Desire x fem shy!reader dating please? You know the family meeting the siblings had? During the family meeting while shy!reader is at desire realm, no love triangle but Dream is jealous of desire that they happily have someone special unlike dream with nada and shy!reader gave up mortality for desire just to be with them
Free Will
Desire x reader
Hey! I hope you like this!
I'm sorry it's taking me a while to write requests, but they're so good I can't decide which one to do first so it takes me a bit❤️❤️
You had never thought eternity would feel so quiet.
Desire’s realm pulsed around you in its usual rhythm, warm marble under bare feet, rose-gold light breathing like a living thing. The air itself seemed to adore them. It always had. But today, Desire was absent, summoned to the rarest of events.
A family meeting.
You sat on the edge of a cushioned dais, fingers folded nervously in your lap. Even after everything, after giving up mortality, after centuries spent at Desire’s side, you still felt small in rooms meant for gods.
A ripple passed through the realm.
They were back.
Desire appeared in a spill of red silk and knowing smiles, but the moment their eyes found you, everything else fell away. The smile softened, just for you.
“There you are,” they said, voice warm and indulgent. “I feared my siblings might bore you into nonexistence.”
You stood quickly, almost tripping over your own gown. “I—I didn’t mind. I was just… waiting.”
Their expression shifted, something real beneath the mischief. Desire crossed the space between you and took your hands, thumbs brushing your knuckles.
“You always wait,” they murmured. “Even after you gave up everything.”
Your cheeks warmed. “I didn’t give it up for nothing. I gave it up for you.”
For a moment, Desire of the Endless said nothing.
Then they pressed a kiss to your forehead, reverent and slow.
The family meeting had been exactly as unbearable as Desire predicted.
Destiny, unreadable. Death, kind as ever. Despair lurking in silence. And Dream...
Oh, Dream had noticed.
He had noticed the way Desire spoke of you without mockery. The way their posture changed when your name was mentioned. The way immortality had not dulled your softness, but sharpened it into something rare.
“You seem… settled,” Dream had said, voice carefully neutral.
Desire smiled, wicked and proud.
“I am happy, brother.”
That had been enough to twist the knife.
Dream said nothing more, but you felt it, echoes of longing, of Nada, of love lost and never replaced. You did not revel in it. You only held Desire’s hand tighter.
Later, when the meeting dissolved and realms reclaimed their rulers, Desire lingered longer than usual beside Dream.
“You could have had this,” Desire said lightly, though their eyes were sharp. “You still could.”
Dream looked away.
“I would not ask someone to give up their mortality for me.”
Desire’s voice softened.
“I did not ask.”
Back in the realm, you sat beside Desire on a balcony overlooking endless devotion.
“You were quiet,” you said softly.
They leaned into you, resting their head against yours. “My siblings forget that love is not a game to everyone.”
Your fingers trembled slightly as you laced them with theirs. “Do you ever regret it? That I’m… like you now?”
Desire turned, cupping your face, eyes glowing with something dangerously sincere.
“Never,” they said. “You chose me. Not because I tempted you. Not because I tricked you.”
They smiled gently.
“But because you loved me.”
You nodded, shy even now. “I still do.”
Desire kissed you then, not possessive, not cruel. Just warm. Just yours.
And for the first time in eternity, Desire of the Endless wanted nothing more than to keep you exactly as you were.
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The Dreaming was not a place you visited often.
It felt colder than Desire’s realm, less alive, more deliberate. The sky above you was a deep, shifting blue, scattered with stars that felt like thoughts half-finished. You stood near a reflecting pool, hands folded nervously in front of you, trying not to fidget.
You had not noticed him arrive.
“Thank you for coming.”
Dream’s voice was calm, but there was weight behind it, the kind that came from eons of responsibility. You turned quickly, dipping your head in a small bow out of instinct.
“My lord Dream. I—Desire said you wished to speak with me.”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, black cloak whispering against the stone. “I wished to speak with you alone.”
Your heart fluttered, not with fear, but with uncertainty. You had faced monsters in your mortal life with less apprehension than standing before him now.
Dream studied you for a long moment. His eyes were not unkind, just searching.
“You were mortal,” he said at last. “And now you are not.”
You nodded. “Yes.”
“And you reside in Desire’s realm. At their side.”
“Yes.”
His gaze sharpened slightly. “I must ask you something. And you must answer me honestly.”
Your fingers curled into your sleeves. “I will.”
Dream paused, as though choosing his words with care.
“Are you there of your own free will?” he asked.
“Or are you bound by my sibling’s… influence?”
Your breath caught.
You had expected anger. Accusation. Perhaps even scorn.
Instead, there was concern.
You swallowed and lifted your eyes to meet his — a small but determined motion.
“I know what Desire is,” you said softly. “I knew before I chose them.”
Dream said nothing.
“They didn’t trick me,” you continued, voice trembling but steady. “They never forced me. They offered. I decided.”
Your hands unclenched, one trembling slightly.
“I loved them as a mortal,” you said. “And I love them now. I gave up my mortality because I wanted a life that could stand beside theirs, not because they asked me to.”
Silence fell between you.
Dream turned away, pacing once, then stopping near the pool. The surface rippled, reflecting images you didn’t recognize, memories, perhaps. Losses.
“Nada,” he murmured, barely audible.
You didn’t interrupt.
“At one time,” Dream said slowly, “I believed love was something to be endured. Or sacrificed.” He looked back at you. “You chose differently.”
You hesitated, then spoke gently. “You loved her very much.”
“Yes,” he said. “And I lost her.”
He straightened then, the weight lifting just slightly from his shoulders.
“But that loss is not yours,” he said. “Nor is it Desire’s.”
Dream stepped closer and inclined his head, not a bow, but a gesture of acknowledgment.
“You are not enthralled,” he said. “You are not bound.”
Relief bloomed in your chest.
“What you and my sibling share is… real,” Dream admitted. “Rare, for us.”
He met your eyes once more.
“I wish you happiness,” he said. “Both of you.”
You smiled, small, shy, but sincere.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Dream turned away, cloak billowing as the Dreaming began to dissolve around you.
“One more thing,” he said without looking back.
“Yes?”
“Should Desire ever cease to deserve your devotion,” he said evenly, “you may always walk away.”
Your voice was steady when you answered.
“I know,” you said. “That’s why it matters.”
Dream paused.
Then, for the first time, he smiled, just barely.
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Desire’s realm welcomed you back like a held breath finally released.
The light was warmer here, the air sweeter, as though it recognized you and was pleased you had returned. You had barely taken three steps onto the marble when Desire appeared before you, lounging against a pillar in a cascade of crimson silk.
“Well?” they asked, eyes glittering. “Did my taciturn brother frighten you terribly?”
You paused, then shook your head. “No. He was… kind.”
Desire blinked.
“…Kind,” they repeated, amused. “Are you certain you spoke to Dream and not some particularly solemn librarian?”
You couldn’t help it, a small laugh slipped out before you covered your mouth, embarrassed.
“He just wanted to make sure I was here because I chose to be,” you said softly. “That you hadn’t… compelled me.”
Desire straightened, expression sharpening for half a heartbeat. “And did you tell him?”
You nodded. “Everything.”
They crossed the distance between you in a blink, fingers lifting your chin gently. “And?”
You met their eyes, warmth blooming in your chest. “He believed me.”
Desire’s smile this time was not sharp or dangerous, it was radiant.
“Oh,” they said. “That is satisfying.”
They drew you closer, one arm looping around your waist. “Did he scold you? Threaten me? Swear eternal vigilance?”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “He wished us happiness.”
For once, Desire had no clever reply ready.
Their thumb brushed absentmindedly over your hip, grounding, affectionate. “Well,” they said at last, voice softer, “that’s… unexpectedly mature of him.”
You hesitated, then added, “He said that if you ever stopped deserving me… I could leave.”
Desire laughed, a rich, delighted sound. “Bold of him to assume I would ever give you reason.”
They leaned down, forehead resting against yours. “But I’m glad he said it,” they murmured. “Because it means he understands.”
Your fingers curled into the fabric of their sleeve. “He does.”
Desire tilted their head, eyes gleaming with mischief now. “So,” they said lightly, “after facing one Endless sibling in a realm of nightmares, do you require comfort?”
You flushed. “I—maybe.”
“Excellent,” Desire said, pleased. “I happen to be exceptionally good at that.”
They kissed you then, slow and warm, a promise rather than a claim. When they pulled back, their smile turned teasing.
“You know,” they murmured, “most mortals would have fled screaming after a private audience with Dream.”
You smiled shyly. “I had something worth coming back to.”
Desire’s expression softened utterly.
“Oh, my dear,” they said, pulling you into their arms. “You always do.”
perchance desire x reader where they're helping reader fall back asleep after a nightmare? much love xx
Not While I'm Around
Desire x reader
Merry Christmas!!! And blessed yule!!
You wake with a gasp, breath tangled in your chest, sheets twisted tight around your legs. The dream dissolves too slowly, shadows clinging to your thoughts, echoes of fear still humming beneath your skin. Your heart won’t slow. Your room feels too large. Too empty.
Then, warmth.
Not a touch at first. A presence.
“Oh,” a familiar voice purrs softly, amusement brushed with concern. “That looked unpleasant.”
You don’t need to look to know who it is. Desire is never subtle, not even when they’re trying to be gentle. They’re draped lazily at the edge of your bed, candlelight catching on gold and crimson, eyes bright and knowing as they drink you in.
“I—” Your voice cracks. You swallow. “I had a nightmare.”
Desire’s expression shifts, ever so slightly. The teasing curve of their mouth softens, their head tilting as if you’ve intrigued them in a new way.
“Well,” they say, rising with fluid grace, “that simply won’t do.”
The mattress dips as they sit beside you. This time, they touch you, two fingers brushing your wrist, light as a thought. Warmth spreads instantly, grounding, as if your body recognizes them before your mind can catch up.
“Breathe,” Desire murmurs. “Slowly. For me.”
You do. In… and out. Their thumb traces idle circles against your pulse, perfectly in time with your breath. The racing in your chest eases, inch by inch.
“It felt so real,” you whisper. “Like I couldn’t wake up.”
Desire laughs quietly. “Dreams often forget their place.” Their hand slides up, cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward theirs. Their eyes glow, soft now, hypnotic. “But you’re awake. You’re here. And you’re not alone.”
Their forehead rests against yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of their skin, smell something sweet and dangerous and comforting all at once.
“Tell me,” Desire says gently, “what do you need to sleep again?”
You hesitate only a moment. “Stay.”
A slow smile blooms, satisfied, fond, possessive.
“Always such a delightful answer.”
They lie back beside you, drawing you effortlessly against them. One arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into their chest. It’s steady there. Solid. Safe in a way that feels unfair for an Endless to be.
Desire’s fingers comb through your hair, unhurried. Each stroke seems to smooth the edges of your thoughts, dulling the remnants of fear until they’re nothing more than distant static.
“No more nightmares,” they murmur. “Not while I’m around. I won’t allow it.”
Your eyelids grow heavy. The room dims, the shadows curling back into something calm and obedient. Desire hums softly, low, rhythmic, vibrating through you like a lullaby written just for your bones.
As sleep pulls you under, you feel their lips brush your temple.
“Sweet dreams,” Desire whispers. “Dream of things you want.”
And this time, when you drift back into sleep, the darkness is kind.
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Sleep takes you gently this time, wrapped in warmth and want and the steady presence of Desire beside you.
They wait until your breathing evens out completely.
Only then do they move.
Desire slips from the bed without disturbing you, the room dimming as their form sharpens into something more divine, more dangerous. The softness drains from their expression, replaced by a cold, glittering resolve.
“No,” they murmur to the shadows. “That will not happen again.”
The world folds.
Dreaming opens around them, endless pale sands, impossible skies, the architecture of thought itself. Desire walks through it as if they own the place (which, irritatingly, they half do). The realm reacts, bristling at their presence.
Dream stands at the far edge of the shore, cloaked in darkness and stars, helm tucked beneath his arm. He does not turn, but he knows.
“You rarely visit without an audience,” Dream says calmly. “To what do I owe this intrusion?”
Desire smiles, slow and sharp.
“You sent them a nightmare.”
Dream turns then, eyes like distant galaxies, ancient, weary, unreadable. “Dreams are not punishments. Nor are they given out of spite.”
“Oh, spare me,” Desire snaps, closing the distance between them in a blink. “It frightened them. Shook them. That makes it my concern.”
Dream’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “You grow attached.”
Desire’s eyes flare.
“I am attached.”
The Dreaming trembles, sand lifting, stars flickering, as Desire steps into Dream’s space, defiant and incandescent.
“They are not a lesson. Not a tool. Not collateral in whatever brooding moral exercise you’re conducting this century,” Desire continues, voice low and dangerous. “They are mine.”
Dream exhales slowly, the sound like wind through graves.
“You know I do not target mortals without reason.”
“And you know,” Desire counters sweetly, “that I don’t ask twice.”
Silence stretches between them, thick with centuries of rivalry, resentment, and things neither will ever say aloud.
At last, Dream looks away.
“I will not send them nightmares,” he says. “Not intentionally. Their dreams will be… gentler.”
Desire studies him, searching for deception. Finding none, their posture relaxes just a fraction.
“Good,” they say. Then, with a wicked little tilt of their head: “Because if they wake afraid again, I’ll make you regret it.”
Dream meets their gaze, unflinching. “Your threats have not changed.”
Desire laughs softly. “Neither has my follow-through.”
Without another word, they turn and vanish, the Dreaming settling behind them like a held breath finally released.
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Desire returns just before dawn, slipping back into your room as quietly as desire itself.
You stir, but do not wake, as they curl around you once more, possessive and protective, one hand splayed over your heart as if daring the universe to try again.
“No more nightmares,” they whisper against your hair, voice fierce with promise. "Not while I around.”
And somewhere, far away, even the King of Dreams keeps his word.
Words: 12,609. Please do not hate me. I put markers to where you can stop and continue later
Warnings: Some pining. Little bit of angst. Definitely some fluff. And as you should know by now, smut. Unusual dirty talk in the sense that it is more romantic than dirty. Hopefully it gets you going though.
summary: the ending of Alex’s story is changed slightly to where the reader finds him before Detective Loki does
pairing: Alex Jones x reader
word count: 1,004
warnings: mentions of severe abuse, please be warned that this will cover very triggering subjects, mention of kidnapping
The dilapidated building behind the liquor store caught your eye. You were always told to avoid places like that. Your mother’s words echoed in your head as you stopped by the side of it, looking up at the boarded-up windows.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you hear the soft cries of someone from the upper level. Your mind kicks into overdrive as you go in through the window, desperate to help the poor soul who was crying out for help.
You follow the voice towards the top floor, into a dirty bathroom with a broken sink and a wooden fortress surrounding the shower.
“H- Hello? Is someone there?”
You almost miss the quiet voice on the other end of the wood as you look around for a way to break it down. Your head lowers to the small hole that was most likely a way for communication or breath to escape.
“Yes, hello. I’m here. I’m gonna get you out of here.”
Your gaze wanders over to a hammer that if used properly, could help your situation. With careful hands, you pick up the tool and begin to slam the back end of it into the edge of the wood pieces. You weren’t as strong as you thought but you managed to get a piece of it loose.
You tugged the piece free, pulling it back enough for the man to escape. He staggers back as you help him stand. He winces at the sudden filtration of light in the window.
You gently grab his hand as you lead him towards the door. Your hand shaking as you dial 911 on your phone.
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The man you met you now understood was named Barry, formerly Alex, had been reunited with his mother. She thanked you for your relentless pursuit to help a stranger in need.
Barry was so incredibly grateful to you, he didn’t want you to leave.
“Hey, Barry, could I help you bathe? I could wash your hair for you. Help you relax a little.”
His lips quirk up into a smile as he nods, leading you towards the old fashioned bathroom in his mother’s old house. He hadn’t been home in 26 years and he still remembered where everything was. It boggled your mind how depraved someone could be, never getting a proper education and lacking the skills to function at their age.
Your heart called out to him as he took off his glasses, nervously smoothing down his hair.
“Can you undress for me? I’ll close my eyes, I promise.” You hold out your pinky to him as he takes it in his own, interlocking your fingers.
As he undresses, you fill the tub with lukewarm water. You can’t imagine how fearful he must be after having water of extreme temperatures sprayed on him in a false accusation.
Once he gets in, you find a soft sponge that his mother had given you along with some soap. You gently dip the sponge into the water before bringing it up and wiping away the dirt from his face.
Your eyes scan over the bloodshot ones of his own, a red ring around his piercing green eyes.
To keep him comfortable, you give him a smile to ensure that he doesn’t have any reason to be afraid of you.
You continue your work on his shoulders before putting some soap on the sponge and working away at the dirt that he was covered in. Your hands shake slightly as you wipe his face off. Why would someone do such a thing to an innocent person? In the end, he just turned out to be bait.
You picked up the shampoo in your hand and began to work it through his hair, paying careful attention to his scalp.
He sighs softly at your motions as you lightly pour the water from the bath over his head. After all of your scrubbing, the water had turned a murky color. You ended up draining it and replacing it with some fresh water.
After he was clean, you finished off with a bit of conditioner. Your fingers worked deftly to untangle his long hair. You poured the water over him once more before handing him a towel.
“Can you take it from here? I’ll just be outside.”
You stand up from where you were sitting and step outside of the bathroom door, closing it to give him privacy.
Tears flooded your eyes as you scrubbed at the dirt and dried blood under your fingernails. You had to force yourself to push back the thoughts and images of that boy when you found him.
He gently knocked on the door once he was fully dressed. You had to go buy him a new pair of clothes since his mother only had clothing that would fit a seven year old.
You opened up the door, looking over his appearance. His large glasses stuck out to you.
“You look so much better, Barry. I’m glad you finally got to go home.”
He smiles at you as you give him a hug. It was late now, roughly 9 P.M. You wanted to stick around for him but you had to get home at some point.
“Could you help me to bed?” His soft and gentle voice pulls you from your thoughts.
“Of course I can, sweetie.”
He leads you to a couch where he was going to sleep since his bed was no longer big enough for him. You helped him under the covers as he took off his glasses, setting them down.
“Thank you, (Y/N). You’re very nice.”
“You’re very welcome, Barry. You deserve nothing less than kindness.”
Your lips press a soft kiss to his forehead before you stand up and grab your purse.
“What would you say if I came back here tomorrow? Would you like that?”
In the dark room, you can still make out his smile as he nods his head.
You say goodbye to his mother before leaving to go back home.
looking for keller - reader x alex jones (platonic)
synopsis: the reader has a vengeful spirit towards keller for what he did to barry. reader visits barry at the hospital and begins to have a change of heart.
word count: 945
cw: cursing, descriptive injury, angst
I don't know why I showed up at the hospital. It wasn't wise of me; they were just kids. They had nothing to do with this. But that shithead hasn't been seen in over a month. The motherfucker disappeared overnight. The detective might've been finished, and the family may have been at peace, but I was not. Alex lay in his hospital bed, suffering swelling, first-degree burns, severe blood loss; you name it. He was on the brink of death, and for what? Being a victim? Some guy decided almost to kill him because he didn't know the whole story, and I'm not letting that slide.
"What are you doing here?" Detective Loki spotted me in the waiting room.
I got up from the seat and approached him. He took a few steps back. The anger must have been showing in my face, oozing out of my glare.
"Have you heard anything about Keller?"
"Come on. The case is over. Barry is safe now," Loki said.
"Really? You call Barry's condition safe? He'll be more traumatised now than the time he spent with those freaks," I raised my voice, "He was gonna fucking die!"
"Well, he ain't dead, is he?" Loki snapped, immediately recoiling back. I could have killed him on the spot. I really could.
"Look... We're looking for Keller, okay? His wife filed a missing person's report, and once he's found, he'll have to go into questioning. And my bet is he will be convicted of charges due to the evidence we have piled up. He'll get what's coming to him," Loki assured.
Keller never realised he started a chain of vengefulness with his actions. He beat up Barry to find his daughter. Now I was going to get him for hurting him. Wherever he is, I'll find him. He could be right under our noses for all we knew.
"I trust you'll do your job well, Detective," I said, stepping further away until I was leaving. Loki only made eye contact once I turned a corner down the hall.
Alex was stirring in his bed when I arrived. He was in another hospital on the other side of town. Mrs Milland sat by his side, a melancholic look on her tired face. When she was reunited with her son, I found it challenging to explain my connection with him. He was like a brother to me. I tried my best to protect him. She never blamed me for what happened to him. She said, "We can't all play God." But I blamed myself. I should've been there for him.
"Do you want a moment alone with him? I'll go get us some food," Mrs Milland said, patting my shoulder on the way out.
"Barry?" I called. I approached him by his bedside, taking his hand into mine. My touch made his eyes flutter open to the best of his ability. They were still swollen, and he found it hard to see. He knew who I was from my voice, flexing his soft grip on my hand.
The sight of him was hard to witness. My eyes grew warm, and tears began to drip down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away, taking a big inhale of air, trying to hold them back. My jaw quivered, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Before I realised it, I was crying in Alex's arms.
"I'm so sorry . . ." I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Barry. I tried to find you, I . . . had to find you,"
Alex was too weak to comfort me. I didn't expect him to do anything. How selfish of me to cry when he was in this situation. If I found him, saved him, killed the son of a bitch that hurt him, he would not be broken. I sniffed back my tears; my eyes glared at the mid-air.
"I'll kill him. I'll kill that fucker for what he did to you," I muttered, my voice like venom.
Alex began to open his mouth, struggling to speak. I leaned in closer so I could hear him. His vocal cords croaked. I was there patiently.
"Don't . . . Hurt . . . Anyone,"
I extend my head back, studying his face. His grip on my hand tightened, but his thumb soothingly stroked my fingers.
"He . . . Needs . . . Child,"
I put the pieces together in his speech. Don't hurt anyone. Keller needs his child. Does he mean I shouldn't hurt him so he can be with his kid?
"Barry, he hurt you. He nearly killed you. I- I can't let that slide,"
I saw a glint through his swollen slits as I stared into his eyes. He shook his head as gently as he mustered and stroked my hand.
"Let go," He muttered. Talking began to drain his energy. He rested his head deeper into the pillow, closing his eyes completely. I sat there for a moment, pondering his words. Tears fell from my eyes again, but I was too deep in thought to sob. He didn't want me to hurt Keller. He practically begged me not to. He used the little energy he had to tell me that.
"As you wish," I whispered, planting a small kiss on his forehead.
That night I stayed by his side. I never let go of his hand. I planned to hunt for Keller that night. I even had the weapons to equip me in the back of my trunk. Instead, I did what Barry wished. I let go. Of my anger, my rage, my thirst for revenge. Instead, I stood by his side because I would never let go of him.
People In Love Make Me Feel Yuck - Brian (Fast Food Nation)
People In Love Make Me Feel Yuck - Drenge
Warnings: F!Reader, Little bit of troubled home life, Alcoholic dad trope etc, Brian being gross lol.
Notes: He's definitely kind of an asshole but just in a stinky way. Might do a part 2. Wordcount: 4,164
"Give me your fucking money then, I'm not paying for your lame asses," you complained from your seat at the table at Mickey's. You had no idea why you were spending your Wednesday night at a fast food diner with people you hated, but you had just moved to Cody, Colorado and it seemed better to have them as friends than enemies. The popular kids, you supposed you would call them, but they weren't really popular. Like most 'popular' kids, it seemed like everyone who wasn't one of them hated them. It made sense, they were assholes.
You gathered up the dollars they thrust in your direction, half remembering everyone's orders. No, Casey, I'm not asking for your coffee freezer with skim milk. We're at a fucking Mickey's. You jumped slightly, feeling the guy next to you rub his hand along your thigh. You grabbed a hold of his wrist, making a point of removing it from your leg and giving it back to him.
"Aw, com'on," he laughed, leaning closer to me. "You know I like you right?"
You looked at him full in the face, unimpressed. Zach, his name was. He was on the football team or something. You hadn't really followed. All you had picked up was that he was some kind of mega jock, lots of girls fancied him and Casey had marked him as her territory, maybe by peeing all over him. He had broad shoulders, sandy blond hair and his eyes were too close together, making his head look strangely too wide for his face.
"You met me two days ago, man," you pointed out, and he just shrugged with a somewhat cocky look on his face, leaning back so you could squeeze past him to go order, but not bothering to get of the seat so it would be easy for you. You rolled your eyes as you went to go to the till.
Brian glanced around the kitchen as soon as he spotted you approaching. Shit. Where was Amber, or Andrew, or somebody else to take orders? He hated doing it with a passion, let alone for those stupid assholes at his school. He hadn't seen you before, at least he didn't think he had. You were hot, definitely, way too hot for him, but he didn't really care. Based on the people you were hanging around he doubted you'd get along. Yet another asshole in a group of assholes.
You came up to the till and he pretended not to see you, hoping you'd give up, or one of the others would come back, but he had no such luck. The people on your table were being loud, laughing in the background at some funny joke, no longer paying attention to you.
"Hey, man. Can you take my order?" you asked the guy in the kitchen with his back turned to you. He glanced over, finally noticing you, then reluctantly shuffled round to the till, tapping a number in. He looked bored, apathetic. You couldn't blame him, but you kinda liked the way his boredom made his eyelids heavy, an almost sarcastic expression on his face.
"Yeah?" he asked irritably.
"No 'welcome to Mickey's'?" you teased, making him scowl.
"Fuck off, man," he replied. There was a reason he didn't go on the till often.
You gave him the order, kinda skimming over any specifics that you'd been told. Fuck it, they could manage to take the pickles out of their burger, you swore they just liked to make it complicated. You got yourself a Big One, same as most the boys had ordered, mainly because you were absolutely starving.
Brian, as his nametag read, tapped in your order silently, collected your money and then turned and went back in the kitchen to get it ready. You leaned on the counter to wait, unwilling to return to the jerkoffs you'd come in with.
Andrew still hadn't come back, and Amber was still on her break, so Brian tossed a load of frozen meat patties on the grill. He kind of liked the sound they made, a sort of ringing clatter. He turned round again, shoveling some fries off the tray into boxes. Andrew had probably gone for a shit, that's why he wasn't back yet. He flipped the burgers and started to put together the buns.
He caught a glance of you stood there, leaning against the counter, watching the clock in the corner, and somehow (despite not being particularly in tune with other's emotions) he could see the exasperation on your face. You didn't seem happy. You seemed out of place. You looked pretty, with your chin in your hand.
One of the guys from your table came up behind you, Zach, the blonde quarterback, and he put his hands either side of your waist. Brian watched you squirm away from him. Brian decided quite quickly that he really hated Zach, so he summoned a globule of spit and let it drop into the burger bun. This wasn't the first time Brian had done that.
"Zach, don't touch me man," you told him sternly, clearly not interested in his advances. He ignored your comment.
"I came to help you carry the food over," he replied, and it really seemed as though he thought that meant you owed him something.
"Yeah, well it's not ready yet. Go sit back down," you retorted. Zach was unfazed. His hand attempted to grab at your waist again and you smacked it away. You caught Brian watching you through the kitchen and pulled an annoyed face. He looked down quickly, avoiding your eyes, but you swear you caught him smile.
"How am I supposed to get to know you better if you keep telling me to leave you alone?" Zach asked, like he'd really done something clever and charming. You sighed.
"Maybe I don't want to know you better, sit down please," you told him honestly. He grinned, misinterpreting your reply as a joke.
"Ah, I see. Playing hard to get," he chuckled. He raised his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll sit down if that's what you want."
Thankfully he returned to his seat, although Casey and her friend Leah were both giving you bitchy looks as though you had anything to do with his flirting.
Brian placed the food order in front of you and you began picking it up, reaching for the Big One he'd just placed down. He quickly reached his hand out, grabbing yours to stop you picking it up. You looked at him perplexed, wondering why an earth a random Mickey's employee was suddenly holding your hand.
"Not that one," he said, letting go of your hand quickly. He hadn't meant to do that. He suddenly felt quite hot.
"What?" you asked, completely confused. He looked over to the table to see if anyone was paying attention, but they all seemed distracted.
"I just hawked a loogie into it," he admitted, embarrassed.
"Why?" came your response, and it caught him off guard. He had expected disgust or annoyance, some kind of kick off or at least a grossed out look, but instead you just queried the thinking behind his actions.
"It's for Zach," he told you, hoping you wouldn't be offended. As much as he might be spiteful towards the popular group, you were still a pretty girl and he didn't really want you to have reason to dislike him.
To his surprise, you laughed, not loudly, but still a genuine, sweet laugh that kind of made his heart jump around. You took the other Big One and opened it, pulling out the pickles and putting them into a napkin. He watched, wondering what on earth you were doing. You took the burger over to the table, along with the rest of the food.
"Hey, Zach, I think this one's yours. I asked for mine without pickle," you lied, and Zach smiled, taking his food from you. You looked over your shoulder at Brian and winked, leaving him looking at you with an amazed grin, shaking his head and going back into the kitchen.
"Duuuude, that new girl is hot," said Andrew when Brian came back.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Brian replied, incredulous. He was still annoyed he'd been left alone, even if it had given him the opportunity to talk to you.
"I went for a shit, man. What? Am I not allowed to shit at work anymore?"
"You take so long, dude. Besides, she's with those guys. Neither of us have a chance," Brian mumbled, and Andrew rolled his eyes.
"Come on, man. If she came over here right now and said to you 'please, baby, oh my gawwd, bend me over the counter and fuck me' you wouldn't do it?," grinned Andrew, doing a stupid, high-pitched impression and pretending to clutch excessive fake breasts.
"She doesn't talk like that."
"What?"
"I'm just saying, I spoke to her before and she doesn't talk like that," Brian repeated, putting some more chips in the fryer.
"Jeez, what's the matter with you today?" Andrew asked.
"Nothing man, just don't leave me when Amber's not here, I had to do the till."
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You were squished up on the seat next to Zach, which you didn't like, but it was worth it to see him bite into the saliva burger. It was hard to hide your grin in that moment, so you shoved food into your mouth instead. Casey and her friend had been laughing about something, but you weren't really paying attention.
"Hey," she asked you suddenly. You looked up at her. "How come you were talking to the till guy for so long?" she asked, with a sickly smile on her face. Leah stifled a giggle, hitting Casey on the arm as if she just could not believe she said that.
"Huh?" you responded, acting dumb. "He was just worried he got the order wrong," you lied, and she raised an eyebrow. You didn't think it really mattered what you responded, she clearly had a plan.
"I don't know, if you ask me, it looked like you were flirting with him," she smirked, and Leah burst out into peals of laughter.
"Ha, ha. Flirting!" She parroted. "We're you flirting with the greasy guy from Mickey's?"
You hoped Brian couldn't hear her from the kitchen, she was being quite loud and it made you cringe at the idea he would hear her nasty comments because of you.
"Sure, I was flirting with him. Did I not tell you why I moved to Colorado? I'm a raging nymphomaniac. They sent me here because I tried to fuck everyone," you replied dryly, completely nonplussed. Whatever Casey had been trying to do (embarrass you, probably. Make you seem desperate.) it had completely backfired. Zach immediately turned to you, trying to play it cool but you could see the eager look in his eyes.
"Really? Is that true?"
"No," you scoffed, taking your last mouthful of fries and washing it down with your drink. You stood up, grabbing your jacket from the seat. "You people are the worst, I'm gonna go pee."
You walked off, totally done with the group and deciding to never hang out with them again after you got home. You went to the toilet and after washing your hands you pulled out your phone, sending a text to your dad.
R U HOME?
You sighed, hoping they would leave soon so you could get a lift back. That was the agreement, so even if Casey wouldn't drive you, you were fairly sure meathead Zach could be convinced to drop you home. You dropped your phone back into your pocket and ran your fingers across your scalp, ready to go out and face them again.
As you stepped out into the diner immediately something was off. It was quiet. At the table they had all been sat at was just a pile of rubbish. It was almost eerie. It was late, really late, and they had vanished without a trace. You sort of hoped that they'd been abducted by aliens or something, at least, you wouldn't have to be the girl who got ditched at fucking Mickey's, and at most they might get cut open and experimented on.
You gathered up their rubbish, unsure of what else to do, and shoved it into a trash can, then sat down at the table again. You weren't quite sure what to do except wait to see if your dad texted back so you could ask him to pick you up. It was too late to walk back on your own, and your dad's house was on the outskirts of Cody, a small wooden home in the woods. You supposed it was kind of a blessing, they'd probably take the piss if they saw where you lived.
So you waited for a bit, and it was getting later and later and your dad still hadn't replied, so you rang him. He didn't pick up. You rang him again, and swore at your phone as he continued to not answer his. You rang him three more times, no response, and you could see Brian and the other guy in the kitchen were watching you, which made it worse.
"You're a fucking asshole, dad," you muttered under your breath, phone held to your ear as it rang once more. A few lone customers came and went, and it made you self conscious.
Meanwhile, Brain still had his eye on you. He felt bad, obviously. The popular assholes had ditched you, and if he was fully honest with himself, he actually thought you were pretty cool. Him and Andrew had been discussing what to do. This involved Brian watching you and feeling bad whilst Andrew invented a plan in which he offered you a lift home and then somehow fucked you (the part where he actually convinced you to have sex with him was far less concrete than the rest). Brian had prompted him to enact his plan several times, but so far Andrew had not had the balls to approach you.
Then Amber was back, apologetic for taking so long of course. They filled her in on the situation and she kept prodding Brian in the side to try and get him to go over and ask if you were okay. Brian had acted like he didn't care, but in reality he also did not have the balls to approach you.
He wished he hadn't mentioned it to Amber. He felt weird listening to you cuss out your dad when he wouldn't pick up the phone. Every misconception he had when you walked in had been shattered, and now he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to you. You were miles out of his league.
"Brian, I swear, go over right now," Amber told him again, jabbing him hard in the ribs. "Just offer her a ride home. She needs a ride."
"Okay, fine!" he relented, mainly just to stop Amber from poking him in the ribs again because it was really annoying and was starting to hurt.
"Dude, don't steal my plan!" Andrew protested, and Brian rolled his eyes.
"Fine, you go over there then," Brian suggested, moving aside and gesturing the door. Andrew hesitated.
"...I don't think I have enough gas in my car. What if she lives far away?"
"Fucksake, man," sighed Brian, and walked out into the diner to speak to you. He came up to you, wringing his hands awkwardly. How had he gotten so clammy? He didn't know it was possible to be so clammy.
"Dad, you're a fucking asshole," you cursed into your phone again, louder now in your frustration. "Stupid fucking alcoholic son of a bitch." You jumped slightly, spotting Brian had approached.
"Sorry," he apologised immediately, feeling very uncool in his lack of confidence.
"No, it's fine. I can go. I guess you're closing soon, huh?" you replied, dejected at the situation. He shook his head.
"I was actually going to ask if... uh, like, if you wanted a ride home or something?"
You glanced up at him, surprised by the offer.
"Really?" you clarified. He shrugged.
"Yeah, I finish in ten minutes if you don't mind waiting," he suggested. His cheeks were a bit flushed and he hoped you didn't notice. He wasn't used to being this flustered, it made him feel quite vulnerable in front of you. He felt the urge to protect himself.
"Thank you so much."
"Whatever," he mumbled, turning round and immediately walking away. You frowned, but decided not to question it. You were grateful for the ride, it really saved you from having to walk across Cody to get home. You put your phone back in your pocket, moving to sit down at a table closer to the counter. The guy who had been in the kitchen with Brian was staring at you, oblivious to the fact you could see him. You watched Brian elbow him, muttering something, and then they both turned their backs.
A girl came out to the front till, pretty, with dark hair in a low ponytail and a yellow Mickey's visor. She smiled at you kindly.
"Hey, is Brian going to give you a ride home?" she asked you, leaning herself over the counter.
"Um, yeah," you responded, somewhat uncomfortable with the fact everyone was aware you had gotten ditched by the populars.
"Cool." She paused. "He's a nice guy, you know."
"I don't really know him," you reason, fairly enough. She shrugged.
"I'm Amber, by the way," she told you, flicking her name tag. You told her your name back. "How come you moved to Cody?" she asked.
"My parents got eaten by tigers," you joked, deadpan. Amber laughed.
"For real?" she chuckled, disbelieving.
"Nah," you shook your head, not offering her a proper answer. She seemed to forget about the question, which you were thankful for.
"Oh, well if you need anyone to hang out with you can hang out with me, you know, for like, school and stuff," she offered kindly, and you gave her a genuine smile.
"That's really nice, thanks Amber."
"Hey, I'm done now," Brian announced, coming round to the till. "My cars round the back," he mumbled, and you stood up quickly, saying goodbye to Amber and following him out the back exit by the bins somewhat awkwardly. He didn't really speak until you were in the passenger seat of his car, when he asked where you lived and you told him the directions to your dad's place.
"You live out there?" he asked. You brushed him off with a simple nod, and he backed out of the parking lot. Stifled by the silence in the car, you opened his glove box, rifling through the CDs, determined to make some kind of conversation by any means necessary (even if that was by being obnoxiously at-ease).
"What CDs have you got?" you queried, looking through the stack inn your hand.
"Hey, get off of those," he told you, annoyed, but still trying to focus on driving. You looked through, only recognising some. He had some Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, Beastie Boys and Korn.
"I like this album," you pressed on despite his protest, taking out the CD of L.D. 50 by Mudvayne and putting it in the CD Player. Brian continued to look annoyed, but you noticed the slight smile on his face as you turned the radio up slightly when Dig started to play.
"...I didn't think you'd like this kind of stuff," he pointed out after a minute, tapping his fingers on the wheel.
"What was that?" you clarified, doing a bad job of hiding your smug grin.
"I said..." he began, trailing off when he noticed your expression. "Oh you asshole," he laughed, realising you were just trying to get him to admit he'd misjudged you. His hands were so goddamn sweaty, he'd been gripping the wheel so hard he hadn't even noticed, too caught up in his nerves about being in the car with you. He relaxed slightly, hoping you wouldn't touch him at any point, although he didn't know why you would, in case you noticed how hot he'd gotten.
"What did you think I'd listen to?" you questioned, partly joking but also pretty curious.
"I don't know, like, Snow Patrol or some shit."
"That's so fucking rude," you gasped, and Brian chuckled self-consciously.
"I'm sorry, you came in with the worst people in school, what was I supposed to think?" he apologised, still smiling at your reaction. He wasn't normally this comfortable with someone he'd just met. He still felt slightly nervous, in case he made himself look like an idiot in front of you, but mostly he was surprised he liked you this much.
You picked at the edge of the threadbare seat in his car, looking out the window at the streets of Cody. You wondered if you'd start to feel in place soon, but doubted it. The last two weeks had turned your life over on its head.
Brian glanced at you, your head turned away from him as you stared out over the buildings at the trees and mountains in the distance. He could sense you were lost in thought, something sad in the way you focused on everything that passed by on the other side of the glass.
"How come you moved here, then?" he probed, taking the next left towards the outskirts of town.
"I'm on the run from the FDA," you joked, but he could hear the tension in your voice.
"Stop avoiding the question, you did it to Amber before, I heard you," he called you out, and your cheeks flushed hot. He seemed to change his mind on forcing an answer out of you. "You know what, it's your business. Whatever."
You hesitated. You were going to let it lie, but now the awkwardness in the car had returned and you knew you wouldn't make any friends by clamming up. Keeping things to yourself was a bad habit that you had never even tried to not do, but you considered the possibility that maybe by opening up you might actually make a proper friend. Besides, you could tell Brian wasn't the type to give without receiving anything back.
"...Uh... My mom died," you admitted finally, cringing at how blunt you had put it. He looked at you in surprise. "That's why I moved here, to live with my dad, you know?"
"Oh... Shit," he replied simply. "I'm sorry, I guess." You smiled at his awkward response.
"It's okay," you reassured him. "She was ill for ages, it was kind of a relief to be honest. I miss her a lot, but I can't be fucking bothered to go on about it. People die, shit happens, and there's so much shit in the world I'd rather not let my shit mix with everyone else's." You chuckled slightly. "That shit is my mom, you know? Let me fucking have it."
You were conscious you had made him feel awkward, but to your surprise he just grinned.
"Poetic."
You sat back in your seat and smiled. The car was going along the road through the forest now. It was quite nice, you though, the pine trees and the road that ran through them. Maybe living in Cody wouldn't be as bad as you thought. You spotted the light in your dad's driveway.
Brian turned in, and you took off your seatbelt, turning your head to him. You didn't really care that he could see your dad's cabin, you didn't care that he could see the beat up truck in the driveway. He didn't seem to care, and that assuaged any feelings of shame about your living arrangement. He didn't seem pitiful either, and that really warmed your heart. You really didn't want anyone feeling sorry for you.
"Thanks, Brian," you told him, genuinely, opening the door to get out of his car. He smiled slightly, and this time you did notice the slight flush on his cheeks.
"Uh, yeah. No problem. I'll see you round, I guess."
"I hope so."
He watched you go into your house, lingering for slightly longer than he should. He felt oddly elated, almost proud that he'd managed to talk to you for so long. He didn't want to be all soppy about it, but he thought about you the whole way home, about the things you said and even more about the things you didn't. He wondered what there was to find out about you. He wanted to know it all.
When he got home and changed out of his uniform he lay back on his bed, feeling a lot more confident about himself. He texted Amber, wanting to know when he'd get to see you again.
Heyyy!!! Started reading your Edward stuff a little while ago and omg I love your writing! Was wonder if I could possibly request something with our boy Klitzy with a plus size!reader? Maybe Klitz finally has the balls to confess to reader and reader like rly rly likes him back but they’re like “but why me?” cause they’ve never really had anyone like them before? maybe they’re worried Klitz is just prancing them or smth? I’m projecting majorly rn I’m so sorry 😭
A/n: My beautiful lovely anon I deeply apologize for how late this request is, thank u for being my first request I really do hope u enjoy this ( also ur not projecting or anything luv dw )
( big shoutout to my best friend sky for helping me with this 🫶🥺)
Warnings: a hint of angst, both reader and klitz are a bit insecure
From the start~
Tim Klitz x plus size reader
Another year passes by and he still hasn’t uttered those three little words to you. You and Klitz have been friends ever since freshman year when you first came to the school, and being the new kid sucked with no one to talk to, you settled on just giving up. As all hope was lost, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking back at the source, it was a cute but awkward-looking boy with this bowl haircut that his mom most likely did herself and those tiny little glasses that made him look more nerdy than ever. He flinches back as if you were the one who tapped him on the shoulder. He offers you a sheepish smile. His voice cracks a bit before speaking (that made you giggle). "Um, you must be the new student, well, obviously you are since the teacher literally just introduced you”. "Um, ok, that was a dumb question. "Anyways, I’m klitz,” he offered his hand for you to shake while smiling that damn smile, giving you butterflies.
That was how everything started. He introduced you to Matt and Eli (you had to admit you did not like Eli at the start with his crude comments on your body, which made Klitz want to throw hands with him).
But today was the day Klitz felt brave enough to confess to you (also from the constant harassment he gets from his friends to finally confess). He had everything planned out; he had texted you the night before to meet him in this beautiful park. Hopefully the green scenery would be romantic enough for you.
While Klitz was waiting for your arrival, he couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling of you not liking him back. In a way that he liked you, that is. He was ridden with overzealous anxieties about his confession, breaking your friendship apart. Too many what-if's and but's are running through his mind now, making him shake his head to get rid of the thoughts going through his head. As you showed up in the distance, his gaze averted to where you stood. There you were, in all of your glory, looking as breathtaking as ever. Kliz's vision started dissipating, but he drew in a slow, deep breath to keep his cool. In the distance, you saw Klitz standing beside a park bench, detailed with wood and well-constructed metal. You could feel yourself getting nervous as well as he was ever since you got that text message from Klitz. The night before was still plaguing your mind with overthinking, wondering what could have been so important that he would have wanted to meet you at this really nice park all alone. You walked towards him, your hands fidgeting slightly as your eyes scanned the park until they landed upon him. "Hey, Klitzy!" You cheerfully say this despite the nervous churn in your stomach. You might have been thinking that he had finally found out your feelings towards him, which is causing you a bit of panic, wondering what he might think of you. "O-Oh! Hey, y/n, you actually came." Klitz seemed a bit surprised. "H-How are you doing?" “ God, why can't I just talk right for once?" He thought to himself when he spoke nervously, facepalming internally.
You softly laughed at his nervousness, which was reassuring to know that he too was nervous.
"I'm doing great! "What about you?" You said it with a nervous but inviting smile on your face. Your cheeks made your eyes squint slightly whenever you smiled. "I'm good; thank you for asking." His smile was uncertain, but a genuine one at least. His fingers tapped the side of his leg nervously while he looked at you, occasionally looking away.
"It's no problem," You two stood there for a bit until you broke the silence in the park. "So why did you want to meet up?" You asked curiously, hoping that it was something silly like a school project. "Well, um, I-" Klitz's eyebrows tensed slightly, feeling nervous and unsure of his confession. He took in a deep breath, which made you seem a bit confused about what could have gotten him so jumbled up. His eyes were closed for a moment, opening as he exhaled. "I-I know it's a little sudden, but I've always had feelings for you." You could feel your heartbeat quicken just as much as he was starting to when he said these few words. "Ever since we became friends, well, actually ever since I first saw you," Klits let out a nervous laugh in between his speeches. "I've been afraid to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I don't want to be just friends. His face was a bit red as he stumbled over his words. A slight moment of silence was shared while you looked at him with curious, nervous, widened eyes as he confessed to you. "What I'm trying to say is that I like you, y/n."
You stared at him for a bit more as a smirk crept onto your face, starting out with a giggle then progressing into a humbling laugh.
"Wait, why are you laughing?" Klitz's face went from nervous to confused, feeling a bit defeated by your laughter at his confession. It took him a few days to even build up the courage to even invite you to the park in the first place. "What's so funny?" He was genuinely confused about why you would be laughing at him. As your laughter died down, you looked up at Klitz, who wasn't laughing with you; he was looking at you quite hurt and upset with your reaction. "You're joking, right?" You questioned me with a raised eyebrow. "I-" Klitz was looking at you with his mouth slightly open, letting his eyes flutter for a few blinks. "No, I was." He shook his head and sighed sharply before shaking his head. "You know what, never mind." Klitz turned on his heel to walk off before he could make a fool of himself any longer until you grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could storm off anywhere.
"N-No, Klitz Wait, I'm sorry." You holding onto his wrist sent a striking feeling through his spine, making his heart flutter ever more. He turned back to you slowly as the hope in his eyes returned when you stopped him from walking off. "I didn't know if you were joking or not; I never get asked out genuinely." You held onto his wrist a bit longer before he turned back to you, letting go of it when you came face to face with him again. "I wouldn't have thought that someone would really have eyes for me." You muttered under your breath, seeming a bit sorrowful but pleased to know that the person you liked had genuine interest in you. Klitz tilted his head slightly in a bit of confusion. He was still anxious, to say the least, but he was more interested in what you meant, showing a hint of concern for you as well. "What do you mean?" "Well, Im.. y'know." You looked down and shrugged, seeing your body discourage your thoughts on his confession. "Not fit for societal standards." It took him a moment to process what you meant until he had an 'aha' moment, noticing that you were commenting on your body. Klitz was a mess, to say the least. The effect you had on him should be a crime, the way his whole body broke into a cold sweat at the slight attention you so gracefully offered him. Klitz never viewed himself as a good-looking hell; he even considered himself ugly, but seeing you act this way baffles him. Who wouldn't want to be with you? You always found ways to light up a room with your presence alone, always finding ways to make him feel better about himself. It upsets him greatly to know you don't view yourself the way he sees you because you're anything but special. He could still recall the day he first laid eyes on you, as if Cupid flew in and shot an arrow through his beating heart. "Y/N, you are beautiful; you don't have to worry about so-called'societal standards." His eyebrows tensed, looking concerned about your self-image. "Don't take me as someone who would think that about you." Klitz moved a bit closer to you, feeling compelled to hold onto your hand to comfort you and as a way to show how passionate he felt towards you. "I'm just afraid that you would see me as I see myself." You muttered, looking off towards the plains of the park while the birds chirped a subtle song.
Klitz's nervousness never failed to return; he wanted to compliment and reassure you so desperately, so he held his breath, his shoulders tensing up as he gazed at your stunning complexion. "However you see yourself... I'm sure it's just you overthinking." Klitz quickly turned away with a reddened face. "If you could only see how you look in my eyes, you'd understand why I'd ever confess." His voice was ridden with nerves, making him stumble upon his words. "Come on, grow a pair; this isn't the time to be nervous." You couldn't tell, but he was slapping himself in the face inside his mind.
You suddenly felt a pair of lips collide against yours. The kiss was a bit clumsy but sweet, no less. You were shocked, to say the least, but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the kiss, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on his cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by the intimacy you both were sharing. But eventually u pull away feeling so many emotions at the same time, good emotions, though u look up at klitzy, who was now wearing the same expression as yours but slightly different, it looked worried as if he didn’t think u might’ve actually liked him back before u could utter anything out klitz starts spitting out apologizes like there is no end to them.
I-I’m so sorry I-knew this was a dumb idea a-and I shouldn’t have k-kissed u like that I-I’m really sorry. Before anymore pointless sorrys could come out of his trembling self, you tugged down the collar of his shirt, now facing you at eye level, as you gently placed your soft lips on his, making sure to put every single loving molecule that is in your body through that damn kiss. As you slowly separated from each other, you look up at him.
Nothing but admiration was behind those small dorky glasses he never grew out of; no words were exchanged between you, just loving glances as you lean onto him, touching temples. You whisper back to him those sweet three little words Kiltzy was aching to hear.
He finally grew some balls and said those three words 👍🤓
A/n thank u so much for reading I really hope u enjoyed this ( I apologize if klitz sounds too ooc it was my first time writing for him ) don’t forget to drink some water👹
Gn reader with Louis Ives. Maybe he decides to dress up in the same thing he does in the movie, whilst at home. He thinks the reader is at work and doesn't think anything of it. Maybe reader comes home for some reason and sees him. He gets embarrassed and the reader comforts him. No NSFW or anything like that, just comfort fluff type stuff. (If this is breaking any rules at all I am so sorry, it wasn't on purpose.)
Welcome Home (Louis Ives x Reader)
Reader comes home early
You're all good! I apologize if I came off rude earlier, this idea sounds so cute <33
You and Louis have been together for a year, just now hitting the milestone where he moved in with you. Months of trust and secrets spilt between you two, but he could never bring himself to show you his hobby.
He was very meticulous with it, hiding his cheap makeup in abandoned junk drawers and his dresses within the darker parts of his closet. While you were off to work, he'd be in his room, smoothing out the shiny cheap fabric of the feminine lingerie. It was a routine that hasn't failed him, one of the many highlights of his day.
But as he continued on with his afternoon, carefully applying the eyeliner, his concentration blocked out the sound of the front door opening. Louis gazed at the mirror with a content smile, but in moments he felt his world crash down on him: in the corner of the mirror stood your figure in the doorway of the shared bedroom. All it took was one call of his name for his face to turn red and his whole body to shake. "I, I can explain-" his voice started to strain as tears pricked the corner of his eyes.
In an instant you were at his side. Your hand gently laid on his back, guiding him to the bed. "Louis? Honey, it's okay- what's going on?" Your voice was quiet and smooth, luring Louis to relax into your touch. The question hung into the air as your boyfriend remained quiet. "I'm sorry" was the only thing mumbled out by Louis as he stared at his hands, picking at the fishnets. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Lou. Is there something you need to tell me?" Your other hand was placed on top of his, holding it gently.
For once he made eye contact with you, his freshly painted eyeliner smudged. His ruby lips pressed into a thin line in thought. "I don't know..it feels good to dress up this way, but it's not like in that way? I don't feel any different, but it makes me feel good." Once the words fell out of his mouth, Louis continued to ramble, his breath quickening up a pace. "And I know it's not that normal and it's been going on for months, even before I met you. And I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner and-" His words got cut off by your lips sealing his own in a kiss.
As you pulled back, he stared at you dumbfounded. "It's okay, Louis. I'm not upset." You gave a comforting squeeze to his hand. "As surprising as it was seeing you, you're not going to lose me. It's something I can adjust to." Louis let your words sink in, a warmth blossoming across his chest as he stared at you. "Are you sure?" You nodded and pecked his lips once more, the lipstick transferring onto you in the process. "Of course darling."
Chapter 2:
Little Miss Sunshine beauty contest
(Chapter 1)
TW: talk about suicide, pills, cursing
A/n: Alrigth, so I kinda am not that interested in the Paul Dano universe rn. I just felt like i had to publish this, it's very much not good. I really hate this but idc so. Here it is.
please read the tw, because this chapter does mention suicide. Be carefull.
Word Count: 611
“How did it happen?” Olive asks Frank. He looks over at her with an eyebrow raised, “How did what happen?” He asks.
“Your accident…” she says innocently.
“Honey…” Sheryl says shaking her head to Frank. Almost as a silent “Don’t go there”.
“No, it’s okay. Unless you object” Frank says warily. I mean, why try to hide what’s obvious. It’s not like he’s trying super hard to hide what happened.
“No, I’m pro-honesty here,” Sheryl says raising her shoulders, almost a shrug. “I just think, you know….” She stops and looks over at her brother before sighing, “It’s up to you”.
“Be my guest” Frank says smiling reassuringly at Sheryl.
Sheryl sighs before looking over at Olive. “Olive, Uncle Frank didn’t really have an accident.” She paused and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Olive’s ear. “What happened was: he tried to kill himself”
Y/n lifted their head from looking down at their plate. ‘What?’ they thought. “No way, same,” they said without thinking. Everyone looked over at them with concern and shock on their faces.
“What?!” Sheryl said, her eyes as wide as they could go. She reaches out and puts a hand on their shoulder.
“Why?” Olive asked, both Frank and Y/n. Y/n smiled reassuringly and began explaining.
“Well, I was in a bad period. And I took some pills and fell asleep.” They said and continued eating. Everyone else just stared at them. How were they so calm about this?
Dwayne was surprised. Not because he didn’t know, but he didn’t expect them to tell his family during dinner. He reached out and rubbed Y/n’s knee under the table. Y/n smiled at him.
“Listen to me Olive,” Y/n said seriously, “Don’t ever, ever, do what I or Frank did. Yes, things will be bad in the future, but this,” they gestured to themselves and Frank, “is not the right way out. You get help, get a therapist. Talk to someone, anyone, because the choice I made is permanent.”
“I will always be affected by the choice I made, so listen to me. Don’t.” they finished, and Olive nodded. Everyone stayed silent and Y/n continued eating as if nothing happened.
“Olive, what’s important to understand is that Uncle Frank and Y/n gave up on themselves.” Richard broke the silence, “They made a series of foolish choices, and then they gave up on themselves, which is something winners never do.” Richard spoke.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God” Y/n said, putting down their fork. Everyone looked over at them again. “Richard shut the fuck up,” they said deadpan serious.
“‘They gave up on themselves, what the fuck?” they asked shocked. “‘that’s not what winners do’? You can take that winner, loser bullshit and shove it up to your ass. What the actual fuck, is wrong with you?” they asked laughing in disbelief.
Richard looked shocked. Everyone looked shocked, even Grandpa did. Y/n was fuming, how dare Richard talk about ‘winners and losers after they told everyone about something like that? How fucking dare, he.
“You know what, I’m done.” Y/n said showing their chair back and standing up, “thank you for the dinner Sheryl, but I need some air.” They said before turning and walking towards the front door.
Everyone looked at them walking away. Dwayne stood up and followed after Y/n. He was worried. He knew how people making fun of what happened, really got on Y/n’s nerves. Or how Richard managed to just annoy the living daylight out of them. That’s one of the things they had in common.
Both of them got annoyed at even the smallest thing Richard would do. He was a walking ick, for them.
He doesn't care how your body looks, he didn't fall in love with you because of your appearance.
Thats doesn't mean that he doesn't find you absolutely stunning, however. He loves everything about you.
He jokes that you restored his faith in humanity, but in a way you did! He calls you his Angel.
If Richard even TRIES to say anything, he's dead on the spot. Figuratively, mot literally. But Dwayne has no problem sticking up for you, that goes for at school too. He firmly believes that he has nothing to lose, nothing except you, of course.
He's not a very touchy person usually, but with you he enjoys hugs and such! He'll place little kisses on every scar, stretch mark, and freckle. He loves how your body curves and would spend hours just laying with you, memorizing every inch of your body! !!Not sexual!!
If you feel down or insecure he'll let you sit/lay in his lap and he'll read to you. He's the best boyfriend fr, he loves you!
EDWARD NASTON
Oh boy.
This man is OBSESSED with you, he worships you.
He's so goddamn touch starved, expect his hands to always be on you. He adores your thighs especially.
He'll take any excuse to either lay on your thighs, or be touching them in some way. If he's anxious in public (so all the time), he has his hand laying on your thigh, rubbing small circles.
If anyone says anything, he'll make sure they learn their lesson, trust me. He truly doesn't understand how people can be so cruel to such a beautiful creature!
You're his first partner and the first person to ever show him love, so he never plans on leaving you. He would never hurt you and if he did he'd forever hate himself.
This man worships you and can be a lot sometimes, but he really does love you.
KLITZ
This man is SUCH A SIMP.
You're his first S/O so he doesn't know what he's doing at all, but he tries his best man. He loves everything about you.
He's blown away that he could even pull someone like you, he things you're so wonderful.
He will bend over backwards to do anything for you. You need to clean something up? Done. You need help on homework? Done. You want a sandwich? Done. A malewife truly.
He isn't good at standing up for himself, or other for that matter, so if someone makes fun of you he's pretty much a lost cause. But he'll make up for it when you get home by reassuring you how perfect you are. And maybe some other way too
Not big on PDA but will hold your hand in public! But he's kinda sweaty and nervous. It's the thought that counts.
The guys make an insensitive joke about your body? They'll get cussed out by him. He won't hesitate to hold his friends accountable.
He loves your tummy and your thighs, he likes to just lay on them and use them like pillows. He's a lanky dude so he finds your body so mesmerizing. He likes to just feel all over you when you make out n shit.
A+ boyfriend, the best ever! He'd treat you so well.
Fool for love with Percy? Maybe it’s their wedding night and they’re laying in bed having a fluffy little convo? The world NEEDS soft Percy!!! Also, congrats on 500!!! You deserve it, hon! 💖💕💓
Author’s Note | you asked for soft Percy, anon?? you're sure as hell getting it cause good god almighty I am so weak for him. imma need y'all to freak out with me on this one because WOW, when's it my turn to be happy, huh????
Warnings | implied smut, nothing else I can think of!
“Stop it!” You gasp for air through giggles.
Percy’s cold fingertips curl into the side of your body teasingly. You feel the jagged edge of his nails scratch along your skin and you wince, lightly smacking his hand away. Percy simply chuckles like the scoundrel he knows he is. It's hard for him to not be aware of how inexplicable this position is. With far more time left in the night, he has that giddy energy packed away like gunpowder in his bones, just waiting for another chance to explode.
So he doesn't stop. Instead, he gets closer to your face and says, "What's the matter, darlin'? Don't like being poked at?"
"It's not as much being poked at as it is the fact that your fingers are freezin'." You whine and try to pry away his relentless touch.
Lips inches away from yours he says, “You weren’t complainin’ about them bein’ cold when I had ‘em inside of you.” Wrenching his hand from your grip, his fingers creep across your thigh towards the dip between your legs.
You sweep his wandering hand away quickly and protest, “Percival Dolarhyde, I told you to give me a minute to breathe!”
“Oh, you’ve been breathin’ alright. Breathin’ a lot of hot air.” He teases you before attaching his mouth to your neck, sucking what you were sure would be a new mark on the column of your throat. Thank the lord that all the gorgeous dresses Percy’s father had bought for you to wear on the honeymoon would button up over them. You tilt your head reluctantly to give him easier access.
Feeling his tongue run over your skin you gasp, “If you keep pawin’ at me like this, I’m gonna start to wonder if ya’ even like me.”
Percy pulls away within seconds, giving you a look of concern, “Like you? Christ almighty, woman, I sign my life away to ya’ and you’re still not convinced that I like you?”
You hum playfully and nod, “Mmhmm, right now, I’m thinkin’ that you’re doin’ the looong con just so you could butter me up and get in bed with me.”
“Darlin’, if I’d just wanted to fool around with ya’, I would’ve done it. But instead I had to give ya’ my name, a ring, a whole buncha’ sappy vows, a honeymoon, the whole works. I think that’s a little much for a man who supposedly doesn’t like ya’.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. His usually dubious green eyes are glossed over with a sheen of affection.
Suddenly, you feel very lucky that the rotten, sour, good-for-nothing, Percival Dolarhyde chose to make you his. Especially if you got to wake up with his pink lips pressing little kisses to your shoulder and his skin smelling as fresh as a spring daisy from the scalding bath he’d taken in preparation for his big day. Though part of you thinks that he had been easy on the eyes even when his jacket still reeked of whiskey and his hair was so oily you could’ve fried an egg on the top of his head in the boiling afternoon heat. But that’s another matter entirely.
“So you do like me, huh?” You continue to tease him.
A deep grumble resounds from Percy’s throat, “You’re relentless, sweet pea.”
Fingers lacing through his locks near his scalp, you tug on his hair to get his attention. Percy whines as you pull him up to look at you.
“I saaaid, you do like me, right?”
He gives your hopeful expression a careful once over before his gaze softens and he breathes out, “Like you? Darlin’, I love you more than life itself.” And that answer seems like it's more than enough as his lips make their way to yours again.
Omg can I request some Jay x reader where the reader is part of ALF? I hope thas good enough adhkdkjk (also preferably genderless reader?)
Distractions
Jay (Okja) x Reader (gender neutral)
Word Count: 1454
Distractions aren't allowed and you know it. it was only a matter of time before Jay came to talk to you about them.
Warning: Angst, fluffy end.
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Being a part of this team was amazing, saving animals with some of my closest friends was what kept me going. Although I know I am becoming distracted. Distracted by Jay, our team captain and overall head of the ALF. It’s not very professional of me, but I can’t stop my eyes from wandering over to him every second I get a chance. I’ve become a liability in the field and it's been eating me up inside because I know Jay doesn't like when our job isn’t done properly or when we make mistakes. These things usually cause more harm than good. Like the Okja fiasco that happened when K knowingly chose to translate what Mija had spoken.
I have been waiting for the day he notices and kicks me out, strips me of my ALF membership forever. I just never thought that day would be today.
We were on another mission, still trying to take down the Mirando Corporation. While the others were out buying supplies, I was sitting at the small dining table in the Airbnb we were renting out. On a side note, this place was a lot nicer than the roach motels we usually stay at. Papers were scattered over the entire surface of the table, I was looking over the information we had gathered, sorting it into piles to then sort those piles into folders. It was tedious work but it was part of my job.
“Hey, do you mind coming with me for a moment? I need to talk with you.” I was startled out of my thoughts by the voice behind me. Almost jumping out of my chair I turned around to face Jay.
“Yeah, sure.” I agreed, following him through the house, up the stairs, and to the room he had been staying in.
As we entered he closed the door silently, then turned to face me. He was quiet for a moment, sighing as he threaded his fingers through his long black hair. “I’ve been noticing for a while that you seem to not be putting in one hundred percent like you used to.” Another sigh. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what happens when we aren’t on point all the time.”
I just nodded in response, afraid if I tried to speak, my voice would fail me.
“Do you want to tell me what seems to have taken up so much more of a priority than this organization?” His tone wasn’t harsh, but the underlying tone of his words was.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to think of what to tell him without actually telling him that he was what had taken up my attention. “I-I’m sorry,” I finally stuttered out. “I know it isn’t much of an excuse but I’ve just been distracted. A lot on my mind.” I offered a small lopsided smile.
“Yes, I get that, but I want to know exactly what.” He crossed his arms. I took a breath as the rolled-up sleeves of his white button-down traveled further up his arms.
“It’s nothing Jay, really.” Nerves making my voice unsteady.
“Now, I don’t believe that. I thought we all agreed to no secrets except for our names?” He took a step towards me.
“Jay, please. It’s personal, I really don’t want to disclose what it is.”
“I wish you would tell me,” His eyes were soft. “You know that I can’t keep you on this team if I can’t know for sure that you will still be able to do your job with, or without these personal distractions.” He took a few more stems until he was directly in front of me. “B,” he said my code name softly.
“Please, you can't kick me out. This is my life, this team is my life. I don’t know what to do without this.” My hands gestured out widely.
“Then tell me what it is.” He was becoming more insistent.
“No, I can’t.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Fine. You leave me with no choice.” The look on his face as he turned to walk back to the door almost killed me. The disappointment in the eyes of someone I loved. He left me standing in his room, dumbfounded and the fact I was going to lose the job I loved the most, the friends I truly considered family. All because I was distracted by him and I couldn’t admit it to his face lest I ruin our work dynamic with my feelings.
God, my mother was right. Never fall in love with a coworker. It just leads to heartbreak, no matter what route you take. Thinning my options over, I finally came to a decision. I would rather ruin what cordial work relationship Jay and I have than lose my entire family.
Wiping away the tears that had welled up in my eyes after Jay had left, I ran after him.
“Jay, wait,” I called from the top of the stairs. He appeared at the bottom within five seconds. His eyes looked up at me, green and waiting. “You.”
“Me?” He asked, confused.
“Yes, you. You are what has been distracting me, or more specifically, my feelings for you.”
“I- uh. Excuse me?” He seemed to be confounded. “What feelings?
“Well, Jay, it started so suddenly, the feelings of love that flooded my heart and my head every time you were near me. It’s only gotten worse over the last few months. I can’t stay focused because you are always around me and when you are, you consume my every waking thought. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried to stop it. I know these feelings aren’t professional and they have no business displayed so carelessly to you now, but I really don’t want to lose the only family I have now because I happened to fall in love with you and didn’t want to tell you. So I am willing to bear my heart and put my feelings on the chopping block. If this changes how you view me from now on, then so be it, but please don’t kick me out, I'm begging you.” And there it was. I poured my heart and soul out to him on those stairs, my voice was raw from pushing through the tears and the ball forming in my throat.
He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stood on the bottom step, leaning with one hand on the banister. The house was so quiet I was afraid he would be able to hear the pounding of my heart loud and clear. The only movement he made in those hour-long minutes was to run his fingers through his hair again, something he did when he was thinking.
“You, me?” I had never heard him so lost for words. He pointed a finger up at me and then turned it back on himself.
“Yes. I love you.” I confirmed his selectively worded question.
Slowly he started to ascend the stairs. I watched wide-eyed as he stopped on the stair below me, we were now almost at eye level. “Can you uh, can you say that again?”
“I love you?” No sooner had the words left my mouth than he had my head in his hands and was bringing me into him. A shocked gasp left my lips as they met his.
They were softer than I had imagined, and so was his hair. My hands had wrapped around his neck, fingers curling into his hair. I could feel his thumbs caressing the sides of my face as he kept kissing me.
I pulled away, only for Jay to follow me. “Jay, stop for a second, I need to catch my breath.”
“You don’t know how happy I am to have heard you say that.” He gave me a peck on each cheek. I just raised my eyebrows in question. “I will admit, I’ve had a thing for you since you joined the ALF, but only recently has it turned to something more.”
I smiled widely, hardly able to contain the excitement of my feelings being requited. “Does this mean I can-”
“That you can stay? Yes, but, and this is a big but, you need to try and stay focused on missions from here on out. Just because I run this organization does not mean that I can give you special treatment.”
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaimed, kissing his lips in gratitude. He hummed in contentment, moving his hands from my face to where they would clasp around my waist, pulling me forward into him.
Maybe my mother was wrong after all and there is that one small road that leads to happiness.
Percy is annoying as always, Reader has finally had enough. When Percy comes for a visit one night, feelings come to the light.
Warning: Angst maybe, fluff
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Percy Dolarhyde was a character, boisterous, irresponsible, and plain damn rude. With his father being one of the most respected, if you could even call it that, men in the small community. Percy had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and ever since he learned his father would bail him out of trouble, he’d been causing it ever since.
Somehow Percy had become entangled in my life. I’m not really sure how it happened, it just did. One day he was arguing with some poor soul who was unfortunate enough to stumble upon him half-drunk at three in the afternoon. I was minding my own business, carrying a vase of fresh flowers to Maria in the saloon.
The one-sided argument was in full swing as I passed by the two men when Percy’s hand shot out and accidentally knocked the vase to the wooden porch. It shattered into what seemed to be thousands of pieces. A yelp of surprise left me at that moment, the loud sound also surprising Percy and the other man.
“Percy Dolarhyde,” I seethed, turning slowly to look at his red, sweating face. “I have had about enough of you.”
He looked at me from under his hat, hair sticking, wet with sweat, to the side of his face and neck. He shook his head and gave a bemused laugh like he couldn’t believe I had just spoken to him in such a tone.
“You can’t speak to me that way.” He said in a casual, snobby way.
“I can if I damn well please. Just because your father owns some cattle and most of the town doesn't mean shit to me, Percy.” I mouthed back. His face became even more inflamed, if he wasn’t so flushed from the heat of the sun and the alcohol, I swear the color would have gone up like the mercury in a thermometer, just a sheet of red slowly rising up his face.
“Now you listen here,” he started, pointing a long thin finger in my direction. I stood there expectantly, hands on my hips.
“What? Are you gonna call daddy? Go ahead Percy, call for your Pa. I’m not scared of either one of you.” I turned away from him so fast my skirts flared out.
Our argument has gathered a small crowd, it wasn’t every day that someone put the man in his place. Shaking my head, I bent down to my hands and knees to start picking up the broken shards of the vase and place them delicately into my apron to carry them back to my family's shop, the general store.
I was aware that Percy hadn’t moved from his spot behind me but I wasn't bothered by that. What did bother me though, was the fact that I could feel him staring down at me from where he stood in the dirt.
“Do you have some kinda staring problem?” I asked, throwing a glance at him over my shoulder, still picking up pieces. He threw his hands up in uncharacteristic defeat, not saying a word. When I placed the last ceramic piece into my apron and folded the cloth so that the pieces wouldn't fall out, I stood back to my feet.
He was still standing at the bottom of the two steps, staring into my eyes. With me on the porch, we were about the same height, he was still one or two inches taller.
“Well?” I pressed, but again, he stayed unusually quiet. I just scoffed and bounded down the stairs, knocking his shoulder harshly with mine as I passed him.
From then on out, Percy had been nothing if not a personal pain in my side. Day in and day out, he constantly teased me. It was like being followed around by a child in a man's body. Maybe he was trying to see how far he could go before I snapped at him again, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Today had been a particularly rainy day. I had never known it to rain so much out here in the western regions of the US, but the monsoon coming down around us was slowly proving my knowledge to be false.
To keep dry, I kept to the family general store. Small tasks were needed like sweeping, fronting the shelves, and restocking. These tasks in and of themselves were very simple but throw Percy Dolarhyde into the mix and there is a recipe for disaster.
Percy had barged into the general store at half-past ten this morning, right before the bottom fell out of the sky, subsequently trapping me with him. At first, he was quiet, but I knew that was only him trying to think of ways to aggravate me. After about ten minutes he was as talkative as ever, again, acting like a child.
“So what’s this?” he asked, holding up a red rectangular package.
“It’s stove polish. Can’t you read the giant letters on the packaging?” I responded, monotoned, shaking my head. God, this was going to be a long day. I went back to fixing the hats on the wooden shelves in front of me.
“Well yeah, I can read, I just wanted you to tell me. Just making sure you know what you’re selling here.” He paused, presumably to scour over other products. “What about this?”
I let out an irritated groan and turned to see what he was holding out to me. He looked at me expectantly. “It’s spruce gum. Don’t you have anything better to do than to bother me?”
“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.
“Well, if you intend to stay here for the duration of the day, please make yourself useful.” I shooed him away.
“And what exactly does making myself useful entail?” He asked.
“It means, go grab the broom and sweep.” I deadpanned.
“But,” he started.
“Look, I know you’ve never had to do a day of hard labor in your life, but if you insist on bothering me all day, every day, you might as well help me while being a nuisance.” I kept fiddling with the hats.
Percy just huffed through his nose and stomped over to the boom, which was behind the service counter.
With him out of my way now, I was able to quickly organize and straighten up the shelves, that is until I realized he had become suspiciously quiet. He hadn’t said or done something audibly annoying in a while. I looked around the shelf to where he was, standing with the broom and limply, one-handedly, raking the broom over the floor.
I put my head in my hands and rubbed my eyes. My god, he really is helpless. I stopped what I was doing and went over to him.
“Okay, you’re done. Out, now.” I took the broom from his hand and pointed to the door.
“What? Why? I was doing what you asked.” He defended.
“Yeah, like an eight-year-old who was just told to do a chore. Percy, you are twenty-seven, act like it.” I grumbled at him harshly. He looked down at me with his hair falling into his face, there was something like hurt in his eyes as he nodded.
“I’m, I’m sorry,” he said and then he strode to the door, grabbing his dusty hat from the coat rack before walking out into the pouring rain.
I stood there for a minute, stunned that he had actually apologized.
Percy wasn’t that bad after you got to know him, even if he was immature. I’m sure his want for attention stemmed from the lack thereof from his father. Over the past few weeks, I had come to feel for him, but someone had to put their foot down when it came to his nonsense and if no one else would, that privilege fell to me.
I thought about that sad look in his eye for the rest of the day and well into the night once I had gone off to bed in the upper rooms of the general store.
Percy was nowhere to be seen in town for the next few days, to the point where it actually started to worry me. He had been a constant in my life in these past months and now I was starting to miss the annoying questions he would ask me while I worked.
I asked around town and no one else had seemed to know where he had gone off to either. It wasn’t until two weeks after I had sent him out of the store that he showed back up. It wasn’t during the day or at any reasonable time to call on someone, it was at almost three in the morning.
A light tapping had woken me up and it was so persistent that I couldn’t fall back to sleep. Huffing, I threw the covers away from me and carefully threw my legs over the bed, and placed them on the floor. My window was on the other side of the room, so I fumbled around in the dark before I made it there.
Throwing it open I peered down into the side road between the general store and the hotel. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see into the darkness. Nothing was there, but the tapping had stopped thankfully.
“Hey.” I heard a whisper from directly underneath my window. I looked down and there, pressed against the outside wall of the building was Percy.
“Percy, what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” I called down quietly.
“I had to see you.” He moved slow and languid as he pushed himself away from the wall, stumbling over his own feet.
“You’re drunk, go home.”
“No, I can’t.”
“And why not?” I asked, exasperated, not wanting to deal with him at this time of night.
“Because Pa’s on a cattle drive and I don’t want to be alone.” He admitted.
“I can’t help you with that Percy, go home,” I said, going to close the window.
“Wait, please. Can I come up?” He shuffled his boots into the dirt nervously.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Just until I sober up?” He asked and some part of me caved.
“Okay fine, but you need to be quiet, if my parents hear you, we’re both dead.” I turned around, walking away from the window before striding back. “Take your boots off or else they’ll hear you clomping up the stairs.”
I walked back to my bed and grabbed my night coat hanging from the bedpost. Slinging it on, I then lit my bedside candle and exited my room as quietly as possible. From my room, the outside entrance to the living quarters above the general store was to my left, my parent's room directly across from me.
I moved across the creaky boards to the door and opened it, Percy was standing there, boots in hand and grinning from ear to ear.
“Wipe that look off your face,” I whispered before pulling him over the threshold. He followed me silently into my room and watched as I closed and locked my door.
“Thank you.” He groaned tiredly as he sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes harshly, knocking his hat to the floor in the process.
“Why are you here Percy?” I asked.
“Like I said, I wanted to see you.”
“I know, but why?” I pushed.
“I don’t know, I don’t wanna talk about it.” He removed his hands and placed them on his lap.
Shaking my head, I set the candle down on the table next to my door and walked to Percy. His eyes were closed and his head was leaned back. Taking my wrist, I placed the inside of it gently on his forehead. He jumped at the unexpected contact but when he opened his eyes and saw it was only me, he relaxed.
“What are you doing?” He questioned, cutting his eyes at me.
“I’m checking to see if you have a temperature.”
“And why is that?” his eyebrows rose, the hair tickling the skin of my arm.
“You aren’t acting like yourself.” I lifted my arm and looked into his eyes as they looked back into mine.
“I am acting like myself, I just don’t act like this away from home.” He brought his right hand up to gently hold my left. I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me.
“What is it?” My free hand came up to caress his dirty cheek.
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He shook his head.
“Percy, I doubt you would be here if it were nothing. Tell me.” I bent down, grabbing the short stepping stool to sit on with the hand that was holding his cheek before placing it back.
“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” He admitted, anxiously rocking the chair.
“Go on.” I encouraged.
“Well, ever since you yelled at me that day in front of the saloon, I couldn’t get you outta my head. And then, when you said what you did two weeks ago.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “You don’t treat me like I’m my father's son, you don’t treat me like everyone else does. I have no idea how to handle the emotions you have stirred up inside of me but they are some of the strongest I have ever felt.
“I have been sick for the past two weeks. Not knowing what to do. You drive me crazy, I can’t seem to get you to notice me other than when I am doing something wrong and I just want you to look at me. Lord,” He laughed. “That look in your eyes turns my stomach and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if you were to look at me like you loved me.
“No one has ever loved me. Sure, Ma did, but she’s been gone for years. And Pa,” He scoffs. “Pa doesn't even stop to look at me. Pretty sure he stopped loving me when Ma died. Said I remind him too much of her. Just once, that's all I’m asking for, just once look at me without dejection. Please.”
His small speech opened my heart and mind to what I knew was true. What I knew all along, that Percy was just a lonely boy, looking for approval from a father that didn’t seem to care no matter what mess he got himself into. His speech made my heart pump a little faster at the realization that I might actually like Percy Dolarhyde as well.
His grip on my wrist tightened as I slowly stroked my thumb over his rounded cheeks. As I looked him in the eye, I could feel my heart speed up. Feelings were treacherous things, even if I had despised Percy with my whole being, I think my feelings still would have found a way to see him in a romantic light, especially now as he was bathed in the soft glow of the candle.
Percy let out a shaky breath when the look on my face changed from one of sympathy to one more soft, more like what he was looking for.
Hesitantly he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find his words. “I think I love you,” he confessed. “You don’t have to say anything back, I know I have been an ass to you.” He looked away from my face.
“You’re right, you have been an ass,” I confirmed to him, his posture slumped. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. It may not be love, but I do have feelings for you. With time they may blossom into a strong love.” I pulled his face to look at me as I stood from the stool.
The look on his face was a cross of relief and excitement. He stood quickly from the rocking chair, almost losing his balance.
“Oh thank you, thank you so much.” He smiled wide. He let go of my wrist only to entrap me in a bone cruising hug, my feet dangled a foot off the ground as he had lifted me up into his arms. Placing me back down, he tucked the hair that had fallen into my face behind my ears. “Can I kiss you? Just a small one?” He asked, eyes moving back and forth between my mouth and eyes.
I simply nodded and closed my eyes as we leaned into one another. I could taste the whisky on his lips, but it wasn’t overpowering like I thought it would be. I doubt he was actually drunk with how little I could taste on him.
The soft kiss was over before it even began, leaving me wanting for just a little bit more. I tried to follow him as he pulled away but strangely he had become the source of reason. “I won't kiss you more than this. I want to do this the proper way. Ask your Pa if I can court you and all that.” He gave me a sly grin before backing away from me and picking his boots and hat up off the floor.
“I’ll see you tomorrow darlin’.” He strode to the door and opened it, leaving as silently as he came.
I watched him bound down the outside stairs and onto the dirt road below. He looked up at me as I stood leaning against the window, he flashed another toothy grin before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
Closing the window and slipping into bed, I lay there going over what had just occurred. Bewildered.
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