondary location, and though there had been a few close calls you made it out okay. But Zuko has seemed awfully close to Katara, and the fact that they’d just departed on their own little trip made you feel... well, you couldn’t quite describe the emotions that were stirring uncomfortably inside of you but they weren’t very pleasant.

“Something on your mind?” Suki asks as she sits herself down beside you.

“I don’t know, I just... feel weird.”

“It’s Zuko, isn’t it?”

“What?! No! Why would I care about him going on a trip alone with Katara!” You splutter incredulously.

“I never mentioned anything about a trip with Katara,” Suki responds with a pointed look causing you to deflate.

“I don’t know,” you finally sigh. “I’m still so angry with him, and one by one everyone in the group seems to forgive him, but I can’t. And I don’t think I will. I’m sure once Katara comes back she’ll be trying to convince me that he’s a ‘good guy now,’ and maybe to her he will be. But I just can’t get over everything he’s put me through.”

“And yeah, I know I chose to run away with him, and I put up with a lot of things I didn’t have to, but at the end of the day he was the one who turned his back on me in Ba Sing Se. I didn’t want to fight him and having to use my own bending against him still haunts me to this day, but I know that if I hadn’t have fought back he would have struck me without hesitation just because Azula asked him to. I used to think Zuko was good, but now? Well, who knows,” you finally finish your rant with a dry laugh, but there are tears in your eyes that Suki tenderly wipes away for you.

“I know you two have a lot of history, and I know something like this isn’t going to be fixed overnight. But I can also see that you’re hurting, y/n, and I don’t think that pain is ever going to go away until you fix this,” Suki comforts gently. “You don’t have to be best friends with him, but maybe talking to him again will be a start.”

“How would I even do that?” You sniffle. “When you guys came back from Boiling Rock he wouldn’t even look at me.”

“But he talked about you the whole time he was there,” she says with a faint smile. “About how strong you were, how powerful, how brave, how kind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so in love before.”

A few more tears manage to slide down your cheeks as you stare out at the running water before you, a shaky exhale blowing past your lips as you shut your eyes and focus on the flow of the river to ease your troubles. Suki is right there beside you, a gentle arm wrapped around your shoulders as she comforts you to the best of her abilities. You haven’t known each other long, but already you find it so easy to be close to her.

“Thank you for being so kind.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she replies with a gentle smile. “Do you want to maybe practice some bending? It’ll probably keep your mind off of things.”

“I think that would be good,” you sniffle before lifting yourself up off the ground.

“And don’t go easy on me,” Suki teases. “Whatever you throw at me I can handle.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you grin, but as you move to pull a small steam of water from the river you find that you can’t do it. The element hardly bends to your will, and no matter how hard you try the most you receive in return for your efforts is a barely noticeable wave in the water.

“You alright?” Suki asks with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know...” you murmur quietly. Your muscles are beginning to ache under your efforts, but still the water refuses to budge.

“What is it?”

“I think... I think there’s something wrong with my bending.”

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[reddie-set-nope]

“Richie Tozier to Emcee Rocky Horror Show”

So that’s where he was at. Headlining a small theatre in LA for October. His manager had begged him to do it, saying it would be good publicity, maybe overshadow some of the questionable shit he’d said in the past. He still hadn’t come out to Steve. It wasn’t because Steve would be angry, he was gay himself, it was that Richie was pretty sure that the pure shock would give him a heart attack. 

So instead he did gigs at Pride Events and Fundraisers- and now- Rocky Horror. He was still staring down at the headline on his phone, Bev had sent a photo of the newspaper she found while out for brunch with Ben. Their group chat was erupting with excitement, Bill was going to take a flight down to see the Halloween show, Mike was figuring out how to get back to LA from Michigan on his nationwide road trip, Stan and Patty had already bought their tickets and were seeing both the first and last shows, and Eddie was too busy moving to check his phone to see whatever nonsense they were chatting about. 

Richie sent off a quick text telling everyone to buy their tickets soon before they sold out. He had saved at least three seats at the last showing, perks of being the Emcee, but everyone else would have to buy ahead of time. 

Richie spent the entire day before the first show getting ready, running through lines and pacing back and forth. He’d been to showings before, but that was years ago, things had to have changed since then. When he arrived at the theatre a very eager stage manager was there to walk him through their rules and show him around. He only had to run through a couple of pre-made games and crack jokes while doing so. After the show he’d greet people in the hall with all of the performers. Easy as that. Steve was out of town on personal business, so Richie was alone in the venue for about an hour before anyone showed up. He scrolled through the group chat, looking over Eddie’s obsessive moving texts. Eddie sent photos upon photos of his new apartment asking for advice on decorating and furniture and the like. Richie knew that Eddie and Bev must call or FaceTime on the side from the way that they talked in the chat. He missed them. None of them had really met up since their reunion. Sure, he went to dinner with Stan and Patty once a month and called everyone at least once a week, but it felt so lacking. He still felt out of his element in comedy, even writing his own material, and finally realizing he was gay wasn’t helping. It only opened up a whole new can of worms that he was definitely not ready to face. 

Soon enough he was being ushered on stage, a microphone in hand and a smile on his face. The crowd only quieted slightly. Looking out at all of the faces in the crowd, he saw kids in costumes, teenagers dragging their friends along and smudging makeup all over their faces, rows and rows of dyed hair and wigs, smiles that were ground so deeply into the faces that stared back at him. And it felt oddly familiar. These people were just like all of them. Losers. Catching his eye on Stan and Patty, Richie took a deep breath and waved out to the theatre. The lights were up and it felt a lot more intimate than his comedy shows ever did.

“What is UP? It’s nice to see all of you here tonight, I’m Richie, I’ll be your Emcee tonight. Just a quick reminder that there are exits on both sides of the aircraft and lavatories in the back. In case of an emergency, your seat can be used as a flotation device. And, unfortunately, I am required to go over some rules with you guys.” The crowd booed and whooped, egging Richie on. 

“I know, I know, rules.” He took the mic off the stand and began to pace the stage. As he listed out the rules the crowd continued on with their screaming, interrupting and adding their own one liners. Richie had to stop twice to bite back laughter because of a woman in the second row who kept yelling out Pokemon names every time he gestured his hand to the side. A couple of kids in the back row kept chatting the entire time. People came and went from the bathrooms and bar. But it wasn’t malicious. It felt nice to not have everyone’s attention. 

And then the games began. The first was a moaning competition. This wasn’t something the venue had set up for him, but he had cleared it by the stage manager when he arrived. At Richie’s first ever Rocky Horror in a small run down theatre outside of Derry they had the grisliest, grossest, moaning competition. And he was determined to make everyone else suffer through what he had to. 

A couple of the crew members came out from the wings to sit with their legs dangling over the edge of the stage. Richie announced the game and sent them out for volunteers. A woman with suspenders and wide rimmed glasses came sprawling onto the stage, followed closely by another woman in a light pink dress holding her hand. Richie leaned down to one of the crew members and pointed to Stan, who was whispering something to Patty. A young man dressed up as Rocky was the next one on stage, walking awkwardly in his small costume. And finally, Stanley Uris waltzed onto the stage. Richie explained the rules to them and started coaching them, finally he had them release their ungodly moans into the microphone, wiping it between each person. Stan, bless his soul, let out a heart wrenching scream. To cap off the game, the audience cheered to decide who would win and Stan got to take home a pack of starbursts. 

The rest of the night went by surprisingly well. They ran through the rest of the games and started the movie. Richie watched from his seat on the balcony, screaming out obscenities and watching as everyone else did the same. He got doused with water by someone behind him who had brought a super soaker. After the show, he made his way out to the little booth they had set up in the lobby and signed merch. He got to talk to a lot of long-time fans of his. A couple of women asked him to sign various parts of their body, he had to turn down a young woman who asked him to sign her tits. The stage manager had drawn the line at that. 

The showings kept getting better and better the more he did. The people that came up to him after the show shared amazing stories of self discovery and growth with him and he got to meet a large portion of the queer community. They were all surprisingly nice to him, which he hadn’t expected after years of misogynistic ghost writers and your-mom jokes. 

Finally, the last show rolled around. Halloween night. Richie got there at the same time per usual and the stage manager greeted him with a hug. She was dressed up as a vampire, full cape and all. Richie smiled and gawked as she spun around, “Well shit, am I supposed to be in costume?” She laughed and explained their tradition to him. Everyone at the theatre dressed up on Halloween, even if it made the crew more noticeable than their usual black outfits. Looking around at the scattering crew, each of which was colorful and bobbing from behind masks and makeup, he felt completely underdressed. 

He sent a text to Bev quickly, asking her to bring along a costume. She sent back a winky face and he sighed deeply. Apparently all of the losers had driven together, as they walked in one giant bubbling heap. Richie dipped down from behind the stage and out the side door into the crowd, meeting Bev at her seat. She pulled him down to kiss his cheek gently and pull him into a crushing hug before sending him on his way with a plastic bag. Backstage Richie pulled out a bright red cape lined in faux fur and a small plastic crown. He texted Bev an obscenity and wrapped the cape around his shoulders. 

Walking out onto stage, everyone was dressed up. Rows and rows of characters he couldn’t even begin to guess. There were so many smiling faces all aimed at him. It was like basking in the sun of a beautiful tropic beach. He did his spiel about the rules, groaning and quieting the audience the entire time. 

At the end of it all he called the crew out to grab audience members, pointing out where the losers where seated. Mike was the first one dragged on stage, then Ben followed closely by Bev, then a very sheepish Bill, Stan was spared from the game only because he had already been subjected to this shit, and finally, Eddie was pulled up on stage. Richie explained the game and had them huddle together. 

“Fuck you man.” Eddie said exasperated but fond. 

“This is the shittiest thing you’ve done yet.” Mike laughed. 

“You are a complete and utter dumbass.” Bev whined lovingly.

Richie sighed happily, pulling everyone closer. “Just know that our friendship hinges on who wins.”

“Oh it’s on.” Bill side-eyed Richie and pulled back from the huddle. 

Richie started with Mike, who gave it his best shot. He actually tried to moan in a pretty deranged and wild sort of way. Richie glanced wide-eyed into the audience, which caused an uproar. Then it was Ben, who had to take a minute to completely compose himself. When he was ready, he let out a sigh-like sound that was completely guttural. Bev doubled over laughing and Richie shook his head disapprovingly. Bev was next and she put her soul into it. She pulled her dress upper leg, rolling her eyes back and pulling the mic up to her lips as she gave a very low, very fake, moan to the audience. This was met with applause from the back row. Bill, ever the competitive type, tried to parody Bev’s attempt by pulling him pant leg up and practically swallowing the mic. Richie spent almost five whole minutes wiping the mic on his cape. Then it was Eddie, who outright refused. They went back and forth, making a show out of their bickering for the audience. 

“C’mon Eds, it’s just a little-”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie pointed with his entire hand, “And it’s gross. I hate you.”

After some coaxing from a tipsy Bev, Eddie finally gave in. He took the mic and breathed out a couple of times before giving an honest to god moan. Richie took the mic back and tapped his shoe on the stage for a second, staring at the floor. 

“You know Eds, that sounded awfully familiar.”

“Oh real mature dude.”

“Your mom used to-” He didn’t get to finish as Eddie wrestled the mic out of his hands and the crowd started cheering. Half were rooting for Eddie and the other half for Richie. When Richie finally got the mic back, he did the obligatory cheer voting, and Bev won, though Eddie had a cult following of teens on the balcony. He sent them back down and threw some starbursts at Bev. The rest of the games went by, he only tripped over his cape once. And as soon as it was over he took to his seat besides Bev, Ben, and Eddie. Bev had scribbled a ‘V’ on Ben and Eddie’s cheeks with her red lipstick. They both looked equally flustered by it and Eddie sat with his arms crossed. 

“So, first time, huh?” Richie sat down and threw his cape over the back of Eddie’s seat. 

Eddie huffed, shifting in his seat. “Shut up.”

“Starburst?” Bev offered. 

“I’m okay.” Richie smiled, waving her off. 

Eddie seemed get into the movie as it went on. They all got up and did the Time Warp, Richie guiding Eddie along the way. Ben leaned over to tell them all about Meatloaf when cousin Eddie appeared on screen. Eddie complained when he was killed off, and complained even more when he realized that they were eating him. Cannibalism was on his long list of gross things he knew way too much about. Ben was visibly spooked by the sex scenes, Bev had to reach over and hold his hand to keep him from combusting from embarrassment. Richie was expecting a similar reaction from Eddie, but instead he got a hard glare the entire time. Eddie completely ignored what was happening on screen and fixated his judgmental little eyes on Richie until it was over. 

Eddie gestured to the screen as the scene drew to a close. “You didn’t say anything about-”

“Well I didn't know you were a virgin.” Richie countered, smiling viciously and scarfing down a starburst. 

“Fuck you, actually, fuck you man.”

The excitement of the night was getting to Richie and he was feeling especially alive. “Buy me dinner first.” He muttered to Eddie, leaning down to say it directly into his ear. 

Read more on AO3 here!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #losers club #bev marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stan uris #ben hanscom #rocky horror #halloween #benverly

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Our First Defeat

Chapter 1: You’ve Cut Me to the Bone

Uh, oh- guess what time it is? That’s right chicks, dicks, and everyone in betwix(t)....

It’s ‘another series that should’ve just been a straightforward one shot’ time!!!!

This is probably going to be at least a four parter, so buckle up buttercups.

Warnings: Smut, infidelity, oral, cum play, longing, ANGST, Lewis being a shitty husband to Katherine, run-on sentences, feels, probably OOC Nixy-poo, childhood f2l mention, mentions of prom sex so underage I guess(?), potty words, rich people parties, reader is tipsy when they boink but so is Nix and it’s pre-established desire so idk man

Special thanks to @sunsetmando​ for being my constant idea sounding board and cheerleader and to @liebgotttme​ and @mrsalwayswrite​ for their unfalteringly supportive praise despite my constant self-inflicted shit talking!

Title and chapter names will come from the first defeat by noah gundereson

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Say what you wanted to about Doris and Stan Nixon, but they sure threw one hell of a party.

 Waiters in sharp suits, sparkling crystal glasses filled with golden champagne, marble floors polished to a near reflective shine- nothing but the very best for the engagement party for Mrs. Nixon’s baby boy.

If your heart hadn’t already become calloused from heartbreak, you probably would burst into tears.

You’d known the Nixons all of your life, and with Nixon being a year and a half your senior and his younger sister being three years your junior, the three of you had little choice to become anything other than close. Even when Lewis had grown old enough to get sick of girls and their games of dress up and make-believe, you and he still managed to get along.

 You were both the oldest children in your families, and for a while you had also attended the same advanced reading course offered by your private elementary school’s librarian. Your shared love of books had bonded you nearly as much as your shared birth orders, and it wasn’t uncommon for your parents to find you both nose deep in one of your father’s large tomes of mythology.

 It surprised no one that the two of you became close as you got older. 

What did strike both of your families as odd was just how close you two stayed- especially when you both started attending your respective boy’s and girl’s boarding schools. You’d been each other’s penpals, school dance dates, and summer trip companions.

 After your Junior prom, you’d lost your virginities to each other after polishing off two bottles of lethally strong port wine. Nixon, sex-drunk and just plain old drunk-drunk, had insisted that he’d done ‘other things’ with girls- that he wasn’t really a virgin but he’d yet to actually do the act. 

As if he was worried that you’d make fun of him.

 As if you’d think less of him for it.

 Of course, things had changed once college came around.

He became busy with his studies, and you had thrown yourself into attaining your nursing credentials. He’d gotten a fair share of girlfriends and you’d had a few relationships of your own.

 When your families would get together for holidays and birthdays, the two of you would inevitably sneak off and fuck until one of you decided that someone was going to notice your absences.

 Then, after rejoining everyone else for an appropriately deemed amount of time, you’d rush off again to repeat the cycle. Sex with Lewis was everything you’d been told you shouldn't want- hard and desperate and just left of dirty but God did you love it. You loved the way your bodies fit together, the way his breath felt on your neck as he held onto you so tightly that you thought he might leave bruises. The way he kissed you as if he were drinking the air from your lungs, like he needed your lips in order to breathe, to live.

 More than anything, you loved the ease that existed between you two- the way you both helped the other redress and how he would take your face in his hands and call you sweet things as he gave you languid kisses before giving you a wicked grin and guiding you both back to the party.

 It wasn’t ideal, and more often than not you’d feel hollow again after a few days, but your trysts with Lew were the closest thing you had to a consistent relationship.

 When Pearl Harbor happened, you’d made the decision to enlist as a field nurse. Nixon had begun to attend an Officer’s school, so you’d already started to resign yourself to the fact that this fling of yours could never be anything more than just that, a fling. Apparently he had, too.

 You’d felt like you had been punched in the stomach when you heard about Katherine.

 He hadn’t even told you that he was seriously seeing someone, let alone considering marrying anyone.

It had hurt more than you wanted to admit.

How you managed to keep a straight face when his mother proudly told you and your mother about the engagement, you’ll never know.

 All you did know was that he’d made a choice, and it wasn’t you.

And you had to get over it.

 Even so, it had still taken both your mother and your father to convince you to come to this party tonight. Your brother and sister had been allowed to stay home- they were still considered too young to attend such frivolous events. 

Lucky bastards.

 But you’d let your mother dress you in a velvet gown of indigo-violet decorated with rhinestones across the bodice and sleeves, allowed your younger sister to braid your hair in a halo around your head (despite your mother’s plea for you to wear it in a more fashionable and mature style) and even gotten a grumble of a compliment from your sulking teenage brother and greeted the Nixon’s with the same amount of warmth you always had.

 If nothing else, finishing school had taught you well when it came to hiding your true feelings.

 Katherine was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, her hair shiny and her skin perfect and her body curvy and tight in all the right places. Her sky blue dress draped across her form perfectly, as if it had been made for her.

Her hands were graceful and delicate- the perfect canvas for the huge diamond ring Nix had bestowed upon her.

 To make matters worse? You liked her.

She was smart and well-spoken, with a habit of interrupting someone mid-sentence but that wasn’t enough to make you dislike her.

 “Lew’s sung your praises for years,” Katherine had smiled smally after you’d introduced yourself to her. “it’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name….”

“It’s all lies, most likely,” you assured with a grin, a sudden realization hitting you. “Speaking of Little Lew—”

Katherine rolls her eyes and offers a conspiratory whisper.

“Pretty sure he’s stress smoking somewhere upstairs. I’ve been trying to get him to quit—”

You snort at that. “Then you are far braver than most, and you have my respect.”

 You look over your shoulder, frowning as you took in the scene.

Turning back to Katherine, you give her a nod.

“I’ll hurry him along,” you murmur softly. “Drag him down by the ear if I’ve got to—”

“Consider my respect earned in kind, then.”

Sharing a smile, you politely excuse yourself and slip away up the stairs.

 You had a feeling that you knew exactly where Nix was hiding.

~

The formal library was dark wood and warm leather, with deep seats and cigar smoke stained books that sat on shelves so high that even the tallest man needed to utilize the built-in ladder to reach the top.

As children, you and Lewis had spent countless hours reading of far-away lands and exotic adventures, darting back and forth between whatever book you’d decided on and the grand globe by the window to trace your fingers over countries neither of you would probably ever actually visit.

This room held your sweetest memories, as well as some of your racier ones.

 Finding Lewis in here was only fitting.

 He looked unbearably handsome- sat on the windowsill with the wind fluttering his hair across his forehead while the moon lit up his profile and made him look like some exquisite marble statue.

The cigarette between his lips reminded you of all the times he’d smoke after fucking you, the way he’d exhale the smoke into your parted lips before kissing you so deeply your toes would curl.

 “I could get used to this,” he’d said, after one of your last trysts.

“What, smoking yourself to death in your dad’s library?”

He’d shot you a glare before attacking your neck with kisses that left you giggling from how they tickled your skin.

“No, Smartass,” Lewis said as he nudged your nose with his, a lazy smile clear on his face when he lifted his head away from you enough to meet your eyes. “This, with you. Not having to rush off before your mom comes looking for you. It’s nice….”

 That felt like a lifetime ago.

 “If you frown at the moon any longer,” you call out, smirking at the way he startles before realizing it’s just you. “You’re gonna get a wrinkle before all the wedding photos.”

 He shoots you a look, shaking his head before turning to stub out the cigarette in the silver ashtray.

“Not even gonna lull me into a false sense of security before giving me shit, huh?”

With a practiced ease, he gently slides the window back into place and locks it, fanning the lingering wafts of smoke from around his face before turning to fully face you.

 A familiar smile crosses his face that has you rolling your eyes.

“Well, I’ve gotta get all I can out of my system- now that you’ve gone and replaced me.”

 With another withering look, Lew comes up and kisses your cheek before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and another around your waist to lower you into a dipped hug.

 “Hey now,” he grumbles into the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your neck and causing you to shiver. “I think you’re underestimating your talents if you think anyone can fling smartass comments my way better than you- oh!”

 Twisting you back up so you’re both standing, he pushes the door to the library closed to get to the bookshelf behind it. 

 With curiosity, you watch him pull a book from the shelf and present it to you with a flourish.

“A gift for you, my lady.”

 Rolling your eyes, you take the book in your hands and peer at the cover.

 You recognize the title immediately as a Poirot mystery, a grin breaking across your lips as you realize it’s one of your favorites- a collection of short stories featuring the Belgian detective and Captain Hastings.

 As you open the book, you suck in a breath when you see the scrawl of Agatha Christie’s signature across the title page, and upon further inspection, you realize it’s a first edition.

 “Holy shit, Lew…” you whisper, running your fingertip across the indents in the paper her heavy-handed scrawl. “Where’d this come from? How’d you know….?”

 Looking up at Lewis again, you are slightly embarrassed by the amused expression on his face, deciding to look back down rather than acknowledge how clearly he was watching your reaction.

 “Well,” he begins, stepping behind you to squeeze your shoulders. “It came from a bookshop, believe it or not—”

 “Lewis—”

 “And as for the how….Blanche told me in one of her letters.”

 That gives you pause again- the reminder that you and he hadn’t written anything to each other in quite some time.

 Clearing your throat, you set the book down on one of the desks and bring a hand up to rest over one of his. “That’s very…..thank you.”

 You feel him press a quick peck to the crown on your head, something you were fine with until you left the pressure of his lips lingering there.

 “I hope, uh…hoped you’d also take it as a sort of, er- peace offering, of sorts….”

 You feel your shoulders tense at that. The blood in your veins suddenly feels cold and dead.

You’d hoped he wouldn’t do anything like this- wouldn’t bring any of this up.

 “I’m sure I don't know what you’re talking about—”

“Yes you do.”

 Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you turn around to face him. 

 “There’s nothing to offer peace for,” it’s taking more effort than you like to keep your voice even. “What you do with your life is none of my business.”

 “It doesn’t change the fact that you should’ve heard about it from me,” he says quietly, and as his breath fans across your face you can pick up the sweet bite of whiskey beneath the smell of cigarette smoke. “That was….I should’ve been the one to tell you—”

 “I don’t see why you felt you had to.” You give him a tight smile, working hard to keep yourself from scowling. “It’s not like we made any promises to each other….which I thought was the whole appeal of me, if I’m being honest.”

 Lewis brings his hands up to brush against your jaw, the unexpectedly soft touch making you shudder before you can stop yourself

 “You’ve got to have known that I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N—”

 “Don’t say that,” you hiss under your breath, biting the insides of your lip and shaking your head. “That’s unfair, you can’t do this- it’s wildly unfair to Katherine, it’s not fair to me—”

 Lewis scoffed at that, a rueful smirk twisting his face as he let his eyes trail down your face.

 “‘Unfair’....what’s unfair is asking me to go down there and pretend like everything’s hunky-dory when you’re here, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted in my goddamned life and expecting me to act like I wasn’t wishing you were on my arm instead—”

 “Jesus Christ, Lewis, that’s enough—” you cross your arms across your chest as you step back out of his touch and turn to look at the wall of books. “What’s the matter with you? I’ve always known you could be an asshole, but this is cruel, even for you—”

 “How am I being an asshole?” he snaps, taking your shoulders and turning you back to face him, his frown deep and imploring. “Because I’m being honest? Huh? ‘Cause I’m telling you the truth—?”

 “Because you’re telling me the truth now!” you say venomously, letting your own face morph into a scowl. “Tonight, the fucking night where we’re all here to celebrate you and Katherine getting married! You can’t just expect me to not respect that—”

 “What if I told you I didn’t even want to marry her—?”

“Lower your voice!”

 You don’t realize how close you’ve gotten to each other until you accidentally scuff your toes against the side of his polished shoe, something that shocks you out of your anger like a cold splash of water.

 His cheeks are rosy with both drink and frustration, and you’re pretty sure that your face is flushed as well. Closing your eyes, you sigh and hang your head.

 “If you didn’t want this,” you say a bit more calmly. “Then why did you ask her in the first place?”

 You startle slightly at the feeling of him taking your hand, opening your eyes to watch him bring it to his clean-shaven cheek and hold it there. His eyes look tired, sad almost.

 “Because I’m being shipped out soon,” he sighs heavily, twisting his head enough to press a kiss to your palm as the air whooshes out of your lungs in a pained sigh. “Because it’s what’s expected of me.”

Meeting your hesitant gaze, he offers a sad little smile and a shrug.

“Because it couldn’t be you, I didn’t really care who it was—” 

 Quickly, you take back control of the hand he’s holding and put your fingertips gently over his lips, your throat feeling tight at the admission.

“Don’t,” you whisper shakily. “Don’t finish that sentence….”

 Taking your hand again, he moves it away from his mouth.

 “Why not?” he says back just as quietly, eyes scanning your face. “Am I being an asshole?”

 You shake your head, chest tightening as you take in his confession. “You’re breaking my heart all over again.”

 He nods, his jaw clenching as he studies you. “I keep doing that, don’t I?”

 When you don’t show any sign of amusement at his comment, he encourages you to wrap an arm around his neck as he pulls you into another borderline inappropriate embrace. A hug that was better suited for two lovers rather than two friends grieving a future that was entirely hypothetical.

 His lips press to the side of your throat, inhaling the smell of your skin deeply and slowly.

“I don’t mean to,” he whispers, splaying his large hand across the small of your back. “I really want you to know that.”

 You stay silent, focusing all of your energy into not crying.

 Even if he had asked you to marry him, you would’ve had to say no.

Married women were unwelcome in all branches of military nursing- and you had worked too hard to ever consider giving that dream up.

Not even for Lewis Nixon….although you probably would’ve thought about it harder.

 “I sometimes wish we’d never kissed,” you say with emotion in your voice, letting him hold you even closer at your hushed admission. “I wish I didn’t care about you, then we wouldn’t have to be like this…”

 “I don’t,” he mumbled against your skin. “I wouldn’t take any of this back- even if I could.”

 You shake your head sadly as you bring your other arm around his shoulders to more fully embrace him.

“That’s because you’re a masochist almost as much as you are a sadist—”

 He groans at that, taking his face from your neck to press his cheek against yours.

“I knew getting you those Freud books was a mistake….”

 This time you allow yourself to sigh a laugh. “Only because they seem to hit the nail on the head when it comes to explaining why you are how you are.”

 “An asshole?”

 “Yeah, Lew.” you gently break free of his embrace and smooth your hands down the front of his tuxedo- straightening his bowtie on the way. “Now you’re getting it.”

 He looks as if he’s going to say something else, but you force a smile on your face and shake your head.

“C’mon, Mr. Nixon,” you say with a nod. “Your public awaits you. Best not keep them waiting.”

 “Y/N—” He calls as you turn on your heel and walk to open the door.

 “I’ll see you down there, Lewis.”

 With that admonishing reminder, you open the door and hurry to find the restroom in order to collect yourself.

Dinner was going to be hell.

~

Of course, Doris sat you beside where Lewis was seated in the middle of the table- Katherine on his left and you on his right.

 “Surrounded by his favorite girls,” Mrs. Nixon had cooed, standing behind Lewis’s chair and squeezing his shoulders excitedly. “What a lucky man you are….”

 They had only just served the soup and already you wanted to crawl out of your skin.

The only things that saved you were wine and the endless stream of one-sided conversation from Katherine’s young cousin Marcus, who sat to your right.

 He couldn’t have been more than sixteen- eyes wide and battle-hungry as he prattled on about the training courses he planned on enrolling in so that he could go to Japan and take revenge for the lives lost during Pearl Harbor. It served as a good distraction from the feeling of Lew’s eyes on your profile, silently begging you to turn and look at him.

 You didn’t give in.

 Marcus’s heart was in the right place, and it wasn’t his fault that you were trying to drown your distress in the sea of white wine you were creating inside of your belly. 

But you had the feeling that if you had to listen to any more talk of what his brother had told him about the Navy and how prestigious their ships were, you were going to smack your head against the table until you passed out.

 The only person who seemed to pick up on your distress was Lewis, and right now you were pretty committed to ignoring his attempts of conversation- hoping that by doing so you were strong-arming him into actually talking to Katherine, who was being so charming and well mannered that you felt like you were suffocating.

 As you brought your fourth glass of wine to your lips, Lew decided to speak rather than just look.

 “Think maybe you should slow down, Y/N?” Lewis says it quietly enough that only you and Katherine can hear him, and when you turn to face him you catch the sight of the other woman suppressing a chuckle into her glass of sparkling water. 

A drop of resentment stains your previously high regard for her- her slight amusement being amplified to condescension in your current bitter state.

 “Don’t worry ‘bout me, Little Lewie,” you say with a light slur in your voice- one that only those who truly knew you would be able to detect. 

As a child, you’d had a slight speech impediment that you’d grown out of with proper training and practice. It was only when you were overly tired or when you drank that it slipped back into your speech.

You could feel that now, its presence heavy on your tongue.

“Just gettin’ it outta my system while I’ve still got the chance……”

 When you're able to find his eyes with your own, you see the concern shining in them and suddenly feel like you want to cry. 

 You can’t help but think that this could’ve been yours- your engagement party, your future.

You’d say that the ring on Katherine’s finger could’ve been yours as well, but if you were being honest you found it too gaudy and flashy for your taste.

Lewis probably would’ve known that, too….would’ve chosen something significantly smaller and much more simple to present to you while down on one knee.

 But he’s not mine, should’ve stopped thinking of him as mine a long time ago.

 Without another word to him you slid your chair back from the table and stood, nodding appreciatively to the butler who instantly appeared to scoot the chair back into place.

Your mother, who was sitting closer to the door, gave you a worried look as you made to walk past her, silently asking if you were alright.

 With a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, you gently placed your hand on her shoulder in false reassurement that you were just fine. You mouth the word ‘bathroom’, as you passed her and exited the dining room.

 How you managed not to run up the staircase in search of somewhere you could let your mask of contentment fall away, you have no idea.

But you did. Your finishing school teachers would’ve been proud.

 Rushing through the library you knew better than the back of your hand, you quickly found the small, slightly hidden room behind a sculpture that held all the wealth of paper and writing supplies.

 The door barely shuts behind you before you suck in a shaking breath, face hot with tears you were refusing to shed. Each exhale sounds as if it’s being punched out of you, hands reaching out into the dark to feel for the wall so you can find the small footstool to sit upon.

 You were right, you couldn’t do this.

 It was too much, despite how desperately you’d tried to callous over the raw part of your heart that still ached for him. Resting your head in your hands, you try to slow your breathing, to muffle to sobs begging to be freed from your chest.

 The sound of the door clicking open has you shooting to your feet in surprise, the wine in your blood making itself known as you teeter slightly and you have to brace your hand against the wall to steady yourself.

The snap of the light being turned on makes you squint at the sudden brightness, the sight of Lewis breathing heavily as he leans against the door to close it behind him making your heart race even faster.

 “You shouldn’t-” you have to sniff quickly before finishing your admonishment. “You really shouldn’t be here, Lewis.” 

 He nods, his Adam's apple jumping in his throat as he swallows, eyes trailing up and down your body. “I know.”

Even as he says it, Lewis starts walking towards you. “I should go….”

 Your own breathing has become deep and heavy, lips parted to accommodate the sudden desperate need for more air in your lungs.

Mind having failed you, you search for the right words to send him away- to tell him that what’s about to happen is wrong and that you’re just making it harder on yourselves in the long run.

But all you can think as he reaches you, his hands coming up to hold your face with an unmistaken intention, is that you are going to explode if he doesn’t kiss you right now.

 Lucky for you, his thoughts seem to be similarly inclined.

 He kisses you so hard that you think your lips will bruise, his hands pulling your face so desperately close that his eyelashes tickle your cheeks as his eyes squeeze shut.

As you moan somewhere deep in your throat, Lewis opens his mouth to swallow the sound. His hair is soft in your hands, your fingers fisting and pulling at it until he makes a groan of his own.

 You allow yourself to rise up on your toes to make his head tilt back slightly, gasping into his lips when he suddenly uses his grip on your face to pull your mouth back from his.

He licks his bottom lip, whispering your name so you open your eyes and look at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

 “I-I don’t want to go without one more….” he seems to be at a loss for words, which for Lewis Nixon is truly unusual. But you think you can read his frustrated silence.

Your eyes search his dark ones, uncurling your fists from his roots to bring your thumbs to his forehead and smooth the concerned furrow in his brow.

 “Okay,” you whisper, coming down off of your toes to brush your nose against his. “Then do it.”

 As if your words were a racing gun’s shot, Lewis hungrily kisses you again- backing you up against the wall and clutching at you with carnal desperation.

You lose yourself in his fervor, scratching your nails down the back of his neck just shy of leaving a mark and moving to loosen his bowtie.

 He catches your hands and pins them beside your head, squeezing them in a silent request to keep them there. You nod into the kiss, gasping for breath when he tears his mouth from yours and drops to his knees before you.

Looking down your body at him, you pant lewdly as you watch his hands disappear beneath the skirt of your dress and hurriedly pull your underpants down around your ankles. 

 The only patience he shows is in his careful assistance of helping your step out of them, but then he is immediately returning to his pilgrimage to the warm place between your thighs- bunching the deep violet-blue fabric in one fist while his other hand encourages your thigh up and over his shoulder.

He kisses you down there just as thoroughly as he had your mouth, licking the hot petals greedily to part the way to your clit before attacking it noisily and skillfully. Your head makes a dull sound as it lolls back to hit the wall, your hips surging forward at the gentle and unintentional scrape of his teeth against the soft flesh.

In an apologetic motion, the hand holding your dress beside your waist rubbing its thumb soothingly across your side. 

You allow one of your hands to drop from beside your head to rest over his, your sigh of forgiveness getting lost in a breathy keen of pleasure.

 “Shit,” you sigh, bowing your head forward to watch him look up at you from between your legs. “Jesus Christ, Lewis!”

 Rather than take his mouth from you to reply, he elects to moan into your sex, the vibration striking somewhere deep inside of you that has your thighs quaking. Your eyes drift closed as he continues to suckle on you, the sound of him inhaling sharply through his nose making you feel dizzy with heady desire.

It had been almost a year since he’d last gone down on you- only because that was the last time you were afforded enough time for such foreplay. 

 And he’d only gotten better at it.

 With careful yet distracted motions, he maneuvers the hand covering his so you are now holding your skirt up and out of the way for him. You open your eyes at the same moment you feel his fingers curl inside of you, an airy mewl slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

 “I’m gonna cum,” you mumble stupidly down at him, finally bringing your other hand down to fist in his hair again as you begin to see the white-hot orgasm creeping into the sides of your vision. “Too soon….I’m sorry, it’s too soon—!”

 His intentional humming around your bud paired with the cruelly perfect crook of his fingers sends your careening over the precipice of pleasure.

Your body shakes and your hips buck uncontrollably as he refuses to relent his near fervent milking of your orgasm.

 You keep expecting him to stop, to pull away from you and start to seek his own release. 

But he just doesn’t stop.

 “What’re you doing?” you ask brokenly, keening into another moan as he slips one more finger inside of you. “Get up here and—ohhh!”

 “Again, “ you hear him grunt into you with a near frantic tone. “Give me one more….”

 You’re absolutely lost as he ushers you into another orgasm, mouth feeling dry from the open mouth panting you’ve had to resort to in order to remain lucid.

 “I need you,” you whimper pathetically, your eyes open and unseeing as you gasp for breath in a vain attempt at cooling the fire burning in your body. “Please, I need you inside me….please, Lewis!”

 It feels like he’s only just unsealed his lips from your sex when suddenly his tongue is in your mouth and his hand is cupped around the back of your head, kissing you languidly as your thrumming ears pick up on the soft sounds of fabric being untucked and trousers being shoved open and down.

 Before you can manage to find the coordination to bring your hands down to help him free his cock, you feel him bringing the same thigh that had been over his shoulder up to hook around his hip.

 With a familiarity that aches in both your heart and your core, you wrap your arm around his shoulders and nod into the kiss, just as you had that first time in your dorm room after the night of your Junior prom.

After one more soft peck, Lewis sheaths himself fully inside of you.

 Your face twists at the abrupt fullness that stretches your sex to the sweet-stinging point that you ache for more often than you liked to admit, eyes flashing open in euphoric alarm as the man you’d loved since you were fifteen fucked into you with a punishing pace.

 Apparently, he was just as desperate for you as you had been for him.

 It’s now he who is making desperate noises that have to be muffled, his face buried into the slope where your shoulder meets your neck. 

At some point, he’s managed to undo the button at the top of the back of your dress, nosing the fabric around your collarbones open so he can latch his lips to the flesh at the curve of your shoulder- worrying at the skin with tongue, teeth, and lips.

 If you were in a teasing mood, you’d accuse him of having an oral fixation. 

Lewis would make another comment about how much he regretted giving you the books by Sigmund Freud. 

You’d try to offer some witty retort, only to be cut off by him pinching at your clit and biting at your lip.

 It was so easy, everything with him just felt so good and comfortable and warmly familiar.

 As if he can hear your thoughts, he presses his temple to yours so his lips are at your ear.

 “It should be you,” he nearly whines. “I’ve only ever wanted you—”

 The sob that bursts past your lips is so bitter and childish that even Lewis seems to notice through his haze, pulling his head back in time to catch sight of the tears rolling down your cheeks.

 “I’m sorry,” he grunts as he kisses the tears off of your skin. “I love you and I’m sorry.”

 Just as your first moan had been, your first deep sob is captured by his mouth. Your lips are salty and you can feel from his shaking lips that he’s struggling to keep his own upset at bay.

 The hand that was holding your thigh wraps around it to press a thumb against your clit, and you can’t stop the stream of babbling that follows the movement.

 You can’t shut up about how much you love him and how angry you are with him and how badly you wished things were different.

 “I know,” he mumbles to each admonishment and devotion you utter, his voice becoming tight as you intentionally squeeze down on him with everything that you’d got. “I know, I know, Please love me anyway, I know.”

 It’s the sound of Lewis coming undone that sends you into your second orgasm, holding on for dear life as he brokenly thrusts into you a few more times before yanking himself away to spill himself onto the wall beside you- bracing his arm there as you blindly reach down to stroke him as well.

 You both stand there, breathing as if you’d both just sprinted across the fields behind his house.

 Using the wall as a support, you turn to face him and press your forehead to his sweaty temple, the hand of the arm against the wall moving to rest atop your head as he shudders and stills in your hand.

“Good,” you breathlessly praise him as you gently release his cock. “So fucking good….”

 As you bring your hand to your mouth to suck it clean, Lewis curses lowly as his eyes follow the movement, like you’ve hurt him somehow.

Before you can reach your hand down to get more, Nix grabs your wrist and holds it in the air.

 “Don’t you dare,” he whooshes out with an exhale, turning his head to kiss you deeply enough that you know he can taste himself. “I’m gonna fucking cum again if you do shit like that…”

 You give him a small smile, pecking a quicker kiss on his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d be open to letting me lick it from you directly.”

 His wicked smile is lazy, wrapping his arm around your waist as you make to push yourself away and twisting your bodies so he’s now the one leaning against the wall with you pressed against him.

 ‘Not yet,” he pleads into the crook of your neck. “Please, not just yet.”

 And, because you’re a terrible and weak person, you stay.

 When his fingers start to undo the buttons holding your dress together in the back, you shake your head.

 “One more,” he murmurs as your dress starts to fall loose around your shoulders. “Just once more….”

 Despite knowing how much you’re going to hate yourself for doing so, you nod and lower your arms so your dress pools around your feet.

 “Okay,” you whisper. “Just once more.” ~ ~ ~ (HELLO I LOVE YOU AND SORRY FOR ANOTHER SERIES WHEN I HAVE ONLY EVER ACTUALLY FINISHED ONE BUT THIS IS WHO I AM AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN I AGREE WITH YOU, TBH)

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also also here’s the dress i used for reference bc what are outfits

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[mk-tozier]

BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?”  i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?”  Richie smirks.  

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will.  i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles,  kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

#richie tozier #richie tozier smut #beep beep richie #smut #richie tozier x reader #that one moment when you have no tags fluff richie Tozier fluff

[idy-ll-ique]

Didn’t Know Where Else To Go.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: violence, assault, death, mentions of smut at the end and curse words

Requested: Nope

The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes- they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “...didn’t know where else to go...” then collapse into the villain’s arms.

Summary: Sebastian Stan: a mobster boss. Everyone in the city hated him. When he meets Y/N, a new bartender at his favourite bar, she makes it clear that she also doesn’t like him. What changes?

Author’s Note: Hey peeps! The aforementioned prompt is something I read on Tumblr and really liked it. So I decided to write a fic loosely based on it. I hope you guys enjoy this! (This has been in my drafts for a long time, I’m currently working on 2 requested fics)

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Sebastian POV:

"Boss, there is someone at the door."

"Send them in," I commanded, looking up from my book. The person who walked in with him was… instantly recognizable. My jaw dropped— she had been crying. Her pupils were dilated, she was taking short, fast breaths and her voice was frail. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't know where else to go."

With that, she did the most YA-Novel-Female-Protagonist thing she could do— faint.

It all began 7 months ago. The person who was at the door was Y/N Y/L/N, a bartender at one of my favourite bars ever in the city. The thing is, when we first met, she hated me. Let me take you back 7 months.

Flashback:

I entered the bar, smirking when everyone turned to look at me. They looked away just as quickly, their voices becoming hushed. I looked around, stopping when I saw the bartender. Whoa, this was someone new and damn was she cute. Smiling, I walked over and sat down in front of her.

"Hey, was— oh. What will you like, sir?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on, why does everyone do the same thing? What is it about me?" I joked, winking. "Um, the fact that you're a fucking mobster and have been terrorizing the city for the past few years and would kill anyone if they question you? Uh, I don't know, actually," she snapped.

I froze. The woman seemed to really hate me. Here I was, thinking if I buttered her up enough she'd come home with me. I told her my order and looked away from her. "So, why here?" she asked me as she prepared my drink. "I really like this place, I've been here before loads of times. I don't plan to stop," I shrugged.

"Ugh, just my luck," she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Look, you don't have to be fucking rude, okay?" I retorted. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Shoot me? That's what you like to do, right? Kill people. Innocent people, let me be precise. No wonder everyone in the city except your goons hate you."

With that, she slammed my glass on the counter and stormed away from me, going to serve another customer. I was left staring at the glass, my figure shaking with repressed anger. She knew damn well I never laid hands on innocent people. No one in the city hated me.

Or did they?

The shaking stopped. What if she was right? I mean, she was much closer to the civilians than I was, what if they all hated me? "Uh, excuse me," I called out, hating how my voice cracked slightly. She glanced at me. "What do you want?"

"Answers."

"Ask the questions first," she huffed. "Does… does everyone really not like me?" I asked her. She stopped cleaning the glass, set it down and looked straight at me. "Yes. They don't like you. You're a mobster boss, dude! Have you seen films with mobster bosses? All of them, evil as hell. See how everyone in the bar became quiet when you came in?"

She had a point. "You know I would never lay a hand on innocent people," I defended myself, glaring at her. "Look, I'm sorry but we can never be too careful. What if you snap one day? What if you go rogue? Everyone lives in fear. They're afraid of you. And it's not like I can change everyone's mindset all at once."

"I guess you're right," I muttered, downing my drink in one go. "Hey, Mr Stan?" I looked up. "Y/N Y/L/N. I shouldn't have snapped at you," she apologized quietly, holding her hand out. "Doing this to get onto my good side?" I teased and she laughed.

"Come on, man! Doing this to show people you're not all you seem to be." I took her hand and shook it. "It's very nice to meet you, Y/N." She nodded and went back to cleaning the glasses. "Can I get one more drink?"

"I hope you didn't drive here." 

"I came on foot, actually. My house is just down the block." She gasped, startling me. "Mr Stan, giving your address away to strangers? How irresponsible of you!" I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess I trust you to not do anything bad." I spent another 2 hours there, chatting with Y/N.

She was a really fun person to be around. She had completed her education but was searching for jobs. In the meanwhile, she had decided to work here. 

By the time I was done drinking, I was too tipsy to even walk. "K, I'm goin'," I slurred, standing up. "Mr Stan, don't— oof," Y/N hissed as I fell off the chair in my intoxicated state. She rushed around the bar and helped me stand, wrapping her arms around my waist. "You can't walk in this state."

"I need to go home," I whined. "As it turns out, you've stayed long enough and now it's closing time. Let me get my coat." She dumped me on the chair and went to fetch her coat. I admired her from afar. 

She wore a mini-skirt that was flirtatiously snug around her thick thighs and a tank top. When she wore the coat, it extended past the skirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she was looking very sexy in the dim light. "Damn," I whispered under my breath, smirking.

When she returned, she helped me stand. I draped an arm around her shoulder and we stepped out of the bar. "Okay, which direction?" I pointed to the right and we proceeded to walk. "Have you ever gotten this drunk before? Because it's obvious you can't handle booze."

"Not really, I usually have to stay sober for my job. We need real intellectuals in the mob biz, you can't have drunk idiots running a mob," I laughed, finding it hard to keep myself upright. Shouldn't have drank so much…

"Right now, sir, you are a drunk idiot," Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. "Thank you, I will take that as a compliment. Plus, you can just call me Sebastian, it's okay." She shook her head and silence fell between us. "Tell me when we're there," she spoke quietly as I felt a headache coming.

"Being drunk sucks," I pouted, "I'm not even having a good time! It hurts everywhere—" "Probably because you fell off the chair." "—and my head hurts! I don't understand why people like to be so drunk." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You are seriously reminding me of my ex-boyfriend. He couldn't handle drinks either and I always had to babysit him when he got back home drunk," she muttered. "You can babysit me anytime!" I said cheerfully. "You're drunk, Sebastian, stop flirting with me."

"But you're so cute."

"Thank you, that is very kind of you."

"And se— we're here! That's my house!" She stopped in front of my house and rang the bell. "Is anyone at home or do I have to tuck you in?" she joked. "Nah, my best buddies and right-hand-men live with me. One's name is Chris—" Just at that moment, Chris opened the door.

"Wha— Sebastian? Are you drunk?"

"Sorry sir, I didn't know he couldn't handle drinks. I'm Y/N Y/L/N, the new bartender at Red Tavern." With that, she passed me to Chris. "Thank you for bringing him home, Ms Y/L/N. It's not your fault he got intoxicated, he should've known when to stop. He didn't cause trouble, did he?"

"Oh no, of course not, sir. He's fun to be around," she commented, gesturing towards me. I grinned. "Please, he's really not, you don't have to lie. Anyway, thank you so much again! Do you want a lift home? I can ask Anthony to drive you home." 

"That would be great, thanks. My house is in the opposite direction, it's a bit far…"

"Absolutely no problem. Anthony!" 

A few minutes later, my other friend, Anthony Mackie came downstairs, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah— oh, Sebastian is— damn." He tried to hold his laughter in. "Yeah. While I get him to his room, do you mind dropping her home? That's Y/N, she brought him home." Y/N waved at him.

"Of course, I don't mind. Thanks, Y/N, for taking care of our boss." She shook her head, waving her arms in dismissal. "Absolutely no worries, sir." They walked away, closing the door behind them. "She's cute, right?"

Chris blinked at me. "You have a crush on her!" he guffawed. "Duh, man. Did you even look at her? Girl was oozing sexiness," I smiled in fond memory. "Okay this got weird fast, I'm just gonna take you to bed." He got me to my room, placed me on the bed and left.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I passed out.

End Flashback.

"Y/N!" I yelled, jumping out of my seat to catch her in time. "Get a suite ready," I barked angrily at a few people, who immediately ran in fear. "And you, get me some water and a blanket." The person nodded shakily and ran out of the room. I picked Y/N up and carried her to the couch, laying her down. I sat next to her, checking her temperature.

Oh no, I needed a doctor. I took out my phone and called my personal practitioner but before I could speak, Y/N coughed. "Y/N," I whispered, cutting the call. "Sebastian, it hurts," she moaned. "Don't worry, doll, I'm calling my doctor. Stay here tonight."

"I don't have anywhere else to go." I froze. "Your house?" I asked. "That's… that's where I got attacked. I can't go back," she cried. "Wait, just— just take rest, we'll talk when you're better. Get some sleep, I'm calling my doctor." I called him again, glancing at Y/N when she took my other hand and closed her eyes. 

I chatted with him for five minutes; he said he'd take half-an-hour to get to my place. "Damn it," I grumbled, keeping my phone on the table. Just then, one of my servants returned with the glass of water and the blanket. I thanked her and she left the room, so it was just me and Y/N.

"Y/N, sweetie, can you please get up for me?" She opened her eyes. "What?" Oh God, she was getting weaker. "Have some water." As soon as I held the glass of water in front of her, she freaked out. Screaming, she pushed the glass out of my hand and it fell to the floor with a 'clang', the water spilling everywhere.

"No, no water, no… no…" She sobbed, pulling at her hair. "Okay, okay, no water! No water! Y/N, calm—" I grabbed her hands and clutched them in mine. She stopped sobbing; looked at our hands and then at my face. I brought her hands to my lips, softly kissing them. "No water. It's okay, Y/N, you're safe with me."

"Safe," she breathed heavily, "That's what he said to me before he poisoned me!" Who was he? Okay, she was getting insanely paranoid now… "I'm not like him, Y/N, I don't wanna hurt you," I whispered, looking straight into her eyes.

"Yes, you are! You both can't handle drinks!" she yelled, her tears beginning to flow once more. "Wait." My nostrils flared. Her ex-boyfriend, he harmed her? "Y/N, please, this is not good for your health, why don't you try to calm down? Breathe, baby girl, please," I pleaded.

She seemed to momentarily come to her senses. "Sebastian…" Without warning, she sat up and flung herself in my arms. And for once, I didn't mind holding her close. "You're okay with me. I'm not him. I am not going to harm you, Y/N, trust me," I mumbled into her hair, rubbing her back.

"I trusted him," she sobbed, "And he tried to kill me." This time, my anger won. I vowed to myself, if I don't kill her ex boyfriend in the next 24 hours— "I am nothing like him. We may have one shared trait," I rolled my eyes at its stupidity, "But I am nothing like him. For once, I wouldn't harm you even in my dreams."

Her sobs started to subside. "That's it, doll, don't cry. I'll keep you safe. Even if I die trying, I'll let no harm come to you." For 7 long months, I missed her. I missed her a bit too much. Every waking moment of mine was spent thinking about the beautiful bartender.

She was in my dreams. She was constantly on my mind. I longed for the moment when I could meet her again and ask her out. Alas, that time never came. 

A week after we met, I had to go to Romania for some important work. I spent three months there and when I was back, Y/N was no longer working at the bar. She found a new job and I had no way of locating her anywhere.

I knew Anthony dropped her home that one time but when I asked him, he told me she had asked him to drop him off somewhere else. From there, he said, she was going to walk alone. He offered to drop her home again, but she refused. Having no choice, he returned without knowing where she lived.

That resulted in me not knowing where she was. I was heartbroken and told myself to stop thinking about her. I became more and more engaged in work, I became moody, temperamental and cold-hearted. Everyone started fearing me more now.

And I finally saw what Y/N meant.

What if you snap one day?

That day was closer than I thought. Even though I became a much more accomplished mobster, there was one thing I couldn't do even if I tried— forget about the love of my life. 

"Seb, it hurts." I was brought back to the real world. "What hurts, baby girl?" I whispered, pulling her closer. "Head. Stomach. Legs. Arms. Heart." I smiled sadly at the last word. "I'll help you heal, Y/N, you don't have to go anywhere until you're better." She nuzzled into my neck. "I'd like that."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out, it was probably the doctor. Sure enough...

"Mr Stan? Oh, you have a guest." I tried to shift to make space for the doctor, but Y/N whimpered. "It's okay, Mr Stan, she clearly feels safer with you here." I placed Y/N on my lap, covering her with the blanket. "This is my friend, Y/N," I spoke fondly, though I really wanted to add 'girl' in front of 'friend'.

"Nice to meet you, dear, I am Dr Greenwood." With my help, he quickly ran some tests on her. "Hm, she has a fever, her heart rate is very fast and that's not good. Is there any other problem you're facing?" She nodded. "Headache and stomach ache."

"She claims to be poisoned," I added. "Oh dear me! I need to run a blood test, will you be so kind as to extend your right arm?" She did as he told her and he quickly took some blood. "Will she be fine?" I asked worriedly. 

"Well, she seems to be doing okay currently, which means the poison hasn't affected her yet. How about I get back to you by the morning? Just keep an eye on her and if something happens, bring her to the hospital."

"Okay, doc. Thank you." He nodded and got up. "Bye!" Y/N called out weakly; he smiled at her and left, closing the door behind him. "You've got to tell me everything, doll," I whispered, putting her down on the couch. She lay down and I sat on the floor near her head.

"Okay, I will tell you. It was a few hours ago," she began quietly, "I was at home, watching the seventh season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine when someone rang the bell. When I opened the door, my ex burst into the room forcefully. He pushed me."

My breathing sped up. "He pushed you? How dare that asshole—"

"Let me finish?"

"Go ahead, love, I'm sorry."

"Right, so he was very very drunk. And he was talking about how I broke his heart by breaking up with him and how he was so mad at me that he wanted to kill me. In front of me, he popped open the bottle of beer with him and poured an entire bottle of poison in it! An entire bottle! Then he attacked me and pinned me to the couch, forcing me to drink the poisoned beer."

"How did you escape?" I whispered. "By kicking him in the balls. Unfortunately, I ended up gulping down a sip and panicked. Seeing no other choice, I pushed him as hard as I could and he collided with the table. He hurt himself and became unconscious. I ran out of the house to the first place I could think of— here."

"I'm glad you came to me, Y/N, you'll be perfectly safe here. Our security is top-notch," I chuckled. She smiled, too. "Where are Chris and Anthony?" she noticed. "They're in Romania. They decided to stay back."

"Wait, that's where you were this whole time? You didn't come to the bar again and until then, I found another job so I quit. I thought you would never come back. I missed you a lot," she pouted. "I missed you, too. I was actually in Romania for 3 months and when I came back, I couldn't find you. I didn't even know where you lived, I didn't know where to look."

"What matters is now we're back together again!" she squealed. "You should rest for a while," I muttered, running my fingers through her hair. I checked the time, it was almost 2 am. Laughing when she yawned, I sat up. "I guess I should."

"Come, I'll take you to your room." I stood up with Y/N still in my arms. "I don't wanna be alone," she worriedly spoke, "What if he's awake and comes looking for me and finds me here?" 

"No one is finding you here," I sighed, "I'll stay with you, okay? Just tell me your address." Without thinking, she narrated her entire address and looked up at me with sleep-hooded eyes. I walked into the suite my people had readied for her and placed her down on the bed.

"I'm right here, just relax and try to sleep," I crooned, running my fingers through her hair. She immediately closed her eyes, which relieved me because she was listening now. When her soft snores filled the room, I heaved a breath and got up. Covering her with a blanket, I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me.

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"This is the place," I spoke to myself, stopping my car under the building. I got out and entered, taking the elevator to the sixth floor where she lived. When I reached her apartment, I noticed that the door was still open. I walked in, my gun ready as I looked around the place. Wow, Y/N maintained this place well.

I searched every room thoroughly, starting with the living room, then the kitchen and then the two bedrooms. Shit, did the asshole leave? Y/N told me she left him in the living room. I was about to leave when I heard belching coming from one of the bathrooms. I opened the door to the one closest to me, only to see someone puking in the toilet.

"Ew," I whispered and he looked up. "What the fuck—" He flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth with the toilet paper, "—are you doing here?" I realized he was still under the effects of heavy drinking. "Y/N told me everything," I sneered, hiding my gun behind my back.

"She knows you? Pfft, I knew she was a whore, why would she leave me for a goddamn mobster? Everyone in the city hates you," he jeered back. "Um, why don't you consider this? You're an abusive and possessive asshole and Y/N left you because you obviously were treating her badly?" I snapped.

"Don't get smart with me," he snarled, taking out a knife from his back pocket. "Oh," he snorted when I glanced at the knife, "Yes, I came prepared to cut that bitch up if she tried to fight back." The language he was using to describe Y/N was getting to me now.

"Enough!" I stated firmly, so firmly that even he paused. "I will not have you talking about Y/N like this, you are crossing a line." He returned to laughing. "Care too much about one of your sluts? What is she, your girlfriend?" Okay, he didn't have to rub it in…

"I said—'' I whipped out the gun and pointed it at him, "—enough. If you don't stop badmouthing Y/N—" He interrupted me again by laughing. "Of course, you're gonna shoot me. You like to murder innocent people, that's all you are! A bloody, fucking cold-hearted murderer! Y/N would never leave me for a guy like you! She is your slut!" he spat.

"Are you listening to yourself?! You tried to fucking kill Y/N because she couldn't put up with your abusive ways and your disturbing habits! I do not kill innocent people and I don't plan on killing them ever," I growled, "However, I do make exceptions for abusive boyfriends who treat my friend wrong!" 

With that, before he could retort, I fired three bullets at him. All three hit him in the chest and I watched as he fell against the floor, instantly dead. Some of his blood sprayed on my clothes and face, which made me scrunch up my face in disgust. But as I watched his lifeless body on the floor, a smile bloomed on my face. 

Y/N was safe.

I checked myself in the bathroom mirror, washed my face and decided to go back. But before I could, I realized that Y/N would be spending some time with me and would need her necessities. So before leaving, I packed two full-sized travel bags with her clothes, electronics, footwears, toiletries and sanitation products; anything I deemed necessary for day-to-day living.

Soon, I left the apartment with the bags to go back to Y/N.

---

"Seb?"

I looked up from my book as Y/N sat up, yawning and clutching her head. "Y/N, the results came back, you're going to be fine," I told her happily, sitting down next to her. "Really?" A smile bloomed on her face. "Yes! Dr Greenwood said you didn't swallow too much poison and that you will most likely excrete the amount you swallowed." She nodded.

"That's great news! I'm glad he brought one of those cheap poisons instead of the deadly ones," she giggled. Just his mention made my temper snap. "Oh, don't even talk about that jerk," I snarled, "I took care of him last night and now he won't be bothering you anymore."

She blinked at me. "You killed him, didn't you?" she deadpanned and I blushed. "I mean— I didn't—" I stammered but gave up when she raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I killed him," I muttered, looking at my lap. When she placed her hand on my cheek, I turned to look. "I'm not mad at you. Bitch had it coming."

I burst out laughing at her word choice, which made her smile, too. All of a sudden, she leaped up and wrapped her arms around my neck, catching my lips in a kiss. I stopped laughing and put my arms around her waist, kissing back. Had this just happened? Was she kissing me?

"I love you, Sebastian," she murmured upon pulling away, straddling my lap. I kept the book away and pulled her closer. "Really? I love you, too." She snorted. "Kinda obvious, you killed a man for me. I wasn't going to make a move on you but now I'm sure."

"Hm, my intelligent sweetheart," I grinned, leaning forward to kiss her again. The problem was solved and all was well. "What are your plans for the day?" she asked me, trailing a finger down my face, jaw, neck and chest. "Hm, don't have any," I smirked, pulling her closer.

"Wanna stay and… have some fun?"

"Boy, do I?"

Y/N laughed loudly as I flipped us over, laying down on top of her. Her laughs soon transitioned into moans as I attacked her neck and jaw with kisses.

We did have fun.

A lot of it.

A bit too much of it.

But who cares?

I was finally with the love of my life and everything was good.

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My Only Sunshine - Chapter 3

Liv is as human as they come – faults and all. After a dark experience in her past, she is determined to live life on her own terms, and never let anyone claim her as theirs again. This becomes an issue, when she meets a 1000-yearold vampire, who is dead-set on claiming her as his own.

CHAPTER 2

A little while later, I was wearing a magenta dress of some kind of expensive label. Pam had taken one look at me when I returned to the suite in my chosen outfit – a pair of tight-fitting pants and a low-cut top – and thrown the garment in my face, along with a pair of boots that went up over my knees. I’d forgotten how terrible I was at walking in high heels – having always danced barefoot – and nearly twisted my ankle walking back into the living-area from the vampire’s bathroom.

I’d put on the new outfit, trying to ignore the red-stained towels in the hamper. “Just lipstick… just lipstick”, I muttered to myself, as I regained my footing. “It’s blood”, Pam said. “Thanks…”, I sneered.

Eric slammed open the door to his room, and came out wearing a black well-fitting suit, over a tank top – and I was having trouble controlling my heartrate from how good he looked. His facial expression didn’t exactly give off any desire to dance the night away at a party; but then he looked at me, and his eyes diverted for a second towards my chest. He’d heart my heart beat faster, and his lips drew up into a light smile. “I see you’ve been playing dress-up with Pam”, he said. “You seem strangely comfortable in that outfit, actually”. I took a step forwards, and almost stumbled again. “Or not…”, Eric muttered. He held out his arm, for me to hook my own through; and we left the room. “Have him home by 4 am.”, Pam called after us.

When we entered the elevator, a female vampire was snacking on a young man. She looked up at Eric. “Sheriff Northman”, she said. “Sheriff Beauchamp”, Eric replied. The other vampire went back to her meal. My breath hitched, and I parted my lips. Eric gave me a look letting me know to keep my mouth shut.

We got off on the top floor, and entered a large room, that seemed like the purple version of Fangtasia; though at least four times larger. I followed Eric around the room, as he nodded and greeted other vampires; without having a choice, really, as I could hardly stand around alone. This party was more like a buffet of willing humans; offering themselves up to the vampires around. I never saw anything wrong with anyone doing what they want with their bodies, and was perfectly fine with anyone wanting to offer themselves to a vampire – I’d done it myself just days before, though Eric had changed his mind at the last possible moment. My issue was more in the manner of the feeding going on. The humans were moaning almost pornographically, and that was the part that made me uncomfortable.

A few dancers were grinding to the music on top of podiums, and Erics eyes scanned their moves. “Browsing for new employees?”, I asked. Eric seemed to ignore my words. “Do you dance, Liv?”, he asked. I drew in a short breath. “Why do you ask?”, I said. “Well, if you need another job once we get back to Louisiana; maybe I’ll have one for you”, he sniggered.

We went up to the bar, and Eric raised his brows at the tender; who quickly got to mixing up something. “You want me shaking my ass in Fangtasia? In front of everyone and anyone?”, I asked. Eric looked down at me. “I’ll be happy with a private show…”. A shiver ran down my spine. “I’m working, Mr. Northman. I shouldn’t be flirting with my boss”, I said. “You’re not. I’m flirting with you…”, he smiled, and handed me the drink the bartender had set on the counter. I took a large gulp of the delicious drink, not really knowing how to respond. “You should be working too, right?”, I croaked. Erics expression turned serious. “Right now, my job is to mingle and… schmooze”, he said. “Both things I am very good at, and simultaneously hate".

Eric seemed to suddenly realize that he was sharing more of himself than he was comfortable with; and relieved when another vampire came to greet us – well him. I was arm-candy. Literally. The black-haired flamboyant vampire in front of us had his own snack in tow – a young man in a tight t-shirt, with fang-marks on the inside of his elbow. “Eric…”, the vampire said, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s been a decade”. “At least”, Eric smiled. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How are things in Area 12, Carl?”. “Boring, as usual”, the other vampire responded. “With my term ending; I’m considering not running for another”. “Going back to Vermont?”, Eric asked. “I like the winters there better”, Carl said.

Carl let his eyes run over my body. “Have we met?”, he asked. Eric gave me a short look, and nodded slightly. You can speak. “I don’t believe so”, I said. “Are you sure? Have you ever been to Area 12?”. Eric smiled nonchalantly. “My human isn’t caught up with the area numbers yet, Carl”, he said. “Area 12 covers Los Angeles and all the way down to the Mexican border”. “My current dwelling is San Diego”, Carl said. “I was actually the host of the sheriffs conference last year”. I forced myself to smile. “Oh…”, I said. “Well then, maybe. I came to Louisiana from San Diego”. Eric tugged at my arm. Enough talk. “Liv is new to the vampire world”, he said. “She won’t have been at the conference”. “How would you know? You weren’t there either…”, Carl retorted. “Godric seemed to miss you”. Eric looked down, and for a second, I thought I saw regret on his face.

Carl looked at the bartender. “Vodka Cranberry for Javier; and another of whatever she’s having for my fellow sheriff’s human”, he said, before turning to Eric again. “Javi’s on a cranberry diet; makes the blood extra tangy. I’ll trade you for a taste…”. His eyes travelled to my neck. “Liv’s had almonds…”, Eric said. “I know how you feel about marzipan”. Carl winced. “Yuck”, he said. “Well, never mind. Maybe New York is up for a trade”.

I took my fresh drink from the bartender, and Eric and Carl nodded at each other, as if getting ready to say goodbye. Carl gave me a final look. “I’m sure I’ve seen you before”, he said. “Wait a second… Sugar and Spice… Barefoot-girl!”. My face dropped. “I knew it! Northman, you have a twister and grinder here! Well, see you later…”. The vampire and his companion walked away. Eric turned his head slightly to look down at me. He raised his brow in amusement. “Sugar and Spice”, he said. “Now this I have to hear…”. “Not now…”, I said. Eric grinned at me. “Miss Sunday…”. “I said not now!”, I hissed.

Within seconds, I found myself pushed against a wall at the far end of the room. Eric had my wrists pinned down on each side, and placed his knee between my legs. His face was twisted in rage. “Don’t speak to me like that!”, he growled. “Or what? You’ll kill me?”, I croaked. Erics eyes flickered, and he let me go; taking a step back. “Disrespecting me in the open will give away the fact that you are not mine”, he whispered. “Every vampire in this room will attack you the second they think you are on your own”.

I scanned the room quickly, and saw that we were being watched by quite a few vampires; and some humans. Eric was right; if I wasn’t under his protection, I was signing my own death sentence. “You have to be more careful…”, Eric began. “Bite me”, I said. His eyes hardened. “I’m trying to keep you alive…”. I looked seriously at him. “Bite me!”. Eric finally understood what I was trying to say, and nodded. I tilted my head, and closed my eyes; and Eric pushed my hair out the way, before baring his fangs. “I’ll be gentle…”, he whispered; and I felt his lips brush against my skin.

“Northman!”, a deep voice called out. “Förbannade rövål!”, Eric hissed under his breath. I didn’t know what he was saying, but I was pretty sure I concurred. “Stan! I thought this was a private party. Who invited you?”, the Viking said, faking another smile. “Fuck you. Dallas is hosting… Hope I didn’t interrupt your feeding”, Stan said. He was once again wearing a hat inside, and had the facial expression Jane Bodehouse usually had, when we decided to cut her off at Merlotte’s.

“I didn’t know vampires could get drunk…”, I whispered. “Look at his human”, Eric responded. The young woman draped on Stans arm looked wasted out of her mind; and probably had taken some kind of drug on top of that. “Oh…”, I said.

Stan deposited his companion on a leather couch, and walked towards us. “Looks like I came just in time for dessert”, he said, and smirked at me. “I’m not trading tonight, Stan”, Eric said. “And it seems your own meal is a little worse for wear… wouldn’t be fair”. Stan looked back at the almost sleeping woman on the couch. “Your loss. Layla is… sweet as peach-pie”. Eric turned back towards me. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my own meal”, he said.

“We never finished our conversation, earlier”, Stan said. Eric looked ready to commit murder. “This isn’t the time”, he said. “Oh, but it is”, Stan said. “It’s easier to have a real conversation, when Godric isn’t there to supervise”. “You know I will never go behind his back”, Eric retorted. “He is not…”, Stan began. “He is your sheriff!”, Eric roared, baring his fangs in a snarl. Stan smirked. “Are you trying to start a fight in my area, Northman?”, he asked.

“This is a party, gentlemen”. Isabel stepped out of the crowd. “Behave”. Stan growled. “This isn’t the time for a power-struggle, Stan. Sheriff Northman has centuries on you, and his maker has millennia”. Stan picked up his human, and threw her over his shoulder. “Godric will step down, and when he does, Area 9 will finally have a real leader”, he said, and walked towards the elevators; the crowds parting for him. “By the way, Eric… Your human really does smell delicious. I will have a taste at some point”. A terrifying sense of inevitability went through my body, and Eric reached behind him; grabbing my hand and squeezing it. He seemed to catch himself in the action, and let go quickly.

“Thank you for not ripping his head off in public”, Isabel said. “But Stan has already caused too much of a scene. We’ll have to glamour every human in the room, to avoid information about unrest in our ranks from spreading to those not present”. “Which areas aren’t here?”, Eric asked, retracting his fangs. “15 through 21… 7… 13”, Isabel said. “Well, no one wants to party with 13 anyway. Rose is a stick in the mud”, Carl said, joining our little group. Javier was behind him, looking pale, but happy. “Someone say something about glamouring?”. “Yes… I trust you can both handle your own humans?”, Isabel said. “Now, Isabel; there’s no reason to break with custom”, Carl said. “I’ll take care of little miss dancer-girl, here”. He gave me a once over, and smiled. Eric gave me a stern look, letting me know it was time for defying gravity, and whipping out my acting skills. “Liv; let sheriff Rockford glamour you”, he said. I nodded, and faced the approaching vampire.

Carl put his hand on my cheek, and looked into my eyes. “Liv… Sweet Liv”, Carl said, his voice soft and soothing. “You didn’t see any fighting here tonight, did you?”. I let my eyes go blank; which was difficult, considering the fast that I had a strange vampire standing only inches from me. Every second, he might pounce on me. “No…”, I said. “Just a second ago, you were just dancing, weren’t you?”, Carl continued. “I was dancing”, I croaked, focusing on keeping my eyes on his, while not letting any life shine through. “In fact, you were just about to take off those boots, and give me one of your special dances”. Carl smiled broadly at me. “Yes”, I whispered.

“That’s enough”, Eric said. He grabbed my shoulder, and turned me to face him. “Liv, it’s time to leave”. “But I was just about to get myself a private dance! Stan is right, she smells…”, Carl grinned. “She is mine!”, Eric growled. Carl looked at me again. “Tell me, are you truly his?”. I didn’t know how to answer the question; I couldn’t say yes, and let Eric think I’d changed my mind. I drew in a short breath, and began stammering. “I-I’m…”. “Give it a rest, Carl”, Isabel said. “You brought your own human, let Eric have his… It’s like dealing with children”.

Eric took a firm hold of my arm. “I think it’s time for us to turn in”, he said. “But it’s only 2 am!”, Isabel said. “Thank you for your kind invitation”, Eric said. “I will see you at the ceremony”. He put his arm around my waist, and more or less carried me to the elevators; to get us away as soon as possible.

Once the doors closed on the elevator, Eric grabbed my shoulders, and looked hard into my eyes. “Did he glamour you?”, he demanded. “No… no he didn’t”, I said. “What happened just now?”, he asked. “What did you witness?”. “I don’t know what you want me to say…”. Eric clenched his jaw. “I saw Stan act like a dick. He wants Godric to step down… How much detail do you want?”. Eric let go of me, and nodded. “Good… Now, don’t repeat that to anyone save me or Pam. It never happened”.

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I followed Eric to the suite, where Pam was having a party of her own, with another young woman. “You already fed once, Pam”, Eric said chidingly. “She was on the house!”, Pam said. She looked up from the woman’s wrist, and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Go”. The woman left the room quietly.

Eric waited until the door was closed to speak again. “You’re switching rooms with Liv”, he said. My jaw dropped. “Why?”, Pam asked indignantly. “Yeah, why?”, I agreed. “Because I don’t want her alone down the hall. It’s not safe”. Pam looked like a disgruntled teenager. “But I already unpacked”, she said. “Let her have your room”. Eric raised a brow at her. “You want to share a suite with a human?”, he asked. Pam froze for a moment. “Fine”, she said; and suddenly disappeared from view.

“Is anyone gonna ask me…”, I began. “No”, Eric said, cutting me off. “This is for your own good”. I sat down on the couch, and crossed my arms in annoyance. “Pam’s room doesn’t have a tub”, I muttered. “Mine does”, Eric said. “Feel free to use it”. A smile ghosted his face, and I wanted to simultaneously punch him, and throw myself at him. Pam reappeared. “I moved your shit”, she said. “Didn’t use the bed yet. You’re welcome”. “Thank you, Pam”, Eric said. “Now leave us”. He gave his progeny a look. “And leave some humans for everyone else”. She rolled her eyes again, and left the room.

I got up from the couch, and went towards the door of my new room; finding my suitcase on the bed. This room was slightly smaller; which I guessed was due to the fact that it was in a suite. At least the view was nicer, I realized; as I went to stand by the window. “Feel free to the mini-bar”, Eric said, having appeared behind me in the doorway. For the first time, I didn’t jump at his sudden presence “Why am I here?”, I said. “You’re safer in this suite with me”, he said. “Bullshit”, I said. “You’ll be out cold by 5 am. I might as well be on my own then… Why am I here?”.

Eric went over to my suitcase, and opened it; taking out my new clothes, and looking them over. He pulled out a red knee-length dress, and ripped the stitches on the side, so it would have a slit up the thigh. “Wear this for the ceremony tomorrow night. The color will look good on you”. “Eric!”, I roared. “Answer my goddamn question!”. He put the dress down, and walked towards me. “With you in here, it will seem more likely that you do in fact belong to me”, he said. “Which makes you off limits… But this would all be so much easier, if you’d just say yes to being mine”. I pulled at the hem of the dress I was wearing, feeling it suddenly much too short for the conversation. “Stop fidgeting. I told you…”. “Stop telling me what to do!”, I exclaimed.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled off the ridiculous boots Pam had forced upon me. Once they were off, I stomped past the tall vampire, and in to the living room. I grabbed a coke from the mini-fridge, and searched for an opener; coming up short. Eric came up behind me, and took the bottle; taking off the lid with his bare hand, and handing me the drink. “Thank you”, I muttered, and took a sip, before setting down the bottle on the counter. I wasn’t really thirsty, but I needed to do something to keep myself busy.

“I am trying to keep you alive”, Eric said, taking my hand; and merging his fingers with mine. I pulled myself free, and shook my head. “I’m doing my best to pretend…”, I tried. “Pretending isn’t enough!”, Eric roared. “I want you…”. I took a deep breath, and made a decision. “Then have me”, I said.

Erics jaw dropped; and a warm smile spread across his face. “You’re saying yes…”, he breathed, and leaned in, as if to kiss me. “No… I’m not saying I’m yours”, I said. He instantly pulled back, and looked at me confusedly. “But you said I could have you…”. “I want to be with you… But I have to be my own. Not someone else’s”. I didn’t know how else to put it. He let go of my hand, and stepped back. “So, you want to have sex with me”, he said, raising a brow. “This must be what it feels like, to be a piece of meat… Interesting”.

“I shouldn’t have said anything”, I whispered, feeling embarrassed for being so blunt. “I’m sorry”. “Don’t apologize for being up front”, Eric said. “You’ve had my blood, it’s natural that you’d feel attraction towards me”. “My attraction towards you haven’t changed since I met you. I always found you…”. I halted myself, once again feeling like I’d over spoke. I walked towards the nearest door, wanting nothing more than to hide under the bed in there, and pretend that this conversation never happened. “If you don’t need me anymore tonight, I’m gonna turn in. Goodnight”.

Eric followed me. “Liv…”, he said. “Eric please. Can we just forget it?”, I asked, and tried to close the door behind me. Eric held it open. “Liv, this is my room you just walked in to”. I looked behind me, and saw that I had indeed stepped in to the wrong room. “Oh… Sorry”, I muttered, and went to walk back towards my own room. “You can stay in here… with me”, Eric said. “If you want to… It’s your choice”.

His expression was earnest; warm, even. “I do…”, I said. He smiled softly. “Do you really not feel any blood connection with me?”, he asked. I shook my head. “No…”, I said. “But you want me…?”. “Yes”. There was a pregnant moment, before I suddenly found myself in Erics arms; one of his hands on the back of my head. His eyes searched mine for a final confirmation, and I gave it; by getting on my toes, and leaning towards him. “Sunshine”, Eric said, and grasped my lips in a kiss.

It wasn’t tentative. Our tongues immediately met – not battling each other for dominance; but dancing perfectly together. Erics lips were soft against mine, and though he was cool to the touch, his temperature was perfect for the warm evening – and I was hot enough myself to stay warm; adrenalin and my quickly beating heart keeping me that way. I put one hand on the back of Erics neck, and my other arm snaked around his torso; so that I could hold him closer to me. Eric shrugged of his jacket, and took a hold of my thigh; lifting me up to straddle him. I tried to reach the zipper of the dress I was wearing, when I felt it getting ripped open on my back. Eric had been a bit too eager in getting me undressed, as he walked us towards the bed. “Pam is gonna kill you”, I chuckled. Eric simply grunted, and began kissing my neck. “I’ll buy her a new one”, he breathed, and set me down on the floor; ripping the rest of the dress all the way down in the back, and tugging it off me.

I was now stood in front of him in lace panties and my bra. “Well, what do you know… You are wearing underwear”, he said with a wicked smile. “Though, a mismatched set… Interesting choice”. There was a hint of an accent to his voice now; one I hadn’t heard before – as his eyes scanned my body. He was right. I hadn’t chosen a matching set of underwear; as always, I wore what I liked. Usually, I even had trouble wearing matching socks. “You’re starring”, I said. “I’m admiring”, he replied. “You’re so… real". I looked down at myself, and saw all the bumps, spots and stretchmarks that I was used to seeing; suddenly very aware of every imperfection. Before I had a chance to cover myself with my arms, Eric pulled them away. “No, don’t… It’s just how it’s supposed to be”. “Lumpy and underwhelming?”, I said. Eric ran his fingertips down my arm, making me feel small sparks of electricity along every inch he touched. “Human…”, he breathed.

Stepping forwards, I tugged at the hem of his tank top. Eric discarded it, and stood bare-chested in front of me; in no way self-conscious as I had been. I supposed having 1000 years to get used to your own body, made walking around half-naked easy; but on the other hand, Eric had nothing to be ashamed about. He was built like a Viking should be; strong, broad and proud.

“Feel free to touch”, he smirked, when he saw my expression. “You’re so smug!”, I said. Eric took my hands and placed them on his chest. “You like that I am”, he said, and leaned down to kiss my neck again, running his teeth along my earlobe. “I do?”, I croaked. With an arm around my back so I wouldn’t fall, Eric led me to lie back on the large bed. “Yes you do”, he smiled, now moving his lips to mine, while bracing himself, so he didn’t put his full weight on me. “It’s part of my… charisma. And part of what makes you want to throw your legs around my neck”.

I frowned in confusion, before remembering my conversation with Sookie and Bill the week before. “You were listening in!”, I said. “You are such a creep!”. Eric laughed softly, and slid his index finger under the fabric of my bra. “I was curious about you”, he said, and found my nipple erect to his touch. With a pleased smile, he pulled down the cup to free my breast; and dove to suckle at the nub. “You’re nothing like I’ve ever met before”. “Fuck!”, I gasped, when he tugged slightly at it with his teeth. “I intend to”, Eric replied; and his hand moved down my belly, sliding under the top of my panties.

His fingers played with my curls for a moment, before moving further down, and finding my wet folds. “You’re warm…”, he said against my collarbone, and let one finger enter me. “You say that like you’re surprised”, I breathed, and pulled his head up to kiss him. “Am I different than what you’re used to?”. “Yes. And no”, he said, and added another finger inside me. “I want to taste…”. I nodded, and tilted my head. “No. Not yet”. “Then, what?”, I asked confusedly. Eric smiled wickedly at me, and kissed his way down my torso; every peck and nibble a foreshadowing of what I had in wait. Eric withdrew his fingers from me, and discarded of my panties in much the same way as he had the dress. “Now you are buying me new underwear”, I chuckled; before gasping when he – without warning – put his open mouth to my folds.

Just as when we’d first kissed, there was no tentativeness to Erics treatment of my lower lips. He was immediately feasting on me; massaging me with his tongue, and sucking hard at my clit – all while forcing my thighs apart with his hands. I put my hands on his head, and held on to his hair; pulling at it as the first signs of my forthcoming climax showed. My walls where already clenching; and Eric must have felt my muscles tensing up in my legs, because he started growling almost animalistically. He grabbed the outside of my thighs, and put them around his neck – letting go of me from his mouth for a second, to look up at me and grin. See? Told you, his eyes were saying; as his fangs bared. He was enjoying himself immensely. Eric locked my legs there, by putting his arms around them, and joining his hands.

My body was beginning to shake under him, and I was glad Eric was holding me down, as I was quite sure that if he hadn’t, I would fall off the bed. I struggled to keep my moans quiet, but Eric was having none of it.

“You like this?”, he asked. I nodded fervently. “I want to hear you say it…”. “Yes... please down stop…”, I croaked. Erics tongue lathed into me, before sliding up and flicking over my clit repeatedly. “Louder… Let go", he breathed in to me. I grabbed on to the duvet under me, and reminded myself to breathe – beginning to feel lightheaded. At an especially deep suckle of my clit, my climax took me over – jolts going through my body. Eric never let me go, just kept massaging my labia with his tongue. “Eric!”, I yelped, and dug my nails into his arms; which only made him growl in response, and intensify his attack. My back arched as I exploded into the peak of my orgasm; a sound like no other I’d ever made before, escaping my mouth – so loudly, I was sure we’d have noise-complaints.

Eric finally let me go from his mouth, and crawled up my body again; as I regained my breath. “You’re beautiful when you come undone”, Eric smiled; his words reminding me that I was in bed with someone from a completely different time. “You’ll have to make it happen again”, I breathed, and pulled him close for a kiss; tasting myself on his lips. “I plan to”, he said.

Before I knew what had happened, my bra was torn from my body, and I was finally completely bare under the vampire. Erics shoes, pants and underwear were gone within seconds; leaving him gloriously naked for me to admire. Erics cock was the right size for his build; proportionate to his body. If I was to describe it, I would say it went perfectly with the rest of him; long and well-built. Nothing in Mr. Northman’s un-life was mismatched. Eric didn’t change his facial expression or his body language once he was naked. He was always a smug bastard, dressed or undressed. If anything, his clothes were just a barrier he needed to get out of the way, to feel my skin on his; and I was quite sure he was perfectly comfortable walking around naked, if it hadn’t been for social standards.

He laid down on top of me, and grabbed on to my head – tangling his fingers into my hair – before attacking my mouth with another passionate kiss. I snaked my leg around his hips, and before I knew it, he was inside me; thrusting continuously within my warmth. I scratched my nails down his back in response; overwhelmed by the sensation of his hardness filling me. I pulled my head back to look into his eyes, and saw nothing but lust and want for me in them. He pushed one leg up next to me, giving him a different angle; and he smiled once he hit his goal – my g-spot. My eyes rolled back in my head, when I once again felt my walls begin to quiver.

We rocked back and forth together, almost making me feel like we were waves in the ocean. I whimpered, and buried my face in the crook of Erics neck; holding on to him tight, and feeling his taut muscles move under his skin. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me equally as close; when suddenly, he sat up – pulling me with him. Eric was kneeling on the bed; and with a hand on my butt, and the other on my shoulder, he helped me move on his lap. I swirled my hips, so I could feel friction against my clit; and moving his hand to my hip, Eric led my movements, making me reach the right rhythm for our joint enjoyment.

There was no sound in the room, save our moans and pants. Eric was loud in his groans, unabashed in his enjoyment of our love-making. He was clambering on to me – couldn’t get me close enough – and only let our torsos part to look down at our joined sexes as they came together. The sight made him growl, and he grabbed on to the back of my head; pressing his lips hard to mine. “Why do you feel so good around me?”, he rasped. “So warm and alive?”. “I don’t… oh, fuck!”, I whimpered, when he once again hit my g-spot.

With an unusually soft kiss at the side of my neck, Eric let me know to brace myself – and suddenly a sharp pain stung where he had kissed me, as he bit into me, and drew blood from the wound. I saw white, and instantly came around him, crying out in pleasure. Eric pulled back, and looked into my eyes in bewilderment. “You taste… so pure!”, he said, and latched on to me again. He moved his hips to thrust hard in to me as he suckled. I felt my blood pumping into his mouth, and it was as if our bodies melded together; as my walls clenched hard around his hardness. Pulling back from my neck, Eric cried out; and I felt him twitch inside me, as he joined me in orgasming.

My breathing was ragged, and Eric gently lowered me back onto the mattress; licking over the puncture wounds on my neck. “Are you alright, sunshine?”, he asked. I nodded slightly; a blissful smile on my lips. “Are you?”, I asked. He chuckled at my question. “I don’t think I’ve been asked that after sex before”, he said. “Yes, I am”. We kissed each other softly, and I sighed in contentment. Before he withdrew his fangs, Eric pricked a hole in his finger, and put the trickle of blood to the wounds on my neck; gently stroking over them. I felt a tickling sensation, and when I put my hand to my skin, the marks were gone. “I can heal you…”, he said. “That’s good to know”.

He slowly withdrew from my still throbbing core, and laid down next to me on his side. As I turned to face him, I found him almost caressing me with his eyes. For a long moment, we just laid there – not touching, simply looking at each other’s faces and bodies. I reached for his hand, and Eric brushed his lips over my knuckles. “Why do you call me sunshine?”, I asked. He smiled softly, and there was a glint in his eyes, as he responded. “I haven’t seen the sun in 1000 years… But when I look at you, it’s like I see it again”. I’d never blushed more in my life, than I did at that moment; until I remembered something. “Sunshine hurts you…”, I muttered. “So do you”, Eric said. I shook my head in confusion. “How?”, I asked. Eric shifted next to me, and suddenly looked very serious. “Every time I ask you to be mine, and you say no”.

I covered my face in my hands, but Eric pushed them away. “I want you to be mine!”. He got up to lay on top of me, and put both hands on either side of my face – burying his eyes in mine. “Please, be mine”. I put my hands on his chest, wanting to say yes, but knowing that I couldn’t. “I told you… The last time someone called me theirs… It didn’t end well”, I said; my voice shaking. “Tell me who he is”, Eric growled. “I will rip out his ribcage and force it down his throat!”. “He… No… You can’t”. Eric narrowed his eyes. “Do you love him?”, he asked. “No!”, I exclaimed. “Never… Eric, it’s complicated…”. “If you don’t belong to someone else, why won’t you give yourself to me?”. I sighed exasperatedly. “Why do I have to belong to you?”, I asked. “Why can’t we just… be?”.

Eric seemed to ponder my words, but came out looking bewildered, and laid back on his pillow. “I don’t know how to do that”, he said. “I have had sex with humans that aren’t mine, but never more than once or twice". “Why not?”. “Because, like I said, they bore me… You don’t. It’s why I want to keep you, as mine. So that I can have you whenever I want”, he said. I flinched at his question. “If I was… yours… you’d expect me to have sex with you whenever you wanted?”. “You ask a lot of questions”, Eric chuckled, and pulled at me, to make me lay in the crook of his arm. “I’m just trying to understand you…”, I said. “You make it sound like you’ve been forcing people to have sex with you”. “No, they usually want to. If they don’t… Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who said no to me, before you". I was momentarily stunned at his words. “So, you… glamour them?”, I asked. “No. I’m just that charming”, he said matter-of-factly.

I laid for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. Eric sighed deeply, and unnecessarily. “I don’t want to have sex with anyone who does not want it. But if you were mine, I wouldn’t have to share you with any other vampire… or, hopefully, man”. Darkness ghosted his face. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine”. “I-I get that… I think. But the whole ‘have you whenever I want’ part…?”, I said, imitating his tone; and making him smile bemusedly. “Well, if you said yes to me, it would be because you wanted to belong to me. That kind of relationship usually comes with frequent sex…”. “Belong…”, I said with distaste. “What’s to keep us from just having sex when we want, without me belonging to you?”. Eric lifted his head to look at me. It was as if I was speaking in some foreign language, he’d never heard before. “That’s an option…”, he said, making it hard for me to make out whether it was a question or a statement.

His meaning was made clear to me, when suddenly he flipped me around, and made me lay on my stomach. Getting on top of me, his blunt tip pushed at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you again. I’m not going to be gentle, and I will bite you”, he said. “Tell me to stop, if I’m hurting you”. I swallowed hard, and nodded. Eric pushed into me – bottoming out – then grabbed both my wrists in one large hand; holding them together behind my back.

Pushing my thighs apart with his knee, he pushed my leg upwards next to me; so that he could reach deeper inside me. “Djup… varm… fuktig…”, he growled as he rutted in to me. “E-english…!”, I croaked. “Perfect”, he said, and pushed hard in to me again.

Suddenly, Eric sped up his movements; slamming his hips against my cheeks. The sounds of our lovemaking were becoming animalistic in their nature; and being held down – unable to move – forced me to feel every delicious ripple of his cock moving in and out of me. Wrapping his free hand around my throat, Eric leaned down over me, and tilted my head; so that he could kiss my neck. He moved his hand to hold on to my hair, pulling at it; and laughing softly at my squeaks of delight. “Please…”, I said. “What?”, he asked, sucking and kissing the skin on my neck. “Harder…”.

Eric let go of my wrists, and in stead took a hold of my hips. With a roar, he pounded in to me hard; and I instantly unfurled around him; crying out in extasy. A fire spread from my core, as he excavated me – and suddenly Eric bit in to my neck again; growling, as he sucked at the wound. I was seeing white as I came; and with a roar, Eric let go of my neck, and spilled himself inside me.

I felt small kisses on my shoulder-blades, and the sudden emptiness in my warmth, as Eric pulled out of me. He helped me turn around, so I could lay against his chest. He was warm now – warmer­, anyway. “Don’t you have to go to ground?”, I asked. “The sun will be out soon”. Eric turned to press a button on the bedside table. Blinders soon covered the large windows. “Why would I, when this bed is more comfortable than the travel coffin?”, he said. “And you are here…”.

I was already dozing off.

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I woke up in complete confusion. Next to me – still as a rock – lay a large, blond and very naked man; with his arm draped over my torso. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and what had happened; when a dull pain from between my legs, reminded me of my nighttime adventure.

Managing to wrestle myself free from the grasp of the large Viking, I made my way to my own room; and in to the bathroom to clean up. In the mirror, I saw that the fang-marks from Erics last bite hadn’t healed. I told myself to yell at him for forgetting – right after I checked to see if he’d even acknowledge my presence. He had gotten what he wanted from me, after all. When I have sex with a human, I usually bore with them pretty quickly, he’d said. I managed to get back to the fact that I was in Dallas for work – a job that paid 10.000 in fact – but that just made me feel like a prostitute.

After putting on a button up dress, and a pair of flats; I went back up to the top floor – where a maid had told me I’d find the restaurant, so I could have lunch. It was too late for breakfast. The restaurant turned out to be the same room, that I’d been in with Eric the night before, at the party; but it looked completely different. The sun was high on the sky, lighting up the purple decorated room. I recognized a few humans from the party; among them, the woman who had been with Stan. She was more or less asleep over her coffee, and had several fang-marks all over her exposed skin.

Once I’d eaten my fill from the buffet, I went down to the reception, and asked for car-service; to take me to the artist Eric had patronized. His studio was in an old warehouse, and when he opened the door to greet me; I stumbled backwards in fear. “Thomas…”, I rasped, when I looked upon the face of the man who had beat me, and almost raped me; before Godric stopped him. “Guilty as charged”, Thomas smiled brightly. He ran a hand through his black hair; the same hand that had held me down by the neck, as he beat me with the other. “Can I help you, miss?”. There was no recognition in his voice.

My breath hitched, and I found it hard to speak. “You don’t… remember…?”, I asked. Thomas smiled apologetically, and shook his head. “I’m sorry… I see a lot of faces in my work”, he said. “Is that why you’re here?”. “I-I’m here for Eric Northman…”, I said, my voice shaking. His eyes widened. “Yeah, of course!”, he said. “Come in!”.

Thomas stepped aside, and I stepped in to a large combined studio and living space. The walls were covered in photographs; new and old. Thomas was a photographer, and a restorer of old photographs. He’d made his money for years, from taking pictures all over the states; mostly portraits, but also action shots from concerts and other live performances. That was how I had met him; as he was taking my picture while I danced at Sugar and Spice. What had started innocent, had ended terrifyingly.

Covertly, I reached in to my purse for my phone; ready to dial up Eric. The sun outside the large window reminded me he could do nothing for me, for at least another few hours. I was on my own. A young woman stepped out of a door from what I figured was a bathroom combined with a dark-room for Thomas’ work. She was wearing panties and a tank top; and when she saw me, she hurried over to the nearby bed, to put on a robe. “Sorry…”, she muttered. Thomas looked at her, and an expression I remembered all too well, ghosted his face. I noticed a purplish mark on the woman’s jaw, and as she tugged at the sleeves of the robe, I saw another around her wrist. I wanted to take her with me; save her somehow – and winced, when I saw her going through a drawer; finding a small glass vial, with red liquid inside. This woman was on V; and was probably looking for some pain relief.

Apparently, he didn’t find it necessary to introduce me to the woman, because Thomas headed straight over to a nearby table, and picked up a medium sized, flat package. “This took some serious restoration”, he said. “But I managed to recreate it as best I could”. He turned around to face me again, and I jumped a little at his swift movement. “I’m sure it’s wonderful. You’re very talented…”, I said; catching myself. “Or so I’ve been told”. “I do my best”, Thomas said, and walked over to hand me the package. I took it from him, and backed towards the door; not wanting to turn my back to him for anything in the world. “You know, I think I do know you from somewhere…”, he said. “Have you ever been in San Diego?”. “I have to go”, I said, and went for the door.

Suddenly, Thomas’ strong hand was on my shoulder – so strong, that I knew the V the woman had been going for, was probably from his stash. I froze in place, and readied myself for pain. Thomas’ eyes flickered in confusion. “Miss?”. I swallowed hard, tensing up; and trying to hold back tears. “Could you tell Mr. Northman that I’d be happy to come to Shreveport, if he ever needs any promo-pictures for his bar?”. “I will”, I said, almost inaudibly.

I forced myself to move away from his hold, and hurried out the door; almost running for the waiting car. Once safely inside it, I pushed the button to raise the blinder between me and the driver; and I could finally let my tears fall.

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