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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Worth It- Pt. 2

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Summary: The reader has a brief encounter with Sean.

Characters: Marcel x black!reader, OMC x black!reader, Klaus x black!reader????

A/N: This part was really fun to write. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did to write it. Also, your girl is feeling a bit confident writing for Klaus so more fics with him might be coming soon. Happy holidays!

“Listen just tell momma and daddy that they either need the get with the program or get left. Because a man as fine as Marcel Gerard is mmph!” Your sister, Bianca emphasized with a chef’s kiss. She was probably the only one in your family, who approved of your relationship with Marcel. Bianca always said love is love and anyone who tries to stop it is just bitter.

“But I do say, you should get a little taste of Sean. Marcel is a refined gentleman, but Sean is hoodnificent! Let him crack that back at least once.”

You stopped gathering the herbs around your shop, to pinch Bianca’s arm for suggesting something so outrageous. “Girl, are you crazy? Marcel will have the boy’s head on a stick, and I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“FIONNNE!” Bianca commented.

Both of you were too busy arguing with each other to hear the door chimes, but the voice that spoke got your attention. “Indeed, Marcellus would have the boy’s head on a stick. I taught him well.”

“Klaus, what are you doing here?”

He lingered around the shop, touching little trinkets, trying his best to intimidate you. “Imagine my surprise when I walk downstairs to see Diego and Thierry knocked out and you missing.” Now he was dangerously close, whispering into your ear, wrapping one your curls around his finger. “I do believe Marcel instructed you that you couldn’t leave the house without supervision.”

“Girl, add him to the list too. I bet he does all types of nasty things in the bed.” Bianca whispered into your other ear.

Klaus maneuvered his head around you to look at Bianca. He was giving her that famous smirk of his. “Would you like to find out?”

You moved in front of your sister to block her view of Klaus, because she would definitely take him up on his offer. “Nuh uh. None of that, you hear me?” You pointed at the two. “Anyway, the reason I ditched the bodyguards is that I have a business to run. A business that is frequented by witches. Witches hate vampires. So, don’t you think two vampire bodyguards, especially two that are Marcel’s best friends are bad for business?”

“Ok, then I’ll stay. I don’t need to suffer through Marcel’s groaning about how you were left unsupervised.”

“Oh no, you’re not! The witches hate you even more!” Your protest went unanswered as Bianca asked about his baby and he proceeded to show her pictures. Both ignored you, so you just went about your business as usual.

Customers would walk in and do a double take once they saw Klaus. Some would try to leave, but Klaus told them to ignore him and some would get over it and listen to him, but with others Klaus had to calmly threaten to remove their head from their shoulders for them to continue to shop. You didn’t know if you should be mad or grateful, but at the end of the day you were still making money.

It was getting close to closing time when a last-minute customer walked in. You were busy stocking the shelves, so you didn’t have a chance to see who it was. “Welcome, we’re about to close in ten minutes, but I can help you with whatever you need.”

You felt a tap on your thigh, and you looked down to see probably one of the most beautiful chocolate men you’ve ever seen. “I need you to get down, cher before you hurt yourself,” said the stranger. Before you could reprimand him for touching you, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you from the shelf.

“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Klaus watched the scene closely but didn’t intervene. He knew you could hold your own and would only get involved if necessary.

“I’m your fiancé,” he smiled, revealing a bottom row of a gold grill. Bianca was right Sean is hoodnificent. His attire was all black accented by gold jewelry. He had on a turtleneck and a gold chain and the Lord knows you’re a sucker for that combo.

(Sean’s face claim)

You just noticed he had two other witches with him when Marcel, Thierry, and Diego burst through the doors. Sean lifted your hand to his lips, “Until we meet again, chérie.” With a blink of an eye him and the other witches disappear.

“Search the whole damn Quarter! I want him found!” Marcel ordered Diego and Thierry. When his eyes met yours, you knew you were in deep shit. He was at the level of pissed off that he didn’t even acknowledge Bianca or Klaus. He just grabbed your hand, shoved you into the car, and drove to the Mikaelson’s.

“Are you going to talk to me or continue to give me the silent treatment?” You were back at the manor, sitting at the dining table watching Marcel pace back and forth. He hadn’t said a word to you since you were in the car.

Nodding to yourself, you got up to leave. “Ok, the silent treatment. Let me take my black ass home then.”

Marcel moved in front of you and back you into your seat. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen he talks!”

“Stop fucking trying me, Y/N.” Marcel warned you.

“Stop treating me like a fucking child then, Marcel!” Granted, you didn’t listen to his instructions, but you really tried. You lasted 3 days before you started getting antsy and tired of constantly being followed. Today was the sixth day when you made your escape and you felt that you could finally breath. “I can’t do it Marcel. I’m not meant to be locked up like some criminal.”

“You think that’s what I’m doing? All I’m trying do is save our relationship!”

“Like you do with New Orleans? Trying to stifle me and make me follow your rules? You know why my parents hate the idea of me dating you? Its because you ran the wolves out the quarter and forbade any witch from doing magic! You can’t control people like that. Its not right!”

“And your parents making you marry someone against your will is not the same?” He asked, getting closer to you.

Sneering your face, you replied, “Well, if you weren’t such a power-hungry asshole, they wouldn’t be making me.”

Marcel rolled his tongue around his mouth. “That’s how you really feel, huh? After knowing why, I forbade the witches from using magic?”

You cupped his cheeks, showing the first sign of affection since the incident at your shop. “I get why. You did it to save Davina but know she’s safe and you’re still trying to control everyone. New Orleans does not solely belong to just the vampires, or just the wolves, or just the witches. It belongs to everyone. But everyone is too damn selfish to see that. But hey, do what you gotta do. I’m gonna go to bed if that’s alright with you.”

Before you walked off, Marcel gave you a soft peck to your lips and murmured good night against your lips. No matter how pissed off he was at you, he couldn’t go without telling or showing you that he loved you.

“Now that’s the Queen of the Quarter,” Marcel heard Vincent say. Him and Klaus were standing next to each other, smirking at Marcel.

“How long have you two been listening?”

“Long enough to know that you better smarten up or you’ll lose the lovely Y/N to that witch or to someone more dashing.” Klaus informed him.

He ran up to Klaus and punched him in his jaw. “I’m not in the mood, Klaus.” Klaus got up and chuckle at him, not even mad that Marcel punched him.

“I can’t help it if your girlfriend is so charming.” Klaus teased some more.

Vincent shook his head and got in between the two vamps, before a real fight broke out. “Can you not antagonize him, man? Dude’s already on edge.”

Klaus sidestepped Vincent to get to Marcel. “Nope. Not until he tells us the real reason, he’s so mad.” Klaus circled Marcel, trying to gauge his reaction.

“He’s pissed because Y/N left, plain and simple.”

Raising a finger and ticking his head no, Klaus replied, “No, that’s not it. We all expected Y/N to break out. A woman like that, you can’t keep caged in.” Klaus stopped circling Marcel and stood in front of him, staring him down with a condescending smirk. “I wager the King of the Quarter was upset of the sight he saw tonight. It was but for a fleeting moment, but there, nonetheless. Y/N was intrigued by her witchy suitor. Before he thought of the witch as an annoyance, but tonight proved he might be more competition than he hoped for. Am I right?”

His nostrils flared as Marcel listened to Klaus correctly pinpoint his anger. When Marcel saw Sean’s hands on you and you not being immediately turned off made him worry. Sean was obviously closer to you in age and you both had similar upbringings. But the thing that worried Marcel the most was the one thing Sean could give you that he couldn’t, a baby.

“If I’m not back by the time Y/N wakes up, tell her I’m out doing business.” Marcel informed Klaus. He had to find and kill Sean before he could steal you away from him.

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years

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9. Part 3

I know they say that you shouldn’t Google your own name when you’re famous, but I can’t help it, I just want to know what they are saying but I know it is all fake. I know all these blogs are fake with their happiness, but it is what I assumed it to be. Fakeness, there is always a but in their text. Congratulations but who is the dad, I cancelled my search and got off Google, that is enough Google for the day, well morning. I have not tempted to go back onto Instagram after my post, it’s always that slight terror of seeing something I dislike fuelling my anger, but it’s annoying. I will have a little look and see what is being said, loading my Instagram. The first post I see is Dennis’ post, it made me smile. It is an unseen picture of me on the day of the Ball walking down the stairs with Ja, reading the caption ‘My boss lady! I am ever so happy for you, to see the happiness in your eyes. The pure joy of becoming a mother, I can’t wait to photograph every moment with you. Congratulations motherhoodriri’ I chuckled, I need to change my name to that I guess, that was so sweet of him. Liking the post and typing a comment out ‘I will be a HOOD mother! Thank you’ pressing send on the message, I will not look in my tagged posts, but I will check on my post. Tapping on my post and then seeing the video “wow” I whispered to myself “holy shit!” I spat, this post is nearing to twenty million likes, oh wow I didn’t expect that to be so liked. Going into the comments and it’s full of good, a lot of positivity which is nice to see but if I am to say thank you to all these people I will be here forever, but I am over this now. Locking my phone sighing out, last night had me sleeping on the couch as soon as he left, I sat down and fell asleep. My back didn’t appreciate it but that really drained me and it was a mess, and I felt somewhat hurt by him but I can’t judge him on that performance, I just can’t but he said some pretty hurtful things that every man in this world thinks of me, I am whore, I have done this with this person. When I haven’t, I may flirt and hug on some but sex, no way unless I feel that person and it’s not many people that get that far but to hear him say those things, I had to shut him up, but for him to faint was dramatic of him.

Everyone at this dining table is a mess, they are all hungover messes which is funny to me because I am now the sober one just laughing at them “you need to thank the gods I hired a chef for today cause I was not about to cook you all anything, you all should be spoiling me actually” they are all not in the mood, you can tell “Jahleel is not shit, he kept coming back with drinks, then we lost Jen. Found out she went home to her husband” Mel said in such a low tone “well she will be back, so you all had fun then?” Ja nodded his head “tell us, how did it go with him?” Noella was quick to ask, she is always the one to get over a hangover quick, she is good with her drink. I am not going to tell them the full extent, I am not doing that. Whatever happened it was between us and I am going to keep it that way unless it does come out he doesn’t want to be around, then it’s something I will have to explain but I won’t be telling them what actually happened, just the diluted version “so I told him, and he fainted” the sounds of cutlery hitting the plates just stopped “what?” Mel said staring at my face “yes, that happened. From him accusing me it was Drake and then I said it, he fainted just near the bar in the corner. And then he woke up, told me to repeat it. He will be back today anyways so if you all don’t mind, well I will take him to the spare room” they are all shocked at the fainting “if he comes” I breathed out, if he doesn’t then so be it.

A knock on the bedroom door “it’s me” Mel said as she walked into my bedroom, she closed the door behind her “to be honest I call your bluff, Chris looked so out of it. What happened?” laughing at Mel clocking me “we had a full blown argument; it was a lot of shouting and pointing and name calling. He did say a lot of words to me that hurt, I mean of course that is what people think of me. He was so out of it Mel, he literally was shouting and slurring but I held my ground, after he fainted he did calm down but was saying he had a condom on so was denying it. He started talking about court and then I dragged him about himself because he needed it, I made him upset, you should have seen his face. I felt bad about it though but he said can I just come back sober, I agreed to it but do not tell anyone this” Mel looked offended I even told her to not say anything “shut up, it’s me so you both didn’t get far I guess, besides arguing and tell him. You think he will come?” I shrugged “give him until today, then I know my answer but I just had to tell him about himself, he was acting so cocky about himself” placing my dress in the suitcase, I like to keep up with that because we won’t be here for long and I hate packing anyways “drugs I guess, well I am still rooting for him” Mel said which was nice to hear “Fenty! Hey, you have a visitor!” Ja shouted outside my room, Mel and I just stared at each other, it’s too early for him.

Walking down the steps “I mean it can’t be him, it is pretty early” I said in a whisper “he also doesn’t sleep” she has a point, Mel and I are both intrigued to know because Ja didn’t exactly explain who it is, it must be him. Reaching the bottom of the steps “he is outside the door, I answered, and he said he will wait outside” Ja said “he? Name would be good” Ja laughed “Oh yes, it’s Chris” Mel and I just eyed each other up “ok, I will be in the second living room” I hope it won’t be no arguing, I hope it is just pure adult conversation between us. Dragging open the door, staring at Chris as he smoked away looking around the area but me, he has changed into a white tee, snapback with cut off jeans. Least he has changed “making a mess of my front yard with your cigarettes?” I said, he jumped as he turned around “don’t faint on me again” I said laughing, it’s still a little funny he did “come in when you’re done” walking back into the house, he can just walk in. Walking towards the room everyone is in, they all stared at me “second visit huh, you look happy girl” Ja said with such a smirk “relieved anyways but be nice, for me” I asked, I mean I don’t know why I need to ask because they are ok “it’s not us you need to ask such a thing but I need to go and see Majesty, Auntie said she is playing up” nodding my head “tell my mom that I am ok, and Mel doesn’t mind they are using her apartment either” Noella smiled at me and then she looked behind me “ready?” I said turning to him “yeah” looking at his face, he hasn’t slept at all. Strong weed and aftershave on him, that is good smell on a man to be honest, I like the smell “hi daddy” hearing Ja say as I walked off, he is something else.

Chris walked by me to sit down, closing the door behind him. This is going to be hard actually, I think the messy Chris is easier to speak too, it is so much easier to speak to someone you love drunk then this “you want anything to drink?” I offered, I am not that rude “no, I think I am ok” he cleared his throat, walking around the couch, I didn’t sit near him. Just thought I would give him space and sit across from him, sitting down but sat back because I can’t be sitting forward with my stomach now. Catching Chris staring at me but then he looked away “this is weird” he admitted “I think I was more positive the first time you told me you was, I think I was more ready to hear then, just reminded me of that time. I ain’t forget” he is just like me, I haven’t forgotten “nobody would have let it happen” I said because it is true, we were young and had our careers ahead of us “same now though” nodding my head slowly “you right” I mumbled “I want to apologise, I am sorry. I acted out in my moment of being hurt, I have been acting like a complete dickhead. I am in shock still; I am still trying to accept it. I was hurt by you telling me to go and I admit that, it drove me crazy that you are pregnant and it’s selfish of me to feel that because you was going to eventually be this way but I said a lot, I am sorry and I don’t apologise for much because I like to be right but I am. I know I am not a good guy; I carry a lot of shit and yeah. I am so sorry, and I will forever be sorry for losing you because at the end of the day, I did want you. I am sorry for playing you off with Kae, I have been thinking on what to say to you because I am ashamed, I respect you so much, I really do. I hold a lot of respect for you, I love you so of course I do. To treat you like I did, you don’t take shit from anyone but I am sorry, I just wanted to get that out there” he said every word with his head down, he is nervous “it’s fine, it’s a lot to deal with but I guess now you know how I felt when you had kids and then kind of played happy families, I am not bitter but I always wanted that” Chris dragged his eyes up to look at me “I don’t admit that a lot, happy for you but I wanted that and I never got it so next stop was sperm donor. It’s been a hurtful process to want that, but I am ok. As always” I laughed “I find it so hard to speak to you because I love you Robyn and I just need to know how did you find out?” he asked “and yes I was upset you threw me out, I just wanted that something else from you. Not what I get from others, if you get what I mean” raising an eyebrow “a hug?” Chris cleared his throat “but it happened and now we have this?” Sober Chris is the Chris I know “I guess I should know Christopher Brown” maybe I should have “sorry” I apologised.

This is the Chris I know, he is not the guy people portray him to be or he always acts out to be “why didn’t you tell me when you found out, did you want me to be last?” I took in a deep breath, I mean of course I have to explain myself “I don’t actually remember how it happened, I know you put a condom on but then I don’t remember anything and neither do you so that sucks for us both but I cried when I found out, I was going to get an abortion, I will admit that. I was like I cannot be the third baby mother, and I cried on the hospital bed. I fainted in London which nobody found out about, when I got to the hospital that is when I found out I was pregnant. The doctor was kind of laughing at me that I didn’t notice I was but if Mel weren’t there, we wouldn’t be here right now. I would have terminated right there and then, the thought of everyone judging me, after waiting all this time I am just another award on your shelf. Mel talked me out of it, she said speak to my mom first, so I flew out to Barbados on that day, I was a wreck the whole way there. I broke down crying again with my mom, and then I told her it’s you, I can’t do it. I expected her to agree with me, she didn’t. She told me to keep it, that it was a blessing from god. She would not take me having an abortion and that this could be my last chance, and I missed it. I stayed in Barbados and relaxed. Then I was like I have to tell you, and every time I checked there was something going on in your life. I stalked you, I stalked your fans, I wanted to know what you were doing, and I saw nothing but shit. I find it hard, it kills me that I don’t have what I wanted, a stable home and a man” I am not going to cry, not doing it today “but” I said gathering myself “I am pregnant and I have this baby now, and I just wish it was different” Chris put his head down and so did I, the last thing I want right now is to cry but here I am ready to cry “we still have each other’s heart” he said and I wish he didn’t, feeling the tears fill my eyes. Taking in a deep breath looking up “but we have this baby” I managed to say “this is what matters, for the both of us. I told you late because I know how hard you would find it too and I wasn’t sure on how to deal with it, I was still planning but I was always going to give you that choice” Chris still has his head down not saying a word.

I feel bad, I don’t like to see him cry but he is, I am hurting with him “I wish I could be that guy for you” Chris said something, I let him be in his own thoughts and he broke the silence between us “maybe you was better off it not being me” he looked up “but I am not forcing you to be in it’s life, not even a word. I would never tell” a tear fell from his eye, but he was quick to wipe it “I wouldn’t leave my baby, not when it is with the woman I love. I just wish it were different. Can I smoke? Outside?” nodding my head “just erm go out front” Chris got up from the couch “or the double doors open” I pointed, Chris walked off to the double doors. I think Chris is struggling with the me and the baby part, I feel he is happy, but he probably feels he’s not in a good place. He is struggling to split the fact he loves me, and I am having his baby, knowing that I am not his but just another baby mother. I think it’s hard on us both because we do love each other a lot, we have been through so much together. I knew this conversation was going to be hard between us, but he wants to be involved and that alone makes me happy because I want my child to have a father in its life.

Smiling at Chris as he came back into the room “every time I think that you are pregnant with my baby I have to leave the room, it’s just wild how that has happened” watching him sit down “I feel the same way” watching him smile, it’s nice to see him smile “so how will this work out, I mean you are pregnant and everyone thinks it’s whoever’s baby” he may not like it “it depends on you, depends on how much you are going to change, I am not having no half assed father in my child’ life. I want you to change for you too, I feel like you need to change yourself. The way you are acting is no good for you either, I want better for you Chris” Chris clasped his hands together “you try living in my brain then, you try living in my shoes then. You would want to be that way, till this day I am the bad guy, I am bored of industry shit. You prefer to be in that bubble, I don’t” raising an eyebrow “and how is that coming along Chris? Not well is it? You’re putting that before your kids right? Drugs are no good Chris, I want you to get help” Chris laughed “no” I didn’t expect much from that “then Chris, I can’t allow you to be in my life like this, you are no good. I said I want better for you, is that why your loved ones have gave up on you? You can’t be like this and I allow you to be near the baby, no. I am sorry, but I don’t want your money, I don’t even need you, I just want you to be a dad! But you can’t even be that I am not going to help you if you don’t want it Chris, I won’t. You came back here for a reason; you came here for what?” I don’t understand why he did come here then “because of you, you’re having my baby” he answered that part but not change himself “and did you believe I would like you be this with me around? I tried to change you when we got together, then it didn’t work, I get you are your own person, I am too. Still, nobody knows who the father is, not until that father is worthy of a title, you think you are” Chris doesn’t like it, but I am right because he is not even thinking right.

I sighed out “how will I see my child then?” looking at him, he asked but nothing about changing his ways “I will be having my baby in London, and it will be sometime in the beginning of January. I will be in London” Chris looked at like I swore at him “the fuck is the point!” he shouted “I am here! I can’t even go to that shit place! You are doing it on purpose!” he spat “are you going to let me speak or just shout? I want you to fully understand that I am not going to let you even be near me or my child with you fucking taking drugs, fuck! Don’t you see how pathetic you are thinking you are good like this, you either play by my rules where I actually want the best for you or you just go back to your home and continue your lifestyle, I know you can be better” I don’t get why he is holding onto something that is dragging him down “what are your rules? That I am always having to please you huh!?” clearing my throat rolling my eyes, he doesn’t like rules “not please me Chris, what I want from you is a clean drug free guy, get rid of your friends that are using you. I will help you with it, I will be here for you. And if you want to be around for things like scans or whatever then that is fine, but this will be done all in secret. You can’t speak a word on this to anyone, it is between me and you and the people in the next room” I am not sure if he will like that or he will want to tell everyone, Chris is quiet not saying anything really “you really want me to be there?” he asked “why wouldn’t I? I don’t expect you to be, but I wouldn’t say no” Chris clenched “what about at the birth? Or is that just your people” that was such a sassy tone, he assumes I go by my people “if you saying my mother then yes but if the father of my child wants to be there, I would like that too” Chris put his head down “can I see the scan picture?” he asked, I didn’t even bring that down “uhh, it’s in my bedroom. Come up” getting up from the couch.

Walking into my bedroom “don’t mind the clothes, I was packing some of my things. I am sure you have seen my panties before” walking around my bed “yeah” Chris chuckled “where are you going?” picking the scan picture from the side table “Mexico, gender reveal. It’s just small and private, just some friends and family. But here it is” holding the scan picture out to him “this is weird to see” he said taking the scan picture from me “I know, I am like is this really mine” stepping back as he looked at the scan picture “they are saying the baby has my forehead already, I mean of course they would” watching Chris stare at the picture intently, a little smirk played on his lips “I never really played part in Royalty and Aeko’ thing, I was just the provider really. I think they are right; it has your forehead already” he looked up from the picture “shut up” side eyeing him “what if your people get into your mind and they want you to get rid of me?” Chris asked “oh no, this is my child. This is my life now, my baby comes first, this is why I want you to do better for yourself, I know what you are and can be, I want that for you, which then makes you better for your other kids” he looked at the scan picture again “I want you to come to the gender reveal, you don’t trust me and think I am playing a game. Let’s start from there, you come with us to Mexico. That is if you want to come, and no my family won’t be mean to you or say a thing, they are rooting for you to actually be there. This is not a game Chris, this is my baby’ life I am playing with, and not only that I care for you and want good for you” Chris held out the scan picture “Mijo gave up with me, he lives his own life now too, we just see each other when I need something. Nobody helps unless they want to gain and” Chris looked up at the ceiling “I just had no purpose but to battle everyone and everything, I know what I got to do but someone is always fucking with me. My mom just doesn’t trust me, I feel at times she has taken over my kids like they her own, I am not sure if it is because of the way I am but you right, I am not a real dad at all” that is big of him to admit that “it’s never too late Chris, we can maybe get to the point where we can tell the world. But you need to work with me and I will work with you” Chris nodded his head “the world doesn’t deserve to know; I am sick of my kids being used for some promotional shit. I am a little choked up, it’s like I am becoming a dad for the first time, but I am still slightly coming down from the drugs I had last night but I am with you on it. I have a lot to think about, but I don’t want anyone to know, they don’t deserve to know. And I will do this for you” I did not expect him to say me, I would have hoped he meant the baby “if that makes you want to be better then ok” I will take from him “but London? How can I see anything?” he has a point “but I can deal with that for you, I will look into that for you. It’s been years Chris, you haven’t tried. So, you want to go on this journey with me? If you don’t stop the drugs I won’t take that shit, I promise you I will cut you off” Chris placed his hand over his heart “I promise, I won’t let you down. You have opened your door to help me, you don’t know how much that does mean to me, to have someone believe in me” only time will tell but Chris is a stubborn man, he would straight say no if he didn’t want something and he hasn’t done that “it is hard, the reason why it’s taken me this time to tell you because I needed to be mentally ok to help you when needed, I am doing this because my baby deserves the Chris I know, and he is the best guy and my baby will be luckiest thing to have you” Chris turned away from me “don’t, but” he wiped his face with his hands “I will do anything for that baby inside of you, but also you. But I am doing this because I know you got nothing to gain, I trust you like I didn’t before. I will do it your way” nodding my head smiling.

I offered Chris a drink and he accepted, opening the door “how did it….. Oh” Ja said seeing Chris behind me, Ja’ eyes all wide eyed “pour Chris a drink then” I said to Ja “take a seat Chris” Mel smiled at me “I wanted to say sorry Mel about the texts” Chris apologised as he sat down “it’s ok, but negro I was close to coming there and beating you, stubborn as fuck” sitting down on the chair “you want to sit on the couch?” Chris offered “no it’s ok, sit. Dennis and Chris, you both have met before. Chris will be around for longer then we all anticipated” Dennis laughed “blast from the past, of course I know Chris” Ja shuffled back over “whiskey, it is the good stuff. So how is all? Are you going to join us?” Ja is nosey as fuck “this is Jahleel Chris if you haven’t already met, don’t ever take him seriously. Chris is going to be with us, and we are all going to be nice to him” Mel smiled at me, we have a lot to discuss later “you got the good weed? Actually, you funny as shit drunk, you were drunk last night right? He was dancing all around outside” Ja doesn’t realise that his ass was drugged up “I do have good weed and I can be funny sometimes” Ja rolled his eyes “well as long as you both not having sex, my room was next door to you both. That lasted all fucking night! I said it to Mel, I goes Chris motherfucking Brown is not invited to anything, you both didn’t stop, at one point it was the walls, spiderman on that wall, chile!” I put head down, Ja is not shit for bringing that up “Jahleel was so angry, oh my god. He was happy to see Chris leave” Mel laughed out “ok! Ok! Shut the fuck up, it’s not sex, he is here because we are now having a baby together, my god” I don’t want to hear it “a condom was used once from all that then” they had to start Chris off “look, can we all go to someone else’s sex life, mine is not interesting. Ja, please don’t get kicked out of this home, thank you” glaring at him “how do you feel anyways Chris? Baby scan is so cute” Mel asked him, Chris grinned “erm, it’s still processing but I feel optimistic about it. I am in shock but happy, it’s a whole different feeling to have a baby with someone you want, it’s good. I am happy” I am glad to know he is happy, it’s a change from the sadness I been seeing in his eyes.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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I just finished reading six of crows, for the second time and despite the fact that i knew what was gonna happen, it still was a rollercoaster and my heart was broken and i cried and uuuuuuuuuuuurrrgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgqhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

so, i decided to make a post with my favorite quotes and parts. again, english is not my first language, the book is not in english, so some of the quotes will be translated by me and google translate.

Also, i decided to post this again bc it doesn’t show up in the tags anymore and it kinda took me a while to edit this because of how “amazing” tumblr works...

"We'll be kings and queens Inej. Kings and queens"

“I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl”

Those 2 are probably my favorite and idk why but they are. the one with kings and queens just feels so full of hope and i loved how kaz said those words, i just absolutely love it.

and what got me at the second one, was the “I’m going to get my girl” Despite how difficult it is for him to admit his feelings for Inej, even to himself tbh, right now, nothing else matters but “his girl”. The money might matter, but i think that is more about the fact that he got screwed over and you don’t screw over Kaz, but it’s his girl that matters the most.

“Scheming face. Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. ‘Definitely”

From the same category “Kaz and his scheming face”

“Kaz looked south toward Ketterdam’s harbors. The beginnings of an idea scratched at the back of his skull, an itch, the barest inkling. It wasn’t a plan, but it might be the start of one. He could see the shape it would take—impossible, absurd, and requiring a serious chunk of cash.

‘Scheming face,’ murmured Jesper.

‘Definitely,’ agreed Wylan.”

I love Jesper and Inej and now Wylan being familiar with Kaz scheming face, for me this is sort of like they paid enough attention to Kaz to know what some of his expressions mean and i love the part where it is described how an idea is starting to crawl inside Kaz head. I love it because it was mentioned a lot of the times how smart kaz is, and we see him talk about how he learnt all those tricks from the magicians and set up the plan for breaking into the ice court but now, it’s like we’re inside his brain and we slightly see how it works.

“Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

“I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”

“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost. Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain”

“’When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm.’

‘I'm going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me.’

‘Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what the big players do.’

‘Want me to tell you what real players do?’ Jesper said. ‘The pay someone to pay someone else to…’”

I love these scenes because they’re just sweet, casual moments between them and I’m wondering how many conversations like these did they have and how does a conversation like this sounds for an outsider dhsjldfjs

“’I’ll get us out. You know that.’

Tell me you know that. He needed her to say it. (...) He needed to know that she believed he could do this (...) He needed to know she believed in him.”

“He turned his head. They were sitting close together, their shoulders nearly touching. (...) he thought, What happens if i move closer?

‘I don’t want your prayers’ he said

‘What do you want, then?’

(...) a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, unwelcomed. You, Inej. You“

“Because I’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days”

“You okay? Inej asked and Kaz felt himself drawn toward her voice like water rolling down hill.”

“Kaz took her hand.

‘Inej, he said, his finger stroking her wrist. ‘If we don’t get out alive tonight, I want you to know that…’

Inej was waiting. She felt hope opening its wings inside of her, ready to fly if Kaz would push it with the right words (…). She lifted her hand and touched Kaz cheek. (…) Inej cupped his cheek in her palm.

‘If we don’t get out of here alive, I’ll die with no regrets, Kaz. Can you say the same thing?’

She could see it took every last bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer”

"He had felt horror and compulsion, but in spite of the chaos that had taken over them, he had also felt a desire that had remained imprinted in his soul, the hope that it would touch him again."

“’You shouldn’t make friends with crows.’

‘Why not?’

He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.

The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.

‘Why not?’ she’d repeated, eyes still closed.

He said the first thing that popped into his head. ‘They don’t have any manners.’

‘Neither do you, Kaz.’ She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”

“Kaz seized her hand, keeping it on the railing. He didn’t look at her. ‘Stay,’ he said, his voice rough stone. ‘Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.’

He took a breath. ‘I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.’

‘You want me.’ She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. ‘And how will you have me, Kaz?’

‘How will you have me?’ she repeated. ‘Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?’

Speak, she begged silently. Give me a reason to stay. For all his selfishness and cruelty, Kaz was still the boy who had saved her. She wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.”

“But he could think only about Inej. Inej had to live. She must’ve escaped the Ice Court. And if she hadn’t, Kaz had to survive to save her”

All of these are all the moments they could have confessed their feelings for each other and some of the moments Kaz thought that Inej is the reason for which the sun still rises and there’s still some good left in the world. Poor boy is trying really hard sometimes but considering the things he’s been through it’s understandable that he doesn’t know how to say how he feels and that he’s probably afraid. But I also understand Inej and why she said “and how will you have me kaz? Fully clothed with your gloves on?” she wants more than what kaz can offer her at the moment but at the same time she also doesn’t exactly blame him and understands that it’s what he can right now.

Honestly, Kaz is “an idiot sandwich”, unable of showing appreciation like a functional person, but I think, the fact that he lets Inej into her office to feed the crows, or takes off his gloves and shirt when she’s around, it shows how much trust there is between them and understanding. I know they’re not perfect, but I love them both as individual characters and how they are together.

I love the hints to shadow and bone trilogy like:

“I could read to you if i had anything to read. There’s a Heartrender at the Little Palace who can recite epic poetry for hours. Then you’d wish you had died.”

We all know this is about Tolya, who I love very much and I love how everyone seems to be annoyed by his poems and makes them wanna die just so they won’t have to hear them, but that doesn’t stop him.

Or, how Nina says that people in Ravka are starting to question the existence of the saints and that maybe they were just some powerful Grisha bc look at Sankta Alina… she was no saint and she had the same thought about the saints after finding out that Sankt Ilya was just a Grisha.

“Toffee?

Her eyes slid away guilty. ‘Kaz said to pack what we needed for the journey. ‘A girl has to eat”

My girl considers toffee as being essentials and I couldn’t agree more with her. I’ll forever be grateful for having a character like Nina.

“I can tell you’ve never picked a pocket.’

‘And i can tell you’ve never given enough thought to your haircut. Kaz frowned and ran a self-conscious hand along the side of his head ‘There’s nothing wrong with my haircut that can’t be fixed by four million kruge”

Idk what I think it’s funnier, Nina picking up on Kaz hair or him being embarrassed by it. She knew how her words would affect kaz and she went for it

“Inej heard a grunt and then a loud whump as Nina hit the bottom of the shaft like a sack of laundry. Inej winced”

“ Jesper like a limber insect, Wylan in stops and starts, wiggling like a caterpillar trying to make its way out of a cocoon.”

Yeah, ok Inej, sorry not all of us are as good as you at landings and jumping from buildings and all of that… I love that both of these are from Inej pov because this is her thing and she notices

“We'll see what's in store for us tonight, Matthias thought. It's true that tricks are not my language, but I might learn them in the end. "

Uhm… is this the moment this boy started to accept that the Dregs are not That bad and being anything other than a Fjerdan and living your life slightly differently isn’t a crime? *growth*

“’And you're right. I have no right to judge you.’

‘Don't start doing this.’

‘What?’

‘Agree with me. It's a sure way to dying.’

‘I don't like the idea of killing people, either. I don't even like chemistry.’

‘What do you like?’

‘Music. Numbers. Equations. They're not like words. They ... they don't get mixed up.’

‘If only you could talk to girls in equations.’

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, ‘Just girls?’

Jesper restrained a grin. ‘No. Not just girls.’ It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.”

Two things, Jepser, honey, Wylan will start agreeing with you and it will not lead to anything bad but actually something beautiful called love and you will spend the rest of your lives together and will be happy and in love for the rest of time.

Second thing, I love the “what a shame we could die tonight cause you and I could have so much fun together, oh boy, you’ve got no idea, the things we could do”

“Had he just killed two of his kind? Jesper had only wanted to survive. He thought of tthe banner on the wall, all those strips of red, blue and purple. He felt dizzy and confused. He knew the others were counting on him. He had to move on. But he felt that he had left a part of him in the yard, something he had not even known was important to him, something impalpable like fog. "

This made me cry so hard because, yes, Jesper has problems, it’s obvious from the first moment he’s introduced, but I don’t think he’s entirely aware of his problems and if he is, he is avoiding them and I don’t think he actually tries to understand why he enjoys the things that he does. In this scene, tho he is actually affected by what’s happening, he is visibly shaken up. He is a lot of things and I think this is the moment that he actually understands what his power means, why the other Grisha are choosing to use their powers and fight against the people that want to hurt them for their powers and that simply choosing not to use his powers, deny that he’s a Grisha, maybe is not an option anymore.

#six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #soc mine

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xpouii · 5 years

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Tentacletober Day 27

It’s late! Smut Month is still releasing on time though just a bit later in the day. No worries! This is the Sequel to Day 19 and the finale of the series started on Day 9! There might be a followup in the future if there’s interest but it’ll be after Smut Month ends. Thanks for reading!

Prompt: They Won’t Hurt You

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Remus, Deceit, Patton, Logan

Warnings/Tags: Sequel to Day 19, SFW, domestic violence, child abuse, drug use, mentioned pornography, kissing, non-explicit nudity, sympathetic Remus, unsympathetic Deceit, sympathetic unsympathetic Patton (Yes really), mentions of self harm and eating disorder

Virgil rolled over when his phone pinged, the screen lighting up his face in the dark room. He smiled as he scrolled through the three selfies Roman had sent, each face sillier than the last. His hair was mussed and he was in pajamas with Remus over his shoulder. You’re not actually sleeping right now are you?

It’s two in the morning so yeah, I was sleeping. What the hell are you two doing?

Virgil yawned as he waited for the response. His phone lit up again and Virgil grabbed it.

Buying you porn. Remus is loving it.

Virgil choked on a laugh and pulled his pillow over his face to stifle it, hurriedly typing back. WHY

Because baby Virge only turns 18 once in his life!

Wait you’re in your pajamas. Where are you?

Roman sent another selfie with his tongue out, obviously standing in front of the clerk at the adult bookstore/bottle shop called Secrets. In the background Remus was balancing an armful of magazines—and a few boxes Virgil couldn’t see very well from the angle. He turned red. Roman what are the boxes?????

Happy Birthday! A string of birthday cake emojis and sexy lips followed the message, and then Go to bed baby see you tomorrow!

Virgil started a reply then quickly shoved his phone under his pillow and squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the footsteps. His door swung open and Deceit stalked in, “It’s the middle of the fucking night!” he growled. “And all I can hear is your fucking phone going off!”

“S-sorry!” Virgil said. “Roman couldn’t sleep and-“

“What’s going on?” Patton called, moving around Deceit smoothly and standing between the two of them. “Virgil honey are you alright?”

“Fucking texting,” Deceit said. “Fucking phone woke me up.”

“Put it on silent, baby,” Patton said. Something about his expression was different. He looked afraid. “Come to bed Dee.”

Deceit tried to step around Patton but he blocked him, “Go back to bed Patton I’m going to have a talk with him.”

“Dee it’s alright,” Patton said, reaching to put his hand on Deceit’s chest. ��Come back to bed with me. I’m cold… please?”

Deceit shrugged off Patton’s hands and tried to nudged past him, “Get out of the way, Pat I’m going to-“

“Dee stop!” Patton shouted, refusing to budge from the doorway. “No more!”

Deceit paused, shocked, and then he sneered, “Suddenly you’re brave, huh? You’ve forgotten how things used to be.” He slammed Patton against the wall, hand around his throat.

Virgil scooted to the edge of the bed but Patton threw his hand out, warning him away; the teen pulled his knees to his chest as tears poured down his face. Patton didn’t struggle, but his eyes were wide; there was a primal fear there, and he was stuck, silent for a long moment as he fought the scared animal inside himself, “Dee. You’re… I won’t let you hurt him anymore. It has to stop now.”

Deceit’s sneer turned angry, and before Virgil could even shout, he punched the other man. Patton’s glasses fell to the floor, broken, but he stayed standing until the third blow that busted his lip, and he went down to his knees. Deceit spat on him, turning and storming into his study and slamming the door. Virgil rushed to Patton’s side, “Dad!”

Patton cupped his face, “Shhh baby I’m fine.”

“But-“

“You can’t comfort me, Virgil. Not after I let him do this to you for thirteen years. Now, go back to bed baby. I’m making your favorite for breakfast. Don’t oversleep.” Patton wiped his bloody lip on his pajama sleeve and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s forehead. “Go on baby.”

Virgil walked backward to the bed, eyes fixed on his father as he stood and picked up his glasses, leaving the room. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, his mind running in circles.

Patton closed the door and walked into the bathroom; he flipped on the light and stared at his own reflection. His eye was red and puffy, and blood from his lip was smeared across his chin. He gripped the sink with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing away the tears that tried to surface. He wouldn’t allow himself the luxury. Washing his face, he regarded himself dully, a tired, selfish idiot who had let his own fear and insecurities make him abusive. Deceit might have put hands on Virgil, but Patton had destroyed him.

They were old memories, but it was like riding a bike as Patton took down the first aid kit and checked his face.

You never forget.

“Pat!” Deceit called as he stepped in the door, taking off his jacket. “Are you home?”

Patton emerged from the kitchen with a smile, “Hi sweety. How was work?”

“Dinner?”

“Oh… um… I’m getting ready to go and meet the guys from the hospital… you remember? It’s the little reunion today.” Patton stayed in the kitchen doorway, his heart pounding.

“So you just decided I don’t need to eat?” Deceit asked coolly. “So you can go whore yourself out all night?”

Patton’s face reddened and he looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry. I have time I can make-“

“Shut up!” Deceit hissed, and the slap was quick, not even as hard as Patton was used to.

But it caught him off guard, and he grabbed the doorframe to steady himself, whimpering. Deceit moved in and pushed him until he was pinned against the kitchen island. “Dee please let me fix-“

The second hit wasn’t a slap, but a punch to his jaw. Patton saw stars and his feet tried to give out. Deceit had never gone so angry so quickly before, and Patton tried to duck away, terror driving him to run rather than to sit and take it like he usually did. He was quick, and adrenaline drove him up the stairs. He’d just put his hand on the top banister when Deceit’s hand grabbed his shirt. His husband yanked him backward violently, stepping out of the way and letting Patton fall.

Patton had seen broken bones before, but he’d never heard one so clearly as when he landed on the bottom step and his tibia snapped.

Patton heard it now as he closed the first aid kit and replaced it on the wall, going back to bed.

Virgil was dressed and ready for the day when he emerged from his room, tiptoeing down the stairs and hurrying to the kitchen. Patton was at the stove and he turned around, looking a bit resigned at first and then when he saw Virgil he beamed, “Happy Birthday!”

Virgil stopped short when he saw the black eye, already going dark and ugly. His father was wearing his emergency glasses that he had in case his others were ever broken, and he was holding a plate of blueberry pancakes. “Dad…”

Patton walked over and set the plate down at the table, turning around and letting out a sound of surprise when Virgil wrapped his arms around him, “Oh, Virgil. Your breakfast will get cold.”

Patton gave Virgil a pat on his back and directed him to the chair as if afraid of his affection—and he was, reminded of the manipulation and cowardice he’d been using on his son. He went to the sink and immediately started the dishes, “So, my grown man, what are your plans for today? It’s Friday so you must be going to stay with Roman or Logan? Right?”

Virgil shook himself out of his surprise, “Uh… Roman wanted to have a party I guess. Is that-“

“Oh my sweet baby, you don’t have to ask anymore,” Patton said. “Do you need money? I’ll run by the atm after I go by the optometrist today and I’ll bring it by school ok? And I promise I won’t send any of those silly balloons that always embarrass you. I know-“

The air in the kitchen changed as Deceit walked in; Virgil looked down at his breakfast, tensing up when Deceit patted his back. “Happy Birthday, son.”

Deceit then walked over to Patton, and Virgil watched as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and spun him around to kiss him, “Good morning, baby.”

Patton forced a smile that even Virgil couldn’t see through, “Look at you, all dressed up. Big meeting today, right?”

“That’s right,” Deceit said. “Plans for today?”

“I’m going to the optometrist. I must have broken my glasses last night when I got up to go to the bathroom. I slipped and hit my face on the edge of the vanity.”

“Clumsy,” Deceit said, and pulled Patton in for a deeper kiss, going so far as to bite his husband’s split lip. “You look beautiful, but wear some makeup when you go out. Not everybody appreciates a bare face.”

“Of course,” Patton said, watching Deceit sweep out of the kitchen. He went back to the dishes without comment, and Virgil felt sick.

On the way out the door, Virgil heard his father in the bathroom and stopped to watch. Patton was using a makeup blender sponge and concealer to hide the bruises on his face. He didn’t hear Virgil, or notice him standing there, and an ugly bitter feeling swelled up inside of Virgil as he thought about the way Patton knew how it felt, and still let it happen.

“When’s the last time he hit you? Before last night?” Virgil asked.

Patton jumped, and it was familiar, that hypervigilance, and Virgil was torn between sympathy and bitterness. “Virgil you’re going to be late for school.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

Patton sighed, putting down the blender and turning to face Virgil, “Before you were born. It’s been eighteen years almost to the day. When we brought you home from the hospital… on the way home he cried and he swore never again. He’d done it before but he’d never actually cried before. I thought life was going to be perfect, my perfect little life. I quit working, like he wanted, and we had you and you were so beautiful, Virgil, so perfect. Even when you cried and fussed and… god Dee loved you. You were the apple of his eye, honey, his little carbon copy. You followed him everywhere. You watched him get ready for work every morning and at breakfast you’d pretend to read the newspaper to him. You’d just babble away.” Patton laughed softly, then the smile faded. “Then, one day when you were six, you knocked his coffee into his lap. He slapped you so hard you fell off your chair.”

“I remember,” Virgil said. “A little.”

“You ran right to me and I picked you up and you wouldn’t let go of me until he left for work. You were mine after that. You wanted me to teach you to knit and when you found my clarinet in the attic you joined band and… I finally had the baby I wanted. Instead of… of trying to encourage you to go back to Deceit I just… held onto you. Anytime you got in trouble I called him, because if I disciplined you, you might go back. You might decide you liked him better again. I should have stepped in-between the two of you, disciplined you myself. If I didn’t make him so angry at you all the time… if I wasn’t such a worthless coward. I tried, Virgil. I tried to work up the courage so many times, you know. Every time I thought about it I could feel him hitting me, the broken bones and the cigarette burns and the blood. I couldn’t do it. I know you hate me and you should, Virgil. I’m worse than he is. I’m a monster.”

Virgil stared at his feet, then he took a breath, “I didn’t start self harming until the therapist talked me into it.”

Patton turned back to the mirror, “Jesus is there anything I didn’t do to you?”

Virgil shrugged, “I’m going to school now. Don’t know when I’ll be back but uh… can I have a thousand? Dollars I mean?”

“Sure. I’ll come by around noon or so. I’m sure the secretary will have to call you up and-“

“Just leave it in the office,” Virgil said. “And text me. I’ll get it between classes.”

Virgil left the doorway and Patton went back to covering his black eye, trying to finish before he started crying again.

Roman and Logan were talking at the breakfast table when Virgil finally showed, “Hey! Why were you so late, jerk!” Roman greeted.

“Happy Birthday!” Logan piped in cheerfully. He handed Virgil an overstuffed envelope. “Don’t open that yet.”

Roman bounced in his seat, pulling Virgil into a hug as soon as he sat, “Our baby’s finally a man! I can’t wait to give you your presents!”

Virgil chuckled, setting his bag down, “Ok ok, and I don’t have to go home either.”

“Until like this evening?” Roman asked.

“No,” Virgil said. “Like ever, but definitely not until we’re done partying.”

“Excellent,” Logan said. “I believe the morning drive alone will take four hours.”

Virgil blinked, “What?!”

Roman shushed him, “Worry about it after school. For now, you just have to make it through a day of classes knowing the absolute bonerfest waiting for you in my car.”

“Ok ok fine,” he said, smiling at his friends. “Logan? How are you feeling?”

Logan’s smile became warmer, more subdued, “I’m still adjusting, but I remain free of withdrawal and the doctor said if things hadn’t gotten bad by now I was in the relative clear as long as I can avoid the mental aspect of addiction which… the CBD has really helped. And my mother was so happy she bought me a car. I can’t drive it or anything, but she said since I’m not losing time anymore eventually she’ll concede to me getting my license. I’m not worried about it though. The two of you can chauffer me around until you’re off to college.”

“Right well if you weren’t going to get into the country’s finest schools maybe we could keep driving you around,” Virgil teased.

The other two were silent and Virgil frowned, “Oh god, Logan… did something happen?”

“No,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses. “I’m taking a gap year.”

“Really?” Virgil gasped. “You?”

“We can’t all leave Remus,” Logan said. “And his portal jumping can only get him so far. He can’t follow you all the way to college so he’s going to live under my bed until you two come home. Besides, what normal teenager wouldn’t agree to spending a year smoking weed in their parent’s house with a… tentacle monster.”

Roman hummed, “Well, tentacles aside, Remus learned a lot about human anatomy last night. He was amused, then horrified, and I think he has a healthy fear of us now.”

Virgil snorted and hid his face in his hands, tears stinging his eyes, “Guys. I love you.”

The other two noticed the tears and Roman moved in immediately, “Baby what is it!”

“We overwhelmed him, clearly,” Logan said. “He’ll never want to see another penis again when you get done with him.”

“Not even possible,” Roman said, but he pulled Virgil’s hands away, fixing his makeup gently. “Tell me baby.”

“My dad… fuck. It’s a mess you guys. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Start after our text messages,” Roman said. “Until the bell rings, then we’ll catch up at lunch.”

Virgil managed to tell them everything in a short, dirty version before the bell rang. Both of his friends were speechless—and Virgil could hardly blame them—but Roman did walk him to class holding his hand.

When lunch rolled around, all three of them took to Virgil’s truck, Logan in the cramped backseat and the other two up front. Virgil drove them off campus to the nearby park and opened his gift from Logan—a full baggy of pre-rolled joints, Berry White strain—and they shared it. It didn’t take long for the awkwardness of the morning to float away on the thick smoke.

“It’s fucked up, isn’t it?” Logan said from the backseat, rolling down the window and hanging his long legs out so he could fully stretch out. “Patton was beaten for… how long have they been married?”

“Good fucking question,” Virgil muttered.

“However many years, and then when Deceit decides to beat you instead, he just lets him, for almost your entire life. He just so happens to put a stop to it now.”

“Because you’re turning eighteen,” Roman said, taking a deep drag and holding it in while the other two waited. “You can leave now, legally, and never have to go home. He needs you to want to go home. It’s just like my mother on my birthday, the selfish bitch.”

“You think it’s an act?” Virgil asked, his heart dropping. “Really?”

“No,” Logan said. “But it may have been enough to finally get him to act. I think he’s just afraid that he’ll never get the chance to do penance for what he’s done to you. Personally, I wouldn’t forgive him. Tell him to fuck off.”

Virgil picked up his phone as it pinged and he chuckled, “He just left one thousand dollars for me in the school office.”

“Don’t tell him to fuck off,” Logan said, sitting up. “I’m an idiot.”

“Take the money and then tell him to fuck off,” Roman said. “Or let me do it. God please let me tell him off. I want to punch him in his other eye the piece of fucking shit.”

The truck was silent for a moment, and Logan leaned forward between them, “You’re kind of harshing the vibe, Roman.”

“I’m sorry,” Roman said, looking out the window.

Virgil scooted close and rested his head on Roman’s shoulder, “It’s ok, Ro. I understand.”

Roman turned and kissed Virgil, deep and needy, until Logan sighed, “If you two are gonna have sex will you take me back to school?”

The truck filled with their hysterical giggles, and the tension melted away leaving only warmth—and three insistent cases of the munchies—behind.

They left school together, Logan riding with Virgil all too happy to skip the bus. “This truck smells like weed,” he said with a smirk.

Virgil chuckled, “So, we’re having a party at Roman’s tonight but… what about tomorrow? What’s with the road trip?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy,” Logan said. “And now that I’m no longer popping Adderall I can actually remember to keep my mouth shut. I’ll just say you’re going to love it, and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

“Should I pack a helmet?”

“Knowing you? Always,” Logan said. “But stop trying to get me in trouble with Roman. He’s meaner than you. What do you think Remus makes of birthdays?”

“Well I know he has them. Roman had a hell of a time teaching him about cake though when he had that Home Ec homework you remember? Remus kept putting his face in it.”

Logan snorted, “Remus said Roman’s doing better with the ice cream thing.”

“That’s what I heard,” Virgil said. “I uh… think as long as he stays strong and ignores his fucking mother. The other day I was on the phone with him and she told him he was getting fat. He weighed himself and he was 108 pounds! He cried for an hour on the phone with me but I got him calmed down. What a monster.”

“Well Roman did say she’s started drinking more so maybe she’ll drink herself to death soon.”

“Dark,” Virgil said. “But I gotta keep a close eye on him until we leave for college. I think we’ve got things worked out to share a room so hopefully I can help him through rough times.”

“What about your rough times?”

Virgil shrugged, “I have the feeling those will be fewer and further between.”

“You do know that self-harming doesn’t just go away like that, don’t you? Sure Deceit might not hit you again but… you’ve got all this drama with Patton now. Even if you don’t stick around to work things out, you’ll still have some feelings about the whole thing. How could you not?”

Virgil shifted in his seat as he pulled up to the apartment complex. “Look… I know. I know it’s gonna be hard and like… I’ll probably saw my arm off before I’m done but right now I just want to pretend I’m normal.”

“Fair enough,” Logan said. “Let’s all pretend to be normal.”

“Porn time!” Roman shouted as he jumped out of his car.

“Well… the two of us anyway.”

“Ok,” Roman said when they reached the door. “I promised mom there wouldn’t be any sugar so we should do our best to leave cake everywhere in here.”

Virgil and Logan exchanged smirks and followed their friend inside. “This is the first time I’ve ever been here,” Virgil said. “It’s nicer than the old place.”

“It’s alright,” Roman said. “Can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. How many days again?”

Virgil took out his phone but Logan rattled off, “Ninety-seven… well, until move-in day on your campus. I know because I’m helping not because I’m trying to live vicariously through you.”

“Good to know,” Virgil said.

Roman put the heavy gift bag up on the kitchen table, “Ok Virgil! Time for presents!”

“I should have gotten the helmet for this,” Virgil muttered, jumping when Remus bounced into the kitchen. “Hey Remus.”

“Happy Birthday!” the monster said musically. His tentacles were wrapped around him politely, the way they stayed when he was interacting with his humans. “I’m told it’s customary to spank you!”

“No, no I don’t think that’s gonna be happening,” Virgil said. “Thanks though Remus I appreciate the effort.”

Gifts and cake and a lot of laughs later, the three of them were sitting around the table. Logan was flipping through one of Virgil’s new magazines with a look of amused bewilderment and Roman was poking at a second piece of cake. “I can’t believe we’re all adults now.”

“I don’t feel like one,” Logan muttered.

“I’m starting to,” Virgil said. “And it has nothing to do with the porn, before you ask.”

“It’s because you ate three pieces of cake,” Roman said. “You’re transcending time and space because of the sugar.”

Virgil grinned and shoved Roman, “Well I wanted to make sure and defy your mom as much as possible.”

Roman reached over and spread a dollop of icing on Virgil’s nose. “Now you’re really a sweetie.”

Virgil faked a gasp, flinging a few crumbs from his empty plate at Roman, “Don’t start a food fight you can’t start, my friend.”

“Who said I don’t plan on finishing you?” Roman said, biting his bottom lip as he picked up the entire piece of cake and jumped forward, smearing Virgil’s face with it.

The boys were laughing as they fell to the floor, a mess of icing and crumbs. Logan ignored them, trying to figure out what the hell CBT was. Once Virgil started tickling Roman, the fight was lost, and Roman cried uncle, leaving the two boys in an undeniably intimate heap on the floor, “Told you you wouldn’t finish,” Virgil gloated.

“Happy Birthday you bitch,” Roman laughed, and Virgil leaned in to lick some of the icing off of his cheek. “Stay with me, Virgil, forever?”

“Yeah, but only if Remus can live under our bed,” Virgil said.

“We really do spoil him,” Roman said, pulling Virgil down for a kiss.

When it became obvious the kiss wasn’t going to stop, and hands began to wander, Logan rolled his eyes and stepped over them, leaving the kitchen. He walked upstairs to Roman’s bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. “Didn’t take them long, did it?”

“Longer than I expected, but no,” Logan said as Remus crawled up to sit beside him. “I didn’t expect you to duck out so early.”

“I was hoping you’d follow me,” Remus said. “I’ve been wanting to try something with you.”

Logan looked over and saw Remus’ cheeks were stained with a blush of green. He raised an eyebrow, “Are you trying to… hit on me?”

“I hadn’t started yet!” Remus barked. “I was going to lock the door and then put my leg up on Roman’s desk and you were going to ask if I was trying to seduce you. At least try to follow your own customs!”

“That’s from the movie The Graduate and it is by no means my custom,” Logan said. “But… I’m interested.”

“What?”

“I’m saying yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, fuck me!” Logan blurted.

Remus crouched and moved close, his nose touching Logan’s, “Are you sure?”

“You want me to rethink things?” Logan said. “Your breath smells like Old Spice… were you eating Roman’s deodorant?”

Remus sat back on his haunches, covering his mouth, “No!

Logan laughed at the absurdity and took off his glasses, “If you want to kiss me, go brush your teeth.” He stood and started to strip.

Remus froze to the spot, staring at Logan’s body, studying every pale inch that came into view. “You’re different.”

Logan looked over his shoulder, “Than the men in Roman’s porn magazines? No kidding. Are you going to brush your teeth?”

Remus scurried off to the bathroom as Logan looked at himself in the mirror hanging on Roman’s door. He had gained a bit of weight in his face, but it looked filled out, and his eyes were no longer circled in sleepless bruises. His lips, once dry and chewed to pieces were plump, smooth and soft. He licked them, letting himself smile as he touched the red rub mark on the bridge of his nose from his glasses. He reached and turned off the room light, leaving only Roman’s preposterous white Christmas lights circling the canopy of his bed, and Logan thought he looked even better in shadow. Behind him, a pair of green glowing eyes appeared and he shivered at the touch of tentacles over his naked body. “Don’t worry,” Remus whispered, ghosting his lips over Logan’s shoulder as his tentacles writhed and caressed Logan in the dark. “They won’t hurt you.”

#tentacletober #sympathetic remus sanders #unsympathetic patton #not safe for sanders #fanfiction

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alukaforyou · 4 years

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and ALSO sry to post bs on main im mostly just talking to myself in my personal tag half the time so yolo, no need to respond to this or reassure me or whatever but these days i licherally question how much of my - sry to sound like a broken record - bs is dépression or just my shité mentality, like i rly was not designed to last, huh? physically or mentally? lol. like who gets motion sickness on swings lmao anyways. i think i give up too easily. theres a bunch of reasons y but i dont feel like saying. its a different thing to kind of kno something, and to admit / speak it (confront it). i could psychoanalyze myself all day and tell u exactly why some things are the way they are but its too unpleasant to neatly state stuff like that u kno?? like... *i kno* but im not gonna say i kno. anywho, i digress. so i give up easily and kind of have a defeatist mentality too, its so exhausting lool. actually its weird cuz duality of man, i'll be rly determined / stubborn abt doing some stuff and not care abt fear of failure with certain things but when it comes to My Life / My Future i just think i cant rly do anything? i mean that literally like i got no skillz *laugh crying emoji* not particularly good at anything, and art - the only thing im maybe arguably ok at - i dont wanna do as a career, that is art therapy for me i dont feel like commercializing it. not interested in working in my major, maybe things wouldve been different if i went to culinary or cosmetology school?? that sounds fun. or if i majored in bio cuz i was so good at that, or even if i majored in japanese language or literature or idk. but no regrets tho cuz i learned a lot abt drawing in art school which i can use for myself. and hmm i like staying home and not rly going out of my way to meet new ppl so connections what? i h8 hearing how most opportunities come through the ppl u kno cuz its true and ik like 10 ppl tops so hm very sexi of me :^) i just feel like im p much f*cked and it rly doesnt help that i have no functional dreams, goals, or aspirations nor the confidence and drive to work towards anything so ah ok cool. u kno suga's songs "the last" and "so far away" ? that p much sums up my feels minus the part abt having to deal w fame obviously LOL. its so easy being a student (for me at least) but being a good student isnt really worth a whole lot in the """""real world""""" and the current education system doesnt even rly prepare u for reality or w.e like Deep Sigh also the political climate rly lookin like shité out there like hmmmmm do i even wanna try so hard to be here anymore tho??? also going back to the self confidence thing, ya idk her LOOOOL like it doesnt very much bother me tho? i really, honest to god have no idea what my redeeming qualities even are. being nice? and my mindset re - tolerance and compassion for others, etc, ya im rly proud of that actually but besides that i mean like what can i Do tho like hm im not particularly good at anything also im hideous like uglee but thats ok too like none of this Bothers me, thats just literally how i Am so ok fine, but i feel like it makes it hard for me to exist in the world i happen to be in??? and i realize im speaking with a huge bias here cuz my brain is totally out of whack im p sure if some1 saw me / read this they would lit be like um u literally do not have it hard girl, which is fair ur kinda right actually from an objective pov, probably? its amazing how um. hard? of a time my brain is having given my relatively ok circumstances but thats just how it is ig. and if i may quote shakespeare - o full of scorpions is my mind. and its weird cuz duality of man - i actually have a lot of good times w friends and whatever i have a lot of fun, im not even very Sad or in Agony its all very a mild? sensation? but that might be because my plan b is to simply *** so nothing rly fazes me anymore lool.

its usually a v confusing emotion, im either feeling happy, or if not that, very ???? im literally that duwang quote get a feeling so complicated its just "ajdjsjsja" idk its not overly repulsive and upsetting im like :s LOL u kno wat at this point idek what im even saying anymore but its good that im writing whatever cuz im gonna need to look back on this later and organize my thoughts for presentation cuz remember i have a s.o now???? i wanna let them kno so we r on the same page, and i dont feel like im tricking them, i thought it over more and there are like 4? major cards i wanna lay out on the table early on and they are 1. im not that close w my family emotionally so do not seek their approval or expect to deal with them much. 2. personal ideology / political views like im bi lmao and pro lgbt if that wasnt obvious also i dont rly wanna be around racists / terfs etc and if ur right wing or not on that respect women juice uhhh bye.. 3. my weak ass mentality how i might Maybe *** in the future like no promise but errrr theres one more but its a little more negotiable and also too early to discuss so i wont mention it but i already got the first two outta the way so ya. theres the most troublesome of all, #3. the last thing i wanna do is traumatize someone that loves me (and i love back) with that kinda thing, its too late for my dear friends whom i love, sorry i didnt kno i was gonna be like this LOL yall already got attached but its a little different with my s.o cuz i feel like its not too late to uh.... stop getting as attached LMAO like dam i've known my girls for almost 10 years whereas i've only known my s.o for like a month.

and this is totally not gonna come across right but if my s.o very understandably desides to dump me id be SO RELIEVED LIKE WOOOO ok cool cuz like essentially what i'd be saying is you are getting attached to someone who's future is not as stable as other people, including u. *huge exhale* from the bottom of my heart, my bad lol. and then i probs wont ever get involved w. a s.o again, sorry to reference snk in 2020 but remember how e*win smith is single cuz he doesnt kno when he will ***? big mood. i have never acted out on my interests before but i was like ok for once lets go off the shits and do smth ooc, i uh... didnt expect for it to actually go anywhere tho so now im like ???? i shouldve thought it through more tho, like i felt low key irresponsible af and selfish and dumb for getting involved w. someone even tho i Know how I Am like...... Also i just lov being single and staying home and chilling alone lmao like i seriously...... never get loney....

ok so what was i talking abt? how the passage of time makes me nervous cuz idk how i can manage to keep up w it??? how i feel like i cant do jack shit???? that life is hard???? and maybe a bih just wants to rest? permanently?????? i think the most irritating part of all for me, like what i am most mad about at myself is that i have no dream. yikes. naruto, do u think thats sad? well yoongi said its okay, and what counts is just being happy, so i will console myself and forgive her and idk just try my best for the time being??

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 years

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Only For A Moment Ch. 33

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: Feels, angst.

A/N: Well... look... all I’m going to say is don’t @ me. I know. Trust me I KNOW but also... Just... I’m sorry.

And seriously, from the bottom of my cold heart, THANK YOU ALL FOR GOING ON THIS JOURNEY SO FAR WITH ME! OFAM is my first baby and I have learned a lot working through this story and I’m sure I’ll learn more as this winding road continues (I know where it’s ending but we aren’t there yet). I can’t say enough about all the amazing people who read this and tell me what they like and reblog, and just love on me in general. Y’ALL ARE THE BEST!

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Bucky’s mind has been in overload since the flashback so it’s nice to be on the bike, to lose himself in the feeling of the wind on his face and the sound of it. One thing keeps slipping into his thoughts though. Louder than the bike, sweeter than the wind sliding over his skin. The look on your face this morning.

He’d been terrified to give that key to you. Unsure what you may think of it or if you’d even want to share a space with him after… But the way your eyes filled, the way you smiled, how you cuddled into his chest like it was the only place you wanted to be. It was better than any reaction he imagined.

About an hour outside of the city he begins to feel a bit guilty. Lying to you wasn’t something he was fond of but he knew if he had explained what he was really doing you’d protest. Plus, it wasn’t entirely a lie. He did do day labor here and there and he intended to do some labor today.

He pulls off the main road onto a dirt track. The open fields to either side were both peaceful and unnerving. No cover here. If someone were to- No, he wasn’t going to go down that dark train of thought. He has a plan, he’s going to see it through.

A small outcrop of trees rise to the right and he veers down the barely visible driveway.

This was where he first hid out when he made it to Romania. Finding it felt a little like luck. No one had lived here for years but the old house was still sound. There wasn’t electricity or running water but he had done without those things in the past. Trees grew around most of the property providing plenty of cover. The best part was the solitude; there weren’t people around for miles. He needed that for the first couple of months, and would still retreat here when things in the city or in his head overwhelmed him.

Pulling the bike up to the side of the house he hops off, shifting the rucksack to his left shoulder. He avoids the trip wires and various traps as he makes his way to the back door. Setting the overstuffed bag down he unlocks the door and disables the trip wire it automatically set off, more than a little pleased he doesn’t have to replace the battery just yet.

In the old kitchen, he sets the bag on the table with a thud and begins unloading it. He pulls out some cured meats, crackers, protein bars, canned vegetables, dry pasta, and an unholy amount of coffee.

Nervously, he runs his hands through his hair. Maybe he should have brought some nicer things. Wine? Did you even like wine?

He laughs a little at himself, the sound somewhat startling in the quiet place. This wasn’t some romantic getaway. Romance… wasn’t even on the table. This was about sustenance and there was enough to keep you both comfortable for a couple of days, plus he’d bring more tomorrow.

There’s still some wood by the stove, and likely plenty in the barn out back. Bucky walks through the small one bedroom house pulling sheets off the ramshackle furniture, making sure no water got in anywhere, disarming the window trip wires to slide them open and let fresh air into the stuffy space. With the house sorted he heads out back for the real work.

The corral is a good size for what he needs and the bushes surrounding it are almost his height providing a bit of extra coverage. It is, however, sporting a miniature forest. He heads to the barn and gears up with some of the old tools and gloves.

Hours later he’s got the coral cleared of any overgrowth and debris. The area is tilled leaving the ground soft. Perfect for a sparring area. On one side he’s set up some makeshift targets with slats from the partially destroyed fence. He’d need to bring something to mark them with tomorrow.

Back in the barn, he heads into one of the two stalls slipping his finger into a knot in one of the floorboards. Half the floor lifts to reveal a large metal locker. He opens it just a crack to disarm the trip wires that would set off the bombs inside the box before opening it.

After finding this safe house getting armed was all he focused on. The small arsenal had been easy enough to come by, well, easy for someone like him. He triple checks the ammo and knives. Plenty of different kinds for you to practice with. Sighing he grabs a knife and sits back leaning against the wall of the stall. Absentmindedly he flips the blade in his right hand, skillfully spinning it and twirling it.

You were going to fight him every step of the way on this. If he was being honest with himself he’s not too thrilled about it either, the risk of hurting you is high. But he’d trained others in the past, as the soldier, and not injured them too badly. That he remembered… he remembered almost everything about being the soldier. It was almost the ultimate cruelty he thought. Leaving him with the monster, making him fight to find the man.

With a swoosh and a thud, the six-inch blade buries itself into the opposite wall. He stares at the quivering handle for a second.

“What the hell are you doing, Barnes?” He asks aloud. His left-hand drags across his face, smooth metal fingers scratching at the scruff of his beard.

Some other part of him, the part that isn’t quite Bucky but isn’t exactly the monster either, once again whispers that he shouldn’t try this, should let you go. He stares down at his metal palm curling it in. Hydra’s fist.

They took everything from you when you’d already suffered and fought enough in your short life. What right did he have to even think of touching you with hands that had shaped the century for them? Hands that helped make their destruction of your life, of your family, possible. None. He had no right.

He promises himself right then, after he knows you can defend yourself against anything, even him, he’ll go. It was the good thing to do. Not like it would even begin to wipe away the bad but… it was better than what he wanted. And what he wanted… he couldn’t have.

His eyes burn. Clearing his throat he pushes the emotion away. He plucks the knife from the wall and replaces it, rearming the locker and putting the floor hatch back. Back in the house he resets all the security trips and locks up.

The sunset is colorless to him on the ride back. His jaw so tense it hurts. The selfish boy in him doesn’t like this choice he’s made. No part of him likes that he won’t tell you this last piece of his plan. That’s ok though. It’s what’s best.

In the elevator, he thinks that maybe you just won’t be there. Just maybe you’d have come to your senses and flew the coop while he was gone. It would hurt worse than that fucking chair he knew but…

As the doors slide open he hears music spilling from the apartment. He tries to tamp down the smile on his face but can’t seem to manage it. Hating himself a little at how happy he is that you’re still here.

For a moment he stands outside the door just listening to you sing along to some song about a killer queen. It sounds ridiculous but he kind of likes it. Or maybe he just likes the joy he can hear in your voice.

He knocks loudly so he doesn’t startle you, “It’s me.” He opens the door and steps in.

Inside he’s hit not only with the level of the music but a smell that slams into his brain like a bullet. Apple pie. It literally knocks him off kilter. He leans against the wall, holding his face in his left hand, wrapping his right arm across his chest.

So many images flood his mind. His hands, but smaller, both flesh and bone, working the pie dough in the kitchen while his Ma sang some old Irish song. She was pregnant with… Mary maybe? He and Steve running to their place after a fight when they were still just kids. Ma cleaning their cuts and giving them each a slice before his Pa got back. His Ma giving him a pie wrapped in one of her good linen towels, tears in her bloodshot blue eyes… his eyes… to give to Steve’s Ma after his Pa passed. On and on and on.

He doesn’t even notice that the music has stopped. Can barely feel your gentle touch on his right forearm, the caress of your delicate fingers on the back of his metal hand. A hand that…Thank god his Ma never… He realizes he’s… crying.

“Bucky?” Your voice makes the images slow.

He swallows a sob as he moves his left hand. You’re hovering just a bit so your face is level with his own. Those gorgeous eyes, big with worry. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you try to suss out what may have happened. Tenderly you move some stray strands of hair from his face and wipe at the tears.

He takes both your hands in his own, “I’m ok, doll… sorry.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to apologize.” Your tone is so sincere so… kind, “And you don’t have to be ok.”

A smile softly curls his lips, “I know. But,” he clears his throat, his emotions settling, “I really am.” His lips graze your palm, a part of him wincing, remembering his promise, his plan. That’s not right now though. Right now you’re here and he’s home.

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According to You (part 8)

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Summary: You and Misha deal with separation and Paul comes home with a surprise.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, possibly unwanted fluff, aspects of cheating

A/N: This is the second version of this past because the last one got eaten somehow; so sorry for the delay. Feedback motivates my writing muse, so an extra thank you to everyone that leaves some. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, just shoot me an ask or DM because Tumblr doesn't always notify me of comments and reblogs.

Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family.

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After a short plane ride to Vancouver, Misha was eager to call you to let you know he had landed safely. Unfortunately fans at the airport, several business-related phone calls, and a drained battery had delayed him for a few hours.

Once he finally made it into his apartment, he plugged in his phone immediately. He chuckled at his own impatience; but he missed you and wanted to at least hear your voice. To his delighted surprise, he had a couple missed messages from you when his phone powered back on.

His eyes widened and his cock twitched when he saw the picture you had sent him. You were standing in front of your full length mirror with a short, satiny robe on with a coy smile on your face. The accompanying message of three simple words conveyed a bigger meaning than one might have assumed.

"Miss you already." Misha read the words out loud; a bittersweet smile etched over his face. He wished he could have brought you with him. Selfish or not, he wanted you to be completely his.

He debated calling you, but it was late enough that he worried about waking you. Initially he thought to send you a quick goodnight, comment on your photo, or simply let you know he had made it to Vancouver safely; but nothing he typed himself seemed to convey what he wanted to. His lip upturned into a soft smirk as he determined exactly what to type.

You had drifted to sleep shortly after texting Misha; assuming he had gotten caught up in his traveling and whatever else he needed to face when he got to Vancouver. The simple chime on your phone roused you from your sleep; as it was a sound you had been waiting anxiously to hear.

Staring down at the message, you immediately missed him more than you had before. Even though they were not his words, the meaning was just as heartfelt. "Some are effortless; but while their beauty seems an accident, yours has always seemed like a promise." Goodnight, Y/N You immediately recognized the poem as you had taken more interest into the poets that Misha had suggested to you.

Gregson. Nice touch. 😉 Hope your day wasn't too hectic. Misha hadn't expected a response from you, but wasn't going to complain. He thought about simply calling you, but quickly decided he needed to see your face.

You jumped and almost dropped you phone when it began to ring; answering it before you fully comprehended that it was a video call.

"I can't see you." Misha whined at the blank screen of his phone.

The dim light from your bedside lamp was bright enough to make you squint into the camera. "Is that better?"

Mishas smile dropped slightly at the realization that he had indeed woken you up. "Oh, sweetie I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to wake you. I can call you tomorrow if you want to go back to sleep."

"No, I miss you. I'm glad you called." If your words weren't reassuring enough; your warm, genuine smile would have been.

You and Misha proceeded to chat until you both found it difficult to keep your eyes open. It took some convincing, but Misha finally talked you into hanging up so you both could get some sleep.

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Misha had upheld his promise to call you everyday; usually more than once. Some of the calls were forced to be short and sweet due to his busy filming schedule; but he'd make up for it when he could. The longer, more intimate often times included breathy moans of each other's names while chasing your individual releases.

It was as perfect as a long distance relationship could get. You missed each other in ways you hadn't ever experienced before and counted down the days and hours until you could be together again.

Sitting at your dining room table with your hot cup of coffee, you let yourself daydream about Misha coming home early to surprise you. As impossible as it was, the warm feeling that enveloped you provided a modicum of comfort.

The loud bang on the door shook you from your fantasy. As you approached, you briefly wondered if your fantasy had come true and wanted nothing more than to see Misha shading on your stoop.

Pulling the door open, you tried your best to fake excitement to see Paul standing there with a large smile on his face. "Hey babe, miss me?"

"Yeah!" You said in confusion and forced enthusiasm. "I thought you weren't going to be back for another few days."

"Oh, I missed you so much!" He pulled you into a tight hug that felt like he really did miss you while he was gone. It was hard to not melt into him as he pressed his lips to yours in a way that he hadn't in a long time.

He pulled away slightly, leaving you breathless and dizzy. "I've got a surprise for you."

A chill ran up your spine at his words. Surprises from Paul always made you nervous. If it was something you didn't enjoy and didn't seem excited enough about it, he would get upset with you. But sometimes his surprises were genuinely thoughtful and pleasant; you internally pleaded that it was the latter.

"How quickly can you pack a bag for yourself?" Paul asked excitedly. "You don't need much, just enough for a weekend where we probably won't leave the hotel room anyways."

You knew better than to question where you were going as Paul enjoyed surprising you. "I'll throw some stuff together as fast as I can."

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Just a few hours later, you found yourself in a fancy suite overlooking the Vegas strip. The hesitation had started to fade away and you let yourself feel giddy and excited. You had no idea what made Paul spring something like this on you, but at the moment you didn't care.

Once the initial excitement drained away, guilt weaseled its way through. You were now even father away from Misha and wished you were spending this long weekend with him instead of Paul. That wish only served to intensify that guilt when Paul wrapped his arms around you, kissed your temple, and told you how much he loved you.

"So what is all of this for?" You asked gesturing to the luxurious setting around you.

"Can't I do something nice for my special girl?" His sincere tone and bright smile brought back a familiar warmth that he used to make you feel. Standing before you appeared to be the Paul that you fell in love with; the man that rescued you from your lowest point.

You threw your arms around his neck and smiled. "Of course you can."

After he fell asleep the first night, you ducked out on to the balcony and cringed at the sight of a few missed calls and text messages from Misha. He had clearly started to become worried about your lack of responses over the last several hours.

He answered the phone quickly; trying, but failing, to hide the concern in his voice. "Hey Y/N, you didn't get kidnapped or anything today did you?"

"I'm so sorry, Mish." Hearing his voice again made your heart flutter and the guilt return over making him worry. "I kind of was kidnapped. I'm in Vegas… with Paul."

"Oh…" Misha didn't even bother hiding the disappointment in his voice. "Is everything ok? Is he being good to you?"

"Yeah." You sighed. "Everything is fine. He's actually in an extra good mood." Not wanting to talk about Paul, you paused before changing the subject. "I'm sorry I worried you. I miss you."

"I miss you too." The smile you could hear in his voice out you at ease. "They're calling me back to set, so I gotta go. We can talk longer tomorrow."

You were disappointed that the call had to be so short; but happy you got to talk to him at all. You both dragged your goodbyes out for as long as possible until Misha was practically being dragged out of his trailer and forced to let you go.

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The weekend progressed and Paul continued being as sweet and charming as he used to be. He made love to you gently while whispering sweet words and was acting like the perfect boyfriend; too perfect in fact.

It all made sense on the evening before you had to fly back to Bellingham. He had taken you to one of the nicer restaurants and encouraged you to indulge yourself in whatever you wanted; including a glass of expensive champagne.

Paul had almost given away his plans when he couldn't contain his wide, excited smile as the waiter brought your champagne to your table. Your questioning words got caught in your throat when you saw diamond ring sitting at the bottom of the fluted glass.

"Is that…?" You tried to ask, choking on your own breath.

He stood up and came around to your side of the table; getting down on one knee beside you. "Babe, I know I'm not perfect; but I love you and I've know for years that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my wife?"

You stared dumbfounded at him for what felt like an eternity. Looking around the room, all eyes seemed to be focused on you; anxiously awaiting your response. Your mind raced through your options and neither held a perfect outcome. On one hand, you could say no like your gut told you to and then face his wrath later for embarrassing him in public. On the other, you could say yes and keep him happy; while further shackling yourself to him.

Taking a deep breath, you knew exactly what you had to do. You forced the widest smile you could and didn't even have to fake the tears streaming down your face as you answered. "Yes! Of course I will!"

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