Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Zachary ~81~

"Callan freaking Archer get your ass here now!" She yelled from the top of the stairs, making all of us freeze. I look at Callan to see him looking at his feet with a smile. I look at the stairs to see Brooklyn running down the stairs, angered.

She had a mustache drawn on.

I hold back my laugh so that I didn't get in trouble, watching as she walks up to Callan and sucker punches his bicep, making him groan and grab his arm. I slowly back away, not wanting to get caught up in the crossfire.

"What was that for??" He groaned, grabbing her fist when she went to hit him again. "I'm in an abusive relationship!"

"I can't take a peaceful nap anymore?? I promise you, I will poison your food from now on." She pouts, walking towards me and hiding her face in my chest. I bite my cheek and gently pet her hair, looking at Callan. He sighs and walks over, putting his hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry, my beautiful angel." He whispers against the back of her head, making me loosen my hold on her a little to see if she'd go with him. She huffs and shakes her head. "Come on, angel, it was just a prank. I can remove it for you easily.."

"It's Sharpie!" She whined, slapping his hands away from her. I couldn't help but chuckle, gently taking her face in my hands and rubbing my thumb over the marker before smiling softly.

"Rosie used to do this to me all of the time. I know every method to remove it. Come, let's get away from this mean man." I say softly, taking her hand in mine and leading her away. Callan huffs and throws his hands up.

Last night Atticus and Brooklyn told us about their plans on going to the movies if they feel better. Atticus was up and running fine, and even went in to check on things at the club, however, Brooklyn was still stuffy and sick. She took a cat nap from 9 am until now...

4 pm.

I thought she was dead for a moment if I'm being honest.

I sat her on my sink counter, kissing her pouty lips softly before grabbing the hand sanitizer from the cabinet and a hand towel.

"I want to visit Lee. I haven't heard from him in a while and his daughter hasn't been keeping me updated." She says softly, closing her eyes so the alcohol fumes don't hurt her eyes. I slow my movements a little.

That damn old man.

"Brooklyn... Leroy, he's-" I cut myself off, not having the heart to tell her just yet. Her emotions were wack due to being sick, I didn't want to see her cry right now. "He's doing fine."

"I wanna go see him later, can you take me? I wonder if he's still in the hospital. Have you heard from him?" She asks, opening her eyes after I wash her face with water.

"I haven't, I've been more caught up with you than anything else." I say, shooting lies straight through my teeth. I needed to tell her. I needed to. If not she'd be even more broken. But not right now. I can't do it right now. I was thankful when she swapped topics.

"This morning Ethan told me to flush my nose out with saline water and it made me smell colors." She grins. I look at her oddly, my eyebrows jumping when she growls at me. She has been making a weird growling noise lately and it's seriously concerning. I've started to hear it in my sleep...

"You're mental." I say simply, helping her down from the counter and kissing her softly before walking out of the bathroom to the room with her behind me. She grabs a handful of my ass, making me grab her and put her in a loose chokehold. "I'll bite you."

"Kinky bitch." She says back. She could easily leave the grip I had on her but she just decided to stay there, not fighting or anything. She starts giggling when I shake her around a little before letting her go, picking her up, and throwing her on the bed.

"How are the piercings?" I ask, gently lifting her shirt to try and catch a look. She slaps my hands and narrows her eyes at me. I roll my eyes and kiss her softly. "May I?"

"You may." She huffs. I chuckle and lift her shirt, pulling down the bra she had on to check on her piercings. They were doing good so far. Her body wasn't rejecting them and they weren't swollen or irritated. I was glad she was taking care of them properly. I press my finger on the bar slightly, slowly adding more pressure to test how much they hurt. After a bit, she finally lets out a strained noise, making me remove my finger.

It was healed enough to be able to put a chain on them without the weight. I kiss her tummy softly before leaning up and kissing her. Our lips connected and stayed that way, it wasn't rough and lust-filled, it was slow and passionate. It said the things we couldn't say out loud.

I could feel her hands gently run over my arms and up to my shoulders, her fingers tangling into my hair and softly twirling the strands around, making me smile into the kiss. I peck her lips softly before pulling away, looking into her eyes lovingly.

"You're pretty." I whisper, watching her smile bashfully. She covers her grin with the back of her hand. She lets out a cute little giggle, making me smile and laugh softly, peppering kisses all over her face.

"You can't just say stuff like that..." She says softly, her hands covering her face, I chuckle and kiss her forehead before laying beside her and pulling her up on my lap. She runs her hands over my chest and smiles at me. I look towards the door to see Callan walking in, holding a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries in hopes of winning her back over.

"Angel, can we talk so that I can apologize to you properly?" He asked softly, standing at the door without coming in just yet. She looks at him with narrowed eyes before sighing softly and standing. She walked over to him, picked up one of the strawberries, and ate it before walking past him, flicking her finger to tell him to follow. I chuckle when he gives me a look before following her.

I stand from the bed and walk out of the room, going down to the kitchen where Atticus is cooking up some kind of monstrosity. At least it smelled good.

I grab myself a can of soda and lean against the counter, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. This was his hobby. This was where he felt calm. He glanced my way for a second before walking over with a spoon full of some kind of batter. He lifts the spoon to my mouth and gives me a look that says 'Eat or I'll shove it down your nose.'

The batter was sweet and the more I tasted it the more tart it became. He quirks a brow for my opinion. I shrug and nod, wincing when he hits the top of my head with the spoon.

"What was that for?" I grumble, rubbing the aching spot. He turns away, mumbling things in Russian, mixing the batter with a clean spoon.

"Next time, if I make you taste something, tell me if it's good or bad." He huffs, making me roll my eyes. He was always very sensitive when it came to his cooking or baking. We all had our sensitive spots.

Mine was literature. If anyone told me the poems I read or the sonnets I memorized were poorly written or not fit for today's standards, I'd get very upset. Callan's was his style. He'd get upset if someone told him he dressed poorly or if he had a bad sense of style. Sometimes he'd even get pissy when someone judges his taste in art.

I walk out and sit on the couch, closing my eyes and sighing. Everything was quiet and peaceful. It was just how I liked things. I was close to dozing off before I heard an evil giggle followed by the sound of footsteps running down the stairs.

My eyes remained shut as I felt Brooklyn climb on top of me, cuddling into my chest.

"What did you do?" I ask calmly, my eyes still shut, I feel her giggling quietly against my chest, making me smirk softly.

"YouTube really does come in handy sometimes..." She says simply, making me open my eyes and look at her questionably. "I tied him up."

Oh.

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We needed some fluff and cutesy stuff after that filth...

This following week I will be very busy with this semester's homework since I am wayyy behind. If I don't update next Sunday, know it's because I was eyeball-deep in projects and had zero time to write.

Toodles, toots!

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