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sweetlyskz · 1 year ago

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Emerald Gem||Chapter 2

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language

Word count: 2.6k

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The next morning you wake like any other morning. When the roosters crow, you absentmindedly make your way downstairs, partially unaware of the mess you had made yesterday. The first floor was empty, not a single hybrid in sight. The house was quiet- a little too quiet. You began to make breakfast, cooking a meal for a family instead of just one. After searching the fridge, you grab about 10 eggs instead of just one and use all of your fresh bacon from the butcher shop in town. You also scrummaged through your cabinets for some flour. Maybe they'll like pancakes?

The first of the pack to wake up was the bunny hybrid. He told you his name was Jungkook. Sleepy-eyed, he tiptoes his way to the kitchen, following the aroma of bacon and eggs.

"Mm, smells good", he mumbled, sneaking a piece of bacon off of one of the plates. You smacked his hand lightly.

"Not so fast", you warned him. "Go wake the others and tell them to come to the dining table. I wanna talk about something while we eat breakfast."

He gulped. The last time someone just wanted to talk, they were put on the streets and being hunted like rabid animals. He was praying to whoever above that this was not the case.

"It's nothing bad", you promised him, as if you could sense his nervousness. "I meant what I said the other day. You all can stay as long as you please. I just want to go over some ground rules and make sure your stay is as comfortable as possible."

He nodded, making his way back to the room to wake up his pack mates. While he gathered up the crew, you set the table, laying out two plates of bacon, two stacks of pancakes, a plate of eggs, and a glass bottle of homemade maple syrup. You placed a fork and knife at each chair and a pile of napkins on the center of the table, close enough for everyone to reach.

One by one, everyone made their way to their seats. First was Jungkook who rushed to the table after informing the other breakfast was served. Next was timid Fox, Hoseok. He took the seat closest to you. Trailing after him was a panther hybrid, Yoongi. You haven't had the chance to talk to him yet, but it seemed like he wished to keep it that way. He took the seat furthest away from you. The pack leader, Namjoon, came out last with two other wolves and a sugar glider.

"Thank you for the hospitality", said Namjoon. He sat directly across from you, speaking with his head hanging low. Now that you think about it, none of them made eye contact when speaking to you, head always in their lap fiddling with thier fingers.

"No need to thank me", You replied, scraping some scrambled eggs onto their plates. The bunny looked at them with disgust, picking up his fork and picking through it, not ever putting the fork to his lips.

"Is it not up to par?" You asked him. Maybe the eggs went bad. Sometimes you don't get to the eggs fast enough. He shook his head.

"No! I bet there great... I just don't really like eggs", He whispered, as if he said something he shouldn't. However, The pack omega, Jin, was quick to scold him.

"Don't be a brat", he reprimanded. "Eat the food that miss y/n took her time to cook for us. She's been gracious enough to let us stay here. Don't give her a reason to kick us out!"

You interrupted his scolding. "It's okay! there's plenty more for you to eat here, as long as you still get your protein."

They looked at you in confusion, and you returned the same look. If you were being honest, it scared you, listening to Jin talk to him that way. Did they actually believe that you would put them out over something so trivial? Everyone went silent, slow to touch their plates.

"Just to be clear, I would never kick you guys out. This is your home now, if you so choose to stay. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me. Tell me if you do or don't like something. I want to get to know you guys more, now that we're roommates and everything."

"T-thank you miss y/n", Jin uttered. "We've never been treated like..."

Like people, he wanted to say.

"And another thing", you continued with your speech. "You don't have to call me that. I would actually prefer you just call me by my name. Just y/n will do just fine." You showed your bright smile to let them know you weren't upset.

"okay... y/n" he hesitated. You could see a slight smile sneak up on his face, but he quickly pushed it away. You took it as some progress. Instead of putting everything on their plate, you let them choose what they wanted. It made it easier to see what you should cook next time, knowing what foods they craved the most.

"Also, I have to go in town and get you guys some new clothes, but in the meantime you guys can wear some of my brother's old clothes. I probably won't get any until next week. I don't like going in town." It's true, you dreaded going into town. That's why you preferred the rural setting. Your brother however, wanted to experience more, leaving you and your parents to take care of the farm. And when old age finally caught up to your parents, they moved to the city, wanting a minimalistic life. And you inherited it all, and he wanted nothing to do the family farm or you.

The guys looked like they had questions, but they didn't dare ask them. Instead, they thank you for the meal and go wash up, putting on the clothes you gave them, giving you enough time to clean up and wash the dishes.

"I can help with that, if you want", you heard a voice behind you whisper. You turned around to see who was speaking, only to see no one there.

"Uh, sure?" You spoke into the air, hoping whoever asked could hear who. Then a head peaked around the corner with perked ears, followed by the rest of his body.

"H-hello", the wolf whispered. "I'm Taehyung. Jimin wanted to come too but he's a little more shy." He spoke whilst looking at the ground, face as red as a cherry tomato. "I'm good at washing dishes!"

"Really? I would love that", you smiled, lightly ruffling his hair with your slightly wet hands. He hid his face in his hands, making you smile even harder. If he is this shy, you can't imagine how Jimin must be.

After a while he gained enough courage to grab the sponge from your grasp, washing each plate carefully. While he washed the dishes you dried them and put them away, creating a system for the both of you.

"So, where are you guys from?" You tried to make small talk, hopefully lightening the mood. Sadly it did the exact opposite. his head tilted at your question, like he was trying to remember.

"You mean where we were born?" He asked you.

"Yeah, like your birthplace. For example, I was born right in this very house. My mother had a home birth." You don't think he understood what that was, but you decided to just leave it alone for now.

"Well, I was born in a lab, I think. The lab is all I remember. I never met my parents. Jin was made in a test tube, so he doesn't have any parents. I think the only one who grew up with parents is Hoseok."

"Oh, that's unfortunate", is all you could bring yourself to say. You can't imagine it, your whole life being used as some project, some new invention, being given away as pets or fighters. Life must've not been too kind to this pack of hybrids.

Taehyung shrugged. "It's nothing we're not used to. That's why this is so important to me. I really don't want to mess this up again."

"I would never. There's nothing you guys can do that would make me do such a thing."

"That's what the last one said", he sighed. "That's why Joon is so cautious. The last time he let someone in, he was being hauled to a research facility."

"I'm so sorry", you sympathized. "But I promise you will never have to deal with that as long as you guys are here. Let me prove it to you." After hearing all that these guys have gone through, you made it your personal agenda to make them feel as loved and wanted as possible, starting with the oldest.

***

In order to understand your new roommate's better, you began to do some research on their breeds in your study. Panther hybrids, like Yoongi, sleep for almost have of the day and prefer dark spaces. A bunny hybrids favorite snack is carrots, of course. Luckily you have plenty of them in your garden. Honeydew is a very important part of a sugar glider hybrids diet. Wolves and foxes need a large grassy area to call their own and shift into their animal form more often.

"Y/n?" A voice called on the other side of the door, breaking you away from your research.

"You can come in, Tae", you knew that smooth deep voice by memory now. "I was just finishing up but you can sit down, if you want."

The wolf opened the door, observing the decor in your office. He was mesmerized by all of the books you kept on the shelves, probably covered in a white, dusty film. It's been a while since you dusted. You pointed to the comfy navy blue couch in the corner of the room, suggesting he take a seat.

"Are you busy? I don't want to interrupt..." he slowly sat down on the couch, finding the comfiest spot.

"Not at all! I actually need your help with something, if you're up for it."

He shook his head, a little too eager. "Anything."

"I want to know what Jimin and Yoongi like. Out of all of you, they're the ones I interact with the least, and I really want everyone to feel welcomed here", you stated. "I want to respect their space, but also let them know I want them here."

Taehyung thought about it for a second, looking up as if there was a thought bubble above his head. "Well, Yoongi is a domesticated panther, so he likes cat trees and anything he can scratch or lay on... But Jimin is a little more difficult."

You made a mental note to add that to your shopping list.

"Wait!" He blurted, as if the thought bubble above his head turned into a light bulb. "There is one thing that Jimin loves, but you might not be ready for it."

Your mind automatically went to another place, somewhere Tae was not trying to go. "Nothing like that!" The look on your faced must've been too obvious. Embarrassed, you put your head in your hands to cover the red that crept up your cheeks.

"Jimin really loves scenting", He said plainly, as if you knew what that meant. After a minute of silence he realized you probably needed a definition. Stupid humans, he thought.

"Scenting is really a comfort thing. He's a little more territorial than the others, and I bet he would be pleased if you let him scent you. It's just rubbing scents glands, like your neck or your wrist."

You nodded, taking in all of the notes Taehyung gave you. Maybe this will work, you thought. Can't get any worse, right?

***

That same night, Jimin was in the living room, watching some silly cartoons on the old television. You took it as an opportunity to go and socialize, get to know him better.

"Can I sit?" you asked him, pointing to the spot next to him on the couch. He nodded, scooting over some to give you a little more space.

"You don't have to move, Jimin", you told him. "There's plenty of room here for both of us."

"I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable", he whispered, never breaking eye contact with the tv. You scoot closer to him, gently overlapping your leg with his.

"Is this okay?" He nodded quickly. You could feel his heart start to race. You could see his mind racing. Something in you made you want to go further, to see how far you could go. You laid your head on his shoulder, wrapping both of your arms around his arm.

"W-what are you doing?" He stuttered.

"Trying to get comfortable", you shrugged nonchalantly. Even though you played it off, your heart was also racing. You hadn't been close to anyone this way in such a long time. You felt rusty. "Are you comfortable?"

"N-not really... n-nervous."

You pouted. "Oh... well, Tae told me that scenting helps calm you down. You can scent me, if you want." You kept your attention on the cartoons, but you could see him looking at you startled.

"How do you know what that is?" He questioned. Maybe she doesn't know what she's asking for... this must be too good to be true.

"Taehyung explained it to me briefly. He said it would make you more at ease." You swung your hair to the other side, tilting your neck, as if giving him permission to do as he pleases. "You can scent me if you want to. I don't mind it, really."

You could tell he was contemplating it, his hand easing its way to your waist. "Are you sure? This isn't something I take lightly. Once, you do this, you're mine." Your eyes widen at his choice of words. His darkened.

"O-okay", you whispered. You couldn't speak any louder, for fear that the tremble stuck in your throat would escape. His? You can't possibly become his, not when he already has plenty.

In a sudden haste, he lifted you from the couch and onto his lap. You gasped, clinging onto his shoulders to balance yourself. He then slid his hand behind your neck, forcing you to tilt your head back, giving him perfect access to your sent glands. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he licks a wet stripe down your neck.

"Holy shit, Jimin", you moaned. it was honestly an accident. Tae told you this was supposed to be comforting for him. He didn't say you would enjoy it. Maybe you should've done your own research.

Instinctively, you try and pull away from him, but it seemed that his reflexes were much faster. He continued peppering you in sloppy kisses, mind in a haze. Jimin couldn't think even think clearly. If he could, he would realize that you were now slowing grinding on his lap, subconsciously trying to relieve the tension between your legs.

"What the hell am I doing?" He whispered to himself. he couldn't stop repeating it. And no matter how many times he said it, he still couldn't find the answer.

Then, as if suddenly finding the answer, he shot up from the couch, tossing you from his lap to the seat cushion. His eyes were wide, obviously in distress.

"Jimin, what-"

"I... I c-cant", he stuttered, backing away from you slowly. You tried to reach for him but it only made him more apprehensive. "This was a mistake... I'm so sorry..."

And with that he ran to his sleeping quarters, leaving you sitting in the living room dumbfounded. Guess things could get worse...

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autumnscribbles · 1 year ago

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lost | c.b

summary: you convince colby to finally let you join an adventure, but what was supposed to be a fun night takes a wrong turn.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none really?

a/n: my first colby imagine!!! i absolutely loved writing this and getting back into the fandom so i hope y’all like it! feel free to send more requests :) it ended up being pretty long and probably not my best work but it was so fun anyway!! hope you enjoy lemme know!

“Pleeeeease can I come babe?” you begged, pouting as you stood in front of Colby as he was packing his camping equipment.

“Y/n I really don’t want anything to happen to you,” he sighed. “It could be dangerous.”

“I’ll be fine!” you reassured him. “I’ve gone camping lots of times, plus I’ll be with the pros.”

“Yeah man, let her come!” Sam piped up from behind you. You turned around and grinned at him, knowing that he would be on your side.

“Fine,” Colby sighed, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Only because I can’t say no to that face.”

You felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as Colby pulled over the car, ready to go set up your camp site. It was also your first time in a Sam and Colby video, and you were excited to have this new experience documented so well.

You guys all began pulling the camping equipment out of the trunk. Thankfully, it was still light outside so you weren’t feeling too spooked yet. You had never had a paranormal encounter yourself but after being with Colby for so long, you couldn’t quite say you didn’t believe in it. You felt yourself feeling jumpy at every small sound, and the boys found it quite amusing.

“Guys, as you can see, Y/n is not used to being in haunted forests,” Sam laughed, pointing the camera at you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” you laughed. “Once I get into the swing of things I’m gonna be tougher than all of you.”

The boys laughed as you began to walk down the narrow path to try and find a good place to set up camp. The boys pointed out a nice area and you all began setting up the tents. You had to admit, you weren’t the best at it, so the boys did most of the work. Once they had set the tents up, you crawled into yours and placed down the sleeping bags, pillows, and backpacks you brought.

“Are you sure you don’t want to all sleep in the same tent, Sam?” you asked.

“Depends how scared I get,” he chuckled. “But if you hear me crawling into your tent in the middle of the night, you’ll know why.”

Once you had set up camp, you guys decided to explore the forest a little. It was starting to get dark, and you felt the eeriness hovering around you. You jumped slightly as you heard a low, growling noise.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Colby chuckled nervously. “Was that an animal or a person?”

“I don’t know what’s worse,” you laughed. “Let’s keep going, didn’t you guys say there’s a cabin in these woods somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure where it is relative to where we’re standing now though,” Sam replied, looking around as if that would give him a clue.

You walked around the forest for a while, but decided you’d save searching for the cabin another day since you currently didn’t know where it was and it was getting dark. Eventually, you made your way back to the tents and decided to take it easy the rest of the night.

You lay in the tent, Colby’s arm wrapped around you, your hood pulled up over your head to keep warm.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Not too scared?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled. “It hasn’t been too scary yet minus a few weird noises we’ve heard while walking around.”

“We’ll keep you safe,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours gently. “Try to get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

You nodded as you curled into him, trying to warm up. The nights felt very cold in the tent, but luckily for you Colby was a great heater when you were cold. You tried not to focus too hard on every little sound around you, and eventually dozed off.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You jumped slightly, rummaging for it beside you. By the time you found it, the ringing stopped. It was probably nothing. As you tried to go back to sleep, you felt like you needed to pee. You sighed, pulling your shoes on to leave the tent. You felt nervous, and debated waking Colby up, but decided against it. You weren’t going to go far, and it would only take a minute.

You unzipped the tent quietly, walking off just past the tents to go to the bathroom, when you heard a sound beside you. You looked over, not seeing anything in the pitch black. You heard a whisper, and approaching sounds of leaves and branches cracking. You tried to call for Colby, but your voice was only a whisper. When you felt something graze your arm, you took off running. You didn’t have time to scream, or call for Colby or Sam, your instincts told you to just run as fast as you possibly can.

You were out of breath and finally slowed down, but now you had absolutely no idea where you were. Your adrenaline was so high, that you didn’t even take a mental note of how to get back to the camp site. You pulled out your phone, turning the flashlight on to hopefully find the main path again. You felt terrified. You jumped at every small noise, scared that whatever touched you would come back. You started to wonder if there was anything at all, or if your fear made things up. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, feeling stupid. Why didn’t you just wake up Colby? Why didn’t you scream instead of taking off? What if you never got back?

You tried screaming their names, but you had no idea how far you were. If they could even hear you, especially if they were asleep. Your phone didn’t have service now, despite the strange phone call from earlier. You wanted to be strong, so you started walking, hoping to god you weren’t going even further from the boys.

Colby jolted awake, unsure what it was that stirred him from his surprisingly peaceful sleep. When he reached over to cuddle you, he was met with nothing but your empty sleeping bag.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

He put on his shoes and got out of the sleeping bag, hoping he’d find you nearby. When he didn’t see you, his heart began racing, his breathing quickening.

“Sam?” he called, running over to his tent and beginning to unzip it.

“What’s going on?” Sam mumbled, still half asleep.

“Y/n’s gone,” Colby said, the back of his throat stinging with the sobs threatening to escape him.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Same asked, suddenly completely awake and alert, grabbing his flashlight and turning it on.

“I-I don’t know. I woke up and she wasn’t beside me and she’s gone,” Colby rambled. “We need to find her.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sam whispered. “We’ll find her. Let’s get some of your stuff and we’ll try to follow the path.”

They began screaming your name as loud as they could, hoping you could hear them and weren’t too far. They didn’t care about anything haunted anymore, all they cared about was finding you.

“Dude what if we don’t find her?” Colby asked, beginning to panic. “I can’t let anything happen to her.”

“We’re going to find her,” Sam said confidently. “We just need to keep looking, she couldn’t have gone too far I don’t think.”

Your pace began slowing, the exhaustion taking over you. You hadn’t made any progress from the looks of it. You were starting to give up. You were dehydrated, cold, and pure exhausted.

You fell to your knees, putting your head in your hands as you sobbed.

“Colby!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Please!”

Your wails turned silent, utter defeat consuming your body. There was no way you could find your way back in the dark like this. Your extreme and utter panic had faded. Your adrenaline had depleted, and you felt your eyes fluttering shut as you rested your head on the cold, damp, floor.

“Colby!!!” a faint scream said in the distance.

“That was her!” Colby screamed. “Y/n!!!! I’m coming!!!”

The boys began running towards where they heard the sound. It was faint, but they heard it. They must have been somewhat going in the right direction.

They continued calling your name, Colby wiping tears from his face as he continued to move forward. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. Not until he knew you were safe.

After what felt like hours of walking, Sam came to a halt.

“Colby...” he whispered, his flashlight aimed towards a form on the ground. It looked like a human...it looked like you.

“Y/n!” Colby screamed, sprinting over to you and shaking you. The worst case scenario briefly flitted through his mind as he waited for you to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Colby’s in the glow of the flashlight. It instantly woke you up again.

“COLBY!” you screamed, jumping up and wrapping your arms around him, instantly breaking into sobs.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” he cried as he held you as tight as he ever had.

“You found me,” you whispered. “I thought I was going to die out here.”

“Of course I found you,” he said, stroking the back of your head. “What happened? How did you get so far?”

“I-I got up to pee and I heard something. Then I felt something touch me and I just started running. I didn’t even think,” you explained, tears streaming down your face. “I was so scared, Colby.”

“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered as he rubbed your back. Sam sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you, too.

You felt so grateful for both of them. They didn’t give up on you when you gave up on yourself. You felt overwhelmed by love not only for Colby, but for Sam too.

“I think we should go home,” Colby said. “We can come back another time.”

“No!” you exclaimed. “This was supposed to be a fun adventure, let’s not ruin it because of this. I’m fine, really.”

“Babe, I don’t think we should-,” he started.

“Really, Colby,” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. “Let’s make this the most epic adventure ever.”

“Okay,” Colby agreed. “But promise you’ll wake me up if you have to leave the tent for anything, okay?”

“Promise,” you smiled, kissing him gently.

The three of you walked back to the campsite, hand in hand, finally feeling calm. You had the scare of your life, but you were happy to be back and safe with the boys. Sam decided to sleep in your tent, which made you laugh because you knew it would happen eventually.

Tomorrow was a new day, and what was a ghost hunting adventure without fearing for your life? You thought sarcastically.

You lied down between the two boys, pulling the sleeping bag up to your chin.

“I’m happy to be here with you,” you said. “Even though in that moment I wanted to be anywhere else.”

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, girl,” Colby chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

He wasn’t going to let you out of his sight from now on, and you couldn’t be happier or feel more safe.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fic #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby fic #imagine #snc #sam golbach

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ethansluvbot · 1 year ago

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hotch unconsciously favouring new bau!reader and she doesn’t even notice 😭😭 she just thinks he’s super sweet and everyone is like 🤨🤨 where’s our special treatment aye?

WHERE DO WE GO NOW | A. HOTCHNER

warnings: mostly fluff, but a kiss?

an: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG HOPE YOU LOVE IT, ignore how bad im at writing like technical fbi stuff lol

as he returns to his seat on the jet, hotch gives you a pack of food and some water. you put your earplugs back in after grinning and thanked him. morgan smirked at his boss's strange actions, but he remained silent.

"all right, let's briefly review the case's facts. while morgan and prentiss travel to the M.E., jj and reid head to the crime site. y/n and i will head over to receive a briefing. okay, everyone, let's get going."

you smooth your dress down and collect your belongings, trailing hotch in the process. as soon as you enter, he opens the door for you and goes inside for a briefing.

"the victim's boyfriend last spoke with shelby at 9:02 p.m. we spoke with the bartender at jack's bar, where she was around for the majority of the evening at 9:30. we are currently obtaining the security footage from her. tell my staff or me if you need anything."

spencer said as he left the room, "i'm going to call garcia and ask for access to the security cameras sooner rather than later."

"how's jack doing?"

"he is doing well! he does, however, truly miss you, especially your homemade chocolate chip cookies."

"does he miss the cookies or do you?" you chuckle.

Thinking to himself, "I will not answer that question," you smile and wondered who else he let his guard down for. we was always open to you, even though he never discussed his past with others.

"what would you say about you, jack, and I visiting the aquarium? ever since you got him that ipad, he has been telling me about dolphins, and i get texts all the time."

as he takes a sip of coffee, reid enters the room and says, "garcia has found the camera footage. what did I ruin something?"

1 HOUR LATER

"as of right now, it appears that the unsub prefers women who are between the ages of late 20 and early 30. Every victim carries a huge risk, and I think he enjoys the possibility of exposure. kidnapped from bar parking lots despite the fact that his face is constantly hidden. he has a dark-colored van and it's clear by the signature he injures the victim, since he has a long-term damage of his own.

"y/n i would prefer if you would lay low on this case, you fit the profile and i don't want anything to happen to you."

"are you certain? given the profile, it could be the greatest option for us."

he nods while leaning back in your chair, knowing that he thought too highly of you to see you be in harms way. you have no idea how much more than you realized he cared for you.

"fine, do not put yourself into a situation where you know it will end bad."

the remaining members of the team carrying on the discussion regarding the unsub's actions. garcia chiming in with men who match the description. you gently brush your hair away from your face and glance at the hotch. even though you quickly avert his gaze, you can still feel his eyes on you.

"i'm sorry to break this terrible news, but I believe there is a match for this suspect. i'm sending you travis's records and the last two address on file." the group leaps up and sprints towards the available cars. together, you and hotch jump into the car navigating your way to his address.

you get out of the car as soon as you get there. as you search the house, some of the team arrives, and you head upstairs. Your mouth is grabbed by a hand and you are slid into a room. you fall as a result of your head slamming into the wall.

you were able to get up and cause him to lose his balance by kicking the back of his knees. your body reverts to its limp form. travis limps his way back toward your body. there's a shot, and you reach for your gun. You turn to face the hotch, who is gripping his gun.

You say, "thank you," as he helps you leave the house. doctors are rushing to your side right away. hotch stays by your side throughout the whole thing. It is a blessing to have someone who is as concerned as he is.

He asks in jest, "so you still up for the aquarium?"

TINY BONUS

With your earbuds in but the volume down enough to hear the entire conversation, the team continues to tease you on the flight back. "Where's our special treatment?" you chuckle to yourself in private.

#criminal minds smut #criminal minds #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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scoobydoodean · 10 months ago

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Okay now it's time for an extensive breakdown of Sam's incredibly manipulative pleading at the end of 4.21 that I was making fun of yesterday.

My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me.

There are many lies packed into these two sentences and I want to go through them one by one.

Lie 1: Sam always does what Dean wants to do.

Sam presents his whole life as a life where he has always done what Dean wanted. Sam suggests he has never deviated from Dean's wishes.

However, on many occasions when Sam and Dean have arrived at an impasse, Sam simply went his own way, which directly contradicts his claim that he always takes Dean's lead.

1.11: Dean wants to go on a case John directed them toward, and Sam wants to go to Sacremento to search for John (who doesn't want to be found) with nothing but an area code. He has Dean pull the car over, then gets out and leaves. Sam and Dean later talk on the phone and apologize to each other, but with the understanding they'll both go their own way. Sam gets worried when Dean doesn't respond to his calls (because he's been kidnapped) and abandons his plan to take a bus to California of his own accord.

1.12: Sam tricks Dean into seeing a faith healer by saying they're going to see "A specialist".

1.20: Sam starts a screaming match with John over him telling them to take the next exit on the highway, while Dean complains about them both being insufferable and always getting into petty fights.

2.10: Dean begs that they just lay low for a while and take a break and think (after he reveals John's last words). Sam runs off.

3.05: Dean shoots down Sam's plan to threaten a crossroad's demon (with The Colt) into breaking Dean's contract. Sam sneaks out at night to summon a crossroad's demon anyway and threaten her, and then kills her when she doesn't do what he wants.

3.09: Sam stops Dean from killing Ruby.

3.10: Sam steals a hair off Dean's head so he can go into Dean's dreams with him and insists he is going when Dean objects that he doesn't want Sam in his mind.

3.11: Sam kills Dean at one point on accident when Dean tries to end his reign of terror with the owner of The Mystery Spot.

3.15: Sam wants to stay in town and find Doc Benton so he can use his alchemy to make Dean and himself immortal. Dean wants to go and find Bela, who has The Colt. They part ways, with Sam staying and Dean going to search for Bela alone.

3.16: Right after Dean explicitly states that he does not want Ruby to be summoned in a last ditch play to save his life, Sam summons her behind Dean's back.

4.01: Sam wants to kill the demons that threatened Dean in the diner, and Dean doesn't. Sam sneaks off at night to go back to the diner to kill them on his own, but the angels have beaten him to it.

4.07: After implying that Sam using his powers against Samhain is a joint decision and he wants Dean's feedback, when Dean objects, Sam runs off to face Samhain alone anyway, leaving Dean with several still-trapped teenagers he can't abandon to keep him from following to help.

4.09 (4.01-4.04; 4.12-4.22): We learn that while Dean was dead, Sam directly went against what Sam in 4.04 describes as "Practically [Dean's] dying wish" (4.04) by working with Ruby to hone his powers to take revenge on Lilith. He continues to work with her after Dean is brought back to life until 4.04, then picks the habit back up at the end of 4.12. In 4.14, he says that he is intentionally going behind Dean's back because Dean is too weak to be of use and is holding him back.

4.15: Dean says he can't stop Sam from having secrets, but asks Sam to please not treat him like an idiot (i.e., keep telling lies), when it's obvious that Sam is lying to him about what happened with Alastair in the graveyard. Sam very much continues to lie instead of just insisting upon his privacy.

4.18: Sam and Dean fight about Sam's lies and then because Sam wants to stay in town and face Lilith, while Dean wants to leave to escape Chuck's writing. Sam refuses to budge and the brothers separate until the end of the episode.

4.19: Sam wants to turn Adam into a hunter and Dean hates the idea. Sam first starts teaching Adam about hunting behind Dean's back, then in front of him while Dean watches on, sickened.

In the third hading, I note incidents where Sam and Dean had a dispute and Dean conceded to Sam's views.

Lie 2: Sam follows Dean's lead because Dean is his brother and for no other reason. It's blind faith.

Sam wants wants Dean to set aside his moral principles and his skepticism and place blind faith in Sam for no other reason than that Sam is his brother, and he frames this request as a show of mutual solidarity. He's placed blind faith in Dean, so why can't Dean do the same for him?

First, there's manipulation here in that this alleged blind faith entitles Sam to also receive blind faith in return from someone unwilling to offer it, which is nonsense. Just because you choose to (allegedly) abandon your principles and beliefs for blind faith in another person does not mean the other person is obligated to follow your lead, treating their own moral principles in the same blasé manner you do.

Second, while absolutely—there have been points up to 4.21 where Sam did not do things because Dean didn't want to do them, or where Sam did things he didn't really want to do because Dean wanted to do them... it's very shady to suggest he only ever concedes purely because Dean is his brother and he has blind faith in him.

Thinking up incidents where Sam concedes to Dean's wishes on something:

1.02: Sam objects to Dean wanting to protect Haley and her brother because they'll be dead weight in the woods, while Dean wants to protect them.

1.03: Dean insists on going on the case instead of sitting around angst-ing about John and how the leads on him have dried up, and Sam concedes.

1.10: Sam wants to call the FBI on John to find him while Dean wants to follow the coordinates John just sent them to see if he's there. Sam ends up going along with Dean then spends the whole episode taking his anger about John's absence out on Dean who had no control over it.

1.21: Sam does not rush into a burning building and die trying to reach Azazel because Dean holds him back.

1.22: 1) Sam wants to sit in a motel waiting for an unknown number of demons to arrive with three bullets left in The Colt and Dean insists they go to Bobby's to learn about demons instead. 2) Dean insists on rescuing John over revenge 3) Dean brings The Colt to save John behind Sam's back, and then ends up using a bullet to save Sam's life.

2.04: Dean thinks he's found a case (he has) and Sam thinks he's just making things up. Sam agrees to go along with it even though he's skeptical until the fact that it is a genuine case is proved to him.

2.12: Sam doesn't like Dean trying to work with Ronald to stop the shifter but they don't really have a choice.

2.19: Sam doesn't want to help people in prison and Dean does, and Sam concedes and goes with the crazy plan to get arrested and go to prison to stop the haunting.

3.01: Sam wants to take Dean to another faith healer to try and get him out of his deal and Dean refuses to go.

3.12: Sam wants to sacrifice Nancy and Dean argues against this and offers an alternative plan where no one gets sacrificed, which Sam ends up going with.

3.13: Sam agrees to go on "Their Grand Canyon" hunt as one of Dean's dying wishes and gets mad when it goes sour because of The Ghostfacers.

3.15: Sam wants to turn them into Frankenstein's monsters to save Dean from his deal and Dean says he'd rather die.

3.16: This one is tricky, because Sam initially goes behind Dean's back by summoning Ruby to save Dean specifically against Dean's dying wishes, but then after he gets caught and Dean gets Ruby's knife, Sam concedes to using Dean's plan where they try to sneak up on Lilith and kill her with Ruby's knife. Dean's reasoning is that he wants to end the cycle of them saving each other with demon deals that only turn sour.

I think the pattern shows that contrary to fanon, Sam is not some poor helpless victorian maiden being swept along by the tides of the immutable sea. In most cases, it's that he realizes he thinks Dean is right about something at the end of the day, even if he doesn't like it. Not because Dean is his brother, but because Dean won him over with a well-reasoned argument, Sam realized he was putting his desires over right and wrong, or Sam didn't (at that time) want to disrespect Dean's wishes concerning Dean's own body and life.

NOTE: You might notice season 4 is "missing". This is because when I look at all of the season 4 episodes, the closest thing I can remember related to Sam just agreeing to do whatever Dean wants is him deciding to stop using his powers in 4.04, except that Sam makes it very clear at the end of the episode that he's quitting by his own choice and Dean's wishes have absolutely nothing to do with it.

Lie 3: Dean never does what Sam wants to do, and he never trusts him.

Not only does the supposition that Dean has always taken the lead Sam's "whole life" imply that Dean never concedes to Sam's view, but also when Sam requests Dean's trust "for once"—as if, not one single time in his entire life, has Dean ever taken Sam's lead or put trust in him. My mama used to say "exaggerators are just lie makers in disguise", and this is some wild lie-making in disguise.

1.06: They go back hundreds of miles to check in on Sam's friend who Sam believes has been framed for murder, even though Dean thinks it's kind of wild for Sam to believe his friend didn't do something the police have clear evidence he did.

1.09: Dean goes with Sam to Lawrence after Sam has a vision about someone dying in their whole house. The idea of going back to Lawrence is extremely upsetting to Dean, but he realizes Sam is right and they have to investigate.

1.12: 1) Sam tricks Dean into seeing a faith healer which upsets Dean, but even so, Dean does what Sam wants, goes into the tent, sits where Sam wants him to sit, and goes up on stage to be healed at Sam's request. 2) Sam says they cannot kill whoever is controlling the reaper because they're human. Dean respects Sam's moral principles by doing what he wants to do.

1.14: 1) They go on this case because Sam has a vision and Dean puts his trust in Sam's vision. 2) Sam insists they can't kill Max because he's human, and Dean respects Sam's moral principles by doing what he wants to do.

2.04: Dean goes with Sam to Mary's grave even though he doesn't want to be in Lawrence or to be anywhere near Mary's grave.

2.05: Sam orders Dean to stay away from Ansem because he's vulnerable and Dean easily agrees, going a long distance away to observe from afar with a rifle.

2.09: 1) Sam has a vision that Dean is going to kill someone. Dean is skeptical, but agrees to go along with Sam anyway. 2) Dean doesn't kill the dude infected with croatoan virus partly because of Sam's pleading that it would be wrong, and Dean finding he agrees. Sam is right.

2.04, 2.09, and 2.10: Dean trusts Sam with insights into his emotional state/why he wants to die after Sam asks him to open up about how he's feeling.

2.12: Dean thinks they should have told Ronald about the shapeshifters, but concedes to Sam's perspective.

2.22: Dean begs Sam to rest for a while instead of immediately getting back on the trail after Azazel, not wanting to lose him again, but Sam insists they go, and Dean concedes.

3.07: Dean wants to go face Gordon alone. Sam breaks down in tears and begs Dean to just be his brother again and stop doing reckless things. Dean instantly softens and agrees to lay low.

3.10: Dean doesn't really want Sam in his head invading his privacy but doesn't stop Sam from joining him in his dreams.

3.11: Dean lives over 100 Tuesdays of Sam bossing him around in various ways, including repeatedly insisting they can't leave the motel and he is not allowed to eat breakfast or go anywhere by himself. Dean puts his trust in Sam even though each time he has no clue what's going on and often has little to no context.

4.04: Sam insists they tell Jack Montgomery that he's going through a metamorphosis so that he can try and stop himself from eating people, and Dean agrees.

4.06: Sam spends the whole episode telling Dean what to do and telling him he needs to go places he's scared to go.

4.09: When Alastair breaks into the church, Ruby tells Sam he needs to use his powers to crush Alastair. Dean starts to protest, but concedes after Ruby says they'll all die otherwise.

4.10 #1: Sam enacts a plan that puts Dean and Ruby at extreme risk (Dean with the angels who have threatened to throw him back in hell, Ruby with Alastair). Both put their trust in Sam and his plan.

4.10 and 4.11: Dean opens up to Sam about his trauma from Hell.

4.19: Though he argues with Sam vehemently multiple times about what he's doing, Dean never actually stops Sam from teaching Adam to be a hunter.

Dean trusts Sam multiple times, and follows his lead on several occasions (even a few times with extreme moral reservations, such as 4.09 and 4.19).

I've also pointed out before that Sam picks most of their season 1 and season 2 cases, contrary to the popular fanon claim that Dean is always dragging Sam everywhere to hunt when he doesn't want to. In season 3, Sam leads them to hunts in 4 different episodes (3.04, 3.05, 3.11, 3.15). Dean finds two (3.02, 3.13). Who picked the rest of their season 3 hunts is either not stated, starts with them being contacted by a friend which leads them to investigate (3.01, 3.03, 3.10, 3.14), or is just them getting into a situation against their will (3.12). 5 cases are Sam's idea in season 4, and two are Dean's. The remainder are unknown, mytharc episodes, or kidnappings.

Lie 4: Sam is just asking to be seen as an equal, and Lie 5: Sam trusts Dean.

Sam's most overarching manipulation here is this idea that he just wants equality. He's showed consistent trust and blind faith in Dean and he deserves the same. He's been Dean's loyal follower going wherever Dean wants him to go, and he wants to be treated as an equal now who receives trust equal to the trust he alleges he places in Dean. However, he plainly shows the entire season that he does not want equality. He wants Dean to be beneath him. We see this just a little before this bit of the conversation, when Sam says Dean can't do anything—that he isn't strong enough and only Sam can do this. Sam shows almost the entire season that he doesn't respect Dean as an equal by lying to him over and over about what he's up to, going behind his back, refusing to believe that Dean can stop the apocalypse as the angels have said. He makes it clear in 4.14 that he is keeping his actions a secret because Dean is too weak and pathetic to be of use and is holding him back. We confirm this following episodes (4.16, 4.17, 4.18, 4.21) where Sam explicitly says Dean cannot do what needs to be done and Sam has to take over. Dean is not capable. Sam has no faith or trust in Dean at all.

#bad liar sam winchester #4.21 #season 4 #youre such a control freak #sams follower/leader false dichotomy #In which Sam is not a helpless little waif with his hands cast over his eyes being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea #pk rewatches spn number ?#projecting displaced aggression and scapegoating in spn

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jumpingjoltiks · 4 months ago

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I just got a new cat! Could you please write something about the submas twins partner getting new pokemon & how theyd react? (and maybe something with sugar daddy submas too if thats okay?)

Oh wow that’s so exciting! Congrats on your new kitty friend!! ≽^•⩊•^≼

Warnings: None. Just fluff :)

▲ Ingo ▲

Absolutely thrilled for you! Bravo!

Have you caught them already? He would like to meet them sometime (Or see pictures. Or battle. Please battle with him!)

You haven’t caught them yet… Would you like some help going to catch them? He’d be happy to brave the tall grass and go along with you!

Ingo packs up plenty of supplies & a picnic lunch and makes it a fun date with you.

You go out in the morning, searching high and low for the perfect partner. For a city guy, he knows the wilds really well. By noon, you’ve found them, and you and Ingo both spend lunch getting to know your new friend.

By the time you three head back in the evening, you’re all worn out, and collapse into a cuddly nap pile.

▽ Emmet ▽

Verrry excited to hear you’re expanding your team! This means new double battle pairings in the future.

Immediately starts considering how to best incorporate them into your living situation.

How big are they and do they evolve? How much space will they need, both for living and enrichment?

Don’t let the sunny smile fool you. Emmet is very much the practical twin.

Once your new teammate has been caught, he sets up a day for his team to meet with yours for introductions.

He can’t help but be a little nervous. When he and his brother were young, it took joltik nearly two months to stop being terrified of lampent. Ever since then, he’s been very mindful about how best to introduce new members to old ones.

When everything goes even better than expected, he breathes a sigh of relief… Welcome to the team!

▲ Both ▽

Scheming

Did you forget they were battle facility heads? They are running the numbers almost immediately.

Stats. Ideal EVs / IVs. Movesets and eggmoves. Abilities. Natures. Strategies. Held items. Team composition. How to counter you in battle. How to incorporate and work as a team with you.

Have you already considered all of this? By all means, lay out your plans and they will happily make suggestions and comments on everything. And I mean everything! Prepare yourself for at least an hour of going over every detail.

Some considerations are naturally moot if you’ve already caught them yourself (and they’d still happily welcome your new friend into the throng, no doubt!), but if you’re looking for a teammate that’s also been bred to be better for battle… they both have connections and can help you out.

Their own pokemon are also very excited to meet their new friend, but they’ll have to wait and do it properly. They both have fully stacked teams – it might be a little overwhelming if everyone goes at once!

Heaven help you if you get a team member that’s already on one of their teams. They’re practically scrambling over themselves to help in all the ways they know how.

�� Sugar Daddy!Submas ▽

In addition to all of the above, they are putting together a welcome package for your new team member!

Fun toys, specially made treats, accessories and special items that are made for them, and so on

They present a handful of options for apartment additions or renovations – for a cat pokémon, cat trees or climbing shelves and perches – and let you choose your preference. It will be delivered and installed within the week, preferably while you’re out of the apartment and on a date with them.

They take very good care of their own teams, so they have a lot of experience with choosing special toys and items for ‘mon enrichment!

Send them pictures with your new friend! Whether it’s them snuggled up under some super soft blankets, playing with a new toy, or even wrestling or napping with one of your original teammates, they always want to hear from you.

#ingo #ingo x reader #submas ingo x reader #emmet #emmet x reader #submas emmet x reader #submas x reader #x reader #sugar daddy submas #my writing

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fanficdelulus · 1 year ago

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Renewed

Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

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Violet eyes shrinking in horror once more as Suguru pushed past the heavy double doors of the church. His gaze immediately locked on his best friend. Satoru was sorrowfully carrying Riko's lifeless body towards him, a white sheet draped over her, while white-gown-clad church members smiled and clapped in an unsettling celebration.

"Satoru? Is that you?" Suguru shakily questioned as his longtime friend neared him. "Looks like you saw Shoko," Satoru noted as his gaze lingered behind Suguru in search of you.

"Yeah... I'm fine. (Name) is—" Suguru paused, his voice faltering as his violet eyes clouded over in dismay. His mind flashed back to the moment he was dragging the two of you towards the medical sector in search of Shoko.

"Suguru... we have to help Satoru," you wearily murmured as blood rushed past your lips, and coughs wracked your fragile frame.

"Shoko's doing everything she can to help her," Suguru replied, his voice heavy with sadness as his eyes caught Riko's lifeless hand falling out from underneath the covering.

"I'm the one who messed up," Satoru regretfully remarked, a pitiful sigh escaping his lips. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with grief and despair. Satoru's voice quivered as he made a grim suggestion, his eyes reflecting the pain that weighed down his heart. "Should we kill them all? The way I am right now, I wouldn't feel a thing."

Suguru, ever the voice of reason, shook his head slowly, his expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "No," he began, his voice low and filled with sorrow, "it would be pointless. We, as Jujutsu Sorcerers, must always have a reason."

With a heavy heart, Suguru reached for Riko's lifeless form in Satoru's arms. The two of them were caught in a painful moment of loss and helplessness, the significance of the situation weighing heavily on their souls.

Suguru tried to offer Satoru some consolation. "Go see Shoko," he advised, his voice gentle but laden with sorrow. "She'll help you once she's done with (Name)." The room held a sense of profound grief and despair as they grappled with their losses and the harsh reality of their world.

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Satoru returned to school with a heavy heart. Guilt gnawed at him as he entered the med sector. His gaze fell upon you, and a deep sense of remorse washed over him. You lay in the bed, looking incredibly frail, your face pallid, and red splotches of pain marring your cheeks. Each slow and labored breath you took felt like a dagger in his chest.

His fingers hesitated above your limp hand, the guilt making it hard to bring himself to touch you. Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and Satoru turned to see Shoko entering.

"The blade that pierced through her chest had been tipped with poison," Shoko explained as she walked out of the storage closet, a pack of cigarettes in hand. Her words struck Satoru like a blow to the chest. "I've done all I can for her," she continued, her voice grave. "She's strong, though. I'll patch you up when I come back."

With those words, Shoko turned and exited the room, leaving Satoru alone with you. The weight of his guilt and the uncertainty of your condition hung in the air as he stood by your side.

Satoru was surprised when he arrived at the medical ward as usual, only to find your bed empty. Suguru had been sent on a mission, so he was alone. Shoko approached him, seeming to anticipate his concern.

"Yaga moved her back to her room this morning," Shoko informed him, her tone calm and professional. "Her wounds have completely healed. We're just waiting for her fever to break."

Satoru watched her walk off to the storage room. The news was somewhat of a relief, yet anxiety still gnawed at him, wondering how you were faring in your room. Quickly finding himself in an unexpected position, holding a tray of medical supplies in his arms, as Shoko suggested he go check on you.

"Why me?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, not exactly known for his caregiving skills.

"Because you care about her," Shoko replied matter-of-factly. "She's comfortable with you around. Now go."

Satoru sighed and made his way towards your room. This was not a situation he was accustomed to. But he couldn't deny that he cared about you, perhaps more than he'd care to admit.

Opening your door with a hesitancy he didn't usually experience. Inside, Satoru found you, lying still in your bed. As he got closer, he couldn't help but notice the returning color to your cheeks. The slow, steady rise and fall of your chest was a reassuring sight, and he took a deep breath, feeling a hint of relief.

Moving a chair next to your bed, he took a seat and set the tray of supplies aside, before watching over you. It was an unfamiliar situation for him. He wasn't used to caring for someone in this way. Satoru's usual self-confidence wavered as he sat there, silently willing your fever to break and for you to awaken.

He continued to remain in your room as the minutes stretching into hours. His usually composed exterior concealed the swirl of emotions he felt as he kept a vigilant eye on your peacefully resting form.

In a moment of somber realization, Satoru sat alone in your room, his gaze methodically moving across the minimalistic decor. It was a room void of the usual family photos and mementos, and that absence spoke volumes about the painful truth. His knowledge of the tragic night when Toji Fushiguro had brutally taken your parents' lives and nearly claimed your own had added a heavy layer of understanding to the room's emptiness.

As his piercing aquamarine eyes roamed your room, he couldn't help but marvel at your tenacity. You had faced the man who'd slaughtered your family and tried to take your life a second time. It was a story that gave new meaning to the word "strong."

Satoru found himself contemplating the meaning of strength. Until now, he had often defined it by raw power and cursed techniques, but your story had offered a different perspective. He couldn't help but have newfound respect for those he had once deemed weak. In your courage and resilience, he discovered the true essence of strength – the ability to confront the darkest aspects of life and emerge stronger.

The minimalistic decor of your room, the stark emptiness, seemed to resonate with the profound void that your heart might have felt after losing your family. The room felt almost too quiet, a stillness that mirrored the absence of those you loved. Yet, amidst this emptiness, a childishly decorated picture frame on your nightstand drew Satoru's attention.

As he picked up the frame and gazed at the photo within, a subtle, melancholic smile graced his lips. The picture showed you, your face lit up with pure joy, alongside two other children who were clearly not related by blood. Yet, the bond you shared in the photo was unmistakable. He assumed these must be your siblings despite the lack of any family resemblance.

It was an image of carefree happiness, the three of you captured at a lake, enjoying a beautiful day together. The laughter and pure joy on your faces were infectious. In that single photo, Satoru saw the essence of what you had been fighting for – a world where such moments of happiness and innocence could be preserved.

As Satoru sat by your side, a sudden, painful moan escaped your lips, immediately snapping his full attention back to you. He carefully set the picture frame aside and brought the back of his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

His brow furrowed with concern as he noted your fever was still elevated. He reached for the cooling towel that lay nearby and gently placed it on your forehead. He planned to change it shortly when a sharp gasp from you made him pause.

In an instant, his silent prayers were answered. Your eyes sprang open, still dark and hazy with sleep, but it was a sight that filled Satoru with immense relief.

"[Name], you're awake," he whispered, his voice laced with both surprise and happiness.

Concern filled his bright blue eyes as he noticed the panic in yours, and soon it was replaced by pure fear. He was about to ask if you were okay when you suddenly threw your arms around him.

"You're alive, Satoru..." you sobbed as you tightly held onto him, your cries quickly reminding him of the horrifying events that unfolded three days ago.

Satoru's heart skipped a beat at the mix of relief and fear in your actions. His arms slowly encircled you, holding you close. He knew that he had survived Toji's brutal attack, but the pain and trauma from that experience still lingered. In this moment, you were his lifeline, grounding him in the present.

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice trembling with raw emotion, as he gently stroked your back. "I'm alive, and so are you."

Your [e/c] eyes filled with fear, and your heart raced as you anxiously questioned, "Where's Suguru? Did Toji get away?" Your breaths came out in frantic, panicked pants.

Satoru, with a protective instinct, pulled you even closer while you were already sitting in his lap. He held you tightly, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. "Suguru's fine," he said with a calm yet comforting tone. "I took care of Toji."

You felt a mix of emotions flooding through you, and your voice trembled as you questioned, "Toji, is he...?" The words trailed off, the unspoken fear still lingering.

Satoru nodded reassuringly, confirming your unspoken fears. "He's gone."

Relief washed over you, and you felt tears of gratitude welling up in your [e/c] eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of emotions, grateful that your friends were safe. In that moment, you clung to Satoru, thankful for his presence and protection, and the world began to regain its balance.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as you became more aware of your position. Flustered and embarrassed, you couldn't help but take note of the way his arms held you securely. Cheeks burning as you glanced down at the situation, realizing you were nestled in the crook of his neck, perched atop his lap.

Lifting your head slowly, you met Satoru's gaze, his aquamarine eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Your cheeks flushed, and you stammered, "I'm so sorry, Satoru, I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't realize..."

He interrupted with a soft chuckle, "No need to apologize, [Name]. You just woke up, and you were scared. It's completely understandable.” A mix of embarrassment and gratitude washed over you as he continued to hold you in his strong, reassuring arms.

Satoru's thoughts were in turmoil as he held you close, your presence stirring something deep within him. He couldn't quite explain why he felt such a strong connection to you, drawn by an inexplicable warmth that seemed to radiate from your very being. But for now, he kept those feelings to himself, silently relishing the simple pleasure of having you safe in his arms.

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A whole year of intense training had passed, during which you, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru had dedicated yourselves to honing your jujutsu skills. Under the guidance of the skilled Satoru Gojo, you had not only become proficient but had also developed a deeper understanding of your abilities. Days filled with relentless practice and nights of studying had gone by in a flash, and your progress was evident.

During this year, you had not only grown more powerful but also closer to Satoru. His expert guidance had become a beacon of inspiration for your development. You admired him not only for his incredible powers but also for the warmth he carried around him, a stark contrast to his often cheeky and carefree exterior. Your training sessions often felt more like bonding moments, and you had shared stories, laughter, and even moments of vulnerability.

Satoru's eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint as he stood before you, instructing the three of you to throw the stationary items you held at him, you and Shoko exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and curiosity in your eyes.

With a synchronized motion, you, Shoko, and Suguru hurled your items toward Satoru. What followed was nothing short of spectacular. Each item you threw hit an invisible barrier, stopped in its tracks. Your amazement was undeniable, and an enthusiastic "Wow!" escaped both you and Shoko as you witnessed this incredible display of power.

Satoru couldn't hide his cheeky grin as he revealed his ability to use Limitless nearly constantly. It was an awe-inspiring feat, but Shoko couldn't help but voice her concern. "You're gonna fry your brain like that," she skeptically noted.

Satoru, however, remained carefree and confident as ever. "I can also use my reverse curse technique around the clock, so I’ll always have a fresh brain," he cheekily informed you all.

"Now, [Name], show them what you've been working on," Satoru encouraged as he gestured for you to come forward. With a deep breath, you knelt down, placing your hands on the dry, dusty ground. A tingling sensation surged through your fingers as you channeled your curse energy.

In an instant, the earth beneath you transformed, blooming with fresh and vibrant flowers. Their sweet scent filled the air, intoxicatingly delightful, and Shoko and Suguru couldn't resist the allure of the blossoms. They happily walked among the vibrant petals, brushing them with their hands. Laughter bubbled from their lips as they fell to the ground, rolling in the flower-filled field, their giggles of joy filling the air. It was as if they'd been transported to a dreamlike meadow.

With a gentle smile, you ceased using your technique. The intoxicating haze of the flowers lifted, and Shoko and Suguru gradually returned to their senses. Their dreamy expressions transformed into confusion, and they jointly asked, "What just happened?"

"It's my ability! I can create a field of intoxicating flowers that will distract and, hopefully one day, subdue my opponent," you cheerfully explained, your newfound abilities a testament to your dedication and growth over the past year

Giggling as Shoko hugged you tight, she praised you, "Great job, my little [Name." Her laughter filling the warm summers air as she added, "Apparently, that idiot can actually teach, who would've thought?"

Satoru, annoyed by her playful jab, retorted quickly. The two of you shared a giggle, relishing the camaraderie. After slipping out of Shoko's hold, you made your way toward Suguru.

"Great job, [Name]," Suguru tenderly praised as he gently placed his hand atop your head. You flashed him a warm smile, feeling deeply grateful for the support from your friends.

"I couldn't have done any of this without you guys," you confessed, recognizing the integral role your friends played in your growth as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

For a split second, you saw longing in Suguru's eyes. Concerned, you asked, "Are you okay, Suguru?" His blank gaze made you worry even more.

"Do you enjoy being a Jujutsu Sorcerer?" Suguru's quiet question hung in the air. His hand moved down, gently caressing your cheek before falling to his side. "Of course I do," you replied, concern evident in your tone as you met his gaze with your [e/c] eyes. "I'm able to learn and grow with all of you while helping those who are within my reach." You wanted to reassure him.

"You've lost weight. I know something's up. Talk to me," you tenderly offered, urging him to share his burdens.

"It's been extra hot out lately. I guess I'm just tired from the heat," Suguru softly answered. A wistful smile pulled at his lips before he turned to make his way back toward the dorms.

Your stomach twisted with knots as you watched him walk away, sensing that something was bothering your friend. Satoru couldn't help but notice the exchange between the two of you. His sharp eyes missed very little, and he had observed the conversation with a knowing look in his aquamarine irises.

As Suguru walked away, Satoru sauntered over to you with his usual swagger. "Something on Suguru's mind?" he inquired, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear, tone low and suggestive.

You sighed, your shoulders drooping as you glanced back in Suguru's direction. "I'm not sure. He's been acting strange lately, and I can't help but feel like he's hiding something. He said it's just the heat, but I don't think that's the real issue. Could you talk to him?”

Satoru, with a wry grin, responded, "Oh, don't you worry. I'll have a little chat with him. Suguru's a stubborn guy, but he can't resist the charm of yours truly."

His confidence was almost infectious, and you chuckled at his casual cockiness. "Thanks, Satoru. I appreciate it."

With that, he strolled away, headed in the direction Suguru had gone. You watched him for a moment before heading back towards the dorms, your mind filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

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It was your first day alone in the medical sector, Shoko being away on a mission. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on your shoulders as you tried to maintain your composure.

As you prepared the metal table with a heavy heart, the room felt stifling. Shoko had taught you well, but today was a grim test of your abilities. The pale, lifeless figure of Haibara lay before you, a cruel reminder of the unforgiving world of curses.

Nanami, known for his calm and collected demeanor, had slumped into a chair, the loss of his best friend clearly shattering his composure. "Damn it, it was supposed to be a simple grade 2 curse..." his voice trembled with regret and anger. The weight of what had happened hung heavily on him, and you couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow for the man who had always been there to help you.

Suguru, too, bore a heavy heart.This loss had struck at the very core of your group, a stark reminder of the dangerous world you lived in. It was a somber moment, and as you prepared to do everything you could for your fallen comrade, a profound sadness settled over you all.

Your hands moved with a practiced precision as you began your work. As you operated, the memory of your younger brother, his kindness and innocence flashing before your eyes, creating a lump in your throat. You pushed your emotions aside, concentrating on piecing together what remained.

The room felt heavy with grief as you and Suguru worked together, covering Haibara with a white sheet. Suguru taking the initiative to gently suggest to Nanami, "Go get some rest, Nanami. Gojo is taking care of it."

Nanami, still overwhelmed by the loss of his friend, sighed heavily. "Why doesn't Gojo just take care of everything on his own? He's the strongest, after all."

As you washed your hands, you couldn't help but wonder to yourself, "Must he shoulder everything?" You knew Nanami’s words held no malice, but it left you wondering what being the strongest truly entailed in the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

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“After Geto's curse exorcism mission, there was no one left alive in the village. Evidence of Suguru's curse technique and its residuals were found at the scene. These disturbing events have led to him being labeled as a curse user, now facing execution.”

Yaga's grim revelation sent a shiver down your spine. You and Satoru exchanged incredulous glances. "What?" Satoru questioned, his voice filled with disbelief.

Yaga continued, "From the looks of it, his parents' home is also empty, and with the leftover remains we found, it appears he had done the same to them as the villagers." He concluded with a heavy sigh.

Your stomach coiled with dread, as you hurried down the hall and out of the doors, yearning for the solace of fresh air. It was hard to comprehend the shocking revelation about one of your most trusted friends. The information swirled chaotically in your mind, leaving you feeling uneasy, was it really the Suguru you knew who had committed such a heinous act?

The weight of everything that had transpired since your move to Japan suddenly bore down on you as you rushed back to your dorm room; found your running shoes, quickly changed, and headed to one of the parks Suguru had shown you on one of your off days. His words from that day echoing in your mind as you rushed there.

"The next time I come here, I'll have made my decision."

You were nearly out of breath as you raced around the expansive park, tall green trees surrounded you as their leaves blew peacefully in the wind.

"Hey [Name]," Suguru softly greeted as he approached you from behind. Tears welled up in your eyes; your friend looked so different from who you had come to know and love. His usual warm violet eyes were now dark and distant. Tears welled up in your eyes as you questioned him, "Did you really do it?"

The silence hung in the air for a moment before Suguru let out a heavy sigh, "It was me”

His confirmation sent fear coursing through your veins. Suguru had always been the voice of reason, the one who showed kindness even to those who didn't deserve it. You had looked up to him as a pillar of strength and morality, and now, that image was shattered.

“Your own parents? How could you, Suguru?" Your voice quivered, laced with a mix of disbelief and sorrow.

Suguru's eyes, once warm and kind, now seemed cold and distant. "I want to create a world of only Jujutsu Sorcerers. Those who can evolve and awaken their curse energy should survive, and those who can't... they don't belong. My parents couldn't be exceptions if I was going to make this a reality."

Your voice cracked as the painful memories rushed back. "You've seen how cruel and painful it is. I had to witness both my parents get murdered and endure near-fatal injuries to awaken my curse energy. How can you be so heartless, especially to your own parents?"

The park's serene surroundings felt like a surreal backdrop for this heart-wrenching conversation. Suguru's indifference contrasted sharply with the peaceful nature that surrounded you.

"To live in a world without curses... a world of true peace," Suguru began, attempting to rationalize his actions.

But you couldn't accept this justification. "I understand that our lives as Jujutsu Sorcerers are filled with pain and far from fair," you said, your voice steady, "but I've also seen human lives that endure their own forms of cruelty. It's not for us to pass judgment on the innocent. Our existence is simply the luck of the draw."

As your words hung in the air, it was clear that Suguru's path and your beliefs had irrevocably diverged.

"Please don't go," you tearfully pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. But Suguru had already turned his back to you, and he walked away, disappearing into the bustling city streets.

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Returning to campus as the sun began to set, you were greeted by Satoru as he waited for you by the gate. The two of you walked back toward your dorm in heavy silence, the weight of Suguru's defection pressing on your shoulders like an unbearable load.

Standing by your dorm room door, you turned to face Satoru, your eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Tears welled up in your [e/c] eyes, and your voice quivered as you made a heartfelt promise. "Satoru, I promise... I'll bear the burdens that I can for you," you confessed, your voice heavy with the weight of the situation and your determination to support him. Tears streamed down your [s/t] cheeks, revealing the depth of your commitment.

Satoru's tender, teasing voice reached your ears. "You're such a crybaby, [Name]," he remarked as he gently wiped the tears from your face, his touch reassuring and affectionate. Then, he enveloped you in his arms, and your body instinctively relaxed into his embrace. In that moment, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you reciprocated by hugging him back, finding comfort in his closeness.

The warmth of your connection, the tears, and the shared pain all formed a powerful bond between you two. It was as though your hearts were intertwined, providing solace and understanding in the face of the overwhelming future that lay ahead.

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Hi loves! I hope you enjoyed this chapter,tell me what you think in the comments and thank you for all the love this story has received I’m overwhelmed but all the support!

As always, much love xoxo

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planetlibby · 3 months ago

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dean winchester x sibling user

first post <3

You and the boys had been tucked away for the night at the usual small town motel, some old lady sat behind the reception chain smoking while reading the paper, the wall’s wallpaper peeling and most of all the place stunk of rat piss. What a magical place!

It was nearing midnight as you tossed and turned once again, the place had two twin beds and money was tight (when wasnt it) so you were stuck on the couch while the boys got the two twin beds. You always got the short straw. Painfully, you sat up on the couch, rubbing your neck at the pain that was already beginning to form from just an hour of laying on the couch.

Grabbing your jacket and your cigs you headed outside, trying your best to open and shut the door as quietly as you could. Planting your ass on the edge of the curb as you lit up the cigarette, taking a deep drag of it before inhaling then exhaling. The smoke surrounding you and the sky, truly was beautiful how it intertwined with each other before difussing into the air.

You thought you had been quite before you hear the door click open behind you. Fuck. You kept your head forward taking another drag before dean sat down next to you. He didnt say a whole lot except take the cigarette from your fingers taking a drag of it himself. He had never classed himself as a smoker like you had but more of ‘if i need it, i need it’ so not often.

‘Yer gonna catch a cold sitting out here,’ His voice is low and raspy from the sleep or the coldness taking over. Dean placed the cigarette back between your fingers, he wasnt wrong; the seasons had began changing once more, moving from autumn into winter.

‘Since when did you care?’ You asked a tad bit defensively, recently your words always had that edge to them.

‘Since you stopped taking care of yourself,’

Oh. Of course you had been maybe taking a little less care of yourself but everything had been getting too hetic. Dad was so close to your grasps but the search for him still remained, and maybe you smoked nearly a full pack of cigs in a few days but that was normal? right? loads of people smoked like that. your thoughts laced with trying to defend yourself but you knew it, deep down they were excuses.

‘’m sorry,’ You mumbled to Dean, he had always had to play a father figure to you, as much as dad was dad, dean was dad to in his own way, he had always made sure you and Sammy were fed and safe.

‘Just dont want you getting too rough,’ That was probably some of the more sweet stuff dean had said to you. He was protective and caring but he didnt show in the lovey dovey way. Thats how dad had raised him to be the macho man solider; because thats what dad did, he raised soliders not children.

‘I know,’ You murmured, you knew he had your best intentions at heart.

‘Go get some sleep, ill sleep on the sofa,’ There was no point in disagreeing with dean because he was sure as hell stubborn like that.

‘thanks,’ you flashed him a small thin lip smile before heading inside.

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crazylittlejester · 3 months ago

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damn posting fics this early feels crazy, i’m rarely even awake this time of day

Summary: Warriors takes Wind out scouting him because the little sailor found himself unable to sit still and he needed an outlet for his energy. It’s a good thing Wars wasn’t alone, his blood sugar dips too low and he didn’t bring himself any snacks

A wave of dizziness slammed into him hard enough to leave him breathless and Warriors crouched down with a groan, lifting one hand to his aching head while the other shot out to the ground in front of him, stabilizing him so he didn’t fall over. He had incorrectly guessed his head was hurting him due to exhaustion, but the rising nausea and heat in the back of his neck just confirmed his new theory. He needed to eat something.

“Cap’n?” Wind called, turning around and walking towards him.

The two of them had headed off alone to explore the area around camp and scout for enemies, but also the walk was giving the little sailor a much needed chance to get all his extra energy out. The kid found it impossible to sit still, and his need to move around constantly had started to overwhelm some of the others who were looking for a moment to relax, so Warriors had volunteered to take the pirate with him while he searched the area. It had been going great, he loved listening to the kid talk, but he’d started feeling a bit off a while back and had stupidly decided to ignore it.

Warriors was forced to sit down properly on the ground when his arm started shaking, no longer able to prevent him from tipping over, and he hung his head with a sigh. He didn’t think it was so bad yet that he should lay down, but as he brushed his hand off on his trousers he couldn’t help but notice he was swaying a bit.

“Ye be needin’ sugar, right?” Wind asked him. The soft brown eyes staring at him were full of worry as the little sailor blindly dug through his pack with a determined look. “That’s why ye suddenly be lookin’ so pale?”

The captain nodded, grateful at least one of them had brought a bag. Warriors had stashed two red potions in his belt and brought everything else they possibly could’ve needed on a short walk, except for any kind of food. He felt like an idiot, being so irresponsible that he was relying on a thirteen year old to save his ass because he hadn’t thought to bring food or eat a little something before they left. Time would never let him hear the end of it when they got back to camp.

Warriors had to close his eyes to try to fight off the nausea, but he couldn’t stop his eyebrows from furrowing in concern as Wind’s rummaging through his bag started to sound more and more violent. Little curses met his ears and he cracked an eye open to find Wind elbow deep in his pack, glaring at the contents of it as if they’d betrayed him somehow. He couldn’t help but let out an amused snort, earning him an exasperated look from the kid.

The pirate eventually found an orange and pulled it out with a triumphant laugh, handing it to Warriors before digging around for a second one. It didn’t take him nearly as long to find his own orange as it had to find the first one, and once he’d grabbed it, Wind tossed his bag to the side and sat down next to Warriors with a tired sigh.

As he peeled his fruit, he watched Wind curiously as the boy furiously picked at his, grumbling under his breath as he tried to create a starting point in the peel.

His brother caught him staring and blinked up at him. “I know it’s hard for ye to eat sometimes and I didn’t want ye to be feelin’ like I was just watching, so I’m eating with ye!”

Warriors breath caught in his throat, he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes and he froze. Assassination attempts had made his relationship with food and eating very complicated, and many times he found himself starving because his anxiety got too bad. Oranges were a safe food for him, their peel making it hard for them to be tampered with. He knew it wasn’t impossible to poison an orange, but that extra layer between his food and the outside world made him feel more comfortable. Though even the feeling of safety brought to him by eating the fruit wasn’t enough to quell all his anxiety if he was the only one eating. It was hard to eat when he was the only one and people were staring at him, he felt much more comfortable eating with the others even if it was hard for him to eat the same thing they were eating some days, and he felt ridiculous about it.

He didn’t know how to feel that not only had Wind noticed something the captain tried to hide, but the little sailor had gone out of his way to help him and comfort him.

Warriors gently took the orange from his brother, pressing the side of his nail firmly into the peel and creating a small hole in it before handing it back to the kid so Wind could finish peeling it on his own.

“I really like oranges,” his brother told him after a few seconds of silence had passed between them, popping a slice into his mouth. “They be good fer preventin’ scurvy. Ye don’t be wantin’ that, it sucks.”

Warriors let out a wet laugh, blinking away the spots in his vision and laying down while he ate his own fruit. He listened to Wind talk on and on about his great love for citrus, which eventually turned into a story about his adventures, until the captain felt he could maybe sit upright again without being worried he’d faint. He’d definitely have to eat more when they returned to camp, but for now he’d be okay for the walk back.

“Ye be lookin’ better,” Wind told him, pointing at the captain’s face. “Yer lips were gray an’ it made you look all wrong.”

He slowly blinked at the pirate for a few seconds, head still a bit fuzzy. “Yeah that happens sometimes.”

“Ye be alright?”

“I will be,” Warriors smiled softly at him as he pushed himself up off the ground so he was sitting upright again, relieved to discover he didn’t feel like he’d pass out. His heart ached a bit when the sailor visibly relaxed seeing the color back in his face. “Sorry for worrying you, bud.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. You good to go back?” Wind asked with a wide grin. “I be wantin’ to bother the old man.”

“Sounds good,” Warriors rolled his eyes fondly, ruffling the kid’s hair and pulling him close in a hug.

The sailor shrieked and screamed, giggling when the captain’s thin fingers dug into his sides.

“AY! NEXT TIME I BE LEAVIN’ YER ASS IN THE DIRT!” Wind squeaked as Warriors laughed.

He let the kid go and Wind scrambled to his feet, hands on his hips as he glared down at the captain. Warriors was still laughing as he pushed himself up, stumbling only a little once he was upright.

When the pirate wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him as they walked back, Warriors pressed a kiss to his brother’s soft blond curls.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“Any time, Cap’n,” Wind grinned up at him, squeezing him a little tighter.

#jes talks #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wars #lu wind #lu fic #jes fic

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the-writer-in-the-winter-forest · 3 months ago

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The Universe Next-door

Summary: While on his "Search for a New Anchor Being" montage, Wade comes across Wolverine and Storm variants who rain on his parade.

A spin on the scene from Deadpool Vol 5 #15 (2013)

Pairing: Storm x Wolverine

Word Count: 980

No Warnings/ Pretty Tame

A/N: Is the humor forced and bad? Mayhaps, but I gave it a try. Please be merciful upon me.

If Wade had known that jumping from one universe to the next in search of a new anchor being would take this much time and painful effort, he would have packed snacks. What situation can't be improved with snacks? This one could use a protein bar or something. Low blood sugar is a bitch! It’s only when the TemPad opens another gate that Wade's nostrils are filled with the oh-so-sweet smell of breakfast foods.

“Huh, so does the X-Mansion look the same in every universe, or did the studio just not want to pay for another location? I guess it is all about location, location, location.” That might work to his advantage. Besides much of the layout remaining the same, only a few noticeable differences were noticeable: a painting and chachi here and there, different light fixtures, and rugs.

Wade looks around the halls curiously. “Now, which door leads to the Blackbird? No, no, stay focused. Note to self, though, find universe with easily accessible Blackbird.”

A joyride would have to wait for now; Wade starts to follow where that oh-so-delectable smell came from. A systems crash is now becoming a controlled systems crash. Students move around the dining room, gathering food on their plates and searching for friends to sit and eat with.

“I don’t think they'll mind if I help myself.”

The dining room went silent as all eyes focused on the strangely dressed visitor helping himself to a large stack of pancakes. Students murmured amongst themselves in disbelief. This couldn't be a new teacher.

“Be not afraid, you beautiful freaks of nature. Don't mind me. I’m just grabbing a quick shnack; then I have to grab another shnack who happens to be one of your hairy custodians, and no, I’m not talking about that hairy blue guy with the glasses. The sofa in the foyer is covered in hair.” He leans into his plate of pancakes. “That hair shall not taint you, my sweet, sweet flapjacks.”

After a bit of bribery, which entailed kidnapping their history professor, which would guarantee them no more homework, Wade makes his way to the second floor, down the hall, takes a right, and it’s three doors down.

“Oh my gosh.” He squeals. “I love that band.”

Wade does grant the courtesy of knocking on the door three times before bursting in unannounced. The curtains are closed, the room smells faintly of cigars, clothes lay askew on the floor, and an unmistakable lump lies curled up in bed, buried deep under the covers.

“Oh my. He does sleep like an animal. Hairy and nude.” Wade's body shutters with excitement before skipping over to the curtains. “Ding, dong, my Wolvie is dead. Rub your eyes, get out of bed.” With one motion, the room is flooded with sunlight. “Ooooh, what a beautiful morning!” The lump under the covers only stirs slightly. “Huh, I thought I could summon him with singing. Maybe if I tell him, he can host the Oscars again.”

Wade walks over to the lump, placing a firm smack on his ass before laying down next to him. “You must be like me and need your eight hours of beauty sleep, cuz let’s be honest, it isn't just diet, exercise, and good mental health that keeps thyself oh so lovely. “ No response is given. “Alright,” Wade sighs heavily, getting up from the bed. “Time to get dressed for school.” Before Wade can feed the impulse to stick a sword up his target's ass, he suddenly feels a tiny droplet of water on his forehead. It would have been of little concern until heavy rain began to fill the room. "Guess ol Charlie needs to fix his pipes."

Wade is pulled from his ramblings when his intended target emerges from the adjoining bathroom with a towel around his waist and slicked-back hair. He freezes upon seeing the uninvited guest. “You ain’t supposed to be here, bub.” He snarls, his claws extended in a flash of light. Wade's eyes widen as he ever so slowly turns his head back towards the bed.

The body under the blankets pulls itself out to reveal a very unpleasant morning-faced, dark-skinned woman with shockingly short, white, spiked hair. “Huh,” Wade looks curiously at the woman. “Gotta admit I love the hair. If it wasn't for the rain, I was gonna assume that the studio just gender and ethnicity bent another Wolverine.” He stares off into the distance, seemingly addressing no one. “Wierd move, guys.”

The weather Goddess sneers at Wade. “Do you know what happens to-”

“Yes, I know what happens to a toad when it’s struck by lightning.” Wade groans. “Man, Bryan Singer did not do you justice. Unless you’re from the new timeline, then Simon Kinberg really did you dirty. And apparently, this fuckin fanfic writer likes callbacks like some musical theater putz.”

Her smile then turns wicked. “Then you should know what happens next.”

Wade doesn't get a word out before his body receives an agonizing jolt of blazing hot electricity through its system. This was undoubtedly a first for him, and this amount of voltage bleeding through him is a record.

He raises his trembling hand to speak, only to fall straight back onto the floor with a loud thud. “There is a nice tingly feeling all over now.” Wade whispers weakly. "Got it. This one's not up for grabs." He says to Storm. Wade manages enough movement to activate the TemPad and slip through the gateway before the angered Wolverine can stab him through his corneas. Thankfully, he doesn't fall far and lands on something soft. In one quick motion, he returns to a seated position, trying to shake out the remainder of the body tingles. “Well,” He huffs, finally getting back up. That’s certainly a rarity in the fanbase. But those two are getting freaky? Tsk, that girl should know better.”

*Wink*

#deadpool and wolverine #deadpool 3 #logan x ororo #logan and ororo #storm x wolverine #wade wilson #logan howlett #ororo munroe #ororo x logan #marvel #mcu #fanfiction

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freesia-writes · 9 months ago

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Hey!!! So excited to see that you were opening requests for a Bad Batch Valentine's event! I would like to put in a humble request of a one shot with Echo and a female reader. I have no specific details on appearance. For the general vibe, I would like it to make me feel all the happily ever after feels. I love all your work, can't wait to see what you do next!! ❤️ 😍

Yeah baby! I can't ever resist a little stargazing/campfire sort of situation, so here's a fairly generic setting that's just filllllled with his sweetness (and slight sauciness, LOL). Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Echo x GN!Reader

970 words

No content warnings

Underneath the twinkling canvas of stars, you and Echo found yourselves nestled around the crackling campfire, the warmth casting a gentle glow over your faces. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and the distant sound of nocturnal creatures stirring in the forest.

Echo sat beside you, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames as they flickered and swayed in the cool night breeze. His expression was thoughtful, his brow furrowed slightly as if lost in deep contemplation.

"You know," he began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you, "there's something about being out here, under the stars, that just feels... right."

You nodded in agreement, following his gaze as it drifted up toward the glittering expanse above. "It's peaceful," you replied softly, "like the chaos of the world fades away for a little while."

Echo smiled, a small, genuine curve of his lips that softened the lines of his face. "Exactly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the fire crackled and popped beside you, the two of you found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing stories and memories as the night stretched on. Echo spoke of his time as a member of the 501st as well as his time in Clone Force 99, recounting daring missions and narrow escapes with a mixture of pride and humility. You listened intently, hanging on his every word as he painted vivid pictures of battles fought and comrades lost. There was a depth to Echo's stories that resonated with you, a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that spoke to the bonds forged in the crucible of war.

"I'll never forget the time we were stranded on that desolate moon," Echo said, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips. "We had to fend off a pack of ravenous nexu with nothing but our blasters and a few thermal detonators."

You laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet of the night. "That sounds like quite the adventure," you replied, imagining the scene playing out in your mind's eye.

"It was," Echo agreed, his gaze distant as he relived the memory. "But it was also one of the moments that brought us closer together as a team. We had each other's backs, no matter what. I felt like a real part of a team again."

As the fire burned low and the sky lay above you as a dark, velvet cover, you realized that this moment was something special. It was a chance to connect with Echo on a level that went beyond the battlefield, to see the man behind the armor and the scars.

"Thank you for sharing your stories with me," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the clearing. "It means a lot."

Echo turned to you, his gaze soft and sincere. "Thank you for listening," he replied, a hint of warmth in his voice despite its wistful touch. "It's been a long time since I've had someone to share them with.”

You felt a flutter of anticipation in your chest, and the air between you seemed charged with electricity, a palpable tension that you couldn't ignore. He shifted beside you, his gaze lingering on your face as if searching for something in the depths of your eyes.

"You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, anticipation coursing through your veins. "What is it?" you asked, barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his hand coming to rest on yours, his touch sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. "I... I don't know how to say this," he confessed, his gaze dropping to where your fingers were intertwined. "But ever since I met you, I've felt... something. Something I can't really explain, and something I don’t think I deserve, but… I don’t want to stuff it down anymore.”

“Oh.” Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. “Echo… How could you say you don’t deserve it?”

“Cause I’m a bit of an ass,” he said with a grin, breaking the intensity of the moment with some levity.

“My favorite ass,” you teased, heart warming at the humor and relief that softened his sharp features.

Echo looked up, his gaze locking with yours, and in that moment, the world seemed to fall away. His pale brown eyes were brimming with emotion, a new vulnerability and courage surfacing at the same time. You didn’t know how to confess all that you felt toward him as well, feeling utterly paralyzed by the dreaminess of the entire situation -- nestled cozily side by side on the ground beneath the stars.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was like coming home, a perfect moment of clarity and connection that left you breathless and wanting more. He sucked air in through his nose, freezing for a split second before tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His arms snuck around you, pulling you more closely against him until you were almost losing your balance, and you came tumbling apart with hands sprawling to find the ground and a small chuckle punctuating the passion.

Once you got situated, you snuggled back together, closer than before, tucking yourself against his side. He nestled his cheek against the side of your head, his fingers tracing patterns against the outside of your arm. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, a rush of happiness flooding through you at his words. "Me too," you replied, turning and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips.

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romantic-disarray · 2 years ago

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“—Where the fuck is it?” Your boyfriend frantically searched everywhere for the sleeping bag he swore he packed.

You laughed, trying to calm him down—although you've been doing that for 5-10 minutes already—you found no choice in giving up. “Reo, it's okay.” You pat his back, lightly kissing his cheek when he groaned aloud, hanging his head low in between his knees.

“Sorry, I guess I was too excited to notice.” He gave you an apologetic smile. Reo had been planning this camping trip since the moment he came back, finding it to be the most efficient way of spending alone time with you.

You chuckled, jerking your head to the tent, non-verbally suggesting that the two of you should get some shut eye. “We can just share my sleeping bag, hopefully it fits the two of us.”

It, in fact, did not fit the two of you. You grumbled, moving your knees up from the stiff position and accidentally kicked Reo in the balls. He groaned loudly, eyes squinting in pain. “That was my nuts, dickhead.” You laughed, involuntarily moving a lot because of it, which caused Reo to wiggle in the tight space, often kicking you on purpose.

The two of you kept going at it, 'accidentally' hitting each other either in the nuts, or in the face. In the end, Reo suddenly gave you a tight hug and pulled you over to lay on top of him. Your eyes widened, the small room only giving you an inch of space from his lips.

Reo grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Now that's a lot better.” He murmured, tiredly staring up at you while you breathlessly stared back. God, even in the dark, Reo still managed to look so beautiful. You smiled softly, kissing Reo's lips before you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking your nuts.” You chortled, inhaling his scent from within the sleeping bag. Reo chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending a wave of shivers down your spine, “And I'm sorry for calling you a dickhead, Love.” You accidentally slapped his chest out of embarrassment, Reo could only groan for the nth time that evening. You slowly pulled away from his shoulder, “Sorry, out of impulse.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

#—carnival ♠️#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #gender neutral reader #anime #male reader #female reader #bllk reo #reo mikage #reo #mikage reo #reo x reader #reo x you #blue lock x reader

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ladycaramelli · 2 months ago

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Loss

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Bestie!George Russell

summary: in which y/n Verstappen finds out her boyfriend made out with another girl at an Party, she told him not to go to but it’s not the only thing she found out

TW: child loss!

a/n: englisch is my second language so pls be nice :)

„Charles, I told you and you went anyway!“, y/n told him, she was angry and sad, „I knew what would happen and I still trusted you!“, a single tear escaped your eye.

„It was not my fault you didn’t want to come!“, he searched for an excuse. „Are you kidding me?!“, y/n voice got louder, „Now it is my fault you went against me? To be exact Cheated on me?!“, y/n felt betrayed. „No that’s not what I‘m saying!“; he scratched his neck looking like a little boy who got in trouble infront of his mom, but he wasn‘t, it was his girlfriend.

„You know, I don‘t care what you are trying to say, just tell me what have I done to you?“, tears were streaming silently down her cheeks, „I thought everything was fine, going the right way…“. y/n couldn‘t look at him not right now, not anytime soon, she turned away facing the big window looking over Monaco.

She heard a sight behind her and the shuffling of his feet made her turn back towards him. Defeated, he let him down onto the couch. “I just found it out..”, she whispered covering in shock, “I know and I am sorry, I should’ve told you right away!”, Charles got frustrated going through his hair with his hand.

He got up and went over to her, trying to embrace her but she stopped him, laying a hand on his chest, that once felt so familiar now cold and strange. “No..”, she whispered so low he almost missed it.

“You know..” he let out a deep breath, “..may it be better if we would go separate ways…” Charles didn’t dare to look into her beautiful eyes, fearing he would regret his choice right away. The tears stopped when y/n looked at Charles after a long moment of silence, “Okay..” there was nothing she could say that would make his choice reverse. Without another word she packed her most needed things before leaving the apartment, going to her car and calling the only person she could go to know.

“Hey love, how can I help you so late?”, he asked. “Can I come over?”, y/n answered quietly. “Sure, you need something?”, “No, Thank you, George!”

*a couple weeks later*

It was cleared up with her doctor that it would be safe to race for her, since it would only be three more races of the season and quite some time between them. George the only one who knew, the only one that went through it along with her.

Seeing him, seeing Charles, two days in a row, wasn’t easy. They haven’t really talked since she packed a few bags and moved into George’s guestroom. And seeing him did in fact hurt as much as not answering his text or phone calls, even more than finding out what had happened that night.

The days were exhausting, it was hot, the car wasn’t at its best and so was y/n.

Qualifying was okay she made it into Q3, but then it happened the breaks weren’t working like they should and she drifted into the wall, it wasn’t bad the car was not too damaged.

But the impact did something to her, a sharp pain in her abdomen, like someone pressed onto it for a second then it was gone.

Qualify ended and she met with the others, George coming directly to her, embracing her in his large figure, “Hey, are you okay? You know!?”, while asking he looked down her body, she nodded, “I think so, there is a slight cramp, but I can mean nothing..”, y/n shrugged slightly before her brother reached her laughing, “Damn, even when you crash you will start third row!” Hugging her from the side, Charles came toward the group. “Good job guys! Can’t wait for tomorrow's race!”, he laid one hand onto max shoulder.

It was so close to her, too close. She felt the heat radiating from him, his racing suit bind around his hips, the fireproofs the right amount too tight.

Y/n felt like she could throw up, especially when his gaze shifted and he looked her right in the eyes. “Hope you good?!”, Charles casually said, it took y/n a second to get it was about her crash, “As always..” she just answered, looking anywhere but him. It was an awkward silence before George took her arm and dragged her alongside him, “See you tomorrow”, he waved the group goodbye.

“What was that!?”, “I don’t know, Georgie… It’s exhausting, like everything, him acting like we’re old friends as if he’s not hurting, not having texted me like a hundred thousand times or called…”, she let out a breath, they were on their way to the hotel. She hissed, out of nowhere the cramp got heavier, “Y/n, what is it? Do you need a doctor?”, “No, I don’t think so, it’s weird it came out of nowhere and now it’s almost gone. I read it can happen..”, she tried to calm George, he was so good to her the last few weeks and she was so grateful for it!

When she woke up there were these cramps again but she needed to race, for her and her team, and to prove it to Charles. Before the race she checked in with her Doctor via call, he told her it could happen due to her body changing, it could be something but on a low percentage.

She race went great, she ignored the cramps adrenaline rushing through her vein washing them away.

The podium was so close…. In the last few meters she got third place, overtaking Charles at the last chance.

Heavy breaths coming through the radio, “Y/n, congratulations! Are you okay? Copy!”, her team said, “thanks guys, I um..I feel a little lightheaded.., maybe the heat!” She said the truth.

George had to retire his car but waited for her at the barricade for her to celebrate with her team. When she got to him she smiled but he could see the pain in her eyes, Y/n' knees buckled when she was in his arms but he kept her steady no one would notice. “Something’s wrong, George..” she cried to him, but before he could say anything she was already on her way to her brother celebrating his P1.

In the cooldown room y/n took deep breaths to keep the cramps away, “Y/n, hey!”, Max shook her arm, she didn’t notice he had talked to her, “are you alright?”, she just nodded and held a cool water bottle against her head. She thought about the look Charles had given her, he had started from P2 and finished P4, overtaken by his ex. He was straddled to say the least.

Everyone had their trophies and sprayed champagne, when it hit her, fighting the dark edges around her vision she more or less stumbled towards Max, grabbing him, wide panicking eyes, “Something’s wrong..” then she fell unconscious, slumping into his arms. Max panicked, not knowing what was going on, calling for help, people rushing towards her, Lando who stood in front of the pair, shielding them from everyone.

And he stood there surrounded by people trying to give an interview, watching on a screen what happened, Charles' heart sank and he couldn’t deny it. They carried her towards an ambulance, George on one side trying to explain, Max on the other. And Charles watched from afar everything in slow motion, “I’m sorry..” he left the interviews.

“What do you mean, there is something she didn’t tell me, George?”, Max held the named one at his shoulder, “Max, trust me if we don’t get her in the Hospital NOW, there is no point in me telling you!”George said, erraging. Max looked defeated and they both got into the ambulance with her.

*in the hospital*

Tears streamed down her cheeks, when she woke up they didn’t have to tell her, she felt it, she knew it, she knew she had lost her baby…

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, Max asked carefully, caressing her head, while he leaned against him. “I don’t know…I thought you might be mad at me or him…”, y/n sniffled. Oh and he was mad at him!

It was better he did not know that Charles was sitting outside her room waiting for an answer. But Max just saw his little sister hurt and he needed to be there for her. The doctors came to check on her ignoring the man outside the door.

Her cries could be heard when the door opened and George came out. “Just so you know, you fucked up man! And be careful Max is not amused..and I am neither”, George had a not happy tight smile on his face, “I don’t even know what happened!?”, Charles was frustrated, his feelings were upside down and no one told him what the hell is going on.

“She lost it…Y/n, just lost your child, man..”, a tiny tear formed in George’s eyes, he was angry, he had wished y/n could be happy for once. “What!?”, Charles was confused, a baby?His child? But he didn’t get an answer from George he just walked down the hallway.

There was a light knock on the door before Charles entered the room, y/n wiped her tears away when she saw him. Max was basically fuming but she grabbed his arm, “Please let us alone..”. When the door clicked close there was a moment of silence when they were inspecting each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he stood at the end of the bed, still in his racing suit, hands on the bedframe. “George told you, hm?”, y/n said instead of an proper answer, “He did, but I wish it was you who told me..”, “I did..I wanted to!”, she sniffed, “But you didn’t let me keep talking…when I said I just found out…I didn’t…I didn’t mean..”,stears rolled down her face. “you meant the baby..” Charles finished her sentence realizing, she nodded defeated. A moment of silence embraced them, “May I?”, he pointed at the chair Max sat at a few moments ago and y/n nodded, suddenly wanting him close.

“Tell me more…” he pleaded, placing his hands on their sheets. “I was at four weeks when I found out and it would have been seven weeks, eight tomorrow actually…”, y/n couldn’t stop crying but she kind of felt a relief, “The doctors told me it would be okay to race due to my body condition, but those early weeks are always critical…”, she looked at him, head in one hand the other on the sheets, he looked sad, it was his child too, she told herself and took his hand in hers. Carefully as if it could break, “I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t, how could I, you had hurt me so much…and then seeing you again, the crash yesterday, it was all too much..”.

Charles looked up at her, his eyes gleaming, a tear rolled down his cheek, “I am so sorry, I am the biggest asshole on this earth! I fucked up so hard…those weeks without you were the worst! I didn’t know anything, you never answered and I couldn’t sleep or eat or anything…I regret everything so fucking much!”, he cried, y/n had seen him cry before but not like this, not this deep hurting cries. „Mi manchi amore! E mi sarebbe piaciuto tanto avere un bambino con te!“, he held her hand to his lips, tears rolling down his cheek.

„I miss you too! But it will take time for me to heal and trust again!“, that was everything Charles needed to hear, he held her in his arms, never wanting to let her go again, „I don’t care! I will wait an eternity for you to be ready, ma per favore sii di nuovo mio!“, he whispered into her ear and when he felt her arms tightening and her head nodding, Charles could’ve cried even more but knew she needed him now to recover.

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piedpiperart · 1 year ago

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Phantom of Gotham 19

Chapter 18

Danny had unsurprisingly not gotten a good night's sleep that night. He was currently staying in an abandoned Firehouse. He was pretty sure he was getting the hang of finding semi-hospitable hideouts. Just to be safe, he had taken to hiding his stuff in the walls when he left. It was tedious, but there was no way he was risking a Red Hood (Jason?) situation. He knew that opening a portal to the Ghost Zone would be a bad idea, and that it could lead the GIW straight to him. That big of a power surge in one spot would no doubt attract them. At the very least, Vlad might also be aware of him in Gotham now. But for some reason he didn’t want to leave.

Sure, He’d be safer if he stayed on the run but he had friends at school, was actually doing well in classes, and he had befriended the local vigilantes. Not that he was avoiding them. He had patrolled a bit with them again- invisible as always- but he’d started to feel eyes on him so he gave them Phantom’s contact info and proceeded to lay low the past few days.

Danny had started feeling a bit paranoid after the whole ghost portal thing, but Batman and Frostbite were already making progress. Batman had even said that the GIW wouldn’t be able to do much in Gotham since he’d alerted the GCPD to reject any attempts at partnership and to detain the Fentons if they were spotted. Danny was still worried about it. Especially with Vlad and his parents. He’d of course told Batman about Plasmius, but in order to keep his own secret he hadn’t told them Vlad was a Halfa too. He was starting to think that maybe he should, just in case he showed his fruit-loopy self in Gotham.

Obviously, Phantom could take Vlad in a fight no problem. It was him against the bats that he wasn’t so sure about. Lack of ghost weapons aside, Vlad also had a propensity for overshadowing people. Often multiple people because of his clones. The two things Danny wouldn’t or couldn’t do.

He sighed. Maybe he was overthinking it. He should just do his best in school and hang out with Tim and Steph like a normal kid for once. Phantom was benched for now, and Danny needed to lay low in case the GIW or … the Fentons were searching for him. If they noticed the power surge of the portal, it’s likely, but who knows. Maybe they didn’t notice anything. Maybe Danny’s still safe.

“Yo, Danny, are you okay man?” Steph asked, nudging him. They were at lunch, having gone off campus to a coffee shop instead of sticking around the cafeteria. Tim was downing his coffee and staring longingly at the second one he ordered like he couldn’t drink them fast enough. Steph and Danny had both gotten sweeter drinks because, as Steph says, they have taste buds that work.

“Yeah,”Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck.”Just an off day, you know? Couldn’t sleep.”

Tim perked up at that.”You know you can always come over to the manor-”

Danny cut him off with a groan. “I told you Tim, I’m not coming back.”

“Yeah I know,”Tim glowered, sipping his drink. “Had to try though, the Demon Brat is still spamming my phone about you. Even Bruce asks for updates.”

“Yeesh, even Bruce?” Steph winced, looking between the two boys. “Yikes Danny. Bruce isn’t known for letting things go. You’re doomed.”

“He’s not ‘doomed’,” Tim rolled his eyes, while Danny sighed dramatically from the other side of the table.

“You know, it’s kind of hard to keep a low profile with a billionaire taking an interest in you,”Danny commented dryly. Tim shrugged.

“Just means he can keep you safe from whatever you’re running from,”Tim raised an eyebrow pointedly at Danny’s scowl. His phone alarm rang and the three of them started packing up to head back to school.

“I don’t want to talk about it,”Danny wrinkled his nose. “And wouldn’t hiding with a billionaire make it easier for them to find me?”

“He’s got a point,”Steph chimed in, getting a look from Tim. “I’m pretty sure Bruce has a room for me just on the off chance I spontaneously need adopting. No doubt they’re gonna keep your room exactly how you left it.” Tim fought back a smile, knowing it was true, but wouldn’t prove his point.

“Pssh, Bruce can be stealthy. No one will even know you live at the manor,” Tim pointed out. Danny snorted. “What? He can be stealthy,”Tim persisted, only for Steph and Danny to exchange amused looks and start laughing. “I’m serious!”

“Sure,”Danny chuckled as he and the others left the cafe and headed back to school. “He’s about as stealthy as the sun. Sure, you don’t see him at night, but when you do see him he’s super intense and the center of attention.”

Steph burst out laughing at that, and Tim made a face. “Okay that’s a fair point but still. I know we all told you before but everyones still worried about you.”

“I get it,”Danny said. More than you know, Danny thought wryly. He knew that if the GIW had a way to track him they’d be led straight to the Wyanes, and then their secret identities would be in jeopardy. Danny wouldn’t allow that to happen. Besides, if he’s on his own he can use his ghost powers to sneak away and fly to a different state undetected. “This is my problem to deal with though. Can we just drop it?”

Tim wilted. “Fine, but if you ever need anything let me know.”

“Will do,”Danny saluted lazily. He would not. And judging by the look on Tim’s face, he knew it too.

The conversation switched to upcoming school projects and classes as they made their way through the school. “Alright, I’m off to class, see ya later,”Steph waved.

“See ya,”Tim and Danny waved. The two boys had chemistry together, so they walked to class side by side. They were a bit late, so they didn’t have much time to chat before sitting down in their seats before class started.

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Tim was a bit worried about his friend. Sure, he knew Danny could take care of himself, and had superpowers that could help him. But was he taking care of himself? Tim was sure the meal plan Damian had him on was all but nothing while Danny continued to live by himself. He wasn’t too worried, knowing that Danny was pretty good at surviving on his own. Besides, he was pretty sure everyone had scared Danny away with their lack of boundaries.

In addition, Danny was a good person. Tim would be a fool to not see how the kid was trying to protect them. It was nothing they couldn’t handle, sure, but Danny didn’t know that. Even if the bats couldn’t be with him all the time, Tim was sure Phantom was protecting the kid. At one of the meet ups, Phantom had said he’s usually with the bats at night and Danny during the day. Though, the past two days Phantom had more or less said he’d be sticking around Danny more often so he wouldn’t be around much to help the bats. Which was fine. They’d need to find Danny to talk to the Phantom though, because they hadn’t been able to give Phantom a communicator before he disappeared.

A voice came over on the intercom and Tim snapped out of his thoughts to pay attention. Especially since the rogues were keen on attacking schools, Tim was listening to make sure there wasn’t some sort of attack on the way. Oddly enough, it was just about a student needing to come to the office. But that student? Danny.

Danny stiffened next to him, and Tim looked over with a raised brow, silently asking if he wanted company. Danny gave him a small smile and shook his head,”Probably just something about paperwork,”Danny whispered before gathering his things and making his way out to the office while Tim’s head spun with questions. The intercom didn’t give any details, and despite it probably being about paperwork, considering Danny had no actual adult supervision at home, Tim had worries. Parent teacher conferences were weeks away, and Danny hadn’t gotten in any kind of trouble at school. He had a bad feeling about this.

Exactly two minutes after Danny left, Tim raised his hand. “Can I be excused to the bathroom?”He asked and the teacher, Ms. Morgan, sighed but waved her hand to let him go. She was more than used to Tim’s antics, but because of his good grades and lack of friends, she let him do what he wanted. Maybe he should send her some sort of gift basket, he thought. She was a good teacher.

Once in the hallway, Tim beelined for the office on silent footsteps, passing by the bathrooms on his way. He kept an eye out for Danny, pausing when he heard voices coming from the door to the office. Getting as close as possible, TIm busied himself with a nearby locker while he eavesdropped.

“I assure you, this is the best possible outcome for everyone,”Someone was saying. He didn’t recognise the voice, but it sounded like a man.

“I suppose. As long as you keep your end of our deal. I don’t want any of this getting out,”Tim recognised the vice principal’s voice. What kind of deal? And where was Danny?

“Trust me, your school’s reputation is safe. Dealing with these creatures is classified government business. Nothing will get out to the public,”The man was saying, and Tim’s blood ran cold. Creatures? Were they talking about Danny? Did they know? Where was Danny? Tim thought frantically. He needed more information.

“Either way, this is how far I’m willing to help you. Follow the others through the back entrance. I don’t want anyone seeing you or the boy,”The vice principal, Miss Wethers, snapped.

“Trust me, he won’t be seeing anyone from Gotham Academy anytime soon,”He chuckled darkly, and dread filled Tim’s chest. They had Danny? Where was Phantom? How did they know where he was? Tim thought frantically, shoes squeaking on the floor as he quickly made his way to the back door of the school. It was the staff parking lot, and if he didn’t want to run into Miss Wethers or the creepy dude he’d have to go the long way.

On the way, Tim took out his phone, calling Jason and putting a com in. The others would be at school or work right now, and he knew Bruce and Alfred were getting ready for the Gala tonight.

“What is it now, Replacement?” Jason snapped, but Tim didn’t have time.

“The GIW’s at the school, I think they got Danny,”Tim rushed out, turning a corner and skipping down the stairs. “They’re taking him through the school’s back entrance, I’m on my way there but I’m in school clothes,”Tim said, and he could tell by the movement on the other end that Jason was getting his gear.

“Alright, find out what car and where they're going but don’t interact unless you have a way to sneak Danny out without them noticing,”Jason grunted,”Be there in five.”

Tim gave an affirmative and cut the comm, finally making it to the back entrance door. He wasn’t sure if Danny had five minutes, but Tim was confident in his ability to be a distraction and stall for time. He eased the door open and immediately latched onto seven guys in white suits, three of which were carrying what looked like a heavily restrained and unconscious Danny into the back of a big white van. Damn. From what Tim could see, there was a muzzle and handcuffs, but he wasn’t sure if Danny was knocked out or drugged.

“Shit,”Tim cursed as the last guy came through the side of the building with the vice principal behind him. He didn’t have hardly any of his gear on him and they were about to leave. Taking out what he had in some hidden pockets, he activated a tracking device and took aim, hitting the van perfectly on the back of the vehicle, near the back right tire.

Tim chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched the van doors close. For a small group they were very efficient and fast at getting Danny out and on the road. Tim eased out from behind the door and made his way behind some cars, following the van’s path as they drove out of the parking lot. He knew he couldn’t keep up from ground level, so he climbed up to the rooftop of the nearest building when he had a chance to do it without being spotted. The whole time he felt nothing but worry for Danny.

“Hood, come in, where are you?” Tim asked impatiently. “They’re in a white van, sending you the location now. I managed to get a tracker on them but couldn’t get Danny out.”

“Two minutes out. How’s the kid?”Hood grunted, and Tim could hear the sounds of his motorcycle in the background.

“Not great. They have handcuffs and a muzzle on him, and he was unconscious when they loaded him into the van,”Tim reported, and Hood cursed.

“I see em’,”Jason said, and Tim could hear the roaring of his motorcycle across the street. Tim brought up his phone and used it to pull up the tracker he’d set on the van. He took a second to catch his breath from roof hopping, and tried to calculate their path.

“Looks like they're headed towards the docks or the outskirts of Gotham,”Tim cringed. That’s also where a bunch of warehouses and abandoned buildings were located. It would be hard to find Danny around there if they manage to get away or ditch the van.

Suddenly, there was an explosion and Tim looked up from his camera with wide eyes. Looking over the edge of a building he was perched on, he could see the van scurry to a stop, smoke and what looked like the aftermath of an explosive right in front of them. “Jason?” Tim exclaimed, only to catch a glimpse of the Red Hood coming out of the smoke dramatically. He sighed a breath of relief.

“What, worried about me Timbers?” Jason sing-songed, and from the roof Tim could see two agents exiting the van as Jason drew his guns. Tim huffed a laugh. “Stay out of sight, not sure what weapons they have on hand.”

Jason sneered at the white-suited agents as they approached him with a haughty walk. “The fuck do you think you’re doing kidnapping kids in my territory?” Jason called out to them, and the second guy paused. They weren’t actually in Jason’s area, but Gotham counted as his territory when he wanted it to be.

“You misunderstand,”The first agent said calmly, holding up his glowing green weapon nonchalantly. “I’m agent K with the Ghost Investigation Ward, we’re simply taking the entity in. It’s just possessing the boy, and it’s our job to apprehend it. You’re interfering with government jurisdiction.”

Jason let out a breath, but cocked his guns. “I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. Step away from the vehicle before I start shooting.”

Agent K looked incredibly annoyed and yet smug as he slowly lowered his weapons. “Fine, we’ll do things your way. Agent O?”

At that, the other Agent dropped his weapons, including what looked like a glowing green grenade that rolled towards Jason. Hood cursed and leaped away as it went off in a flash of green light, firing at the Agents as they pulled out their weapons. Jason hadn’t seen any weapons like theirs in action before, but it was clearly heavy duty. Agent O even tried to shoot a fucking net at him like he was some kind of crime fighting fish. Frustratingly, they kept him on his toes while he ducked behind a car. Jason managed to hit Agent K in the shoulder before the two ducked behind the car door. Hood caught a glimpse of them inching back to their van, and made to follow when suddenly the van itself rumbled.

Tim and Jason’s eyes widened as what looked like missiles and lasers appeared from the van and locked onto Jason. “Shit,”Jason cursed, woefully unprepared for their tanked up van. Three missiles immediately took off, and Jason did his best to get to better cover while green lasers shot at him. One of the grenades from earlier hurtled towards him too, and it was at that moment that Jason vowed to blow up each and every one of those white suits in the van. He hissed as a lazer caught his leg and grazed his side. Clearly the weapons were made to hit ghosts, but damn, they still hurt. He needed to step back and regroup. As much as he hated to admit it he’d need backup. Or more firepower to counter these weapon-crazed maniacs.

“Hood! They’re getting away and the tracker is down!” Tim shouted in his ear. Jason grimaced.

“Little busy here,”Jason grunted as two missiles collided with each other, but the force of the blow blew him back, dragging his feet on the pavement. The third one struck him before he had time to dodge, and all he heard was the screeching of tires getting further away as it went off, sending him into darkness.

Tim cursed as Jason was thrown back into a building before slumping to the ground. The van was gone and the tracker malfunctioned when the weird energy sources of the van's weapons activated. As much as Tim would have liked to go after Danny, he didn’t have a car or his Red Robin suit, nor a way to track them anymore. And Hood was down, He thought dryly.

Hood was already moving by the time Tim skidded to his side. There was no blood, so Tim figured it was just a lot of percussive force damaging his brother. He’d have a lot of bruises for sure. As Hood grumbled and caught his bearings, Tim helped him stand, finding burns through his armor on his side and left thigh from the lasers. He grimaced in sympathy.

“You okay?” Tim asked once Hood was standing. He didn’t seem injured too badly, but might have a concussion if not for the red helmet on his head.

“Yeah,”Hood coughed. “Nothing I can’t handle. Wasn’t prepared for that shit though. The fuck do they have so many heavy duty weapons?” Hood spat, brushing off Tim’s hands. “Any way to track them?”

Tim shook his head. “I didn’t see Phantom anywhere but they managed to get Danny by roping the vice principal into setting up a trap for him. I didn’t notice until after they had him.”

“Shit, think they got Phantom too?”Jason swore again, but went over to where his motorcycle was, dragging Tim with him. “C’mon, we’ll find them.”

“Yeah,”Tim responded, feeling his brain buzz with anxiety and plans. He’d have to figure out where the GIW base was, how they got into Gotham, and hack into the CCTVs to figure out if Phantom was around. A helmet was shoved into his arms and Tim jolted back to the present.

“We’re on our own for this one. B and the others are on their way to the Gala already,”Jason said, revving the motorcycle. “Sides, not much we can do until we track down the van. We’ll gear up at my place and come up with a plan before looping in everyone else.”

“I can loop in Spoiler,”Tim added, twisting his arms around Hood’s waist. Jason grunted in agreement and they made their way to Jason’s apartment without following most traffic signals. The whole way, Tim worried about his friend and what the GIW would do to him. Though he had one big question hanging over him. Where was Phantom?

Chapter 20

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Cal's psychometry brings light to your feelings for him. Rating: 18+ Words: 3.2K

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The noisy sounds of life rouse you from your sleep. A low roar of animal noises constantly sounding informs you that the mission is not yet complete.

As you shift, Cal’s voice rings out, a reminder that you slept beside him. “Good morning.”

You rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch. “Morning. How are you feeling?”

He grunts while shifting. “It hurts, but I think I can walk, but I’ll probably need a hand. I don’t think I can put much pressure on it.”

You nod, eyes taking inventory of what supplies you’ve scattered around the campsite. Reaching into the bag, you search for food and water to prepare you both for the tiresome journey ahead. Cal thanks you, and you eat in silence before you pack up.

Your stylus rolls out of the top heavy bag as it falls over. You shove it back inside, wedging it between the light blankets that were crudely folded.

You bend at an angle to allow Cal’s arm to drape across your shoulders; catching his right hand in yours to pull him to his feet. Every touch feels electric, your mind focusing in on how his body feels against yours. You try to stay friendly, but the eagerly pumping blood causes a light sweat throughout your body. At least the humid planet will disguise your nervous reaction.

“Are you steady?”

Cal shifts, trying to figure out how to best walk with one leg. “Yeah.”

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It’s slow moving, working back up the steep path that you had originally climbed down. There’s too many times that Cal loses footing, almost dragging you both down to the bottom of the cliff. BD jumps from Cal’s shoulders, opting to walk ahead of you both, scanning the flora along the way.

It’s a grueling trek. The last ten feet are nearly vertical, requiring you to lean your body into the dirt. Each step feels impossible and you have to fight to not look down. Cal yelps as a rock catches his foot, slamming his injured leg into the cliff-side. You hold him tight; he presses his entire body weight against you until the pain subsides.

Despite the terrifying conditions, you can’t help but imagine his body against you under different circumstances.

But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the final few steps over the edge.

You get the ball of your foot on the flat land, but the dirt gives way. All your strength works to fall forwards, toppling to safety. You twist to fall on your back, pulling Cal upwards and cushioning his fall with your body, both landing with a grunt.

His leg miraculously takes no further damage and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You lay there a moment, you on your back and Cal on top of you, both breathing heavily.

Then awkwardness takes over as you realize the compromising position. Cal tries to lean up but struggles to without hurting himself, his face going red. Your first instinct is to push him away, but you move slowly to avoid tossing him back over the cliff, rolling you both further from the edge.

Cal moves off your body, rubbing the back of his neck, sweaty and pressing his lips together. “Can we please take a break?”

You flush. “Yeah, sorry!”

Cal and you sit in the dirt, dirtying your clothes and panting, desperate to cool down. You pull water from the supply bag and toss some to him. He chugs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he drains the vessel. You look away as soon as he is done, draining your own supply.

You almost choke on the final few drops as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing a tight tank top underneath. Eyes roaming the length of freckled skin pulled tight over his hard worked muscles.

Cal’s words cut into your ogling. “Hey…thanks for telling me about your past last night.”

You take a couple of moments to recover. “Oh, yeah, sorry for burdening you with it.”

He meets your eye, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s not a burden. I want to know more about those I care about.”

You are someone he cares about? A half smile crosses your face, trying to play down how his words make you feel. “It’s kind of embarrassing…”

He cocks his head, watching you. “Why’s that?”

You wring your hands anxiously. “I don’t know, just, talking about my love life to another Jedi…feels taboo.”

“I guess so, but I feel closer to you for knowing.”

You don’t respond, instead reaching out your open palm, requesting his shirt and tossing it into the bag. “We should probably keep going. We still have a lot of ground to cover.”

Cal nods, attempting to climb to his feet before remembering he needs to wait for your help. “Agreed, but I don’t think we’re going to make it back by nightfall. We should stop the next time we find a good place to rest for the night.”

You check the sun’s arc in the sky, he’s right, the cliff took hours to scale and light is slipping away. “You’re probably right. Let me help you up.”

The next leg of the journey tests your patience, but not because of supporting Cal. Instead, annoyed that you will have to spend another evening alone with him. You had been so sure you would reach the ship in a day, but this has not gone your way.

There is already guilt gnawing at you for having shared your past with him. You don’t want him to know you too well. You can’t stand the thought of anyone getting close, not again. But the hours under his arm are nice, even if you both are sweating through your layers of clothes.

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Finally, your path intersects with a clearing near the river’s edge. You and Cal only glance at one another before dropping to the bank to drink and clean your faces and exposed skin in the flowing water.

Cal speaks first. “This spot looks good. A lot less wyyyschokk web than the last campsite.”

You laugh through gulps of fresh water scooped up in your hands. “You think that’s a concern? We did seem pretty safe last night.”

Cal shockingly undresses to his underwear, earning a blush from you. “I hope not. I don’t have it in me to fight yet, but you’ll keep us safe.”

You nod and give him privacy to wash himself, and his clothes, while you unpack the supply bag. He finishes before you, and requests help to move to the grassy campsite, still dripping, laying his clothes out on the ground near your already kindled fire.

You head over to the water’s edge to wash yourself in more privacy, grabbing a spare set of clothes you had packed. Cal quirks an eyebrow at your forethought and shrugs as you leave.

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As you’re finishing up your quick bath, you barely acknowledge that Cal is unpacking the bag. He pulls the blankets from the depths and your silvery stylus falls out. You move forward to join Cal and retrieve your treasured item, but he reaches for it first.

You’re about to thank him when he freezes in place, his eyes glazing over, holding the object. That’s weird. Why would his psychometry activate on your stylus?

Your stomach drops, and time slows down. Nausea overwhelms you, and your mind races to correct the mistake. But it can’t. You can’t undo what he’s seeing.

The memories of spending hours sketching his face on spare pieces of paper. Desperate to capture his beauty and stare into his paper eyes late at night. You could die from the horror of knowing you had touched yourself to one of those drawings. The stylus wouldn’t, couldn’t, be showing him that memory, could it?

“Cal…”

His mind returns to his body. You both stare at one another in shock. His expression is unreadable, and you can’t bear to maintain eye contact any longer. You shake your head, bewildered, and your feet pull you away, into the darkening woods.

Your ears rush with blood and you faintly hear Cal calling to you from afar. Tears well and pour from your eyes, struggling to reconcile with the humiliation you feel. It’s too much. You sob, curling into a ball at the foot of a majestic tree.

Shame overwhelms you. You consider abandoning Cal and living in the woods forever.

You’ve lost everything. Your home, your partner, your trust in the Force, and now Cal. The way he looked at you, it was surely in disgust.

He doesn’t feel the same way about you, and now he has seen how you feel about him, in the worst possible way. It’s not fair. Why do you have to continue to lose?

A tug.

You freeze, not daring to wipe the tears from your eyes. Hand inching towards your lightsaber.

Another tug, so hard you can’t ignore it.

You spring into action, closing your eyes tight, gripping the hilt of your lightsaber. The muscles in your legs take over, leaping high into the air and back flipping. You’re lightsaber activates as you move, the glow perceivable through your eyelids.

You land on something hard and pierce the blade downwards, your eyes finally opening. The creature, a smaller wyyyschokk, screeches and collapses. You maintain your balance, riding its descent, not pulling your blade until it has crumpled beneath you.

A held breath finally escapes your lungs as you realize what you’ve done. More importantly, how you’ve done it.

The Force, it called and you listened. All you can do is stare at the kill and think over the last few years, searching for answers. Trying to determine if the Force abandoned you, or if you abandoned it. If your desperation to find a home blinded you to its call. Finally, arriving at the decision that it doesn’t matter, the Force is with you again, and you feel ready to trust in it, it saved your life.

You breathe out the words, “I felt it…”

Then drop to your knees, eyes instinctively closing, every muscle remembering how to drop back into meditation.

You don’t know how long you stay there, but when you return to the waking world, four words pour from your mouth. “I can trust Cal.”

You take off at a sprint, running through the forest. Trusting the Force to alert you of any danger.

You arrive, breathless, to the campsite, Cal’s head whipping upwards, a blank stare on his face. You stare back, all bravery subsiding.

Cal, now dressed, recovers first. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”

You shake your head and raise your palm to stop him. “No, I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”

His mouth searches for the right words. “I’m-”

You stride towards him, sitting beside him at the fire, looking into the flames. “I like you, Cal, more than I meant to.”

His eyes are on you, his hand reaching for yours. “Listen-”

You shake your head, returning his gaze. “I didn’t mean to put you in that position. You don’t have to say anything. I will make sure that we get back to the Mantis tomorrow and once we arrive at a more civilized planet, I’ll go. I can start over again. It’s not a problem. I won’t stick around and make you uncomfortable. Please don’t worry about-”

Cal’s expression changes wildly as he processes each word from your mouth. Finally, his eyebrows knit, and his voice raises. “Stop!”

You snap your jaw closed. His features soften, regret in his eyes from his outburst, then he sighs. “I need you to listen to me. I’m not bothered by what I saw. I, uh, was glad to see that you feel the same…”

Your mouth falls open. “What? Why?”

Cal’s shoulders raise shyly. “Because I like you too…I have since we met, but we never really had any alone time together, except for missions. But those aren’t exactly great times to discuss feelings…”

You resist the urge to cry.“You…felt the same?”

He nods, then reaches for you again. “Come here…please?”

You take his hand and allow him to pull your body to sit against him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He nods to the droid on his back. “BD, think you could watch the perimeter?”

BD beeps and boops and scurries off, just out of sight where the fire’s glow no longer casts its light.

You are both silent for a moment, watching the flames lick towards the night sky. “I get why you didn’t want me to know.”

“You do?”

“After what you told me last night, yeah.”

His arm tightens around you, saying what he isn’t.

You look towards the heavens. “Cal, we shouldn’t pursue anything…I’m still struggling to trust anyone.”

The next thing you know, Cal’s free hand cups your chin, pulling you back down to earth, and crashing his lips into yours. There’s a moment where neither of you move, enjoying how your lips fit against one another. Cal’s hand slide around to the back of your neck as he moves slowly against your mouth. Just as you open your mouth to accept him, he pulls away.

“Cal…”

He presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t have to trust me yet. I’m willing to earn it.”

Your eyes close as you breathe him in. “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.”

A few tears escape from under your eyelids. His fingers brush them away. “Will you let me?”

You nod a minuscule amount and that is all the encouragement he needs to kiss you again, this time deepening it, his tongue sliding against yours, testing the waters. A small moan sounds from your mouth, encouraging his pursuit.

The two of you take it slow, savoring the feel of kissing for almost an hour without speaking. His hands stay mostly on your face or tangled in your hair. Though he once brushes the side of your breast as he slides his fingers down your arm. Your mind is electric, each touch freeing you of the pain you have suffered before this moment.

Cal finally pulls away, chuckling softly while looking at your mouth, his eyes hooded. “Hey, this is an odd ask…but with my leg, I can’t really take this further-”

You nearly jump out of your skin. “Of course! We should stop.”

Cal holds you close, his lips curling upwards. “That’s not exactly what I meant…”

You look up into his eyes, questioning his words. He catches his lower lip on your top lip, giving you a playful kiss as your noses bump. “I meant that if you’d like to keep going…you might have to be on top…”

Your face heats and you shake your head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He kisses your nose. “Hurt me?”

“Well, yeah…I mean, I’m-”

You look down at your body, and Cal follows your eyes. “Still clothed?”

You whine, feeling suddenly very self conscious. “No, Cal…I don’t want to crush you…your leg…”

He gives you a coy smile. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

You chew your lip, not speaking.

He uses a finger to tilt your chin to look into his eyes. “I’m pretty strong. I may not be able to do the legwork, but I’ll help you ride me.”

You gasp, then recover. “I don’t know.”

He shrugs. “I won’t make you do anything. But if you want to, I’d really like to.”

There isn’t a world where you give up the opportunity to sleep with Cal, so you squeeze your eyes tight and nod. Cal does his best to undress you both, removing his shirt before helping you with yours. You feel shy being exposed in front of him, but his eagerness to touch every inch of you puts your mind at ease.

Cal slides carefully out of his own pants, giving you a look to request you do the same. You oblige and can’t help but look at how his erection bobs against his lower abdomen, a sure sign of the effect kissing you had on his body. You want to reach out and stroke it, but you feel more comfortable letting him lead this time.

Once you are both naked, Cal’s lips reconnect with yours. His fingers sliding along the curve of your breasts while the other hand tugs at your back, silently urging you to straddle him. You are resistant, but allow him to convince you into his lap, taking care to not bump his injured leg as you mount him.

His hands find your hips as you position your body over his. He pulls you down, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Cal watches in fascination as you sit, taking each inch of him into your body.

He lets out a guttural moan and barely keeps his eyes open as you take him the first time. Your eyes are long closed, your head thrown back in ecstasy, feeling him slide perfectly into your body.

“Stars, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

Once you are full of him, you rise, until the head of him barely stays put, his hands gripping you hard, slamming you down onto him. The sensation of his length slamming into your cervix draws moans from your lips.

Cal presses his mouth messily against yours, trying to maintain as much contact with you as possible in the fucking. He bucks his hips upwards to meet you, wincing slightly at the effort. You try to stop him, but he won’t allow it, seemingly unable to stop the need to fuck you back as you ride.

Each stroke feels like a drug, and one of his hands releases its grip. His other hand, doing a surprisingly good job of assisting you on its own. You whine when his fingers press to your clit, rubbing small and tantalizing motions on the sensitive bud.

He grunts while speaking. “I promise to give you more when I’m not injured.”

You can’t help but imagine what he would be like mounting you, railing you like a jackrabbit, unimpaired by his injury. Cal brings your thoughts back to his current touch as pleasure shoots up your spine, prompting another loud moan. He smiles against your lips, knowing he has figured out how to touch you. You wonder if he is using the memory he saw to aid his movements.

As pleasure builds in your belly, you struggle to ride him, hovering off his lap as he rubs your clit closer to orgasm. Cal fucks up into your clenching cunt, grunting into your mouth with each motion, desperate to take you over the edge with him. Your eyes clench tight as he draws the same little pattern with his fingers.

Your body begins to milk him, clenching down hard while moaning loudly. Cal only thrusts a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you, both your mouths hanging open against one another. Neither of you move, enjoying the feeling of being together as one.

Exhausted, you climb away from Cal’s lap; he uses the Force to pull your sleeping mat beside his. You both lie down, tangled in one another’s arms, pulling the blankets atop your bodies. Your heartbeats pound over the sounds of your collective breathing. Falling into a comfortable sleep, feeling finally safe, resting against him.

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Y/N danvers feels like a burden to her sisters so she packs her stuff out of the apartment she is living with Alex and goes away. There is a big search for her until Lena finds her and talks to her.

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You were tired of sitting on the shoulders of your sisters, they had enough to handle and create in their lives than to babysit you so you decided to put an end to it and leave.

The most important things already packed in a suitcase, you stood at the door of the shared apartment of your eldest sister and you looked around one last time. The times in which you had spent on the couch and watched caustic movies that the redhead really wanted to see, your bedroom that you both designed the way you always wanted it to be before you moved in and all the chaotic moments where the color of the walls landed on your faces instead of on the wall.

You do think that all the laughter that had accumulated over the years was still in the walls, you could still hear them so clearly with every single memory. All these and many other wonderful moments went through all the synapses of your brain before you decided to close the door one last time without ever opening it again.

"Goodbye".

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Exhausted and completely drained from the working day, the DEO agent was happy to be home again and to enjoy a nice rest of the evening with you. But as soon as she walked through the door, she was gripped by an uncomfortable cold and terrible silence she didn't knew.

It felt weird.

The living room she was looking at was swept empty; small personal things of you that always flew around here, pictures with you together that were on the dressers were gone.

Like you've been erased from her life.

An uneasy feeling in her stomach area and the panic that rose in her, let her jacket and her purse, which hung over her arm, fall on the ground. Several times she called your name but when there was no answer to her question just an echo, she walked the last few steps to your room and threw the door wide open. There wasn't a single thing to find that made you stand out - just insignificant stuff.

Panicked, the redhead ran through every single room of the apartment to find a clue about where you were and what had led you to just vanish. While she had also searched the bathroom for you in vain, she walked into the kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. "Come on, Kara. Damn it."

Leaning out of breath against the kitchen counter and nervously tapping the marble area with her index, middle and ring finger at irregular intervals, she listened to the annoying beeping stopping before it turned into her sister´s bright voice. "Alex, what is it? I have an important meeting coming up."

"Y/n is gone."

The agent heard the blonde shift in her chair, concerned about the choice of words, while she cleared her throat to give herself time for a moment´s thought. "What do you mean she's gone? Maybe she's down at the coffee shop doing her-" but Kara did not get the chance to finish her sentence. Alex had interrupted her, knowing what her sister was about to say.

"No Kara. Her things.." Alex hit the counter with her balled fist. Her pent-up energy from work and the growing concern for the youngest Danvers drained through her. "They´re all gone. As if she never lived here."

Kara´s jaw dropped. She got up from her seat at the desk in no time and quickly left the office to fly to the scene where her troubled sister was already waiting for her. Before the blondes feet hit the floor, words started to nervously spill out of the redheads mouth. "Look, all her things.. Gone."

Kara bit her lip and adjusted her glasses. Alex had not brought her here unnecessarily, the apartment was completely empty from your stuff and there was no sign of you.

"This note is the only thing that´s left." the eldest whispered in a low voice and pointed to the place where it was laying. Kara´s worried gaze shifted from Alex to the dresser she was standing a few inches away from. She walked towards it, took the red envelope in her hands and moved towards the couch where she sat on the armrest.

Looking at the envelope and reading her name and that of her sister in block letters, she opened it with shaky hands, took out the piece of paper and began to read it. And all of a sudden it went really quiet in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

Kara looked up from the paper in her hand to the redhead who had now sat down on the floor and had her legs pulled tight to her chest. Both of them had tears running down their cheeks and both could not believe that you just left like that. Alone without saying goodbye.

Haven´t you three always been a team?

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Shivering from the cold and huddled up to escape the wind, you crouched down by the water near a tree, trying no to stand out or make a sound.

It was relatively quiet in your favorite spot and while it was not safe for you to sit here alone in the dark, the water lapping at the shore brought a soothing sound and calmed the unknown within you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you did not notice the figure slowly creeping up at you, not before the dark, familiar voice spoke your name out loud and it´s shadow grew steadily beside your form. You startled and immediately jumped to your feet. You were ready to run and not look back, your fight or flight mode kicking in, but you calmed down relatively quickly when you understood who exactly was standing in front of you. "Your siblings are worried sick."

"How did you find me?" you whispered and slumped your shoulders in frustration.

Lena stood in front of you. Tall and broad-shouldered, her hands buried in the pockets of her black coat-full of strength yet graceful and charming. Her long, dark hair lay loose over her shoulders, her ears keeping the strands from falling over her face in the wind. Her clothes were simple and not elegant as usual; jeans, a blouse, cuddly ankle boots and a flowing, long coat.

"Remember when you told me that you found a place here in National City that at night looks like the water reflects the whole galaxy?" her voice was deep and warm but had a subtle rasp in it. She looked at you, her emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight and a small smile occupying her lips.

You said nothing and turned your back to her to avoid seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Slowly, you sat down in the spot by the tree you had left in terror and leaned your knees against your chest while throwing flat rocks into the water; starting to hit more waves into it. "Talk to me, honey."

You exhaled deeply and smiled painfully. Crouched, legs drawn up, you just sat there with your arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. You struggled with your thoughts, trying to tell her everything. Words would not make your feelings better, you learned that the hard way. "There is nothing to talk about."

"You know lying won´t work in my presence, honey," the head of L-Corp stepped closer to you and sat down on the cold floor next to you. Wrapping her coat tightly around her body, she cleared her throat before speaking again. "No matter what you tell me, it stays with me. I promise."

"Alex and Kara are so busy with the DEO, Supergirl and CatCo," you swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously. Your eyes were focused on the water, surveying every wave that hit the shore while tears started to well up in your eyes. "I feel like a burden on top."

Lena looked at you with her head tilted to the left, considering your statement for a moment and sighed heavily. She had already figured out the reason for your disappearance when she got Kara´s desperate call for help and now she had confirmation of her suspicion.

"You know that is not the case. They both love you more than anything on this planet."

"Sometimes I think it would be better for both of them if I was not here." you replied in a whisper. You found it difficult to say and talk about it but it was the truth after all. For weeks you have been imagining whether Alex and Kara would have a happier an much simpler life if you were not here with your illnesses to care for. "I am just annoying. They worry about me when they work and take care of me when they get home. They do not have time for themselves or for love because they are busy with me. Doctor visits, hospitalizations, administration of painkillers.."

The black-haired did not say anything and listened to you carefully. Her hand wandered between your shoulder blades, drawing soothing circles on your back before her hand finally came to rest on your shoulder and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Do not say that, please." she took the word as it got pretty quiet between both of you; the only sound there could be heard were cars in the background. "Your sisters are so lucky to have you and would not trade you for anything in the world, would not want to change a single trait in you. You are perfect the way you are. For all of us."

In her voice, you could recognize the seriousness of her words and your tears almost pushed to the surface. You did not want her to have an outburst of emotion, it was bad enough that you did even drawn attention to yourself again.

You scratched your arm nervously and looked down at your knees. "But.." you felt a huge lump in your throat and your voice broke. She shook her head frantically and pulled you even closer as she watched the tears run down your face.

You quickly hid your face in your hands. She gently brushed her hand a few tangled stands from the sides of your face and she leaned over your bend form to rest her head on your back, giving you to the maximum of support and affection she could offer you.

"I do like you to know that I am always here, if you ever want to talk" she whispered to you as you let out your thawed emotions in her arms. "But please do not ever run from us ever again."

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