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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Feelings

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet + SMut

Requested:

Hey fiction witch, if u can see this I have a request, in the show Beth leaves New York and goes back to her house and when Beth and Benny r on the phone Benny gets upset and tells Beth to not call him, after that happens can u plz make y/n find out that Beth hurt Benny and y/n being her sweet and empathetic self, goes to comfort Benny in his house and yk wtv happens next 🤭 if u can make that story asap that would be amazing thank u 🙏

I shifted my hips from side to side humming along with the tune coming from my record player speaker, My hands in the hot water washing up the dishes and pots from dinner. I jumped as I heard my phone begin its blaring. So I left the last pot to soak trying off my hands on my apron as I scampered my shoes across the floor of my little townhouse I quickly turned down the volume on my record player as I passed the shelf, I lost my footing a little on the rug's stupid curled corner and went tumbling onto my sofa on my back, luckily just beside my phone table so I picked up the red rotary phone from the table bringing it to my ear.

"Y/l/n Residence." I smiled

"Hi y/n" Beth smiled

"Ohh, My my to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Harmon?"

"Oh you know, nothing unusual. How's queens?"

"Boring. But finally unpacked my last few boxes so shaping up nicely. How's kentuky?"

"Much the same" she smiled "So, I had a question."

"ahh there is the point of your call, of course, ask away"

"You've been to Moscow correct?"

"Yes, I have. I assume there is a follow-up question."

"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of packing. I know everyone says Moscow is cold but... exactly how cold?"

"When they say cold they mean cold beth. It's freezing in Moscow. The snow came up to my knees. I was so cold I ripped stuffing out of the hotel pillow to shove in my bra because I was convinced my nipples would freeze off. and that's coming from a New York girl" I laughed "Pack for ice. Pack for snow. Pack for seeing your breath inside buildings."

"Really?"

"If you're too hot you can always take layers off," I explained

"Fair enough,"

"That all?"

"I had something else to ask too"

"Sure, fire away."

"Did you... Like to fuck Benny?"

"That's a bold question for six pm"

"But did you, when you two were... together?"

I laughed "My darling Elizabeth. Me and Benny never have been... together. Not officially anyway."

"But when you did. Did you like to?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"You can say every time you've had sex you liked it? sometimes stuff's just shit"

"But other than those times"

"I did. Course I did. Benny... is a complicated man"

"How so?"

"Because he's Benny" I laugh "He's weird, he thinks fifteen steps ahead at any one moment, he's passionate and dedicated with an ego big enough to fly himself to Moscow and back, but he's also... you know a man. so he's blunt and simple, and can't see a hint five inches in front of his face." I explained, "Why?"

"I think. it might be over."

"Over? Did it ever begin?"

"I mean... kinda. sort of. It's complicated."

"Beth. What happened?"

"So you know how Benny's been bugging me to come to New York"

"Yes. Because he misses you. That's his way of saying that."

"Yeah he even told me"

"He told you he missed you?"

"Yes"

"And you did what?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing!"

"Yeah I mean we called a little more but not much else. and I kinda... pissed him off"

"What did you do?"

"I gave the church the money back. I tried to ask him for money. if he wants to come he can help me pay for it right? he flipped out and told me not to call him again. That was... two days ago and he won't answer the phone. Guess I'm just kinda..."

"You're serious?" I sighed

"Yeah."

"Okay... I have not got time to deal with you" I sighed sitting up normally "All I'm gonna say is you've fucked up Beth. And I am going to clean this up, not because I want to help you. But because I care too much about Benny. I will call you later and we will have a chat" I told her before hanging up the phone

"Fuck..." I sighed "Harmon, you do make my life difficult" I grabbed the phone again and dialled the number for the Brooklyn basement listening to it ring but no answer, I tried again but still no answer, I gave it one more try but still no answer.

I gave up setting the phone back on the receiver and I got to my feet untieing my apron throwing it on the kitchen table grabbing my handbag making sure to grab my spare key. changing my shoes and slipping on my gloves before rushing out locking up my front door as I scampered down the steps of the stoop I unlocked the door on my little red mini threw my bag on the passenger seat quickly started the car up and scampered through the New York streets using all the little cut thoughts I knew to travel the six miles from my townhouse in queens to the basement in Brooklyn. I pulled my mini up behind the little blue Beatle parked and grabbed my bag climbing out of the car and heading down the little foul-smelling stairwells until I finally reached the metal door giving it a firm few taps. No answer came. but I could hear noises from within. I knocked much louder but still no answer came.

I rolled my eyes grabbed the spare key from my handbag forced it into the lock and opened the door shutting it behind me immediately I could tell things weren't good.

This apartment was dark, gloomy and damp as usual, bottles littered his table enough you could use them as pieces in a chess game, and things haphazardly moved around the apartment. And Benny amongst it all. Barefoot. Black jeans tight to his body, his belt gone, his black turtleneck on with his sleeves rolled up, frustration across his face, a beer in hand that he finished and there across his apartment smashing it on the wall.

“Benny?”

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced up at me “Hey y/n.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine” he snapped grabbing a cigarette from his table setting it in his mouth and lighting it up with his old Zippo

“Benny.” I glared

“I'm fine.” He snapped

“Beth called me.”

“Did she now? You come down to tell me I'm an asshole”

“I don't make judgements till I hear both sides” I answered “So, tell me what happened.”

“So it fucking -”

“Calmly.”

“It's over. I'm done with her. I have put up with so much shit from her. She treats me like a doormat, and only calls me when she needs something. Well she can go fuck herself” he says pacing around his apartment

“Okay, what exactly happened?”

“She gave the money back. Asked me to pay for us. She ignored everything I told her. All because she didn't want to sign some worthless bit of paper. Now I can't go to Moscow with her. Fine, she clearly didn't want me with her anyway.”

“Alright, and you told her?”

“I told her not to call me again. She wants to do this on her own fine. She can. She won't hear a word from me, but she can fuck off if she wants anything.”

“You've been ignoring calls?”

“I didn't exactly feel like talking right now”

“Alright, go get changed and I'll make you some tea”

“I don't -”

“Benny. Don't make me bonk you with a spoon”

“Fine I will get changed” he sighed going to his room “and make coffee.”

“No tea. Coffee will keep you up and you do not need more energy right now” I explained going and making some nice tea one for me and one for Benny taking and sitting them both on the small table in the centre of the living space, as well as a glass of water I took a small dustpan and brush from the cabinet and cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle as well as any other little mess that littered the apartment. I went to the small record player beside the chair and for a moment flipped through his small collection grabbing a nice album of some gentle swing music adding it to the player letting it spin and turning it down to almost nothing, and I took a seat on the pile of pillows he used as a sofa. Soon enough he returned with a fresh set of clothes, some new jeans, a black T-shirt and his green button-down

“There you feel a little better now?”

“It is nice to have some fresh clothes on” he grunted back

“Come on” I offered patting the pillow beside me

“I'm not in the mood y/n”

“Benny. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes but came and sat beside me still as angry and frustrated as before leaning his head against the exposed bricks

“Good, now when did you last drink something?”

“I'm not thirsty”

“Did I ask that?”

“No”

“When did you last drink something? You're only going to give yourself a headache” I told him, offering him the water but he turned away “Hydrate. Or I will hit you with a spoon”

He took the glass and had a sizable sip

“Thank you, now come here and talk it out”

“Y/n I know you mean well but I’m-”

“I will get the spoon in a minute.” I warn “Come” I demanded patting my thigh

He rolled his eyes but leant over so I wrapped my arms around him letting him lay his head in my lap “I don't see how this is going to help”

“You need to acknowledge and work through your feelings”

“I don't have feelings. I'm a man.”

“Ohh no you don't have feelings. That's why you've been spending your days in a dark basement drinking like a fish and frustrated smoking. No feelings at all” I smiled gently petting his soft fluffy hair

“I don't need to work through my feelings.”

“Yes, you do. Otherwise, you're just going to be angry forever. And god knows I can't deal with that” I laughed

“Fine” he sighed

“Take a moment just to clear the brain” I smiled playing with his hair in all the usual spots he liked me too

“My brain doesn’t clear.”

“Then hyperfocus. On the ticking of the clock, the nice gentle music, clear the mind of all other things and just exist for a moment”

We sat for a few moments just enjoying the quiet of his basement, the gentle hum of the music and the rhythm of our breaths

“Okay” He nods sounding far calmer than before

“That help?”

“A little”

“Okay do a Big breath in.”

“Why do I-”

“Benny” I warned so he did as I asked “Big breath in. And back out. Another one in… and another out. Okay? Feel a little better?” I smiled walking him through it a few times

“A bit”

“Are you calmer?”

“Somewhat”

“So, tell me what happened”

“You going to tell me when I’m wrong?”

“No. I'm not going to say anything you just explain and I will listen.”

“I try asking her for months to come up to New York, actually spend some time together, no she's busy she needs to do this, she needs to do that, she ghosts me for six months, okay I try asking to go to Paris with her support her with the tournament, no she's going on her own, she can't afford to take me too, so fine she goes on her own only when she's fucked herself up so bad she looses her tournament and has headlines everywhere she was drunk as a sailor then! I got a call. I try to be supportive and offer to pick her up from the airport. No, she wants to be alone. I try to talk her through everything and offer her a safe space, so we can be together and work stuff out, no she wants to be alone. She wants to drink. Fine, I try! I try and say she can drink so long as she came here no she wants to go and get drunk. She goes home to Kentucky and ghosts me again. She calls me finally because she wants my advice and again I try to get her to come here, I try and be nice hell I told her I fucking missed her nope she wants to stay on her own meaning she wants to fucking drink. And again I'm ghosted. She completely ignores what I tell her to do. She gives the church their money and calls me up like I'm the problem! Like I haven't spent the last year waiting for your phone calls like some abandoned puppy! Says she's paying her own way to Moscow and can't afford to take me with her, if I wanna come I need to pay, when she knows full well I don't have two thousand dollars laying around to jet off to Moscow. Accused me of gambling it all away. So fuck it. Fuck her. She wants to go and her drunk and fuck her life up that's her decision she's not taking me down with her. I'm not staying as her fucking doormat fuck to treat her how she wants. If she'd rather get drunk than be with me fine I hope she and her bottle are happy”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Benny, feelings are not shit. use your words. Not just your swears.”

“Like… why should I bother you know? Like I'm trying so so much and you're giving absolutely nothing back. And that makes me feel like I'm the asshole for wanting anything”

“You're not an asshole for wanting acknowledgement Benny. You've done a lot for Beth and it's not easy for you to be emotionally numerable”

“Exactly! It's like you bare your fucking soul to someone and their response is okay cool. What else? Like I don't know what more you want from me. Am I being a dick? Asking for too much or something?”

“I don't think so, I do think you also need to respect Beth is also not an emotional person. The two of you aren't going to have a great emotional conversation because neither of you are good emotional communicators and that's fine some people aren't, but it would seem you are putting a lot of effort in, now Beth may not see it as a lot of effort in her mind and may not be seeing how much effort that Is for you and not appreciate it as much or it could be that she just expects more. and if you can't give her that then you can't there's nothing wrong with that Benny”

“Do you think I'm an emotionally distant person?”

“You can be. You're… very practical Benny. You're emotional to the extent of practically, when emotions aren't useful you don't bother to express them. But I do think you not in the wrong here you've made a lot of moves to be more outwardly expressive and it was clear you were upset long before this” I explained “I think, and of course, you don't need to take my advice. But I think you and Beth need time apart I think you both need to not see one another, not speak to one another, for a couple of weeks I think you both need to separately decide the kind of relationship you want together. If you want to have the kind of relationship where you call every other day and talk or if you want a relationship where you talk every six months how much emotional investment you each have needs to be equal and it clearly isn't so I think spend time apart to think and when she gets back from Moscow you two need to talk and see where you go from here.”

“... Your right.” He sighed sitting up “Where did you learn all this stuff anyway?” He asks having some tea

“Therapy. You know that thing I keep telling you to go to”

“I don't need therapy”

“Everyone needs therapy, Benny.”

“I don’t”

“Yes, you do.” I told him “You have a lot of untapped emotional issues rattling around in that big head of yours” I told him having some tea “And I’m boarder line convinced you have… some type of-”

“No I don’t” he snapped

“Benny you hyperfocus on chess, don’t understand your own emotions, freak out when someone tries to touch your skin, and use your rings like fidget toys… and you don’t think there might be a possibility you could have some form of -”

“No.”

“Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you” I giggled “You should go to therapy though Benny.”

“Ohh what because I have ‘emotional trauma’?”

“Yes. you do.” I told him “Even if it's just having someone to talk to, to rant about your problems”

“That's why I have you”

“I'm not your therapist Benny”

“Sorry”

“It's fine” I smiled pressing a kiss to the top of his head “You really liked her didn't you?”

“I did. I kinda thought we were the same. Maybe we're too much alike”

“Do you think maybe… you're seeing the bad things in Beth that you see in yourself?”

“Kinda. I think it's … made me realize how bad it is to be on that side of it. To be the one waiting by the phone on the promise of a call that never comes. I think I'm .. trying though. I can see how bad it is and in trying to fix it but just feels like bailing a bucket out a lake”

“Well, baby steps. Just the fact you see it and are making steps is still better. You're never going to bail the lake if you don't start with a bucket”

“I guess so. It makes me wonder… how she sees me. I know officially we didn't label anything but, I kinda think she just saw me as a chessboard that could make her cum”

“What did you want her to be?”

“....I don't know. Guess I wanted someone to call. Someone to spend time with. Someone who wants to talk to me. Listens to me. Makes me feel like what I say makes a difference. Like I Matter to them. Someone who gets excited about spending time with me, who wants to be with me not because we might play chess or we might have sex but just because we like being together”

“You ever tell her that?”

“No.”

“Then … you can't expect her to give you that Benny. She's not a mind reader. She doesn't know that's what you want same as you don't know what she wants. You two are both people not great at emotions be the best course is to straight forward sit her down and say that's what you want and if that's not what she wants you can either try to find a middle ground or that can be it”

“Your right. But I don't want to see her. Or talk to her. I don't completely want to think about her but there's no getting out of that” he explained lighting another cigarette “But I'm done. Unless she's willing to try I don't want anything more than to be her friend”

“If that's what you want. That's what you want” I smiled taking the cigarette from him putting it out in the table’s ashtray “You’re not smoking because you want it you smoking because your frustrated.” I laughed

“Your therapist tell you that too?”

“No. I just know you, Benny. Besides you’ve been doing really good. Don’t destroy all your progress just because you’re mad” I told him

“You rather I drink?”

“I’d rather you have healthy coping mechanisms but you know… baby steps.” I smiled “You feel a bit better? Got all that off your chest?”

“Yeah. Thanks y/n.”

“Your welcome” I smirked having some tea “It's kinda funny”

“What is?”

“That's exactly what I wanted. Back when we …”

“Really?” He asks

“Yeah. I'd have killed for you to want to spend time with me without it seeming like I was dragging you away from something you wanted to do more”

“.... Fuck. I was a dick.”

“You kinda were.” I laughed “But we wanted different things that's okay”

“I feel like shit. Maybe things would be different if I figured out this is what I wanted”

“Maybe” I shrug “But you didn’t want that then that’s fine you can change your mind as life changes, that wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted then”

“You’re a very emotional person. I think I struggled with that”

“I can be… overly emotional. In working on it. Trying not to overthink everything so much.” I said “How do you think it felt for me sitting here miles deep in overthinking as to why you weren’t talking to me, that you were mad, that I did something wrong, all the while you just sat there playing chess completely unaware I was even upset being quiet because… you like to sit quietly.”

“I saw you were upset… when it was too late. By the time I picked up on it you crying so far down an emotional rabbit hole even if I did know How to deal with it, it was kinda too late”

“And yes that is on you for not noticing my emotions but also on me for not being clearer with them, literally could have fixed all my overthinking with, Benny are you mad at me? But no I wanted to sit there pouting getting more and more anxious waiting for you to figure out that I was worried.”

“I always felt like a dick for asking you what was wrong,”

“Because I wanted you to pick up on it. I didn’t want to tell you I just wanted you to pick up and fix it. And that's on me. That was my issue and I’m getting better. Can’t expect people to know everything. But you're getting better too, learning when people are upset being more outwardly emotional if you need a little coaxing.”

“Or threatening”

“Everyone is different Benny. The sooner you realize that the easier life is. Everyone you speak to, and everyone you see is completely different we all think differently, behave differently, and have different responses to things, and no one can read minds. We all need to give each other a little more slack because we don't know what's going on in their head and they'll never know what's happening in ours. Some people can read emotions across your face like a book, some people need to be told or they'll never learn. I was an emotionally overthinking young woman craving emotional intimacy without having to ask for it. While being in a non-official relationship with a man who can't read emotions, has a hard time expressing his feelings and craves reassurance. On top of the very basic one, what's to fuck one wants to love problem. You surprised it went south?”

“I crave reassurance?”

“Benny. You're a chess player who dresses like a goth pirate.”

“Point taken”

“It's fine people grow and change neither of us are the people we were then”

“That's true” he nods “Can I get the number for your therapist?”

“Why?”

“He sounds good. The fact you rattled all that off is pretty impressive”

“Find your own therapist. Don't want conflicts of interest”

For a moment he was puzzled “You talk about me in therapy?”

“Yeah”

“God was I that much of a cunt?”

“No. You’re my friend. Our lives are very intertwined is all” I laughed leaning on his shoulder

“that’s fair” he laughed “... Do you think I ask for too much? With Beth?”

“I think… you ask for more than she's comfortable with. Let's face it Benny your fighting against an addiction. You might have an ego and you might love chess but you're not physically addicted to it”

“I just feel like in trying so hard, pushing myself so far beyond what I'd normally be comfortable with the least she can do is try”

“if that's how you feel. Then I think she should respond to that”

“I'm not a dick?”

“I don't think so” I smiled

“Thanks y/n. I'm really thankful you came over”

“Well I can't just leave you someone has to try and get you through these gross… feelings you're not used to”

“Can you stay?”

“What?”

“Can you stay? I don't think I wanna be on my own tonight”

“Of course Benny”

We stayed up a little long chatting about things but soon it came time for bed he put up the air bed for himself and I took his bed even if I argued but he let me have it.

I changed borrowing one of his shirts for the night getting cosy in the warm bed.

The lights out the only sound the occasional sound of the New York cars above the basement.

I was about to drift off when I perked up hearing the creek of the door and soon enough the covers moved and Benny crawled in with me

“Hi”

“Did you want your own bed back?”

“No, I just… I don't wanna be alone right now” he says slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his body my hips to his my back to his chest squeezing me almost like I was his teddy bear

“Okay Benny, you don't need to worry I'll be right here,” I reassured letting him squeeze me tightly to his body, he held me tight pressing his lips to my shoulder

“Can I get my anger out?” He asked

“Alright” I nodded

He moved and pushed me down on my back “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I nodded

He nodded and leant down to nibble and kiss my neck, before he pulled down his boxers and tugged off my panties, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted, often bitting his lips and gritting his teeth letting out his frustration and anger though the movement of his hips. He began to slow so I smiled and held his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips slowly “Reveling in your anger is not going to make you feel better” I smiled stroking his stomach as I moved

“I know. I just wanted to get the anger out” he sighed moving his hips with me

“Wouldn’t this be nicer?”

“It is much nicer.” he smiled “Nice and calming” He cooed sitting up a little and wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest for an intense kiss I smiled into the kiss as I moved my hips faster trying to match his own speed getting more and more intense the longer it went on I knew I was close starting to nibble on his neck as I began to slow getting close to my edge he noticed and smirked making sure to work as hard as he could letting out the last of his frustration until I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me and riding it out before he collapsed against the bed and I basically fell off onto the other side

“Feel better now Benny?”

“Yeah” he nods between gasps “That is way better than therapy”

“They're not mutually exclusive Benny.”

“I still think this is better”

“You can’t just ignore your feelings and deal with your frustrations through sex” I told him

He smirked and turned over to spoon me “Did it work?”

“...yes but?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

“Then I'm gonna do it” he shrugs

“Alright Benny, if that’s how you wanna deal with your feelings” I laughed “Come on, let's get some sleep”

“Alright, Night”

“Night” I smiled giving him a little kiss before we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep.

I yawned as I woke up I gently pushed Benny’s arms off me climbed out the bed and headed across the apartment, I went to the kitchen and began to make coffee humming to myself a little.

“Morning,” Benny spoke up from the bedroom door

“Morning, How are you feeling today?”

“Better. Much better” he smiled coming and wrapping his arms around me giving my neck some kisses “You always make me feel better”

“I do?”

“You do. I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For being a dick, when we…” he began “I realize it and I’m sorry”

“That's very sweet. Apology accepted. I’m sorry for how I was too”

“Apology accepted” he smiled

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the shit from Beth”

“It’s fine. I know how to deal with it”

“Oh?”

“She can find another doormat. She wants to drink and wants to go on her own she can. I don’t want that. We can be friends if she wants but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like I want anything more”

“Okay. I’m proud of you, for expressing your feelings” I smiled

“Did you wanna stay for a while? Spend some time together?”

“Is that also part of you dealing with this?” I giggled turning to face him

“Kinda. But Now I know what you wanted. And I want that too. Maybe now we're a little older we’ll be better, more communicative, better with our feelings. So? Did you wanna try again?”

“On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Go to therapy, Benny.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“How much therapy?”

“How about one session, one date.”

“Three dates one session”

“Two.” “Deal” he smiled pulling me into a sweet kiss “Will you help me find one?”

“Yes, I will.” I giggled “Come on we’ll have coffee and a cuddle”

“Sounds perfect”

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Entanglement Chapter Ten

**Queen Sorsha's POV

Breaking the news to Kit didn't go quite as planned. I thought she would be less angry almost understanding of the situation but then again she is Kit and she does not go along with things. Making my way down the corridor I set out to find Jade. I knew there was another reason as to why Kit didn't want to get married Y/n and being in love with Jade was the biggest. I knew that Jade would be training around this time so I went to the training yard. Once I got there I spotted Jade and Boorman training. I walked to the far right side making sure to avoid any potential hits from there swords. I proceeded to call out her name to get her attention.

"Jade, may I have a word", I said as she turned to look at me. She sheathed her sword and walked up to me.

"Hello, Queen Sorsha", she said with a smile.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to talk", I said.

"Yes, of course."

We started walking away from the training yard and I knew that I had to find out how serious their "relationship" was and what she thought of Kit's betrothal.

"So, Jade I wanted to know what do you think of Kit's engagement to Y/n"?

"Oh, well I think that it was a good idea to betrothed them to each other", she said

"Now why is that"?

"I know that this is mutually beneficial for both Kingdoms regarding trade routes and the number of soldiers combined between the two, she said.

"Yes, and that is why nothing can stand in between this marriage. You understand don't you Jade", I said. She looked at me with a sense of knowing what I was inferring.

"I would never do anything to jeopardize this."

"I know and I am grateful for that. So grateful I want to grant you what you have been trying to achieve all this time", I said.

"You mean-"

"Yes, I plan to make you a Knight of Tir Asleen", I said.

"Thank you Queen Sorsha", Jade exclaimed.

"But you know in order to become a knight it takes a year perhaps longer."

"Oh, I didn't consider that", she deflated.

"I hope that won't be an issue I know how much you want this", I said.

"Yes I do but what about Kit", Jade asked.

"What about Kit", I questioned.

"You wanted me to protect her and who will while I am gone."

"We have a number of guards to protect and train her. Besides once you come back you will be assigned to protect Kit again", hopefully after that year is up Kit will have taken a liking to Y/n and will no longer have feelings for Jade.

"If that's the case, I accept your offer", she said.

"Excellent."

"When would I have to leave"?

"In two weeks", I said.

"That means I will miss Kit's wedding."

"No, you won't we had to move up the wedding due to certain circumstances presenting itself. You will depart the day after the wedding."

"Its been moved up and so soon", she said with sadness in her voice.

"Yes it has and I think it would be best to tell Kit after the wedding. Just so that she won't be upset and cause a scene", I said.

"I understand", Jade said with a hushed tone.

"Great. Well, I will let you get back to your training and remember Kit cannot know until after her wedding", I said in a warning tone.

"Yes, Queen Sorsha."

I turned to walk away and head back to the castle and Jade returned to the training yard. I know now that Y/n and Kit's union will go off without a hitch and nothing will interfere with it.

**Jade's POV

Returning back to the training yard I spotted Boorman and made my way over to him.

"Hey, what did Queen Sorsha want", he asked.

"She wanted to make me knight", I said quietly.

"What, that's great kid congrats", he exclaimed.

"Yeah, thanks", I said with my head hung low while fiddling with my fingers.

"Why don't you look happy about it"?

"I am to leave in two weeks."

"What, why?", he said.

"She didn't come out and directly say it but I think she wants to get me away from Kit", I said.

"Why would she want to do that? Oh, let me guess she found out the two of you have the hots for each other", he raised his eyebrows.

"Pretty much."

"Doesn't that mean you will miss her wedding", he questioned.

"No, they moved the wedding up due to circumstances presenting themselves. I would leave the day after the wedding", I told him.

"Do you know why it is being pushed up"?

"No, I didn't care to ask and I can't tell Kit till after the wedding that I am leaving for a year."

"Shit, that's not going to go over well when she does find out. So are you going to tell her or is the Queen going to", he asked.

"I honestly don't know", I said rubbing my temples.

"I'm sorry kid."

Just then Boorman and I see Kit coming up to us and she does not look happy from what I can see. I tell Boorman not to say anything about the conversation I had with Queen Sorsha.

**Kit's POV

I entered the training yard looking for Jade I spotted her and Boorman in deep conversation. From the look she has on her face I can see that she is frustrated but the question is by what.

"Hey Kit what are you-"

"Jade I need to talk to you in private", I said ignoring Boorman's hello.

"Uh sure", she said and turned to Boorman. Getting the hint he took off in another direction. I took her hand and led her to a more secluded area so no one would hear us.

"I need to tell you something and you are not going to like it", I said.

"What is it", she asked.

"My mother moved up the wedding between Y/n and I. It is happening in two weeks."

"Why so soon? You said you were getting married in three months", she said.

"Apparently King Larikson of Jalisa got the idea in his head that our impending union was a chance for us to take over his Kingdom", I scoffed.

"Oh."

"Oh, that's all you have to say is Oh", I asked with astonishment. I just told her that I am to be married in two weeks and she just says oh.

"What do you want me to say, Kit? You were always going to be married it is just sooner rather than later but it is still happening", Jade said.

"I know but I thought you would be angry or disheartened not hopeless", I said.

"I have to come to terms with what is going to eventually happen and so do you."

"How can you say that? I will only ever love you and you are just giving up", I exclaimed.

"No, I am not giving up. I just know that you will be getting married there is no doubt about that. I will always love you never forget that", she said taking my face into her hands.

"And I will always love you and nobody will ever change that", I said as I leaned to kiss her and our lips met. I savored it not knowing when I would get to kiss her again. Little did I know it might have been the last.

#kit tanthalos x reader #hazel callahan x reader

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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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For @lamialamia who suggested webgott for the aging-related prompt: Their first “get off my lawn” moment.

Did you want more gardener!Lieb? Because this is how you get more gardener!Lieb.

When Joe turns onto their street in his cab, he spots David at once. It has nothing to do with any romantic notions of being able to pick him out anywhere, and everything to do with the fact that he is kind of hard to miss, standing in the yard and gesticulating wildly.

Joe pulls onto the narrow patch of crumbling asphalt next to their house and gets out, assailed by the sound of David shouting the moment he gets the door open.

“Hey!” he calls, hurrying into the yard. He lowers his voice as he approaches, glancing around at the windows of nearby houses. “What’s the matter with you? We’re on thin ice around here as it is.”

This is because David had played a Bob Dylan record at the loudest possible volume every night for a month and Mrs. Whitely across the street had assumed that he was a teenager with parents who never laid down the law, rather than a forty-five-year-old man whose boyfriend mostly worked evenings.

Not that Joe is keeping a tally of which of them annoys the neighbours more.

“Those damn kids rode their bikes through the yard,” David says, pointing at a gaggle of pre-teens just disappearing around the end of the street.

“Little shits,” Joe mutters. He hadn’t had a bike to ride through anyone’s yard as a kid, but even if he had, he’s sure he wouldn’t have. Probably. The kids these days have no manners – that’s the real problem.

“Joe,” David says, turning to look at him in dismay. “Your irises.”

Joe blinks at him, and then turns around to look. Sure enough, there are bike treads directly through his patch of carefully tended irises, now churned up and flattened. It sends a flare of annoyance through him, though it’s much less visceral in its intensity than it once might have been.

“Shit.” It might be too late to replant them, though he will probably be able to save some of these ones. He mulls it for a moment before glancing over at David, who is watching him like he’s worried Joe might be more upset than he’s letting on.

“Is that why you were yelling at those kids like they lit the house on fire?” he asks.

“Yes,” David says. “You spent so much time on those. I watched you put them all in the ground.”

Ah. It’s a little sweet, if Joe were the type to go in for that sort of thing. David's agitation makes his own lower-key reaction more noticeable, and he wonders if they're rubbing off on each other at last, or if maybe he's finally calming the fuck down in his old age.

“They’re just flowers, Web,” he says, reaching out and giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“They’re your flowers,” David replies. His eyes, serious and unerring, are nearly as violet in the dying daylight as the irises that Joe had planted for him.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says. “I can plant new ones. It’ll give me something to do the next time we have a fight.”

“We don’t fight that much anymore,” David protests, though he lets Joe tow him toward the house, somewhat mollified.

“That is definitely relative,” Joe replies.

#webgott #band of brothers #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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insomniacwriter17 · 1 year

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What if big Billy gets mad with Steve but not really mad, just a being fool and over sensitive to something? Could be little something like little Billy getting mad because Stevie laughed at him and was a meanie? I just love seeing how he can react in different ways

“hey, when you’re at the store today, can you grab more strawberry jelly?” billy asked steve. the blonde was sitting at the kitchen island, scraping the last of the aforementioned jelly out of the glass jar.

“how could i forget?” steve had teased. “how could i ever expect you to eat your toast if i don’t buy you more strawberry jelly?”

so billy went to work, and steve went to the store.

but steve managed to forget strawberry jelly.

and he didn’t realize he forgot until the next morning when billy was rummaging through the fridge, asking, “steve? where’d you put the jelly?”

“oh shit, bills,” steve turned from where he was pouring his cup of coffee. “i don’t think i actually picked any up. i’m so sorry. i can go back and get some today.”

billy’s head popped above the refrigerator door, eyebrow raised. “seriously? mr. ‘how could i forget?’”

steve groaned. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t write it down on the list because we had literally just talked about it, and i must’ve forgotten.”

“okay.” was the only answer billy gave steve as he pulled the grape jelly out of the fridge. he knew it was ridiculous to get this upset over literally nothing, but for some reason this had just rubbed billy the wrong way. maybe he just hadn’t slept well the night before and was a little cranky, but the kitchen had gone tense and quiet as billy made toast with grape jelly (the horror!) and scarfed it down, heading for the door.

“i said was sorry, billy,” steve called after him when he realized the other was getting ready to leave for work. “come on, dude.”

“love you, see you tonight!” billy called sharply over his shoulder. he may be irritated at steve, but he wasn’t going to withhold the sentiment. it wasn’t that serious.

the front door slammed and steve winced at the sound. “fuck,” he grumbled. damn those million concussions.

billy didn’t know why the jelly thing made him so mad, but he couldn’t recover. all day he fumed over the fact that steve had forgotten about it.

and steve felt awful about it too. he ran to the store almost as soon as billy left, and he even bought two jars of jelly so he could have an emergency jar on hand.

by the time billy got home from work that night, the blonde couldn't decide whether he wanted to apologize to steve or continue to be mad.

he knew it was stupid to be mad, especially when he walked by the kitchen hallway and could see not one, but two jars of strawberry jelly on the counter.

but he took himself upstairs, managing to avoid steve, and hopped into the shower like normal.

what wasn't normal was that the moment billy opened the bathroom door after his shower, steve was standing there. “billy?”

“jesus christ, steve!” billy yelped, grabbing at his chest in surprise. “what the hell?!”

steve’s arms were crossed over his chest, looking less than pleased. “you’re not going to avoid me. that’s not how this works.”

billy rolled his eyes. “in case you missed the memo, i was in the shower. that’s hardly ignoring you.”

“well, good,” steve answered in a tone that let billy know that steve knew he’d been lying. “i said i was sorry, bills.”

billy sighed, shouldering his way past his boyfriend to drop his dirty clothes in his room.

“you did.” billy replied easily, turning to look at steve. “its ok. i’ll get over it.”

steve frowned. “i dont want you just get over it. if you’re mad, let’s talk about it.”

“nope.” billy turned on his heel and shrugged. “there’s nothing to talk about. you forgot the jelly. you apologized. you bought more jelly. it’s all good.”

“you sure?” steve asked skeptically. it sure didn’t sound all good.

“positive.” billy made himself smile at his boyfriend, reaching out to pat steve on the shoulder as he walked by his boyfriend on the way out of the room.

so steve didn’t argue with him; instead he just followed billy’s lead. the blonde was quiet — moreso than normal, at least — and he was a bit more distant. but by the time they got ready for bed, billy seemed to be almost back to normal.

so as they snuggled up beneath steve’s duvet, billy’s arms wrapped around steve lightly, steve sighed quietly. “i really am sorry, billy,” he murmured.

“i know,” billy yawned. “and i really am okay. i just had to be pissy about it for a minute.” he nuzzled his cheek against steve’s shoulder, already dozing off.

“good. you’re scary when you’re quiet.”

“i’m scary all the time, harrington.” billy huffed. steve had to turn his face into his pillow to muffle the sound of his laughter. “don’t laugh at me, asshole.”

obediently, steve remained quiet for a moment before he added, “love you.”

“love you, too” billy’s voice was soft with sleep, and steve felt himself melting.

“more than strawberry jelly?”

“don’t push it.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #insomniacwriter17 #fanfiction #blurb

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grendelsmilf · 1 year

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I find it interesting you note Amphibia to push the envelope more than the TOH since I've seen others consider the latter to push more into serious topics and tones than the former. I've seen some people point to Luz's depressed state in the 1st S3 special as to how 3A Anne should have been written, but I feel like people ignore whether what works for one character would really fit for a very different character, even withstanding the series differences.

i mean, luz is someone who loved her life in the demon realm and hated her home, whereas anne loves her home and certainly did not go to amphibia by choice, so there was a part of her that was clearly just happy to be back with her family, even if she knew that she had to return. but it's not like anne wasn't shown to be stressed and upset, we see that she spends as much time as physically possible trying to build a portal back to amphibia. i enjoyed luz's depression though, i don't mean to undermine that.

and yeah, i can obviously see why people say the owl house explores more serious topics, i just happen to disagree? i don't really know how to explain it, but i feel like the owl house sort of... lacks nuance? it's a show that's really good for kids and i'm glad it exists and have nothing against it, but it's not a show that particularly concerns itself with moral ambiguity (i can only assume the horror show that dana terrace initially wanted to create would have been more complex in that regard). like, amity is a mean girl, but she's pretty harmless and almost immediately shown to be sympathetic. hunter gets compared to zuko a lot, but we never actually see him do anything particularly bad, and he's sympathetic and redeemable and morally pure for most of his screentime. eda is an outlaw but we never actually see her commit serious crimes, she's literally the most ethical and morally upstanding character in the show. even lilith really only made one mistake her whole life and spent the rest of it trying to make up for it. i think there's potential for the collector to be interesting as a completely amoral entity, as opposed to belos who is pure evil in every possible way, but i'll guess we’ll see.

but what i love about amphibia is that anne, sasha, and marcy are all deeply, realistically flawed. after watching the first episode i literally turned around to my brother and said to him, "oh i love anne already. i love that she's mean." what makes anne such a better character than luz (in my humble opinion) is that anne consistently makes bad choices due to her many, many flaws. while luz goes around making friends through helping people out of the goodness of her heart, anne has to be forced kicking and screaming into doing any kind of work for the betterment of anyone else. anne is a friendly and caring person with a big heart, but she's also selfish, lazy, entitled, petty, impulsive, careless, irresponsible and ungrateful. so when we see her grow over the course of the show into someone who doesn't hesitate to help others, it feels significant because we've seen every step of her journey of personal growth. sasha and marcy, while given less screentime, are also characters whose flaws are established and challenged over the course of the show. but i think the fact that anne isn't a perfect person by any means is what makes the show work so well. luz being depressed for half an episode is quite literally the most interesting thing she's ever done, meanwhile anne was out here fucking up left and right, nearly getting her adopted family killed every other episode because she wanted to adopt a cat or eat a pizza.

i'm not saying the owl house is bad because its characters aren't morally grey, but personally, i have absolutely no investment in it or its characters, whereas i still find myself thinking at least once a day "oh god it's crazy how good sashanne is" even though the show ended like a year ago. amphibia also has multiple instances of cannibalism, suicide, and an entire episode parodying midsommar even though there's absolutely no way any of the children watching that episode got the reference (i had to explain it to my brother). i wouldn't call either show dark or nuanced, but amphibia definitely feels darker and more nuanced than the owl house. to me, at least.

#ask #anon #frogshowposting #like anne boonchuy is a girl of all time and none of those owl bitches even come close except for maybe eda #and even then its like. well you may have eda but you will never have toxic homoerotic teenage girl best friends #the closest they get is the willow amity friendship which is honestly one of the best aspects of the show #but even then its clear that amity was wrong and willow wasnt #whereas w sashannarcy its like. theyre all flawed and need to be held accountable for that #so it's just. well it's better.

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idk why he says nothings wrong when i ask him, when clearly something is wrong. ik how he is & when somethings up but he still denied it. i understand if he doesnt wanna get into it rn or he just wants to let it go but like in this case, i pretty much know exactly what its about that could be bothering him & the only way to put him at ease is to talk about it….again! this one specific thing triggered his mood last night & i didnt even think it would. i noticed a red scratch mark on my chest and sent him a pic saying how i think his cat made the scratch. his reply was soo serious, like i could actually feel him doubting me thru the phone. i knew he was questioning if it was really the cat bc he said how he was close to my chest the other day and didnt see anything so that is odd that theres a scratch. !! i immediately knew where his mind went & that thought didnt even occur to me when i sent that pic..like if i knew that would cause him to think of this crazy scenario then i wouldnt have sent that snap in the first place tbh bc right after that, his tone & the way he texted just shifted. hes not the best at masking his feelings like me so i can tell when the energy feels different. i also posted some pics from the hangout on my ig story & he saw it later that night. i have a feeling that added to his misery and all of today it was so prevalent, even if he denies it. idc if he says nothings wrong bc its not convincing and its not just in my head. he went from msging me all cutesy & happy to immediately being more neutral & uninterested. we always send a snap to say good morning (unless we get busy but we still send a snap with whatever we’re doing). he didnt open the app, as well as reply to my snap, until 7:15pm.. around 4 was when i asked him whats wrong (bc i already knew he was ignoring me). his response was that nothing really is wrong and how he went straight to work and his boss switched his assignment. usually id let that go but not when its already past 7 and hes firsttt opening snapchat to answer me ? and i see that hes been on instagram. also.. hes always talking to me when hes either at work already, still at home, or driving to work. the only time he goes mia like that is when something is definitely upsetting him. also!.. when that happens, he will text me after a couple hrs to let me know how hes feeling & why he was silent. he didnt always do that but i told him to bc its not fair to me by feeling like ive done something or just the feeling of purposely being ignored by my own boyfriend. but yeah.. he didnt do any of that this time BC its this whole situation again. i really dont know what more i could do to reassure him about it. i feel like ive done and am doing all that i can rn. its mostly up to him now to let himself figure it out and honestly, just trust me. like just saying.. im not gonna be making that mistake that you (both) did and be stupid with it.. and neither will snow. theyre not a “friend” its actually becoming really genuine and sweet and i wont let it get ruined bc of him doubting me. i also wont let the friendship ruin me and him. i really cant help but compare it to what he did with his friend, especially since i just found out like a month ago. i also have this suspicion that it happened earlier that yr (when we were still together) than what he told me, but i dont even wanna think about that for any longer. i was told by her Husband! that it happened when they were still in school together. that means a year before. idk if i believe that. she mightve lied, but my suspicion’s still there. like i asked him if he remembered what month and he couldnt. all he knew was that it was during our break..-.- the what.…like 1 1/2 month long break. you dont remember which month..? i sound so salty rn omg i dont mean to. im just trying to understand. ill see how he is with me tm bc we barely talked today. kind of glad i worked most of the day so i was able to keep busy and not hyper focus on him ignoring me.

#mypost #journal #continued in the comments

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Carla Route ー Chapter 4

*Beep beep beep beep*

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ーー !

( I’m wide awake...I guess it makes sense since I have to give it my all today. )

( It’s the final day of the Parade at last, and on top of that...There’s a chance that Carla-san’s petrification will enter its final phase. )

*Rustle*

Carla: ーー You are awake?

Yui: Kyah!?

*Thud*

Carla: Why do you seem so surprised? We went to bed together, remember?

Yui: I-I know but...Well...You’re really close so...

Carla: Heh...I was enjoying the sight of your expressions as you slept.

Yui: Eh!?

Carla: You had a wide grin on your face the whole time. Did you have a nice dream, perhaps?

Yui: I was grinning, you say...? Please don’t observe my face like that...!

( How embarrassing...! )

Carla: Couldn’t you say that it’s your own fault for not waking up before me?

When we share a bed like this, you are naturally in my field of sight, whether I want to look or not.

Therefore, asking me not to observe you is fundamentally unreasonable.

Yui: In...In that case, next time we’ll sleep separaーー

Carla: I will not allow that.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...But...If we don’tーー

*Thud*

Carla: I will never grow tired of watching you sleep. So go ahead and show me

Yui: G-Gosh...!!

*Rustle*

Carla: Oh? Leaving so soon?

Yui: We have to get the gemstone back as soon as possible so we can have Aji make the antidote for us.

Carla: Do not panic. It is still early.

Yui: That’s easy to say but...

I can’t just sit back and relax now. Let’s make haste.

Carla: Haah...I suppose I have no other choice. I will get up then...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Carla-san is really taking his time...He’s acting as if there is nothing to be worried about at all...

( I wonder if this is how a King is supposed to behave...? Personally, it only makes me even more worried... )

Carla: ーー Let us go.

Yui: Yes!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Glimmer Main Street

Yui: Huh? Carla-san...You’re going the wrong way. The Underground isn’tーー

Carla: All you need to do is shut up and follow me.

Yui: ...Eeh? ...But...

Carla: ...

ー Carla keeps on walking ahead

Yui: ( He’s going in the complete opposite direction though...? What is he thinking? )

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: ーー Wait, why did we come here?

Carla: It could only mean one thing, no?

ー He walks off

Yui: Wait, please! Carla-san...Don’t tell me you want to hang out here?

Carla: Exactly.

Yui: ...Can we not do that after you’ve taken the antidote?

Carla: No. It has to be now.

Yui: ...!?

( I wonder what he has in mind...? )

( I fail to see how this is related to the antidote in any way... )

Carla: Anyway, just follow me.

( T-That’s what he’s saying but...What should I do? )

Selection

→ Obey (☾)

Yui: ( However, I’m sure that he has something in mind. )

( I promised that I would have faith in him, and I’m sure that things will turn out fine. ...In which caseーー )

Okay.

Carla: Perfect.

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ーー All you need to do is do as I say.

Yui: Yes...

→ Say that you should go retrieve the gemstone

Yui: Carla-san, I just think that right now is not the time to play. We must hurry and get that stone back.

Carla: ...You will argue with me?

Yui: B-But...

Carla: All you need to do is do as I say. Come here!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Seems like I upset him... )

ー The scene shifts to the Tea Cups ride

Carla: ーー ... What are these?

Yui: ...U-Um...Well, you’re supposed to board one of the cups and...

You can use the steering wheel in the middle to increase or decrease the rotation speed...

You do have to steer in a way so you don’t bump into any of the other cups...

Carla: I see. I suppose the sensation of dizziness and speed are what attracts people to this ride.

Yui: Exactly.

ー Carla approaches the ride

Yui: Wait...Carla-san?

Carla: I’m going to ride it.

Yui: Eeh!?

Carla: You should join me as well.

Yui: H-Hold up one second. Are you serious?

Carla: ...Why are you doubting my words?

Yui: W-Well, you know...

( How should I put it...? I just can’t picture Carla-san riding this kind of attraction... )

( If anything, I feel like he’d refuse to get on... )

*Creaaak*

Carla: ーー Oi, hurry up. I believe it will start moving soon.

Yui: O...Okay!

( ...I feel like we shouldn’t be wasting our time on this but...I suppose I have no other choice but to try and enjoy it for now. )

Instructions: The player moves the coffee cup by spinning around. Bumping into any of the other cups will make you lose poins, so try to avoid them. If you bump into one of the bombs, it will not affect your score, but your sight will be obstructed.

You can play this game on easy, normal and hard mode.

Yui: ーー Phew...I somehow managed to avoid the other cups.

Carla: Yes. Your steering was rather impressive.

Yui: Thank you very much!

( I can’t help but feel happy when Carla-san praises me, even when it’s for something trivial. )

ー They get off the ride

Carla: Heh...

Yui: Is something the matter?

Carla: I just figured this helped you ease up a little.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: You may have not noticed it yourself, but you’ve looked tense ever since you woke up this morning.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...I’ve been trying to be mindful of it but it must have happened subconsciously...

Carla: It does not matter. Anyway, I assume you were able to relax a bit now. Let us get going.

ー He walks away

Yui: Ah! Wait, please!!

( I’m honestly such a failure...Carla-san constantly needs to look out for me. )

( It’s so difficult for me to keep my calm when I know there’s not much time... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Underground

Carla: ーー Is this where we will supposedly find those twins, correct?

Yui: Yes. That’s what Aji-san told us.

Carla: Let us proceed then. A set of twin Vampires, furthermore, it should not be difficult to find a pair of little girls.

Yui: You do have a point. Let’s go.

*TIMESKIP*

Carla: Right here, huh?

Yui: What will you do?

Carla: Let us take the most straightforward route. It will only impact us negatively if we try to threaten them and they make a run for it.

Yui: In that case, please leave it to me...

*Knock knock*

Yui: ーー Excuse me? Is anyone home?

*Knock knock*

Yui: ...Seems like they’re not here.

Carla: ...No, that is not true. While they might be able to trick you, such tactics do not work on me.

They are inside, however, they are pretending to be out.

Yui: ...!

*Knock knock knock*

Yui: I’m begging you! If you’re there, please open the door! We need to ask something very important!

*Knock knock knock*

Yui: ーー Please!

...I guess it’s no use...

Carla: ーー I suppose I have no other choice then.

*Woosh*

Yui: C-Carla-san!?

Carla: While I would like to avoid having to use brute forceーー

Yui: That’s out of the question! There’s children inside, remember!?

Carla: While they may still be children, it cannot be denied that they stole the stone which is why they are refusing to come out, no?

In which case, they are nothing but thieves. I shall not show any mercy.

*Woosh*

*Knock knock knock*

Yui: P-Please! Open the door! If notーー

*Creaaak*

Twin Vampire child A: ...!

Twin Vampire child B: P-Please...don’t destroy our home...

Carla: ...Now fess up, you two. You stole a gemstone from Aji’s store, did you not?

Twin Vampire child B: Eek...!

Twin Vampire child A: I-I’m scared...

Carla: Tears will not save you.

Yui: ...

( The children are petrified...! )

Carla-san, please calm down! Leave it to meーー

Twin Vampire child B: Uweeeeeh! We’re so sorry!!

Twin Vampire child A: Sorryーーーー!!

Carla: ...!

Yui: P-Please don’t cry, okay? Could you please tell me the whole story?

Twin Vampire child B: Y-You won’t get mad...or destroy our house?

Carla: Wellーー

Yui: Carla-san!

Carla: Che...

Yui: Don’t worry. We won’t get mad or destroy your home.

I’m sure you had a reason to take the gemstone, right? It’d be great if you could tell us that first.

Twin Vampire child B: Uu...Hey, what should we do?

Twin Vampire child A: We have no other choice but to tell them the truth...

Yui: Please?

Twin Vampire child B: Mmh. Come with us, please.

Yui: Eh? Where are we going?

Twin Vampire child A: It’d be much quicker to just show you...

ー The girls start walking away

Yui: ( I wonder where they’re headed? )

Carla: ーー Good grief. This is exactly why I have a hard time dealing with children.

ー The scene shifts to a large gate in the Underground

Yui: ...Where are we...? Also, this large gate...

Twin Vampire child A: This door connects to the basement of the Castle. There is no way to open it, so people rarely ever come here.

Twin Vampire child B: That’s why...We decided that right here...

*Rustle*

Carla: ...Something is there.

Twin Vampire child A: Yeah...That’s Gadsby.

*Woof woof*

Yui: A dog!?

Twin Vampire child A: Gadsby!

*Woof woof*

Twin Vampire child B: Gadsby is our dog.

Yui: ...I see. What a cute doggie.

Twin Vampire child A: Right? He’s been with us ever since we were born.

Yui: I see. So why did we need to come meet this guy for you to talk about the jewel?

Carla: ーー That dog was bitten by the Medusa snake.

Yui: Eh!?

Twin Vampire child A: ...Exactly. We ran into that snake while out on a walk with Gadsby in the forest...It attacked and nearly bit me but...

He jumped to my rescue...

Yui: I see. And that’s how he started to turn into stone...

But why won’t you just tell that to Aji-san?

I’m sure that if you did, she’d make an antidote for you straight away.

Twin Vampire child A: ーー I mean, I’m sure she’d just brush us off because it’s just about a dog.

Carla: What do you mean?

Twin Vampire child B: Our parents both said that we should just give up on him since he’s just a dog.

Even if we use this precious jewel to stop the petrification now, he won’t live forever.

Yui: No way...

Carla: Then why did you not use your own powers to turn this Gadsby guy into an immortal creature?

You always knew that he would die one day, correct?

Twin Vampire child A: ...Hmー

Twin Vampire child B: We honestly never even considered that. Of course, we knew that he wouldn’t live forever since dogs aren’t originally from the Demon World but...

I feel like if we turned him into an immortal, he’d no longer be the same Gadsby we know and love.

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Somehow this reminds me...of our case... )

Twin Vampire child A: Of course, we dread the day we will have to say goodbye to him?

But we still think it doesn’t make sense we shouldn’t try our hardest to cure his condition!

Twin Vampire child B: Exactly...But both mama and papa...No, it’s the adults in general who just don’t get us.

ー The dog whines

Twin Vampire child A: Please! Share some of the antidote made from this jewel with our dog!

Twin Vampire child B: We’re begging you!

Twin Vampire child A: I heard that you’re a special breed amongst Demons known as ‘Almighty Founders’, correct...?

Carla: ...

Yui: ...

( What now? ...I’d love to be able to share some of the medicine with these girls but...If I recall Aji-san’s words correctlyーー )

ー A flashback ensues

*Flip*

Reine de Aji: This is a list of everything I still need. Don’t worry, you should be able to find most of it in this town.

Carla: That is quite the extensive list.

Reine de Aji: I guess so. Even with all of this, I’ll only be able to make a small dose of the antidote...

Just enough for one person.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( ーー That’s what she said... )

...

Carla: ーー I understand. That should be fine.

Twin Vampire child A: Eh!? R-Really!?

Twin Vampire child B: That’s great news, huh, Gadsby!

*Woof woof*

Yui: But, Carla-sanーー

Carla: It is fine.

Yui: ...

Carla: Trust me.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( It’s not that I don’t trust him. Carla-san is an amazing individual after all. But...I’m still worried regardless... )

Carla: Oi, children. First hand over the jewel. We cannot make the medicine without it. We need Aji to prepare it first after all.

Twin Vampire child A: Sure!

*Rustle*

Carla: Okay. Let us get going then.

Twin Vampire child A: Yup!

Twin Vampire child B: Okay!

ー They walk away

Yui: Haah...

( I wonder what will happen now? While I’m glad that we’ll be able to prevent Gadsby from turning into stone, still... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Aji de Reine’s store

*Thud*

Carla: We are back.

Reine de Aji: ...! I’ve been waiting for you! Where is the jewel?

Carla: ...

Reine de Aji: This is it! Wait, so you girls took it after all?

Twin Vampire child A: We’re sorry...

Twin Vampire child B: Sorry...

Reine de Aji: You will get your lecture later. First I need to use this to make the antidote. Wait here and behave, okay?

ー Aji goes to the back of the store

Yui: Haah...

Carla: ...Okay. That leavesーー Oi, Yui.

Yui: Yes?

Carla: Follow me.

Yui: ...?

ー Carla walks away

Yui: ( Folow him...? But where is he going then? )

ー They head towards the Mouth of Zartan

Yui: ...Carla-san, what are you going to do here?

Carla: Just watch.

...

Yui: ( ...? ...He’s mumbling something? )

*Woosh*

Carla: ...!!

Yui: ...!

Carla: ...

*Woosh*

Yui: Carla-san...Umーー

Carla: Quiet. I am almost done.

Yui: ...

*Smack*

Carla: Okayーー Perfect.

Yui: ...?

Carla: I punished the snake who bit me.

Yui: The snake inside the mouth, you mean...?

Carla: Go ahead, take a look.

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!? T-The snake is coming this waーー

Carla: He shall now live the rest of his life as my servant. That is the curse I bestowed upon him.

Yui: ...!?

Carla: ーー Now then, come here and join me.

ー The snake slithers his way

Carla: Good grief, you are not making it easy on me.

Although, if I had known you were in there, none of this would have ever happened.

That being said, it no longer matters. I shall ensure you get to directly atone for your crimes.

Yui: ...What do you mean?

Carla: ーー That jewel...It is something which was formed inside the body of the snake by collection various gemstones.

Yui: ...I see! So there’s one inside this snake as well?

Carla: Well, I doubt it will be as large in size as the other one, but it should be just enough.

It will require some extra time and effort, but I will extract the jewel from its body.

First I need to capture itーー

*Rustle*

Yui: Are you sure you can touch it with your bare hands?

Carla: I doubt it with fight back while my spell is active...

*Hiss*

Carla: ーー Excuse me!? What is going on...!?

Yui: Kyaah!?

( I’m gonna get bitten!! )

*Thud*

*Stab*

Carla: ーー Ugh!!

*Thud*

Yui: Carla-san...!!

( No way...! He got bitten again... )

Are you alright!?

Carla: Che...It seems like the poison weakened the effects of my spell...I did not think it would still have the energy left to relatiate...

Are you unharmed?

Yui: Yes, because you protected me...

Carla: I see...

Yui: I’m more worried about you...

...!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Uu...

Carla: Why cry? I have already been bitten by the snake once, so one extra time will not make any difference.

Yui: Is that so? Wouldn’t it...speed up the process or something?

Carla: If it did, I would have long turned to stone by now, no?

So wipe those tears...

Yui: ( Carla-san...He’s so kind. Even though...We’re in a state of emergency right now... )

Carla: Okay. Let’s capture this snake and head to Aji’s store.

Yui: ...Yes...!

ー The scene shifts back to Reine de Aji’s store

Carla: ーー We are back.

Twin Vampire child B: Welcome back!!

Carla: What about the medicine?

Twin Vampire child A: Yeah. Look, it’s done.

Reine de Aji: ーー They told me that the two of you are willing to let them have the antidote?

Carla: Yes. That was my intention.

Reine de Aji: Good grief. I guess you Founders must be really noble. What will you do about your own petrification then?

Carla: ーー It does not matter if it is only a small amount, but could you possibly make an antidote using this?

*Rustle*

Reine de Aji: Oh dear, a Medusa snake...I see, I suppose you really put some thought into this.

However, with just one of them, we won’t be able to get rid of all the poison inside your body.

Will you stand with your decision?

Carla: I do not mind. Even if half of my body turns to stone, as long as I can keep living.

Reine de Aji: Fine. I guess I’ll get right to it then.

Yui: ーー U-Um...Can I ask just one question?

Will that snake...be killed?

Reine de Aji: Why would that be a concern?

Yui: Well...

Carla: ...If you know a way to extract the snake without taking its life, then please do so.

Yui: Carla-san...!

Reine de Aji: Hmー I don’t mind doing that, but it’s a lot more work compared to simply killing it, so it’ll take extra time?

It’s possible that you will have already turned to stone by the time I’m done, you know? So are you sure?

Carla: Yes.

Reine de Aji: Fine. Hang on then.

ー Aji disappears to the back again

Carla: Well then, children. Go and give this medicine to your dog.

*Rustle*

Twin Vampire child B: ...Thank you...Truly!

Twin Vampire child A: Founders really are amazing!

Carla: I do not need to hear your nonsense. Get going already.

Twin Vampire child B: Yeah! A-Also...This...

*Rustle*

Carla: What’s this? A candy...?

Twin Vampire child A: It’s our way of thanking you. See you!

ー The two girls run off

Carla: ...What is this?

Yui: Just like they said, I think it’s a way for them to return the favor.

Carla: Heh. Good grief...This is why I have a hard time dealing with children.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Even though he says that, I feel as if he has a soft spot for kids. )

ーー Carla-san, I’m sure you’ll be a great dad in the futuーー

Carla: ...Ugh...!

Yui: Carla-san!!

Carla: Damnit...The petrification...is proceeding...

Yui: ( ...Most of his body has turned to stone by now...! )

Carla-san! Hang in there...!

Carla: I am...fine...

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ...

Yui: ( ...Please! Hurry up...Hurry...Quick! )

*TIMESKIP*

Reine de Aji: ーー Sorry for the wait.

Yui: ...! Aji-san...Carla-san has!

Reine de Aji: Darn, this is bad. We have to quickly give him the medicine.

This is the only bit I’ve got, so be careful.

*Rustle*

Yui: Carla-san...Carla-san...!!

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ...

Reine de Aji: He has lost consciousness. Seems like he won’t be able to drink it himself.

Yui: ーー In that case, I will feed it to him mouth to mouth...

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Please work...God, I’m begging you...! )

( Please save...Carla-san! )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Ah! The petrification...it’s reversing... )

Reine de Aji: Thank god. Seems like we made it just on time.

Yui: Yes...!

*Rustle*

Carla: ...Uu...Yui...?

Yui: Yes...! Carla-san...How do you feel?

Carla: I will be okay now...I got lucky...as it appears that the stone has disappeared from my entire body...

Reine de Aji: That’s great. I guess the small amount was just enough because you’re a Founder.

It wouldn’t usually go this well.

Carla: Aji, allow me to thank you.

Reine de Aji: Don’t sweat it. I mean, it’s only normal to help those in need, right?

ーー By the way, I will make sure to release that snake back inside the depths of the forest.

Carla: I see...I’m counting on you.

Reine de Aji: Roger!

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Well then...Now it is...your turn.

Yui: Eh? Me?

Carla: ...

Yui: Did something happen? ...Oh, right...

I’m sorry, I’ve been so worried about you, it completely slipped my mind.

Carla: Haah, you truly are hopeless...You are too good for this world, you know that?

Yui: ...Yes...

( So many times have happened since we came here, I completely forgot about my heart. )

Carla: ーー Oi, Walter...You can hear me, correct?

Count Walter: ーー Fufu, I suppose you noticed after all.

Yui: ( Count Walter’s voice is echoing from the sky...! )

Carla: I sure did. This whole time.

Yui: W-What do you mean?

Count Walter: I have been watching your every move the whole time.

Yui: ( I didn’t notice at all... )

Carla: ーー So, what is your verdict? Are you willing to give her heart back now?

Count Walter: Let me think...

Carla: ...Enough with the bullshit...!

Yui: Carla-san!?

*THUD*

ー They leave the store

Carla: I shall not allow for you to disapprove of her. After all, even I acknowledge that she is in the right.

This woman is the most rightful person I know. She is more honest and pure than anyone else in this whole world.

She is more than worthy to possess this unique heart. Don’t you dare disagree with me!

Yui: ( Honestly...This might be my first time witnessing Carla-san shout like this... )

Count Walter: ーー Good grief. Seems like I will have to admit defeat.

Yui: Eh...?

*Ba-dump*

Yui: ( ...!? )

( My chest...! )

*Thud*

Carla: ーー Oi! Get a grip!

*Rustle*

Carla: Oi!

Yui: ...I’m alright...

*Rustle*

Count Walter: ーー I returned it.

Carla: Oi, is he telling the truth?

Yui: ...Yes...

Carla: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ーー Thank god.

Yui ( Carla-san... )

Count Walter: Well then, I shall take my leave now. Please go and enjoy the Parade’s finale.

Carla: Never show yourself in front of us again!

Count Walter: ーー Fufu, so long...

*Woosh*

Yui: Haah...

Carla: I suppose this settles everything.

Yui: Yes!

( I was worried at first but... )

( All in all, it has been a great Parade which allowed me to discover various new sides of Carla-san. )

( I also came to new insights and I will make sure to keep those lessons in mind as I head into the future... )

( ーー Together with Carla-san... )

Carla: Well thenーー

Yui: Let’s have a blast for the remainder of the Parade!

Carla: Agreed.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 3

→ PROCEED TO NORMAL ENDING

→ PROCEED TO FINALE ENDING

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lunatic parade #diabolik lovers translation #lpcarlachapter4

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mikeyelistsukasa · 2 years

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im just in need of comfort 😭😭

So like.. he just comforts us after having a bad or stressful day :,) cuddles and hugs added, words of affirmation stuff like that

You forgot to say who😭 but don’t worry i made hanako since your blog says you love him haha(at least i think so). I hope this request will cheer you up even if its not much! (9th request)

Hanako Comforting their Darling after a bad day

Oh oh oh why are you not smiling:(

You’re supposed to smile enjoying cleaning toilets like the others😁

„What’s wrong my darling s/o?“

„Its nothing serious don’t worry…“

Doesn’t believe you :(

Brings you out and asks a bit more sternly

„okay please tell me whats wrong. Are you sick or something? You can not clean the toilets today“

You eventually break down crying from all the stress

God he thought he was too mean and hurted your feelings

„Heyhey! Please don’t cry! Its alright im here for you“

You say in between your sobs

„Its just *hic* that today was such a pain in the butt!“

Sits down and strokes your hair

„Shhh shhh its alright.When you calm down. Tell me everything that happened and when i say everything then that means every.little.thing“

If it was something with family issues he would try (key word try) to give you some advice.if your parents were in the wrong one he would be mad and tell you to tell them how you felt about what they said to you. If you were in the wrong one he would totally go to kou ask him to bake some donuts with you to cheer you up and then wrap it cutely in a box with him and then you will gift it to your parents :].

If it was because someone here at school like bullied you or something he would ask you for their name

„So.do you by any chance know the persons name…?“

Thats question gave you chills for some reason

„No hanako i wont let you hurt the person -^-“

„Aw come on! He deserved it!“

„No means no“

He would find out no matter what but wouldn’t tell you

I mean what if it will make you even more upset. He doesn’t want that

Small oneshot

You were having lunch all alone because your friends have been avoiding you lately.you’re not sure why but you didn’t care that much (it did hurt though) you wished hanako would be here but he was with yashiro and kou somewhere. Why didn’t they ask me if i wanted to come too? You wondered. When suddenly you felt someone tap you by your shoulder „yahoo~“ „oh!you guys came back!…where were you?“ „oh nothing important“ „oh heh okay..“ you don’t know why but you teared up a bit at that answer as if you’re not worth to know. You were about to get your lunchbox out of your bag until you realized its not in there (did i forget it again??? Come on) you thought. You sigh loudly to which turned hanako‘s attention to you. „Whats wrong?“ “nothing just a bit tired“ „then you should eat! To regain your strength:D“ „im not hungry right now…“ :(. „Follow me Honey!“ you blushed slightly at the nickname but brushed it off quickly. You guys went into the…school‘s kitchen? As you opened the door the first thing you hear is „SUPRISEEEE“ you were startled by the yelling but mostly at the cake that was in front of you „huh? What is going on?“ You were so confused right now „we made you a cake!“ hanako said cheerfully „ah thank you but…you do know its not my birthday today right?“ „we know! We just decided to make you this cake because we’ve seen how stressful your day was today!“ kou said while yashiro nodded in agreement „and also we were the ones that stole your lunchbox so you wouldn’t be full. Sorry about that hehe“ so thats where your lunchbox went. You smiled softly „you guys are the best…“ is all you could say as you all four ate the cake. You were so glad that you have them in your life.someone loved you so much to do this just because you were a bit different today.and you loved them all aswell.

I seriously hope i made an ok job and left you satisfied! Thank you for your wonderful request please visit again!!!!!💙

#tbhk hanako #tbhk x reader #tbhk #amane x reader #x reader #hanako x reader

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im so so so fucking anxious. all the time. fuck. idk life stuff generally but also family...

like ive been in Greece for a full month now and my dad is just. himself. I definitely should not have relied on him for anything. we get to our summer place and for a full ass month my dad has just been smoking weed. the summer place is in an undeveloped rural beach town and we have no car, no washing machine, no fridge, no wifi, and no cell service. a week ago my dad got a car, but it’s a stick shift and he refuses to let me drive it for that reason. all I can do, day after day, is walk to the beach on this busy ass road with no sidewalk, since I can’t drive anywhere. the beach gets old after a month. my dad is just high all the time and does not care. I could have been spending this month preparing for technical interviews, but without wifi I can do nothing. I can’t go anywhere either.

ive been spending some time with my aunts, uncles, and cousins out here. they’ve got money, for real. their house has a damn elevator. and besides being rich, they actually, like, love each other. like they are an extremely tight-knit family, and always helping each other out and supporting each other. they host so many parties and like are always hanging out. I know nobody has an absolutely perfect relationship with their family, but I think they’re as close as it gets. my uncle is also like a big deal apparently, besides being a European like backgammon champion, his business is worth dozens of millions and he is also just a charming and chill dude. but the cousins have rich people problems- like the fact that one of them is 30 and has never had a job because she’s pursuing music. the other one dropped hundreds of thousands on flight school here in Europe just to drop out his last year because he decided he wanted an American certification instead.

I dont know. they're my family, and we were really close when we were kids, but some serious drama went down between my dad and them, that was entirely my dads fault, and we didn’t have contact with them for 10 years because of my dad’s orders. after my parents divorce, my mom went to live with them. oh it was all so traumatizing. it was all my dad’s fault. but anyway, time has passed and now it feels weird, that one day we were kids playing together, then ten years pass and they live in a seaside mansion with an elevator and a close family life, while my brother was sleeping at a homeless shelter not too long ago and our mom is dead. I mean its not their fault at all that things turned out this way and in all honestly i’m happy for their success, but its just hard to see them living a life that is far beyond anything I've ever even conceived of for myself. it also seems like they've been so successful that they’ve forgotten about us. they're perfectly nice in every way, but sometimes it feels like they barely seem to care about us aside from some pitiful looks now and then. they definitely dont blame my brothers and i for any of the shit my dad did, but they seem weirded out at us sometimes, like when they ask why I don’t go anywhere and I honestly tell them I don’t have money to do anything. In those situations I feel like being honest is making them look down on me, but im tired of lying to others about the realities of my life to make them comfortable.

anyway, I woke up today at 9am and it was pouring. it was nice to look out the window at the rain. so soothing. I went back to sleep under the pitter patter for a little more and woke up at 3pm. I dont know why, I fell asleep at 1am the night before and that's 13 hours of sleep. by the time I woke up my dad and brothers had already left for a day trip without me. i knew it was father’s day but I guess id momentarily forgot because my uncles and I were trying to figure out logistics for a trip and I called my dad to ask him some planning questions, then he got upset when he realized id forgotten it was fathers day. shit I guess that was my bad. I said sorry, but I guess he’s still pissed.

so he was out on his day trip and didnt wanna pick me up from my aunts house, so we couldn't celebrate fathers day together. I told my aunt a little last minute that I wouldn't be going out and wanted to join her for dinner with my cousins and uncle, and she literally popped off on me saying there won't be enough food and stuff, and I was trying to say its alright and I can just spend the night on my own and eat out but I just started crying and it was so embarrassing lol.

u know when u just feel it coming, your hands shaking and your eyes watering and u cant blink the tears away fast enough and you look like a fool? damn I got so triggered. and suddenly im in middle school eating lunch alone again, at every holiday eating a microwave dinner alone again because my immediate family cannot stand each other, and I guess my extended just doesn't want much to do with me. fuck I hate eating alone now.

well, they ended up calling me in to eat and there was more than enough food and everything was ok.

#idk I just need to type my feelings out #happy fathers day lol #ampbelokipi

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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arcticlegend · 2 years

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Tip of the Tongue

He sat at his desk, scratching away at the paper in front of him, logs and notes strewn on his desk as he was planning his next sale as well as his next "big move." To say he was stressed was an understatement.

Jinx was constantly creating trouble due to her past returning to dance with her once more, the exploding buildings, the chaos she's caused has done nothing to make his job any easier. His cohorts were now weary of him, the similar smell of betrayal wafted around him as he felt the tension in the air. Yet, no matter who urged him into the right direction, he just couldn't listen. Why? Because Jinx wasn't just a minion or a pet. She was his daughter. Now, more than ever, he had the strongest urge to keep her safe, knowing her condition would make her vulnerable if she were to meet with her sister.

He ran a hand through his hair, beginning to gray from age and stress, his eye feeling sore, but not sore enough to need an injection.

"Mr. Silco, sir?"

Of course, out of all the people to show up, it would be you, his assistant and sales rep for the Shimmer. You were the perfect poster for their business, charismatic, quick witted, and beautiful to boot. You knew what the people needed to hear and it secured customers.

As necessary for the business as you were, you could annoy him at times with your optimism and kindness, though he couldn't stay too upset with you, knowing that you worked hard for him.

"I came by to drop off some updates about this week's purchase and it's looking promising! I don't know why you have me going around selling it when you can convince people just by showing up. It's not big deal though, I love dealing with people!"

Silco tried his absolute hardest not to role his eyes and gave a small nod. You were sweet. A sweet person like you shouldn't even be here. This job was meant for people who could be cruel, could survive in this world and not be taken advantage of. That made him rather curious about you, wondering how you made it this far to be under his roof and working for the kind of Zaun.

He took the clip board and looked over your notes and the buyers requests and finding them agreeable, signed on the terms. He handed you back the board, which you were to take back to them.

"Are you okay, sir? You look like you aren't sleeping well."

He huffed, hoping you would leave, but instead, you were taking a seat in the other chair, looking at him with those compassionate eyes, the gaze of someone who cares too much for their own good.

"I'm fine. You should just go deliver this to them so we can get this deal over with."

His lips pursed slightly when you simply dug in, rambling on about different teas you tried that made you sleep better or ointments that helped with certain things.

"Listen," he rubbed at his brows, the stress getting to him, "I do not need tea. I just need to get my work done and I do not need you rambling all day and interfering with my work. Do we have an understanding?"

He tried to come off diplomatic and not terrifying if he could help it. You were a good asset to the company and he didn't want to scare you off. Damn that you wouldn't listen.

"Are you... Well, I mean, I imagine you wouldn't because you're right above a club and can get it whenever you want, but... I mean..."

He stared like a deer, lips parted, one green eye trying to decipher if you were serious.

"...What?"

You were blushing beet red, your eyes lidded, hamd covering your mouth in embarrassment. Beautiful eyes found interest in something off to the side, on the floor.

"Its well... I was merely suggesting that after all the stress, you might be frustrated... in the more personal sense. You might be... pent up."

He closed his mouth but mentally gaped at the suggestion you had just made. Yes, he had been easy to irritate, but he never thought it was because of his lack of sex life. After all, he never had time for pointless frivolities like personal pleasure. Everything he did, he did for the nation of Zaun and there was always so much more to do. For you to boldly tell him such a thing, though, made his heart clench with anxiety, his desires being very torn on how he should proceed.

"I would think that would be none of your business."

You looked down, picking at your fingernails, looking like you were nervous about crossing a line. He couldn't deny that he found you attractive, that your optimism, annoying as it is, made the day better for he and his men. You, like Jinx, were a gem amongst the coal, shimmering bright for him.

"Though, if you are interested in helping my... situation, I wouldn't stop you."

He accentuated his words with the slow spread of his legs, his sliding back into his chair.

He could see your shyness and it only fed his desire for you, a smile curling his lips. There was something agonizingly arousing about watching your mental battle, the decision fuck him or not, laying waste to your psyche. Minutes of standing there, looking down at him, eyes locked on his belt.

"Well, if you aren't interested..."

Never so quickly had he seen someone decide.

"Yes! Yes, please! I'll... I'll do it."

He watched you timidly make your way up to his chair, meeting your gaze and holding it with an iron grip. He made sure you knew exactly what he wanted and the message was clear as day. You slid to your knees before him, your now anxious face level with his cock, still straining under his pants.

"I'm not forcing you to do this. You are aware of that, yes?"

Resolve hardening, your eyes flicked back up to his and you responded with a quick nod. Not wasting any time, you went for his belt, the clinking of metal only making him twitch in anticipation, arousal fogging his brain and burning in his gut.

Your fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling the material aside to free his cock. Just your touch alone was making his head swim with pleasure, thinking about everything you were going to do for him. He sighed, imagining what it would feel like to push past your soft lips, to feel your tongue swipe underneath.

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years

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Germs [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Rating: Mature

Category: Fluff and Smut

Content Warning: Brief mentions of torture and violence, usually criminal minds stuff, nothing explicit. Light choking, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, language (maybe?)

A/n: I have come out of fan fiction writing retirement for this one. Let me know what y’all think! masterlist

y/n - your name

y/l/n - your last name

italicized text is Reader’s sassy inner thoughts

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I’m not sure if I believe in hell, but if there is a hell, I’m sure it feels exactly like Louisiana in July. Every time I walked outside I felt like I was walking into soup. Gross. I couldn’t help but feel guilty over my sigh of relief when I walked back into the local precinct the team was currently working out of. Young women are dying, and I’m worried about a little bit of heat.

But, fuck, it was hot.

Speaking of heat, I thought as I threw open the door to the conference room only to run smack into the hottest thing I’d ever encountered.

“Shit,” I exclaimed before I thought better of it. “I’m so sorry.” I ran my eyes up, up, up, all the way up his body until I met his eyes; those beautiful honey brown eyes that threatened to have me acting like an idiot if I stared into them for too long.

Dr. Spencer Reid’s cheeks were tinged pink, his posture stiff, his fingers clutching the file he was carrying for dear life. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” he sounded uncomfortable, which made my stomach drop. “My fault.” With that, he quickly maneuvered around me and headed off to complete whatever genius task he had to complete.

My eyes followed him until he was out of sight before I mentally shook myself. ‘C’mon, this is pointless,’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t even like you.’ Which I really thought was true, the good doctor went out of his way to avoid me whenever possible. ‘Plus, he’s a germaphobe.’ This thought was confirmed true. He didn’t shake people’s hands, the only people I’d seen him touch during my time at the BAU were members of the team that he’d known for years, and some of those even seemed reluctant.

Admittedly, I didn’t know a lot about germaphobia; since I couldn’t ask the only genius I knew, I did the next logical thing. I googled it. Every person I’d read about seemed to experience germaphobia differently. Some people could have sex, but others were grossed out by the very idea. Knowing my luck, Spencer Reid and his beautiful hands, and his soulful eyes, and his cheekbones that could cut glass was in the repulsed by sex category. Which is fine! Right, it is fine to not be interested in sex; the only problem was I was very interested in every part of him.

Maybe he thinks I’m gross. Maybe I stink? Maybe he’s just repulsed by my very presence. Regardless, I couldn’t see Spencer Reid ever shoving me against a wall and fucking me senseless.

I sighed, making my way over to the conference table, pulling out a chair before I flopped into it. I could feel the exhaustion settling into my bones. We had been in Louisiana for almost a week now and we were still no closer to finding our unsub. He was a white man, he worked in a lower-paying job, and he hated women. Obviously, that didn’t narrow it down much.

The unsub was targeting women in clubs and bars, following them outside before he bashed them on the back of the head. After that, he threw the girls over his shoulder and took them to his car; he moved them to a secondary location before he tortured them. The first two victims had survived. They were traumatized, but they were fighters; they both said the same things, ‘he kept my eyes covered the entire time,’ “I never saw his face,’ ‘I did whatever he told me to do.’

We thought the killing of the third victim had been an accident, but that accident had excited our guy enough that he changed his ritual; the killing was crucial now. We had 4 bodies, 2 live victims that couldn’t tell us anything, and no leads.

Sighing, I leaned forward, bringing the heels of my hands to my eyes. I hated feeling helpless. The answer to who this fucker was is in this evidence somewhere and I will find it. If it’s the last thing I do.

The doors swung open again, pulling me from my thoughts. Hotch lead the parade of people, followed by Morgan, JJ, and Dr. Reid. Our unit chef looked gravely serious…not that that necessarily meant anything, in the 6 months I’d been with the behavioral analysis unit I hadn’t seen him have any other expression.

Morgan pulled out his phone, hitting what I suspected was speed dial number 1. “Hey baby girl,” he said, without his usual swagger; even he was tired. “You’re on speaker. You’ve got me, Hotch, JJ, Reid, and Y/l/n.”

“And I have the always wonderful Emily Prentiss, and the dashing David Rossi on the line, effectively putting my favorite people together again, as they should be,” Garcia quipped. I don’t think she meant to include me in her list of ‘favorite people,’ but it made me smile anyway. “Okay, crime fighters, what’s the play?”

“We’re still no closer to finding the unsub,” Hotch began. “He’s highly organized, methodical, and paranoid; but he hasn’t killed in 3 days, this is a break from his escalation pattern. He’s going to strike soon.” Hotch leaned over resting his palms on the shiny fake wood of the conference table. “Our best chance is to send an agent out there as bait.” There was a general murmur of agreement before he continued on. “Garcia, we need you to find all of the night clubs, bars, and whatever else you can think of in the updated comfort zone.”

The sound of keys clicking made its way through the speaker. “Assuming we’re excluding the places he’s already hit, that leaves us with 3 possibilities.”

“So far he hasn’t struck a place twice,” Prentiss chimed in. “Do we think he’s going to hold to that pattern?”

Reid moved over to the board where the map of the county was displayed. “I think so. This guy is too careful to risk going to a place where he’s been before. The chance of him being recognized is too great, especially when everyone is on high alert.” He gestured to the area he had circled on the map. “His pattern seems to be focusing in on this center point right here,” he said, placing a pin in the map. “This area means something. Garcia, what is the closest club or bar to the intersection of Washington Avenue and Harrison Street?”

“That would beeeeee…The Blue Fox.”

“That’s where he’ll be,” Dr. Reid said confidently, his eyes moving to Hotch’s face.

The older man nodded. “It’s our best lead so far, we have to run with it.”

“It’s Friday night,” Rossi pointed out. “We’ll have to act soon.”

Hotch nodded, seeming to be lost in thought. “We need to send agents in there tonight. We know the victims were all on dates or flirting with a man right before their abduction. He targets women that are happy with their companions then waits til he can separate them.”

“Who are you planning on sending in, Hotch?’ JJ questioned.

“Y/l/n is the youngest, she fits the build of the previous victims the best.” His heavy gaze rested on me. “What do you think?”

Like it was even a choice. “I’m in.”

Hotch nodded, accepting my answer. “Good. You’ll partner with Reid.”

“What?!” I squawked, much to my embarrassment. I cleared my throat before I continued. “But, Reid and I…I just thought Morgan would be the obvious choice.” Fuck, I’m just digging a bigger hole.

Morgan gave me an easy smile. “You’re just saying that because you wanna see my moves, little mama.”

Hotch cleared his throat, bringing our attention back. “Morgan is too intimidating; the unsub might not move in if he feels too threatened. You’ll go with Reid.” When he was met with silence he continued on, “alright, let’s get to work.”

And that is how I wound up in a club in Louisiana on a Friday night, in a tight black dress, with Spencer Reid beside me. After he walked into the club holding my hand. He doesn’t hold hands, I cringed internally at the thought. He must feel so uncomfortable.

He waved the bartender over, ordering a drink for me and a water for himself before turning to me. “I thought a drink would loosen you up a bit. You look nervous.”

I am nervous. “Right. Thanks.” I drummed my fingers on the bar, my gaze sweeping around the club for anyone who seemed out of place and especially creepy. Most lone men at clubs and bars were creepy, but we need especially creepy.

“Is that because you don’t think I can have your back?”

My head snapped back around. “What?”

Spencer paused to accept the drinks from the bartender, sliding him the money. “In the conference room. You seemed upset that Morgan wasn’t going to be your partner,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Is that because you think I wouldn’t have your back?”

Fuck. I blushed to the roots of my hair. “No, Spencer! God no! It’s not that, I know you’d have my back.” I took a sip of my drink before I said anything else. “It’s just that…you don’t seem to like me very much, and I know you have a thing about germs, and I thought maybe that’s why you didn’t like me.” I was babbling; I was absolutely babbling. “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all. Morgan has never seemed uncomfortable around me, so…” I trailed off lamely.

The corners of his lips quirked up in amusement. “So, you didn’t want to partner with me on this because you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable?”

I nodded, fidgeting with the straw in my drink.

Spencer moved closer to me, his right hand coming to rest on the small of my back. He seemed as calm as he could be, meanwhile I suddenly had trouble breathing.

It’s for the case. He has to do this for the case. Calm down.

"What do my issues with germs have to do with this?" he wondered, leaning closer to me. I could feel his breath on my neck; my skin broke out in goosebumps.

Double fuck. “Well, we’re supposed to be…together. And you think I’m gross. What if you have to kiss me?” TRIPLE FUCK. “Not that we’d have to kiss,” I tried to backpedal. “But we might, you never know. And I just didn’t…I don’t want you to dislike me more than you do.”

The teasing smile slipped from his face, the fingers on my lower back flexing slightly. He regarded me with a tilt of his head. "You're serious?" At my shaky nod, he continued. "Y/n, I don't think you're gross."

“You don’t?” I squeaked.

He lifted his hand from my back then, sliding it up to my shoulder, his free hand moving from the bar to rest on my hip. Spencer brushed my hair back before he leaned forward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt his lips touch the tender skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to suppress a gasp at the contact. Spencer Reid’s beautiful lips slid down to the place where my neck and shoulder met, then I felt his teeth nip the skin before he placed another kiss there. He worked his way back up towards my ear, the hand on my hip moving slightly so he was almost grabbing my ass. “I don’t think you’re gross,” he breathed, causing me to shudder. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Germs don’t bother me in that way, especially around people I know. I wouldn’t have a problem kissing you, baby.”

I was going to need new panties after this. Spencer Reid, awkward, sweet, Dr. Spencer Reid just called me Baby.

“…Oh.” Really, y/n. Oh; you went with oh?

The good doctor pulled back, his face close enough to mine that I could see that he had freckles under his eyes and that those beautiful eyes got more golden towards the center. "Oh."

Michael Watkins was the name of our unsub. He was a short white man with a receding hairline and a bad temper. His last relationship had ended 3 months before the first attack; Spencer was right to pick this bar. Shortly after he tried to make my pussy combust with his neck kisses, Reid suggested I walk to the bathroom, assuring me he’d be watching if anyone followed.

Watkins’ hand was in my hair, dragging me outside before I made it to the ladies’ room. I felt a jolt of fear as I struggled to escape, strands of hair being ripped from my head. I shouldn’t have worried, because no sooner had the outside door opened than I heard the velvety voice of Derek Morgan. “FBI! Put your hands where we can see them.”

He attempted to run. Why would anyone try to run from Derek Morgan?

After the medics confirmed I was okay, I was sent back to the hotel while the rest of the team went with the local police to book Watkins and try to get a full confession.

“Good work,” Hotch said, his hand clapping down on my shoulder.

The highest praise I’ll ever need.

I hopped into the shower right when I got back to my room, not wanting Watkins’ touch on me for a moment longer.

Spencer’s touch, however,…That was a touch I wouldn’t mind having on me. But he’d barely looked at me once he made it outside. I knew he was being affectionate in there because of the case, we were playing a role. I knew that. I still couldn’t stop the twinge of hurt I felt.

But he doesn’t think I’m gross. That had to count for something.

I had just got done blow drying my hair enough so that it wouldn’t look too crazy when I woke up when there was a knock on my door. Figuring it was Emily, I didn't consider the fact that I was in my pajamas, and my face was scrubbed free of makeup.

It wasn’t Emily. Spencer Reid stood on the other side of my door, his eyes running down my body before he met my bewildered stare again. “You look comfy,” he commented with that damn little smile on his lips again.

“Oh. Yeah. I took a shower.” Way to go, y/n, you’re really killing it tonight.

“I see that,” he said, his cheeks going a little bit pink. “Can I come in? I thought we should talk.” Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?

I ushered him in, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bottom edge of my bed; his body angled towards the headboard. I briefly debated about where to sit before I joined him. Don’t make it weird, y/n.

He cleared his throat before he began. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable tonight. I just wanted to make sure we got the guy.”

Right. “Oh, it’s okay, Spencer. I get it. I wasn’t uncomfortable.” I picked at the frayed edge of my sleep shorts, my eyes dropping so he didn’t see anything on my face that betrayed how I was feeling; you can’t be too careful around profilers.

His hand reached out to cover my own fidgeting hands, one of his hands covering both of mine. His hands were so big. His fingers were so long, the veins in his hands were so pronounced. I bet those fingers would feel really – FOCUS.

“I’m also sorry you thought I didn’t like you.” His thumb had started to move slowly over the back of my hand. “I do like you. I like you a lot, actually. I just…” I brought my gaze back up to meet his eyes. “I just get nervous sometimes.”

“You didn’t seem nervous in the club.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t nervous then because it was my job. I wasn’t worried about misreading a signal…doing the wrong thing…I’m not the best with social cues.” I had noticed that about him before. “But I am a really good profiler.” And he’s humble too, apparently.

“I know that you couldn’t fake your reaction to me in the club. Your breathing became quicker, I felt your pulse jump under my lips when they were on your neck. I saw how blown your pupils got." He shifted closer to me then, bringing his other hand up to push my hair behind my shoulder like he did earlier in the night. "Just like they are now."

He leaned closer to me, his voice was lower, and it made my stomach flutter. "You're clenching your thighs together, Y/n. Your shirt may be baggy, but I can see how hard your nipples are too." His tongue ran out to wet his lips. "If I'm wrong, just tell me now. If I've misread this, I will leave right now, and we can pretend this never happened." Spencer brought both his hands up to cradle my face; despite how wet my panties were, how tight my nipples are, how badly I wanted him to touch me, this gesture made me feel special. He was holding me like he actually cared about me like I was precious. "But, if I'm not wrong, and you want this too, Y/n, tell me. Tell me you want this too and I won't stop touching you until you scream my name."

I let out a soft whimper then. Like it’s a choice. “I want this,” I leaned into his touch. “Please, Spencer.”

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please, what, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his lips were on mine. His lips were softer than I imagined, they were firm and almost…questioning. When I nipped at his bottom lip, something seemed to break free inside of him. His lips slanted over mine with a hunger I had never felt. His tongue ran over my bottom lip before I opened for him. Spencer’s tongue moved into my mouth while his hands moved; one hand moved back to grip my hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly, the other moved down to my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting it there in a gesture that felt possessive.

The need for oxygen broke us apart, his lips moving across my cheek to my jaw, then down to my neck. “How could you think I didn’t like you?” he mumbled into my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me. None.”

I threw my head back when he sucked on my pulse point, a moan ripping from my throat. “W-what…what do I do?”

Pulling back from me, he gripped the bottom of my shirt, looking at me for consent before he pulled it over my head. His eyes were firmly on my chest, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed me down slowly on the bed; I was on my back and he was hovering over me. I felt his mouth place hot, wet, kisses from my collarbone down towards my breasts. His right hand landed on my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my nipple while his lips moved closer and closer to my left. I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him forward.

“You want to know what you do to me?” he raised his head slightly, making sure my eyes were on him when he flicked his tongue over my nipple, causing me to gasp. “What do you do to me in your little skirts, with your little smiles, and your little laughs?” He gave my nipple a sharp pinch. “You’re all I fucking think about, y/n.” With a growl, he finally took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He switched to the other breast while he adjusted himself over me, bringing his pelvis down to rest at the seam of my body between my thighs. I shifted restlessly under him, trying to grind my pussy against him. He was so fucking hard.

With a groan, he lifted his head and started kissing his way towards the middle of my chest, moving down to the curve of my stomach. “Do you know how many times I came back to my hotel room after spending all day with you and was so hard I had to cum before I could think of anything else?” he peppered kisses down my body as he spoke.

My eyes shot open at this confession that he seemed to think was no big deal. “What?” I couldn’t believe this. “You…you touched yourself and thought of…”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, taking my raised hips as an invitation to remove both from my body. "You. I thought of you." He threw my clothes on the floor, pulling my legs open. His eyes moved over all of me, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. “I thought about kissing you. About making you squirm for me.” He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, his mouth running slowly over my inner thighs. Spencer’s hands hooked around my upper thighs, moving me to where he wanted me. “But, most of all, I thought about this pretty pussy.” He placed a kiss on my clit, chuckling at the wanton moan that came from me and how my fingers tangled in his soft brown curls. “I thought about all the different ways I could make this pretty pussy cum all over me.” With that, he ran his tongue up my slit before flicking it over my clit.

Dr. Spencer Reid was good at everything, so of course, he was good at this too. His mouth moved over me, watching my reaction to see what I liked best. His tongue moved in circles around my clit before slipping down to my opening. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me, while his thumb came over to rub my clit.

“Spence- fuck- Spencer, please.” My hips tried to shift restlessly, but his arms were iron bars holding me still. He slowly moved his left forearm to rest across my hips, bringing his right hand down to my throbbing pussy. He pulled his mouth away from me, much to my dismay. He pushed one finger, then another into me. My head thrashed wildly, and my thighs started to shake. “Spencer!”

He just smirked and curled his fingers, hitting the spot inside me that made everything in my body pulse. “What, baby?”

My breaths were coming in gasps, my voice was a needy whimper. “Make me cum, Spencer. Please, please make me cum.”

He needed no other encouragement. His fingers continued their steady thrust in and out of me while his mouth covered my clit again. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, then circling it before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

“Spencer.” I felt my orgasm rising. “Spencer don’t- don’t stop. I’m gonna cum, please make me cum.”

He kept his pace steady, sucking on my clit, moaning at my words. His eyes had been closed, but at that moment they opened and met mine. Then I felt his teeth ghost over my clit, I saw the want in his eyes. That was my undoing. My back arched, my mouth hung open in a silent scream. I heard myself say his name over and over again. Spencer pushed his fingers inside me, massaging me through the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. With one final kiss on my oversensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck my orgasm off of them.

He kissed back up my body, and I tried to respond, but I was still so shattered. I had never felt anything so powerful before. He cupped my face in one hand and kissed me slowly. I returned the kiss, moving my hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Spencer broke the kiss, pulling back to look at me again. “Hang on, baby.” His hand came up to still my own. “We can take a second. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

This beautiful man smiled at me then. I felt my heart flutter when he leaned down to pepper soft kisses along my jaw, his thumb coming up to wipe a tear that fell from the corner of my eye that I hadn’t even noticed.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. He shifted to lay beside me, whispering reassurances to me while I came back down. This was just one of the ways that Spencer was so different from every other man. I didn't feel rushed, or pressured. I could feel how hard he still was, I could feel the tension in his body, but he simply kissed me while he cupped my jaw.

He made me feel…cherished.

I moved my hands to tangle in his hair again, deepening our kiss. He didn’t move my hands away when I started to work on the buttons of his shirt. The fire that I thought had been calmed by my orgasm had come roaring back. Spencer moved his hands to his belt while I finished with his shirt. His shirt came off, tossed in the same direction as my clothes. I pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, watching his cock spring free.

Everything about him was painfully beautiful. His angular cheekbones, the jaw that looked like it was carved from granite, even the toned muscles of his body. He had a small trail of hair that went down from his belly button to his groin. His cock laid against his stomach, the head glistening with precum.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, kneeling beside him, running my eyes over his body.

His soft hand came to grab mine, pulling it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, smiling softly at me.

I moved to straddle him, lower on his thighs. I took him in my hand, moving up and down, twisting my wrist as I neared the tip, swiping my thumb over his head.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Y/n, as much as I want you to do…whatever the fuck you want with me, I’m so close. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I bit into my bottom lip, unable to totally stop the smile spreading over my face. “Please, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He moved his hands to my hips, urging my body forward.

I raised up on my knees, taking him in my hand again, lining him up with my entrance. The tendons in his neck were strained, his fingers gripped my hips so hard I knew I was going to have bruises tomorrow. As I slowly started to sink down on his cock, Spencer let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard. His eyes were fixed where our bodies were joined, watching his dick slid deeper inside of me.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”

He was so long, he wasn't overly thick, but just thick enough to cause a pleasurable stretching when he breached me that was almost painful. I gasped out a sound that might have been his name when he bottomed out inside me. I slowly circled my hips, adjusting to him. Spencer’s nails dug into my hips as he forced himself to stay still.

“Please move, y/n. Please. You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned as my walls fluttered around him. “Do you like it when I talk to you? Does that make your pretty pussy wetter?” He smirked at my whimper as I tightened around him.

I began at a slower pace, trying to tease him. Spencer quickly lost patience with that; he thrust his hips upwards, meeting my movements, his hands pushing me down onto him. I leaned forward, bracing on hand on his shoulder, the other on the bed. He pounded into me while I tried to match his pace. Spencer’s hand moved from my hip up to wrap around my throat. I nodded, forcing my eyes to stay open as he moved inside me.

His fingers squeezed slightly, pulling my face closer to his. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss. My thighs burned from matching his movements. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His grip on my neck tightened ever so slightly, which only heightened my arousal. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

He flipped us over quickly, never pulling completely out of me. Spencer moved to push my legs further apart, the change in angle allowing him to fill me deeper than I thought possible. His hair was sticking to his brow, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing erratic. He was the most fucking beautiful thing I had ever seen.

One hand held my leg, the other went down to my pussy, his thumb moving over my clit at a rapid pace. “Tell me what you need, Pretty Girl. Tell me how to make this pretty pussy cum all over me.”

I whined at his words. “Spencer, I-“ my voice broke off. I was so fucking close. "I need you." He seemed to understand my broken plea. He brought his body down, his chest flush against mine. He rocked into me at such a fast and hard pace. His hand still in between us rubbing circles around my clit.

I felt his lips ghost over my ear. “I want to fucking hear you, y/n.” His speed increased, his thrust getting choppier. He was close. “I want this whole fucking town to hear what you sound like when I make you cum. When you cream all over my dick, I want you to scream my name.” With that, he moved his mouth down my neck. He bit the same tender area he had kissed in the club, where my neck met my shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Spencer!" I felt myself begin to splinter apart. “Please make me cum, fuck please.” My babbling finally broke as my orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t hear his deep groan when I came, my scream was too loud. I felt the vibration against my neck. It was only as I started to float down that I realized my nails were dug into his back. With a few last thrust and my name on his lips, I felt Spencer pulse, cumming inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, just breathing before he rolled off of me. I felt overwhelmed, so I was relieved when he tugged me over to him. He wrapped his arm around me when I laid my head on his chest. I felt his lips on my forehead. “It’s very important for women to urinate after sexual intercourse to avoid UTIs, but you have another minute or so before that becomes more urgent.”

I couldn’t control my laugh at his comment. "Thanks, Doc." I kissed his chest. "Only you could make me cum so hard I almost blackout, then go back to being…you." I slowly untangled myself from him, going to the bathroom to handle business. When I returned, I found Spencer where I left him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, one hand resting behind his head, the other over his heart. He looked so lost in that moment.

“Spencer?” I asked, crawling on to the bed. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t pretend that something wasn’t bothering him. “When you said that I just go back to being me…Do you not like that?”

My heart broke a tiny bit at the question. “Spencer, no! I love that! I love your little facts and statistics!” How did he not know that? “The best part of my day is listening to you talk. Just being with you is wonderful.” I cupped his face, bringing his gaze to mine. “Sure, I like what we just did; but I liked you before that. I want both.” Fuck. “Assuming you want me,” I rambled quickly. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, I know that it doesn’t always-“

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever felt. It was filled with hope and promise and…Spencer.

“It means everything to me, Y/n.”

I didn’t see the rest of the team until the next morning when we all boarded the jet; I was so ready to go home. I personally didn’t think anything appeared that different. Spencer sat beside me on the couch, but that wasn’t weird…right? We were just co-workers, sitting beside each other super casually. Had we spent most of last night and a little bit of this morning screwing each other’s brains out? Certainly. But you couldn’t see that…right?

Morgan’s chuckle is what confirmed I was so wrong. “Hey, y/l/n,” he called, smiling so hard it looked like his face would split from his amusement. “You missed a spot.” He pointed towards his own neck.

There was a beat of silence before Hotch snorted. SSA Aaron Hotchner, the man who never found anything funny was laughing at me.

I felt myself turn tomato red, angling my body towards Spencer’s, burying my head against his shoulder, away from the rest of the team.

“I bet you’re glad pretty boy was your partner now, huh?”

I may have wanted to melt into the floor in embarrassment, but it was sort of worth it to see the blush on Spencer’s cheeks.

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ayamturd · 3 years

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bisexual│mcyt hc

warnings: small mentions of hate, fluff

prompt: (requested 1 & 2) “Hello uh I saw one of your posts about the dream smp reacting to you coming out so I was wondering if you haven't already done it can you do dream smp reacting to you coming out as bisexual?”

“Hello yamturd so I was wondering if maybe you could do tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo reacting to reader coming out as bisexual or lesbian if you haven't already done it :)”

pairings: irl platonic! dream, ranboo, tommy and tubbo ; c!technoblade

a/n: if i offend or misinterpret anything in this hc, please feel free to message and correct me otherwise. i will always try to correct or delete this post if asked so <33

sending my love to all those who identify as bisexual <33

wc: (1.5k) - m.list

dream -

considering his prideful personality sometimes, you probably wanted to play with his ego and drop subtle hints

not anything too obvious, but enough to make him kick himself when he realizes

though it was admittedly difficult since he plays into the dnf ship so much that he thinks you’re also joking more than half the time

imagine you two were in a voice call one evening and randomly discussing the recent fanon and what would be funny to turn into canon (to mess with the fandom)

you’ve been recently shipped with two other content creators, both of opposing female and male gender, separately and together

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “Which one?” “Both.”

He’d laugh, but you didn’t.

“Wait, you’re serious? You actually identify as…?” “Bisexual. Yeah, I’m pretty sure anyway.” “Y/n, that’s amazing.”

takes pride in the fact that you trust him, but would feign being upset that you messed with him for as long as you did

be jokingly offended if he found out someone knew before him

“Wait…” “Yes?” “You told Bad??” “Yeah, he was one of the first.” “W— Why??”

It was your turn to laugh while he gawked in disbelief.

“It’s Bad! Of course I told him.” “… Fair enough.”

hate is a given, and he’ll always be there to support and defend you

he’ll always ask your permission before taking any action, however, because he respects you too much and knows you can fight your own battles

dream is someone will show relentless support, whether that be through words or moral support, he’ll always be there for you

c!technoblade -

i honestly feel like you never officially came out to techno

as you began to recognize yourself as bisexual, you slowly expressed yourself around him more openly to the point where he unconsciously knew

it’d probably would have hit him in the most random moment after months of assuming he knew

imagine you’re in the midst of battle when techno paused entirely with wide eyes

“Y/n!” “What!?” “Are you gay??”

you would tease him when discussing your love life in one-sided conversations with him; him basically choosing to ignore you when you talk to him

“Honestly, Techno, how could you not want to hit that?” “Please, just stop.”

(i’ve written this before but will stand by this that) he truly doesn’t care for your sexuality

you’re a friend, someone he trusts and relies on, he doesn’t need to consider who you’re attracted to since he sees you for your skills and friendship

the only, and only time he is mindful of your sexuality depends on others unnecessary comments about it

the smp is a known judgement free land, but there will always be someone with ignorant opinions that he is always quick to shut down (or kill)

nothing much can be said besides the fact that you’ll always be y/n to him: a loyal friend and someone he would fight the world for

ranboo -

oh sweet ranboo, dear ranboo

considering how openly supportive and kind he naturally is, you didn’t question the idea of telling him

i’d like to imagine that unlike most where you planned or waited to tell, the moment you knew, he would know soon after

imagine you called him before he began his lore stream to hype him up

you both were talking about more mundane things to calm his nerves as people joined when you brought it up

“Oh actually, before you start, I wanted to tell you something.” “Sure, what is it?” “Well, I— I’m Bisexual.” “…You’re tELLING ME THIS WHEN I’M ABOUT TO START MY STREAM??” “Y/n! I’m so happy for you, that’s amazing!”

he’s incredibly patient concerning how you wanted others to know or when you were ready to be completely out

similar to c!techno with the same beliefs you’re still y/n, and nothing has changed besides you coming out as yourself

he’s your go to when days are rough, because he knows how to help you understand you’re still loved as the same y/n and nothing less

“Hey, hey, listen to me. I love you, y/n. We all do, and you’ll never be alone when things get rough, alright?” (love /p)

knows how to silently deal with hate in his chat unless it becomes evident enough to address it (doesn’t want to bring attention to meaningless words until it becomes serious)

ranboo’s your rock and makes show that he’ll never believe anything other than that you deserve love

tommyinnit -

as someone who took pride in defending the LGBTQ+ community, you had no hesitation when coming out to tommy

if any, your reluctance would come from accepting yourself to the point to be open with other people

it’s not as if he didn’t accept you, he could never imagine doing so in the slightest, but he probably wouldn’t know what to say initially

imagine you both were in the midst of playing bedwars together in a recording for a video

he had been busy gathering emeralds while you remained at the base, and the comforting silence gave you the confidence to blindly address it

“Hey Tommy?” “What, y/n? I’m in the middle of something right now.” “Oh, um, I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual.” “…” “…Tommy?” “…” “T— Tommy?”

it’d be dead quiet for a few seconds before you heard the noise of him rustling in realization

“Wait wait wait, you’re serious? You’re bisexual?” “Haha yeah, yeah, I am.” “WHA—!”

he was happy for you, to say the least

tommy loves to joke, and one he loved to make would be your attraction to both genders

you like women? pog!

you like men? a shame, honestly

if you were publicly out, his favorite bit would be to include you in his obnoxious swooning

imagine he was streaming while talking about his love for women

“Boys, honestly, the ladies just can’t resist me.”

The ding of discord notified you entering the call, the sound of your laughter immediately coming through.

“I agree, Tommy, I definitely agree.” “Y/n! You are attracted to women, and I am also attracted to women. You can agree women are amazing, yes?” “I can, Tommy. Women are indeed amazing.” “Good lad!” “Tommy, you do realize I’m not only attracted to w—” “Shush, we don’t speak of that.”

he showed his support by normalizing your sexuality, his acceptance quick and easily integrated into your lives

(this is getting long but—) tommy was well aware he lacked some knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community, but openly voiced his ignorance as a sign of awareness itself

he was always quick to correct either himself or others, he refused to accept slander of any type in his streams

would probably try to keep it light heartedly, but scold nonetheless

tommy was your figurative cheerleader, always there to include and uplift you, whether that be through the smallest gestures or loudest cheers

tubbo -

poor tubbo

since he wasn’t the most careful with secrets, you probably withheld telling him till you were ready for most to know

this isn’t to deter anything of not trusting him, he’s still supportive and loving tubbo that wouldn’t dare do anything purposeful against you

if anything, you might have forgotten that he didn’t know when you were casually taking about it within a group

imagine you and Ranboo were trying to get him to sleep one early morning but gave up

you started talking about personal stuff and the topic of your love life came up, specifically the attraction to someone of the same gender

“I don’t know, Ranboo, I mean, I think I like them but at the same time I’m not sure.” “That’s fai—” “Wait, y/n. You’re gay??” “Bisexual, actually.” “WaAA—”

his very sleep deprived state was extremely happy and emotional for you

he’s like the little duckling with a knife, like he loves you completely but will try to hurt anyone that offends you

like tommy, he has no personal knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community but will solely learn for your sake

whether you’re younger or not, tubbo never fails to remind you that he looks up to you

he gives his all and won’t hesitate to provide in any way he can if needed

“You matter,” he’ll always say, “you’re important and no one else’s opinion matter.”

is proud to be your friend and expresses his platonic love in full, for you’re you and are so brave to be yourself despite all

choosing not to tag my usual taglist just cause its a headcanon with a specific request <33 (huge ty to @basilly and @inniterhq though for the advice/motivation to finish this)

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Even the Losers

Chapter 19

Thank you guys for your patience! I took a week of vacation to focus on relaxing and catching up on this fic but I’m a wife and a mom so that’s the exact opposite of what happened. But I’m back now. I still won’t have daily updates, but it shouldn’t be weeks in between anymore.

Chapter 1 Chapter 18

Marinette looked up at the Wayne Enterprises building, craning her neck in an attempt to see all the way up. This was only her second time seeing the building up close and it was no less intimidating the second time around. There was nothing inherently intimidating about the building. It was large and imposing, but that was the only characteristic that would be considered intimidating.

It was more a feeling, an aura, she got from the name, the history, the expectations and obligations that hit her every time she saw the building. Like something was weighing down on her for just being in its presence. Something pushing her away and pulling her in at the same time. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes never once leaving the building’s façade.

She almost jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Max asked quietly. “We don’t have to do this today.”

Marinette shook her head, her eyes still pinned to the building. “Yes we do. I’ve pushed it off too long already. At this point, I’m getting favoritism by not getting lectured for it.”

Max looked around to make sure nobody was listening. “If it helps, I don’t think M. Wayne is the type to confront you at work.”

Marinette scoffed and gave him a pointed look. “That is exactly the type of man he is. Confront in a public place where it is likely to create a scene if I say ‘no’ and ask me to speak with him in a more private venue.”

Max gave her a small sympathetic smile. “Bad time to mention that you appear to have similar approaches to confronting people who are avoiding you?”

Marinette glowered at him, but only slightly. He wasn’t wrong. She was usually the one doing the avoiding, but if she had to confront someone who was proving elusive, such as when she had approached M. Fox the first time, it was an approach she would take. Didn’t mean she liked it. Either the tactic or the similarity in thinking process… or maybe she did like the similarity. It was a link to him. A subconscious, constant, unchanging connection to her biological father.

“I just mean to point out that if you do think alike, then you can anticipate his next moves and plan accordingly. You can use it to your advantage. You’re Harry Potter to his Voldemort,” Max offered with a supportive smile.

Marinette blinked a few times before turning to him wide eyed. “Did you just compare your boss, my biological father, to Voldemort?”

Max’s eyes widened in realization. “I… no… I… what I meant…”

He was cut off by Marinette’s laughter. It took several minutes for the laughter, loud enough to draw the attention and gawking of employees passing them by as they made their way into work, to die down enough for her to eke out words. “First a snake, now Voldemort. The man cannot get a break.” She wiped away the laughing tears from her eyes. “At least nobody’s compared him to Umbridge yet, so there’s that.”

She finally settled enough to pat Max on the back, her expression still amused, a wide smile on her lips. “Thank you, Max. I’ll consider that.” She turned back to the building and her bright smile dulled until it disappeared.

Max frowned at the change. He was very familiar with Marinette’s anxiety, it was an integral part of who she was. It had been since he first met her. But he had yet to figure out how to get her out of it. Alya and Adrien were always so good at getting her out of her head. What would they do? Max stared at her while he tried to remember how Adrien and Alya responded to Marinette’s anxiety spirals.

They had already reached the front steps before he decided however they would respond that wasn’t him. He pointed out facts then let people make their decisions based on the information. Then they might, or if it were Kim definitely would, make a stupid choice, but at least they had the information beforehand. “If it helps, M. Wayne used to walk through the department twice a day. But the last few days he’s only seen him in the afternoon, so I don’t think he will be there this morning.”

Marinette looked down, tapping her fingers together, avoiding his eyes. She closed her eyes and mentally berated herself. Why was she still such a coward? Avoiding her problems as though that had ever made things better for her. Avoiding Luka after they broke up just made him feel terrible and made her feel like a horrible person. And here she was doing the same thing, like she hadn’t learned a damn thing. She needed to talk to M. Wayne eventually, she knew that, she just didn’t know what to say or how to make it better yet.

She finally looked up guiltily at Max. “I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to see him yet, I haven’t figured out what I want to say, so that does help, knowing I still have time.” She let out a deep breath and squared her shoulders before making her way to the front door.

They slowly made their way to the elevator, focusing on each other and their path to the elevators, pretending like they didn’t see the people staring at her and whispering to each other. Once they were alone on the elevator, nobody to overhear their conversation, Max spoke up. “Maybe,” Max started quietly, “maybe, you don’t need to know what you want to say. Maybe you should let him say what he wants to say and go from there.”

He looked up at Marinette, a slight furrow in his brow. “From what you and Adrien said, it sounds like he may have some questions or may want to apologize. You had the last word, perhaps it would be most appropriate and in spirit of the rules of conversation to allow him the first in the next conversation.”

Marinette nodded at his reasoning. He was right. M. Wayne likely had a lot of questions and she hadn’t exactly let him have a say in their last conversation, perhaps it was only fair to allow him to have his say this time. She gave him a resolute nod and stood up straighter. “You’re right, Max. I should let him decide the next steps. I decided the last ones.”

Max turned and shook his head. “No. That is not what I am saying.” He looked her in the eyes for a moment before looking away and fixing his glasses. “What I meant to insinuate is it doesn’t have to all be on you. You don’t have to take responsibility for everything. There are two people in the conversation, in the relationship. You don’t have to take responsibility for moving either forward. He is responsible as well. You shouldn’t take it all on your shoulders.”

Marinette opened her mouth to say something but closed it quickly, not entirely sure what she wanted to say to that. She was saved from having to respond by the elevator doors opening. She stepped off and turned to Max with a plastered on smile. “Ready?”

Max looked down into his bag and raised his eyebrows at Markov as he stepped off the elevator. Markov displayed down-turned eyes and a frown. “Right, well,” Max started, much too loudly. He stood up tall and adjusted his glasses as Markov flew up next to him. “I promised to show you around the department. Come on, they’ve made some great progress. You should see the plans. You might have insights on the different directions we’ve been considering.”

The tour was short, it wasn’t a large department, but extremely enlightening. They were already making great progress. There was a mountain of failed prototypes with in depth analytic reports on their development and why they failed, ways to change it for the next attempt. There weren’t many employees in the department and they all smiled at Max and Markov as they passed and gave friendly nods. It seemed like nobody was upset that their former head of the department had been ousted and had welcomed Max with open arms.

“Ms. Dupain Cheng,” Lucius called out, making his way off the elevator and toward her and Max. He smiled warmly at Marinette and clasped her hand between his to shake it. “It’s been too long.”

Marinette chuckled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “It’s been like three days since we talked.”

Lucius grinned. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint that reminded her of the sweet older men who would come into the bakery and “flirt” innocently with her maman and her when she was older but then wax poetic about their wives, their entire faces brightening when their wives joined them. “Like I said, too long.” He chuckled along with Marinette and backed up a step. “Thank you for meeting me here. I trust Mr. Kante and Markov showed you around the department and pointed out your office.”

“They have,” Marinette looked at Max and Markov with a smile. “It looks like they’re in good hands. I don’t think I’ve seen Max this giddy since he got a tour of CERN.”

“That is great to hear. And did he run over the different options we’ve been discussing?” Lucius motioned toward the white board and neatly stacked piles of reports on the tables next to the board.

“He did,” Marinette assured him, her face turning serious as she looked at the piles of reports.

“Very briefly,” Max added.

Marinette kept her eyes focused on the whiteboard, looking over the bullet points of their conversations. “They are very ambitious plans. It will certainly be a challenge for designing and a lot to consider.”

“In any way in particular?” Lucius prompted.

Marinette considered his question for a few moments and looked between Max and Lucius. Max nodded to her. She nodded back. “If you're talking about changing the rigidity of the fabric, then I’ll need to consider how that will affect the shape. If I have it molded to a person's body when it's soft, when it gets stiff it won’t bend the same way, so it’ll lose that shape. I’d have to figure out how to make it still work.

“We should really discuss intentions for the clothes so I can design appropriately and we can make sure there is a market for the clothes.” Lucius looked at her curiously. “How large of a difference are you thinking? Because the larger the difference, the more difficult to design, but also to wear. Unless you have some way that you're keeping it in shape regardless of how rigid it is. So you need to figure out if that is an important issue for you or not. Also, thread.”

“Thread?” Max blinked a few times

“Thread,” Marinette repeated with a curt nod. “The thread I use on say silk is a lot more delicate than the thread I use on jeans or leather. Those materials are stiffer and harder and need thicker thread to hold them. But I can't use thicker thread on things like silk because it weighs the fabric down too much and ruins the shape, so you need to think about the thread. It needs to be something that can work with delicate fabric but will still hold without breaking when the fabric changes.

“Also color. If you are going to change the fabric color, then the thread will likely have to change as well.” She looked between the two men. Max was staring toward the white board with the algorithms on it in contemplation. Lucius pursed his lips as he looked at the desk. Marinette rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. “But that’s just off the top of my head. I can come up with more insightful once I’ve had more time to think.”

“That is quite a lot to consider,” Lucius nodded, finally looking back at her. “Those are important points we hadn’t yet considered but will have to be incorporated immediately. Thank you. I would very much like to discuss this further, but with more of the project involved and give you time to review some materials. Would you be available on Monday? That should give us and you time to prepare to discuss the options.”

Marinette frowned and pulled out her phone to see her calendar. “That should work.” She scoffed and waved her phone helplessly. “I pull this out like I’ve been putting anything in my calendar on it. We’re in Metropolis this weekend. I should be back by Monday.”

“Monday it is,” Lucius agreed. “Now that that is settled, I’d like to talk about logistics, setup, and ask a few questions up in my office.”

Marinette’s smile immediately dropped. She froze, her eyes widening. “Oh… um… That sounds…”

Lucius looked around the room to see who was looking their way and who might be listening in. He lowered his voice until only she and Markov could her and leaned slightly closer. “Mr. Wayne hasn’t been in before noon the last few days. I happen to know he has asked his PA to reschedule his morning appointments for today as well.” He shrugged and leaned back, keeping his voice low. “No real importance to that information just that there’s nobody up there with whom I can drink tea and it is about tea time for me.”

Marinette let out a small breath and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’d love tea.”

Lucius motioned toward the elevators. “Shall we?” He fell into step beside her. “We assume you won’t spend much time in your office, but it is fully equipped in case you would like to use it or split your time.”

“Thank you,” Marinette nodded lightly. “I haven’t decided what I want to do yet.” She looked up at him uncertainly. “Or what the contract would allow.”

Lucius grinned as he walked off the elevator on the executive floor. “It is a partnership with a designer, not employment. You are working with us, not for us. As long as we can contact you and get the fabric to you, we will allow whatever you need, Ms. Dupain Cheng.” He nodded to Bruce’s PA.

“Mr. Fox,” Bruce’s PA called out. “I wanted to double check that the new time works for your meeting today with Mr. Wayne.”

“Yes, Mr. Cortland. The new time is fine. I’ll be in my office for a bit. Can you send someone to bring in some tea for us please?” Mr. Cortland nodded and sat back down, picking up the phone to make the arrangements. Lucius opened his office door and motioned for Marinette to enter. After she had taken a seat at the small conference room Lucius watched her with a concerned look for a few seconds. “So is the trip to Metropolis for business or pleasure?”

“A bit of both,” she smiled at him. “Metropolis is one of the places we’re considering moving to so we want to look around and see if it’s some place we would like to live. Really, it’s just touring around the city.”

“You’re still deciding on where you want to live then,” he noted.

Marinette started to respond but paused when a man came in with a tray with a tea kettle and cups. She thanked him and waited until he’d left before speaking more about her plans. “We’re still thinking, yes. We’re not extremely excited to live in New York. Honestly, I think if we like Metropolis well enough this weekend, we might make the decision. Assuming Adrien gets offered the position he applied for, which I am.”

Lucius nodded as he took a sip of tea. He quirked his head to the side as he considered her answer. “Metropolis is certainly more manageable than other options, workwise, I mean. We could still have some in person meetings. Getting fabric to you would definitely be easier than say Paris, but we can push off making a decision on the logistics on that. Until then, let’s make sure you have access to the network. We’ll talk to Mr. Cortland about it when we’re done with our tea.”

Marinette smiled at him and took a sip of her tea. Lucius watched her for a moment, drinking more of his tea as well. “You know,” he started slowly, “Metropolis is close enough, you could choose to live between there and Gotham and be close enough for both of you to commute, him to Metropolis and you to Gotham… if you wanted to base your company here.”

Marinette froze momentarily, her lips perched on the edge of her teacup. She set the cup back down without taking a drink. She stared at drink for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I don’t think basing my operation in Gotham is a good idea,” she said quietly. She looked up at him with a smile and immediately looked away. The smile was supposed to be confident, quirky, not shaky. She took a moment to breathe and refocus.

“I’m trying to build my own brand without depending on M. Wayne. I’m going to face enough criticism and skepticism as it is without setting up my company ten feet from his.” She looked back at Lucius with a steely resolve. “I’ll finish my contract to the best of my ability. I’ll work with you in the future, not doing so would be business suicide, but I think a little bit of space might be good… for us both.”

Lucius gave her an understanding look. He knew something had happened. There was a reason Bruce was no longer coming in in the mornings and looked like Tim after a research bender when he finally did come in, like he had been up all night protecting someone. But he had also seen Tim’s reactions to him, the disappointed, frustrated, annoyed looks and passive aggressive comments about communication. All of which means Bruce was brooding and not talking to Marinette about it.

He swirled the tea in his cup. “You know, Bruce takes protecting those around him very seriously. He’s lost so much and is terrified of losing more. He’d give everything he has, everything he is, to protect someone he loves. But he also takes on all the guilt when he failed.”

Marinette sighed deeply and looked away, her eyes suddenly desolate. “He told you about dinner,” she said quietly.

Lucius frowned at the implications of her statement. He’d guessed Bruce had started brooding because of the Riddler incident, but clearly there was something more going on. “No. I didn’t know about dinner, I just know Bruce. I know his guilty brooding. I also know Tim and his disappointed anger at Bruce.” He leaned in closer toward her conspiratorially despite her not looking at him, hoping it would still get a smile out of her. “I’ve seen it a lot.”

He leaned back with a gentle smile. “So I don’t know what happened, but I know Bruce feels like he failed you. Which means he’s afraid of saying or doing something to make it worse, so he’s probably avoiding you, which is probably making it worse.” He faced her with a frown. “Because the worst thing in his mind is hurting you.”

Marinette continued staring at the cityscape outside the window and took a long sip of her tea. “That’s an awfully proper and long winded way to say ‘he had a reason for being an asshole and you should excuse him for it.’”

“Well, I do strive to be proper,” Lucius chuckled mirthlessly. “But I never said you should excuse him for it. I suppose it's something that the rest of us have learned to accept about him. We put up with it, but that doesn't mean you have to.”

“The problem is…” she quirked her lips as she sought the words to properly express her thoughts, “everyone keeps explaining why he acts the way he does as though that makes it okay, as though there’s some obligation on me because of it. Like understanding it means I have to build a great relationship despite it. But… there has to be trust somewhere in there too, doesn’t there? Understanding, compassion, those are supposed to go both ways, aren’t they? Everyone’s asking me to be more understanding, more forgiving, but nobody’s asking the same of him. It isn’t supposed to be the job of the child to do all the work.”

“He does get asked to do that. You don’t see it, but he is getting asked. I assure you his other children are making their positions clear,” Lucius assured her softly. “And I assure you he knows he isn’t doing what he should, but he is trying.”

Marinette scoffed. “He’s shit at it.” She took a long sip and watched some birds flying outside the window.

“I don’t disagree.” Lucius fought keeping the amused tone out of his voice, but it was a hard fight. “This whole situation is filled with everyone trying to do the right thing but failing… constantly, talking past each other, working past each other, sacrificing parts of yourselves thinking it will help, but it really just hurting everyone. It’s a comedy of errors.”

“Except it’s real life, and in real life it isn’t so funny,” Marinette whispered. She stood up and moved to the window, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.

“No, it isn’t,” Lucius agreed softly. He quietly rose up and stood next to her at the window, keeping his gaze focused outside the building. “Real life is work. Real life is hard. Real life hurts. Real life is less than ideal almost always. This situation isn’t ideal, but it doesn’t have to be abysmal either. You can choose to make the best of it.”

“But what’s the best that this situation can be?” Her voice was so quiet Lucius almost didn’t hear it.

“That is up to you and Bruce to decide.”

“It’s not just us though, is it?” she noted quietly.

“This part is,” Lucius assured her. “This part is just between you two. Your relationship with your siblings is separate and you can work that part out with them. One doesn’t have to affect the other.” He chuckled lightly, his eyes unfocusing slightly as he remembered something. “The other children have proved that well enough.”

She looked out to the skyline again, letting his words settle in, considering what they meant and if she believed them. “How do you forget? How do you move on?”

Lucius shook his head gently. “Moving on isn’t about forgetting. It’s about learning and adapting.”

Marinette finally looked over at him, her eyes pleading, looking more lost than he had seen her look before. “But what’s my lesson? What is it I’m supposed to learn here?”

Lucius’ lips turned up into a sympathetic smile. He laid a hand on her shoulder. “I can’t answer that.”

She shook her head and looked out the window again. “Because the only thing I see so far is that I shouldn’t trust M. Wayne. That I’m never going to be…” she sighed heavily and looked down. She took another deep breath and looked back up. “Weren’t there setup issues we had to resolve?”

Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, compassion shining in his eyes. “Yes we do,” he nodded lightly allowing her to change the subject. He patted her on the back and encouraged her toward the door. “Let’s get you in the system so you have access to the building and a secure email. We’ll order a laptop for you too so you can access the documents on the network.”

“Mr. Cortland,” he called out. “Can you get Ms. Dupain Cheng set up with a secure laptop with access to the network and the basic programs installed, please? And request an email for her.”

“Of course, sir,” David nodded to Lucius and started typing.

“Did you say Dupain Cheng,” a new voice spoke up. Marinette picked up on the excitement and interest in his voice with extreme apprehension. Marinette whipped around to the new voice. She looked over to Lucius to see how he responded. Her shoulders relaxed when she saw his easy smile.

“Mr. Dowd,” he held his hand out to him, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Dowd gave him a bright smile. Marinette stared at him curiously. He was about her age and was too excited and happy to be an employee. Not that the Wayne Enterprises employees she’d come across so far hadn’t seemed happy or excited about their projects, but they had a professional demeanor that Mr. Dowd didn’t seem to share. “It’s always good to see you. How’s Luke?” He looked between the two of them though his eyes lingered on Marinette as if waiting until it was polite to start talking with her.

Lucius chuckled. “He’s doing well. He is supposed to come visit next weekend. I’d like to say it’s because of me, but I believe he has a date or two planned with Ms. Gordon. But let me introduce you to Ms. Dupain Cheng.” He motioned to Marinette. “Mr. Dowd, this is Ms. Dupain Cheng. Ms. Dupain Cheng, this is Mr. Dowd.”

Bernard rolled his eyes. “Please call me Bernard. I’m Tim’s boyfriend. It’s really nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.” He held his hand out to her.

Marinette immediately relaxed and shook it. That explained the excitement and interest. It wasn’t a random person wanting a scoop on the Wayne family, it was someone wanting to get to know his boyfriend’s family. “It’s really nice to meet you. I didn’t even know Tim was dating.” Her eyes widened immediately. “Not that he doesn’t talk about you! I just haven’t had the chance to really talk to him yet.”

Bernard smiled at her for a few seconds. He shifted back and forth on his feet awkwardly. Marinette opened her mouth to tell him she had to get back to work when Bernard spoke up. “Hey, Tim and I were going to get lunch in his office. Want to join us? We were just ordering from the cafeteria because he has a meeting scheduled in like an hour. We can add something for you.”

Marinette looked over to Lucius anxiously. Lucius smiled at her and nodded in understanding. “We don’t have much more to finish, just waiting for the laptop to arrive. There’s no reason for you to sit around and wait. Go ahead.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. That wasn’t what she wanted him to understand! That wasn’t what she was trying to communicate to him. She hadn’t had really talked to Tim and every time they were close he froze up or got so tense she swore he was going to give himself a headache. Spending time with him and his boyfriend while he acted like everything was okay wasn’t going to end well for either one of them. She narrowed her eyes at Lucius. She honestly wasn’t sure if he misunderstood the source of her anxiety or if he knew what it was from the start and decided to ignore it.

Marinette turned to Bernard with a forced smile but it relaxed into a soft smile when she saw how excited he was to spend time with her. “That sounds really nice. Thank you, Bernard. Please call me Marinette.”

“Awesome, Marinette,” Bernard’s grin was a brilliant as Adrien’s and Marinette couldn’t suppress the giggle that came out. He led her toward Tim’s office. “By the end of the day, I’m going to get you to let me call you Mari. That’s the new goal for the day.”

Marinette tried unsuccessfully to suppress a snort. “And what was the old goal?”

“Prove the Miraculous team in France are actually fae,” he answered with conviction. He looked over at her, his face somehow becoming even brighter. “Hey, you’re from Paris, right? Maybe you can help answer some questions for me. This is perfect.”

Marinette stared at him wide eyed, frozen in place until Bernard looped his arm around hers and gently pulled her toward Tim’s office. Marinette chuckled and shook her head. She needed to record this conversation. Alya was going to die laughing.

Chapter 20

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