#flywrites

[horrorolson]

Deal

The man, or I suppose not really a man but let's call him a man anyway, sat in the center of your living room floor staring up at you, his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his hands.

“Did you miss me?” The smirk is audible in his voice. You laugh at his dramatics, tossing your bag into a chair.

“Sure Chris. Now get lost, I have company coming.” You laugh, walking back into the kitchen only to find him sitting on your counter waiting for you.

“What do you want now?” you sigh, moving past him and pulling the things out of the fridge to start making dinner.

“You know exactly what I - Are you cooking?” Chris asks from his spot on the counter, stopping short, Friday has always been takeout night.

“Do you have a date?” He stares at you in disbelief, betrayal playing slightly at his features as he looks at you.

“I mean, I have a guy coming over for dinner, and I think-”

“But-” You look up at Chris, perched on the counter, and freeze, taking in the look on his face.

“Chris, what-” You take a step towards him, only to find him on the other side of the kitchen from you, standing in the doorway to the living room, facing away from you. You stop, taken aback that he’s running from you, when usually he’s the exact opposite, taking any opportunity to crowd your space.

“Chris?” You take another step towards him only for him to vanish entirely. You quickly look around the house before figuring he really had left. You sigh, shaking your head, thinking about his strange behavior as you go back to your cooking.

Dinner went well. Your date brought flowers and a bottle of wine, and you enjoyed listening to him talk about a book he had just finished.

And then things start to fall apart. The light in the dining room refuses to stop flickering. The speakers start blasting static until you whine about it hurting your ears, at which point it abruptly stops. By this point, your date has started to panic, and you have started to fume, absolutely furious with Chris for whatever tantrum he's deciding to throw now of all times. You try salvaging things, moving into the living room, hoping for a reprieve, only to find the TV turned on and flashing “GET OUT” repeatedly.

Your date promptly bolts from the house, the door slamming shut behind him, and the lock sliding into place, all the electronics abruptly turning off.

“Christopher! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You fume in the absolute silence that suddenly seems thick in the air.

“Chris, get your ass in here so I can yell at you properly!” After another moment of silence Chris appears in front of you, the height difference leaving him looking down at you in such close quarters.

His hair is a mess, clearly having been running his hands through it, his pupils blown wide. His breath falls heavy on your face.

“You called?” His voice is shockingly soft given his appearance, and your breath catches in your throat as you fight the urge to reach out to touch him, knowing your hand would meet with empty air.

“What the fuck was that about?” You finally ask.

“I don’t share.” His lips hover over yours, torturously close, before pulling back. “You’re mine.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening your eyes again, looking up to meet his.

“You can’t be mad at me for trying to find someone I can actually be with, someone I can touch, who can kiss me goodnight and make pancakes with me on the weekends and hold me during scary movies. Someone who can hold my hands when they're cold, and push the cart at the grocery store.” He paces circles around you while you rant, which normally would make your heart race, and cause you to stumble over your words, but right now you’re simply too frustrated to play this game with him. “I deserve that!”

He pauses for a moment when your voice breaks, his face suddenly soft again, “You do deserve that. I could be that. I want to be that for you.”

“Maybe you’ve forgotten Chris,” You sigh, shaking your head, “but you need my soul to gain an actual body again.” He stops directly behind you, completely in your blind spot, and you bite your lips, fighting not to squirm.

“Need a deal, not a soul.” His lips just at the shell of your ear makes you shiver despite your efforts, as your heart lurches in your chest and your mind races out of control. “Your soul’s just the most… traditional option.” He corrects. You stare blankly ahead, thinking through the new information, asking yourself if you’re actually considering this.

“Say it again.” You blurt, even though you’ve really only half thought it through. His eyebrows draw together in confusion as he comes to stand in front of you, his head tilting to the side as he considers you, and then he inhales sharply, his mouth falling open slightly as understanding dawns. His voice comes out as a whisper when he responds.

“You’re mine.” He stares at you, licks his lips, stares at you for another moment, “Be mine.” His condition, his only condition.

Your eyes meet his, lips curving into a smile. “Deal.”

Part 2

[flyawayprincess]

Birthday Edits for Lauren @formulaur​ 🥳

[horrorolson]

To Be Yours (Deal pt2)

Part 1

The man, because he is a man now, (again?) reaches out, and you sigh as his hand brushes against your arm, real skin against real skin. You lean forward, your forehead meeting a solid chest made from flesh and bone, with a heartbeat beneath it. His arms come up to hold you against him, and they’re warm against your back. His head comes to rest atop yours, and you can feel the weight of it. His chest rises with each inhale and falls with each exhale that moves your hair just the slightest bit. You wrap your arms around him in turn, hyper aware of the slight scratch of his shirt against them, the way it scrunches beneath your hands.

You just stand there like that, just holding each other, until your feet start to hurt from standing still for so long. You shift between your feet, trying to be subtle, hoping he won't notice and let go of you.

After a minute of this he pulls back, raising an eyebrow in question. “My feet hurt.” You grumble in explanation, pushing your face back against his chest.

He laughs, pulling you closer against him, his arms squeezing you, strong, but obviously being careful with you. After another moment he pulls away, taking your hand. He leads you toward the sitting area, bypassing the couch and falling into the overstuffed chair you favor, pulling you down into his lap.

You smile and roll your eyes at his decision, though you certainly aren't going to complain. You settle into the chair with him, your legs thrown across his, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting against his shoulder, your lips ghosting against the exposed skin of his neck. He sighs in contentment, one hand holding onto your legs, fingers spread across the skin of your thigh, the other moving to run through your hair, soothing you rather quickly to sleep.

After a few minutes of indulging in a good pout, perhaps even a slight mope, you pull yourself out of bed. As your brain finally starts to wake up a little, you realize you seem to have slept in your clothes from the night before and you can't seem to think of why you would have done that. In fact, now that you're actually thinking about it, you don't remember going to bed at all.

You wake the next morning tangled in the blankets of your bed just like every morning. You sit up, looking for Chris, wondering if the night before could have been just a dream. You flop back onto your mattress when you don't see him, glaring at your ceiling in your disappointment at waking up alone again.

You eventually wander toward the kitchen, in search of breakfast, and more importantly caffeine. You make it through the living room and are about to cross into the kitchen, when you freeze, backtracking as your brain catches up with your eyes.

Chris is asleep on your couch. While the couch is perfectly comfortable for you to lay on, Chris is taller than you by no small margin, leaving him almost comically squished onto the cushions. You stifle your laugh, thinking how sore he's going to be when he wakes up, and wondering why he didn't join you in the bed.

You turn and head back toward the kitchen, starting coffee, and taking stock of your breakfast options (you really should go grocery shopping soon). You settle for toast and spread, and a mug of coffee for yourself and the same for Chris, though you leave both his toast and coffee plain for now, not sure how he prefers them, or if he even knows himself.

You leave the food set out on the table and go to wake Chris. You kneel next to the couch, shaking your head again at how uncomfortable he looks. You reach out and brush a few strands of hair away from his face, quietly calling his name. His hand flies up to grab your wrist, his eyes snapping open. After a second he processes that it's just you and he relaxes, releasing your wrist, a smile sliding onto his face. You start to apologize but he shakes his head, waving it away. “Good morning.” He whispers into the space between you, his voice gravely from sleep, and you find yourself again wishing he was there when you woke up, though breakfast would have likely been much later in the day if he had been.

“I made breakfast.” You whisper back, “Well. I half made breakfast. I have no clue what you like to eat. So right now it's plain toast and black coffee.”

He laughs and unfolds himself from the couch, groaning as he stretches, his back making a truly impressive series of pops that you're certain would have made you lightheaded.

As he sets about fixing his breakfast to his tastes (you can't quite decide if he knows exactly what he wants or if he's just picking things at random), you sit and sip your coffee, feet propped up onto one of the spare chairs. After he finally seems finished and also sits, your curiosity finally gets the better of you, and you ask why he slept on the couch when he would have been much more comfortable in the bed.

He finishes chewing his bite of toast before responding, “You fell asleep, and I knew you'd be more comfortable in your bed. I didn't want to assume I would be welcome.”

You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. “It was very considerate of you, but I wouldn't have agreed to your deal, to be yours, if I didn't want you with me.” He squeezes your hand with a nod and a quiet, "ok." and you let go, both refocusing to your breakfasts.

[horrorolson]

Imagine...

Chris sitting on the floor next to the bath when you've had a bad day. His hand going back and forth between running up and down your arm as you relax, and skimming across the steaming water. Occasionally reaching up to tuck hair that’s slipped loose back behind your ear. The two of you talking quietly sometimes, but mostly just sitting in the quiet of the small room together.

[horrorolson]

Know you better than that

Best friend!Chris thing that I'm never going to actually write so you're getting it as bullet points lol

-She’s been dating this guy and is like stupid in love with him.

-Chris has just been waiting for it to flop, because to him it’s obvious that the guy is all wrong for her, but he’s doing his best to be supportive.

-The guy is very aware of how close she and Chris are and he does not like that shit at all and decides to make it clear to Chris that she’s gonna choose him when it comes down to it so he needs to get lost.

-He does this big proposal at a party and it’s super impersonal feeling and everyone is staring and she hates it, hates all the attention he’s called to them and she can’t breathe and she just runs off and Chris goes after her shaking his head cause ‘That guy really is a fucking idiot. Has he listened to her at all the entire time they've been together?’

-And he catches up with her and she's crying and they end up sitting together and she's just sitting with her head on his shoulder and they're looking out at the big pond on the property and she knows she's probably ruining her dress but she can't bring herself to care because she almost never gets to just spend time with Chris anymore and she’s missed this.

-“I know it’s silly. It's just-”she breaks off not quite sure how to explain.

-“It's wrong. It's not anything you would ever want. He should know that. He should know you better than that. I mean a big party in front of everyone? That's like the opposite of what you’d want.”

-You look up at him curiously “Well if you are such an expert what would you do?”

-The question seems to catch him off guard for a moment, but he comes up with an answer far too quickly to have never thought about it. 

-“That park with all the lilacs that you like to go read at during the summer. I’d do it there. A picnic lunch with little sandwiches, cut into triangles, obviously." He pauses at this, smiling for a moment at a memory of you lecturing him on the superior sandwich shape. “It would be just the two of us. And I would get so distracted just enjoying the day with you that I would completely forget to ask you until we were on the way back to the car in the pitch black after watching the sun set.” 

-And he wraps an arm around her shoulder as she cries harder.

-And then a few years later they go to the park. And they have sandwiches. Triangles, of course. And they watch the sunset. And he does forget until they get all the way back to the parking lot when he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jacket for his keys and remembers why he brought her there in the first place. 

[horrorolson]

Kitchen Dancing

As soon as the music started playing from the kitchen, Vinny knew he was in for a fun afternoon. The opening bars of Zero to Hero from Hercules, the fourth disney song in a row now, filtering through the house was a tell tale sign you were baking, a process always accompanied by Disney music.

He put down his laptop, wandering towards the kitchen where he was sure he would find you. As he had suspected when he arrived you were absorbed in what you were doing, pouring ingredients into the standmixer while singing along at the top of your lungs, your hips swaying and your arms occasionally flying out one way or another as you danced at the mixer.

The song eventually faded out as he stood in the doorway watching you debate whether to play it again or not, your decision made for you as The Monkey Song from The Jungle Book came on next, a squeal of delight leaving your mouth as you began to dance along to the tune.

Vinny smiled, shaking his head at your antics. You leaned down swiping up some of your batter to taste, humming happily at the taste making him laugh quietly, before stopping, fearing being caught watching you. You however had already heard him and made a beeline toward him pulling him out of the doorway and into the middle of the kitchen to dance with you with a smile.

He laughed aloud, spinning you, before bringing you close to kiss you. You break apart laughing, and he spins you out again, as the two of you spend the afternoon dancing around the kitchen together.

[horrorolson]

Revelations

Ricky walked in from dinner with the boys to find you sitting at the island, sipping from a glass of what looked suspiciously like whiskey, his guess confirmed by the bottle on the counter behind you. His jovial attitude seemed to stay in the doorway as he came further into the kitchen. Ricky pulled another glass from the cabinet, sitting down next to you. 

"Date not go well then?" Ricky asked after a moment. You laughed at what seemed like the understatement of the century. 

"Well," you started, taking another sip of your drink. "I'm single now, so not particularly well, no." You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another as he stared at you. 

"What happened?" Ricky asked you cautiously, as if he was afraid of what you might say. 

"He asked me to move in with him." You shook your head, another sip of your drink disappearing. 

"I don't understand. How is that a bad thing? He wants to be with you all the time, wants to see you in the mornings, and last thing at night before he goes to bed. How is that a bad thing?" 

"I told him no. I don't want to move in with him. I want to stay here, with you, as long as you'll let me," You take another drink as he continues to stare, like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite figure out. "and he didn't particularly like that. He wanted me to pick him over you and he said as much. Which, why he ever thought that was gonna happen, I have no idea." Ricky continues to just stare at you as you rant, seeming to have lost control of your tongue. 

"I mean he's fun and he likes the same shitty movies I do, but, fuck, I'm in love with you and-" you slap your hand over your mouth, your glass clattering onto the counter as your brain finally seems to catch up with what you’re saying. You blink in shock at the man next to you, matching the look of surprise on his face. You squeak out an apology, sliding your stool back with a screech before fleeing from the room. Ricky just sits there in shock for a moment, processing what on earth had just happened. Ricky reaches out for your glass, downing the last couple sips before following you through the house. 

He finds you curled up in the big chair in the office, burrowed under a blanket you'd clearly snagged from the couch on your way past. He hesitated for a moment at the sight of your slightly puffy eyes and reddened face. 

"Yeah, I'm an idiot, I know. If you came to remind me you don't need to. He told me at dinner and then I think I made it quite clear in the kitchen. And I know it's silly. I should have just-" He came to sit next to you, perching on the arm of the chair. 

"I'm glad you're not leaving. I want you here just as much as you want to be here." Ricky brushed a hand over your cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. "You aren't an idiot, you just surprised me. I have thought about it before but I didn't think you were interested, and I’d rather have you here however I can. I decided I’d rather just be selfish and keep you as a friend rather than risk scaring you away for more." Ricky brushed the hair back from your face as he spoke, his hand coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. 

"You mean..." you looked at the man sitting next to you, your lips parted in a seeming mix of disbelief and awe at the realization. 

"Come on you," Ricky spoke, getting up from his spot on the chair. "You're certainly not sober, and we can talk about this in the morning once your head's cleared. How about a movie? Bring that blanket." He held out a hand for you to take, which you did. You didn't even really know what movie he had picked as you were asleep less than 20 minutes later curled up against him on the couch, exactly where you wanted to be.

[horrorolson]

Thunderstorm

The thunder once again shook the building, the windows vibrating in their panes, the lightning illuminating the entire room, visible even through the blankets pulled up over your head.

Just as you started to relax, the rain on the window just beginning to lull you into sleep, another massive roll of thunder shook through the apartment, urging you to your feet. There was no way you would fall asleep like this. You pulled your blanket around your shoulders, padding out into the hall, the hardwood cold on your bare feet, making you pull your blanket closer around you.

You found what you were hoping for halfway down the hall, Vinny’s door left half open, an invitation for you or Ricky to come crawl into bed with him, should you want to; Vinny was always open to cuddles. You sighed as your cold toes met the soft carpet of his room, easily finding your way to the edge of the bed even in the darkness between the lightning lighting up the room. A loud crash of thunder startled you at the edge of the bed, making you squeak out in surprise, causing Vinny to stir on the bed, looking up at you huddled up in your blanket looking like you wanted to disappear.

He reached out for you and guided you into the bed with him, your blanket falling on the floor where you had been standing as you slid under the covers with him, your head resting on his chest as he runs a hand through your hair, the other coming up to hold the hand resting on his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He starts to hum a tune, a lullaby only half remembered, the vibration of it in his chest starting to soothe you into sleep, his heartbeat against your ear distracting you from the thunder outside the window.

Just as you were about to slip off into sleep, the door brushed open again, Ricky wandering over and crawling into the bed with the two of you, his chest pressed against your back as you lay on Vinny, his arm going over the both of you.

“I came to check on you when the storm woke me, but I see Vinny is already taking good care of you.” He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, doing the same to Vinny before laying down and closing his eyes. You smile, the storm beginning to calm to the patter of drops on the window, and reach down for his hand, bringing it to rest with your’s and Vinny’s.

“I love you.” you whisper into the room, as you drift off, asleep before you can hear them return your sentiments, but knowing nonetheless.