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#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity kylar#degrees of lewdity fanart#dol#dol kylar#dol fanart#kylar the loner#He wears so much clothes to make up for lack of physical affection#He also has no idea what style is#Just throws on whatever he found#Can't cut his hair either#Lack of sleep in like 13#Steals food from local store abd everyone knows but lets him get away with it#Carries a large knife around in hopes it helps him
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Your Puppy Siren!: When a Siren becomes a House Husband
PART TWO
NSFW
Obviously, when Baby got his legs, you couldn't just abandon him. You weren't sure exactly what was next for the two of you,, so you took it one step of a time. Baby had an issue with that, as balance wasn't necessarily a skill he could magic up with his oceanic enchantments.
He leaned on you the whole way home, taking jerky steps through the grasses.
When you showed him around the house, and the first thing he did was ask where you slept. You had shown him your bedroom and he immediately made himself comfortable about the blankets and pillows. You set him up with a copy of âThe Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobeâ, before going to make him dinner: mild Japanese curry.Â
It was mostly vegetables, as you had only had a few ounces of ground beef left, but you hoped his stomach was as human as his now legs. His whole body had changed, leaving him now almost albino pale, with large dark eyes that were still a bit too big for his human face.
When you went to walk him to the dining room table, you found him standing, holding the book to the ceiling as he read. He was leaning back and forth on each foot, as if the movement kept him upright. Perhaps he still had his sea legs under all that new skin.Â
He still needed your help to get to the table but his steps were more sure now. He ate the food happily, making sure to compliment you whenever possible. On the way back to your room, Baby could now keep his balance as he went. The first thing he did was gather as many pillows and blankets as he could from the living room, before leading you by the hand to your room, and arranging them further on the bed.
âDo you like it?â He asked, eyes eager. It had never occurred to you that Sirens may nest, but you took it in stride.
âIt looks very warm.â you apeased, tired.Â
Sleeping on the nest didn't go as bad as you thought, but Baby had been a bit confused when you had tucked a blanket around the two of you
âIt's to keep us warm.âÂ
He had responded by pulling you to his arms and wrapping his legs around you.
âI can do that just fine.â He beamed. You laughed and let him hold you as you fell asleep. You could figure out Baby's fate tommorrow.
You had always pushed off the deciding of Baby's fate to tommorrow. You couldn't face it. Going to your part time job, then nursing school had been difficult for you. You were exhausted everyday you came back home.
Baby made himself as useful as he could. You had taught him some of the basics of cleaning the house. He had seemed somewhat confused by the idea of cleaning, but he took it upon himself to make sure the place was gleaming when you got home. You had taken him to the library a day after his legs sprung up, and he had carried home a pile of books, one of them being âMartha Stawarts Complete Guide to Housekeepingâ.
 You hadn't resided in the place long, but places you hadn't even realized were dirty were suddenly sparkling and smelling lightly of lavender and orange peels.Â
He had also brought home a whole pile of fish. It seemed that he could now shift his form back and forth at will. You remember coming home, sweat covered and in need of ibuprofen, when you found a pile of fish on the kitchen table. He had looked so proud if himself.
âWe can keep them all in the freezer! What a useful device!â
You had gently taken his arms in hand and explained that humans weren't able to eat fish whole like sirens could. They had to be stripped of their scales and deboned. He seemed a bit tired by this, yet another a strange human quirk, but had taken it in stride. Per his request you had set him up with an instructional video on the subject.Â
He seemed to catch on pretty quickly, the only difference was that rather than using a sharp knife, he had preferred to use his talon like nails. They were retractable, he clarified later, and arguing they were cleaner than any knife when you had demanded he washed his hands before working.
âThey will only get dirty again anyway!â He had argued, one of the few times he had ever done anything but smile at you. The concept of germs was met with raised eyebrows and apprehension.Â
For the first time in your life, you gave him âthe lookâ. As this seemed to be a communication move that spanned species, he gave in, washing his talons? Claws? Before going back to his work.
A silent system had begun to flesh itself out. You brought home the money and groceries, and did most of the cooking, he did everything else. And anything you asked of him. Which wasn't much, but he became more and more useful by the day.Â
You couldn't help but feel a bit proud for Baby. The more you learned about him and Siren Life the more different the two of you seemed. But he had been adjusting so well, you almost didn't have to worry about him. Plus, it was hard to be mad at someone who made a point of taking care of you, like he did.Â
He gave you shoulder messages, microwaved old dinners when you didn't feel like eating. Hed shush you, and sometimes carry you to bed, petting your hair and singing you to sleep everytime everything felt like too much. And that was often.Â
It had been a week since he had taken up shop in your bedroom, and reality reared its big fat head like a snake. You had been whisked away to bed, and instead of cooing at you and humming that impossibly sweet voice of his, he had started to nibble on the side of your neck, hands reaching towards your pajama shorts. His tongue felt so incredibly good, and his touch was like silk, but you knew where this would leave.
âStop. We don't have any protection.â
He had frozen and blinked at you, expression changing to the barely concealed mask of an adult trying to not laugh at a child's sudden declaration.
âIf I sense any danger, I will deal with it immediately. Now come hereâŚâ His voice grew husky. You trailed back.
âI know we haven't talked about this before but what if⌠well you're a human so im not sure if it'll be the same but⌠I can't get pregnant. I don't know if it works the old fashion way or you might lay eggs in me or something but⌠we need to be careful.â
He was still smiling but he was biting his lip. âWhile I DO lay eggs, that part of me hasn't changed, I don't understand why it would be an issue. I am your husband, after all, shouldn't it be normal to have children at some point?â
âH-husband? Why do you think you're my husband?â
Babys face changed, the closest you had ever seen him get to upset. âWe mated, we share a nest, how am I NOT your husband?â
âWe had sex, yeah, but we didn't get married. Do Sirens mate for life? Is that why you think this?âÂ
His expression grew animated and confused.
âSirens do not mate for life, we have breeding seasons. But Humans mate for life, do they not? Why do you think I have been doing all this? I mean, I even made you a nest and you slept with me in it! How much more is their to a human marriage ritual?âÂ
You stared at him, the realization dawning. You slowly put your hand over his and arranged your expression to one of patience.
âHumans used to mate for life. But ita a bit different now. We can have sex, even spend years courting before we agree to marry.â
Baby just stared at you, his confusion and anger turning to one of hurt.
âB-but what does that mean? I told you, I love you. I want to be with you.â He leaned forward tears starting to glisten at the corner of his eyes.
âI wanted a life with you. I threw my old life away the moment I got these legs. I have no idea where my pod is now, I can not return to them. I do not wish to return. I want to stay here, with you and be your mate.â He nuzzled his nose against yours and then took your cheeks in his hand. He gazed into your eyes, filled with longing.
âI may be new to being your partner; at being Human too. But I will do whatever you ask of me. Please. Be mine?âÂ
He started to kiss your forehead. Then your eyes. Then your cheeks. His gaze strayed to your lips and he whined out, full blown tears now streaming from his eyes.Â
âI'll be so good. So good for you.âÂ
Your heart went out to him. You had to admit, life had gotten so much easier to bear since he had entered it. No one could make you laugh like he could, could make you as curious as he could, could kiss you like he could.Â
You thought about it. Genuinely thought about it. You had a job, and nursing would pay you enough to pay for both of your lives once you started. You'd have to teach him how to properly navigate human society but he was so smart and charming, you were sure he would do so well. You came up with so many reasons why it could be doable, but the most important one was you didn't want to let him go.
âIt'll be really hard for you. Are you sure you want this?â You whispered. âWant⌠me? You could spend the rest of your life sharing your season with mate after mate. Are you sure you would want to spend the rest of your days with me?â
He looked at you with intensity, the light finally dawning across his features.Â
âIt will always be you.â And then he was on you. Was kissing you.
He was quick to take off your clothes, and did the same. His mouth was hot and needy, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth being everything you could ever want. That was except for one or two other places.Â
As if he could read your mind, he grinned, pulling himself down to stare at your groin, fingers grasping, teasing and exploring every sensitive curve and crevice. Then he got to work with his mouth and you groaned, your core turning molten. You could hear the noises of his mouth on your flesh, and it made your cheeks overheat.Â
His tongue glided around you as he sucked with his full mouth, making you shake and jerk under him. He made sure to pin you down with his hands now, before he started to trill and sing around you.
You chocked, pushing your hips up against his big string hands, which were now a mix of grey and white. It seems he had been riled up to, as his form was caught halfway between human and Siren. It was a new sight and he was absolutely gorgeous and one long note made you crash over the edge, toes and fingers curling.Â
The whole time his eyes were on you, gauging your reaction. He continued to auck you through the high but now started clawing at your entrance, circling slick little shapes. He seemed to take great joy in this, teasing your ache, before he plunged his fingers in making you choke and sigh all at once. When he was certain the area was worked enough, he gave you big puppy dog eyes.Â
âCan I be yours again?â He whispered huskies slowing the rate of his fingers. You nodded and he pulled himself up, pumping his own cock a few times making sure it was properly slick. His cock was half transformed too. It was extremely veins and the ridges weren't as pronounced, but he was thicker. You licked your lips as you remembered how he felt inside you.
Aware that you were watching him he keened in pride. He then slowly inserted himself, pushing further and further until you took every inch of him. You gasped out and clawed at the sheets in pleasure as he pumped you, his own eyes glazing over as he unleashed low, pornagraphic moans. He was louder than he had ever been, snapping his hips into yours, fingers clutching deep into skin. He looked completely blissed out as he rocked himself into you, huffing and moaning.
âSound. So. Beautiful.â You breathed, knowing he was getting close. You could feel a heaviness now in the air. He wouldn't be able to help it. He'd be so drunk he'd use that song of his and you'd cum and cum for him until he was too far in exctasy to make any noise. And you were right.
You could tell he was holding it in. But he couldn't help but hum out, a song that seemed to cup and penatrate your very soul, making your entire mind stuffy and silly. You didn't want him to stop, going over the edge as another one of his moans turned into a full blown note. He kept bucking into you, skin slapping skin, as he keened and hummed and sang out for you. He wanted you to feel good. Wanted you to cum and feel good only for him. Because you were his.
When you felt his cum splash inside you it was warm, and more sludge like. It took a while to seep put of you. A comedic point in the back of your mind noted, âNo eggsâ.Â
He pulled himself to your side, pulling you tight to him. âCan⌠can I stay in you for a while?â He said it in a light begging tone. You nodded, a pulse of faraway pleasure as he pushed his soft dick inside you again. It felt nice, being one with him in this sweet comfortable moment.
You wanted to ask him about the magic, about the song and how for just a moment, it was like you could read his mind. But their was something so special about the moment, you didn't want to push him too far. Maybe next time, you could egg him on to use that power on you, to be completely encompassed by his pleasure and song.Â
âI know your tired, and we can wait but⌠can we do it again?â He pushed his nose to yours and traced it up and down, his eyes watery and begging. You could feel his dick twitch inside you.Â
âPlease just let me spoil you. It is our wedding night after allâŚâ
You had to stop yourself from correcting him. Tomorrow you would explain vows and wedding ceremony, but for now you'd just give in. But you had to admit, now a big piece of you belonged only to him.. So, in a way he had been right.
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Prepared for Anything
Part 2, MasterPost
Danny stared at the ceiling, bored, as the creepy clown laughed manically at a camera. Danny hadnât been in this dimension for two minutes, (heâd portalled directly into Jokerâs hideout) before he was promptly tied to a chair. He could get out of it easily.
Thing was, there were others here, restrained more thoroughly than Danny. They wore colourful, armoured suits and were obviously the vigilantes/heroes of this. . .placeâGotham? Dannyâd heard the name mentioned a few times nowâThis Freakshow wannabe was obviously one of their villains.Â
Danny had been hoping someone would show up without having to draw attention to himself. What was this dimensionâs stance on halfas? Or ghosts?
But no one had come yet, it had been an hour, and he was getting stiff from sitting here so long without being able to move his limbs.
Danny heaved a loud, exasperated sigh-groan at the ceiling. The guy, face-painted like a toddler whoâd gotten into their parentâs make-up, suddenly stopped monologuing.Â
Good. It was getting annoying.
âAre you done yet?â Danny complained much like the impatient teenager he was. âIâve got crap to do, wrap it up, would you?â
Danny came here to explore. He was not exploring. He should be exploring and it was all this dudeâs fault.
Danny supposed he could go all ghost on him and bounce, but he came all this way. It wasnât much of hassle, but still. Danny was stubborn. He knew this.
The warehouse was silent. The creepo wasnât talking, anymore, he wasnât doing anything, and Danny deigned to lift his head from where itâd been thrown back on the chair.
The costumed people were looking at him in horror.
Danny wasnât sure why.
The walking fashion disaster began to cackle with condescending amusement.
Yeah, okay, whatever.
Danny ignored the manâs delve into something about Dannyâs impending doom, or threatening him with pain, and something, something, something. Something about broken this, burning that, yada, yada yada, when Danny got an idea.
Behind the chair where his hands were bound, knowing no one was behind him, he quietly broke the ropes on his wrists. The vigilantesâa red one with bandoliers crossing over his chest and one who wore a largely grey and black suit with an R emblem on the left side of his chestâwere valiantly trying to dissuade the psycho to leave Danny alone, who now realized the said psycho was coming towards him, carrying a crowbar.
How original.
The Joker, as Danny heard someone call him at some point, heâs not sure when, leaned in close. His breath stank.Â
Danny made a disgusted face. âDo you not brush your teeth at all? Gross, dude.â
âYou wonât be makââ
Danny punched him in the jaw. The guy went down pretty easily.Â
Danny made an annoyed noise as he bent down to untie his ankles from the chair legs. He muttered to himself. âStupid villains, always gotta get in the way, why canât I just have one nice vacation, huh?â
âHow did you do that?âÂ
Danny looked up at the red one. âDo what?â He asked, standing and stretching with satisfying pops.
âGet free.â
âOh. . .â Danny reached into his hoodie sleeve and pulled out a small hand saw. He guessed he coulda used a knife, but it was the first thing he'd thought of.
The guy spluttered. âYou just keep a saw in your sleeve?â
âYep.â Danny popped the P. No need for them to know he can make portals. As tiny as needed. âYou guys want help out of those, or what?â Danny gestured to the chains keeping the two bound on the floor.
âNo, Jokerâs goons outside probably has the keys, we have back-up. . . .coming. . . .where did you get that?â
Danny didnât miss a beat as he crouched to get a grip on the chain with the large pair of bolt cutters. âAh, ya know, never leave home without a good pair of bolt cutters.â He offered. The room they were in was pretty bare, saying he found it âlying aroundâ wouldnât work. Itâd be pretty obvious.
âThat is absurd.â The younger one said. âWhere did they come from?â
Danny snapped the red one free and moved onto the angry eyebrows one. How did they still emote so well through those masks? âJust had it on hand.â
âBut whââ
âOh look! There ya go! I gotta go, nice being held hostage with y'all.â Danny ignored their calls for him, climbing out of the nearest window and disappearing.
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I love your writing! Could I possibly get a Slasher X reader. One of the Reader ending up in the hospital for whatever reason. It could be over sickness or getting injured/hunt.
Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital
Slashers x Reader (Separate)
Warnings: Mentions of injury, illness, and killings
A/N: Thank you so much! Some of the Slashers were written outside of the hospital setting since I don't think all of them would be comfortable stepping out into public. I hope you still enjoy though!
Freddy Krueger
Freddy decided to pay you a visit in the real world when he hadn't heard from you in a few days
It wasn't like you to not say anything, and he was starting to get worried
But when he checked into your bedroom and found you nowhere in sight, he quite literally freaked out
(He may have visited some of your friends that night and threatened them to find out where you were)
When he finally found you in the hospital, he was even more worried
You could barely talk and your eyes were horribly bloodshot
It was only when you began coughing did he realize what was going on
"I haven't been able to close my eyes for more than 20 minutes without coughing" you hoarsely whispered to him
Despite wanting to take you back home with him, he knew better
He wasn't exactly a doctor, and he cared more about you getting better than you visiting him
So he let you be
He did help you with falling asleep though
And he visited you every night until you got better
He killed a couple nurses that he stated weren't taking care of you well enough though
Michael Myers
Yeah, he's pissed
He comes home, and you're not there?
Livid
Mostly at the idea that something happened to you, but he won't admit that the idea of you leaving him may have crossed his mind a couple times
But when he finds a note stating you were going to get yourself checked out at the hospital, he immediately heads out without a second thought
You have no idea how, but he sneaks in without anyone noticing him?
He immediately rips the blanket off of you and scans your body, trying to pinpoint what is wrong
It's only when he sees your bandaged leg that he meets your eyes
"I was trying to clean your knife, and it slipped..." you said like a kid about to be scolded
He shook his head at you and then lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the room
While walking out, you happen to notice several dead bodies laying on the ground, blood pooling around them
Ah, so that's how he got in
Jason Voorhees
It was after the 5th night of not being able to breathe fully that you gave in, deciding to go to the hospital
You told Jason it would be super quick, but after a few hours, you still hadn't returned
Instead of just waiting a little longer like a normal person, Jason assumed that something terrible had happened and decided to make a public appearance
(Something he doesn't do often)
He headed into town and located the nearest hospital
Luckily, it was late by now, and the hospital wasn't quite as busy as normal
When he stepped inside, he just slammed down a piece of paper with your name on it, the front desk worker frantically typing in the computer
With how Jason looked and the size of his machete in tow, nobody even bothered to question him
When he was finally pointed to your room, he immediately picked you up and walked back out with you
After finding your doctor and making them give him your prescriptions, he was off to take you back home with him
He wouldn't dare spend even a single night without you
Thomas Hewitt
With the amount of meat hooks, knives, and scrapped bones around, it was a surprise you hadn't gotten into an accident sooner
You were a pretty clumsy person in general, so when you stumbled over a little dip in the tile floor of the kitchen, you instinctively reached your hand out to stop yourself
You managed to not hit the ground, but you sacrificed the palm of your hand in the process
A large butcher's knife was sitting on the counter, and it had sliced right into your skin
Thomas was rushing to your side in a hurry, frantically smooshing towels onto your wound to stop the bleeding
Despite his protests, you insisted on going to get looked at in the hospital
You were certain your hand was going to need stitches
While you were out, he just sat on the couch the whole time, staring at the wall
You promised to be back later, and so he trusted you
But there was no way he was going to be productive with you gone
Once were finally back, Thomas was quick to give you princess treatment
He makes you lay in bed while he brings you food, treats, and cuddles
He'll be watching you like a hawk for the weeks to come, that's for sure
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba was quite literally hanging onto your ankles as you tried to make your way through the door
He was blubbering like crazy
But this stomach flu you've been dealing with was making you miserable
You needed some type of medicine to sort yourself out, although Bubba disagreed
You told him you'd be back soon before giving one last shake and running out the door, leaving Bubba whining after you
He was yelling at basically everything and everyone, frantically storming around the house until you came back
He knew he wouldn't be able to go with you, but he hated you going anywhere by yourself
He was only calm again when you walked back through the door a couple hours later, some weird looking pills in hand
He'd be all over you after that, refusing to even let you go to the bathroom by yourself
And unfortunately for him, this attachment to you resulted in him waking up with the same stomach pains you had just a day later
At least you still had some medicine left, right?
Brahms Heelshire
So there's no way in hell Brahms would ever let you go to the hospital
When you accidentally tripped on the stairs, knocking yourself unconscious during the fall, Brahms was going through a mental breakdown
He didn't know how to help you
And despite all the shaking and slaps he could muster, nothing would wake you up
He finally gave up and decided to call 911
When the ambulance showed up, they were met with a grisly surprise
One of the medics was immediately killed upon entry, and the other was held at knife point, forced to call back and say everything was fine
Brahms then forced them to help you, watching their every move
It was only once your eyes fluttered open that his body relaxed
He quickly disposed of the other medic, immediately tending to you
But don't worry, Brahms would deal with the bodies and the ambulance later
He did it for you after all
Norman Bates
It was actually Norman's idea for you to go to the hospital in the first place
It wasn't like you to be dealing with a cold for this long, and he was beginning to get worried
He happily drove you there, patiently sitting in the waiting room as the doctor took you back to check you out
With a couple prescriptions (and a hefty payment) later, you were back at home with him, relaxing in bed
Norman made sure you always had some tea to drink and soup to eat throughout the night
He even ran the bath for you in hopes of opening your sinuses
He just seems like a normal, doting partner
But if the medicine doesn't seem to help soon, Norman supposes he may need to pay the doctor another visit...
Just to talk things over, of course
Billy Loomis
It's just a little cut, why do you need to go to the hospital?
You shouldn't have been playing with his knife in general
He told you it was dangerous
But he can take care of you himself, he's sure of it
But when he finds you gone just a few minutes later, he immediately becomes tense
Great
With a loud sigh and a few curse words later, Billy is out the door and driving after you
When he makes it to the hospital, he just storms inside
He ignores all the calls from staff to "come back" and to "not go in there"
He finds you talking with the doctor, a look of shock on your face
(You're not exactly sure how he knew which room you were in)
"Are we done here?" Billy grumbles
"You shouldn't be back here"
Billy rolls his eyes at the doctor
"Does it look like I give a shit?"
And with that he, grabs your hand and walks you out, being mindful of your bandaged arm
You're still not sure how you haven't received a bill from the hospital yet
In fact, you haven't heard back from the doctor at all in the past few days
Huh, weird
Stu Macher
Nothing about Stu is calm... ever
So the moment he realizes you aren't home at your normal time, he flips
Probably tries to call and text you numerous times
He even calls Billy who's like "how am I supposed to know??"
When you finally send a text back saying that you went to the doctor's, he quickly responds back saying he's coming to get you
He storms into the hospital like he owns the place, immediately asking the staff where you were
If any of them refuse, he gives them a wicked smile that makes them all uncomfortable
They give in quickly
Stu suddenly barges into your room asking "what's wrong" and "who hurt you?"
You almost laugh at his worry since all that happened was you falling due to being clumsy
He just sighs and shakes his head
"You should have called me"
Once you're all ready to go, he just walks out with you with your arm wrapped in his
He says goodbye to all the staff like nothing ever happened, but they all look a bit fearful
Eric Draven
After fighting with the flu for a good week, Eric decides he should take you to get checked out
Despite your protests, he insists he needs to take you and stay with you (just to make sure they hear you out and give you what you need)
Eric wouldn't hurt or threaten any of the hospital staff, but his presence alone is enough to make them feel intimidated
You're practically in and out within just 20 minutes
"That wasn't so bad, right?" he teased
You just give him a little shove
He pretty much dotes on you for the time being until you get better
Unlike most of the Slashers, Eric has no issues with you going to the occasional doctor's visit
He cares a great deal about your health and always wants what's best for you
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The House Guest 5
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Bucky Barnes
Summary:Â an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
The speaker drones lowly, your playlist cycling through your most listened. You fall into your routine. You always liked cooking. It was always comforting. Your grandmother taught you all her favourite recipes whenever you came around. The familiar aromas bring back what can never truly be.Â
You split the squash with a large knife, the thunk jarring you. You might not be the safest person in the kitchen but youâve yet to do worse than a few nicks. You gut the seeds from inside and scoop in a heap of butter and brown sugar, then drizzle the rest with maple syrup. Youâll bake that while you work on the roast.Â
The back door clatters and makes you flinch. Somehow, you almost forgot. That needling presence never really fades completely but you felt somewhat normal.Â
You listen as Bucky lingers at the back door. He appears in the kitchen door as you look over. His grey jacket is streaked in dirt and his hands are similarly filthy. You give him a curious squint.Â
âGot rid of that dead stump. Rotâs not good to keep around,â he explains.Â
âOh, right, you... wait? How did you do that? I was supposed to borrow Ianâs axe--âÂ
âDonât need an axe,â he wiggles his vibranium fingers at you. âGonna wash up. Anything I can help out with in here?âÂ
âThink Iâm good,â you assure him, âIâm almost done.âÂ
âMm, smells good,â he glances the pan of squash.Â
âHope so,â you reply.Â
He watches you a moment before he turns away. His footsteps echo after him and fade into the soft music. You carry on, putting quartered onions and garlic cloves round the cut of meat. You baste and season, then put it all in the stove.Â
You gather up the peels and seeds into your hands and head down the hall to toss it all in the compost. You get to the back door and clamour through, dumping it all into the barrel. You dust your hands off before you head inside.Â
You didnât notice the open door before. Youâre slightly embarrassed as you glance over and catch Bucky lathering up his hands in the sink. You quickly flit away without another look. Oops.Â
Cramped quarters are bound to get awkward but you hadnât expected that sight. Bucky, shirtless, focused on his hands as he scrubbed away the dirt. You can see it vividly as you try not to think of it. Â
The tortured flesh around his left shoulder, trimming the dark metal of his prosthetic, his other arm as hard as the other, firm and rounded with muscle. His chest full and just as taut, though his middle was softer. The little bit that stuck out over his pants and the extra layer of padding up his stomach filled him out, though there was strength woven into his entire body.Â
You shake your head and swallow. You wipe down the counter and rinse off the used dishes and cutlery. You busy yourself and do your best to forget.Â
You open the fridge and take out a bottle of sparkling water. You close it and nearly cry out as Bucky stands behind the door. He reaches up to grip the top of the fridge. He wears a fresh ribbed tank top, his arm flexing as he looms over you.Â
âMind grabbing me a beer, please and thanks.âÂ
âUh, yeah, sorry,â you open the door again and take out a bottle of beer. Â
âSorry?â He echoes as the fridge closes with a nudge of your elbow, âfor what?âÂ
âUm, nothing, just, didnât hear you, I guess.âÂ
âAh, so itâs not that Canadian thing you do?âÂ
âCanadian thing?âÂ
âYou apologised for tripping earlier.â He shrugs as he accepts the beer.Â
âOh? Habit, maybe. I didnât notice.âÂ
He chortles, âyou know, I served with some Canadians. Good soldiers. They always show up.âÂ
âWow, I... makes sense... my great grandfather served. Came back and drove a truck after,â you say. âMy grandmother talked about him a lot but I was too young to remember him before he passed.âÂ
âSorry,â he says, âha, there I go, huh? Or is it eh?â You give him a look. He uncaps his beer and arches a brow. âWhatâs that for?âÂ
âWhat?â You wonder.Â
âThat look? Sam did say you could be a bit... never mind.âÂ
âHe said I could be a bit what?â You twist of the plastic lid of your flavoured water.Â
âNothing, he always says shit, you know? Tells everybody Iâm a grumpy old man. Iâm old and Iâm tired, not grumpy,â he insists as he leans on the counter and drinks his beer. As he does, he lifts his vibranium hand and picks at his thumb with the index. âMm,â he pulls his lips off the neck, âyou got a cuticle stick or something? This damn thing collects dirt like a broom.âÂ
âI might have something. Got Q-Tips,â you offer.Â
âWhatever you got. I should probably clean this thing before dinner,â he says.Â
âSure, let me just go look.âÂ
You put your water down and squeeze past him. He doesnât shy away, crowding you as you pass him. You donât know if heâs just not paying attention or what. Â
You go down to the bathroom and pull out the drawer. You wince as something rolls against the front. Shit. You really hope he wasnât looking around already. You reach inside and take out the suction toy you shove it up your sleeve. Would he know what the silicon rose was?Â
You search around and find a nail kit. You bought it thinking you were going to go camping but that never happened. Maybe next year.Â
You dip into your room and tuck the silicon toy on the bookshelf then head back to the kitchen. You hand him the small case. âBrand new. You can keep it.âÂ
âOh, uh, thanks,â he accepts it, wiggling it between his fingers, âIâll just go... take care of this.âÂ
He drinks again from his beer and sidles through the doorway next to you. You slip through and retreat to the stove as warmth blooms around it. Is it the cooking thatâs making you sweat or something else?Â
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Hi! So this is my first time requesting,, I have COD brain rot and I had this idea I thought you might like.
Forced proximity with Simon ghost Riley x male reader :D!!
If itâs spicy Iâd absolutely love hair pulling and soft praise,, reader being bottom please! I donât mind if itâs smut or not tho đŤś
IN THE TRUNK
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genre: smut
A/N: Sup. I did the praise thing, but I couldn't find a way to add the hair-pulling. Enjoy! đŚ
You guys were on a mission together. Everything went well until it didn't. One of the soldiers got wounded and wasn't able to run. And with Ghost in charge of the mission, the rule "No man left behind" was never forgotten.
Ghost picked the wounded soldier up, but by that time, the enemy soldiers had caught up. Everyone scattered. Soon, there was no other option than to abort the mission.
Ghost commanded the team to run to the trucks that were hidden in a nearby forest. He threw the soldier to someone else and started looking for you. Hoping you were left unharmed.
He only met you a couple of days ago, but you caught his eye. You were an important asset to the team. You were smaller, so you could sneak around better and fit through places no one else could. You were also an amazing strategist and interrogator.
And for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off you.
The way your smaller, flexible body moved when you dodged knife throws. The way you looked at him when everything was going exactly how it was supposed to go. The way you laid your head on his shoulder when you were exhausted.
You quickly found yourself messing with his pheromones. He felt like he needed to have you in his grasp and he didn't understand why. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to make sure you are alright.
Your small size also resulted in you being a little slower than the others. He was aware of that, so he wasn't surprised when you had trouble catching up with the rest of the team.
He ran to you and picked you up bridal style. He ran fast even when carrying you. You being smaller helped him a lot since you were also lighter. He ran with you, seeing the last truck waiting for him and anyone else.
A few soldiers jumped into the car, and Ghost signaled the driver to start moving. The truck slowly took off as Ghost caught up with it, opening the trunk and jumping in it with you in his arms.
You closed the trunk from the inside. Ghost looked at you while gasping for air. You gave him a sweet smile knowing that the whole team is safe. "That damn smile." He thought. That damn smile that messed with him so much.
He squeezed into a slightly larger part of the trunk. You both look at each other awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Ghost had his leg in front of him, managing to hide his erection. He would be really embarrassed if you caught him thinking like that about you.
The truck ran over a rather large speed bump. You were almost thrown at Ghost ending in your back smacked against his abs. You ended up being pushed into his lap by the way the truck moved.
There, you felt it. You felt the bulge in Ghost's pants. He wanted to get you off him to avoid being embarrassed even more. Instead, he grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to him. He knew the truck would still be moving rather roughly, and he didn't want you to get injured.
When the ride calmed down again you looked at him. "Don't talk about it." He almost barked out. "Being distracted like this won't do you any good in the field, sir." "Would you want me to help you out?"
He was blushing hard under his mask. "Sergeant, I am in no way attracted to you." He said defensively. "Then why are still holding me?" You questioned. He would think that you were teasing him, but your innocent eyes made him realize that you were genuine.
He sighed "Pants down, sergeant!" He commanded. "You're lucky these trunks are soundproof." He muttered against your neck. You slipped your pants down to your thighs he followed your movements.
"You sure you can take this?" He asked, grabbing your hips with the hand that was over you. "Yes, sir!" You answered and adjusted your body so he could slide his other arm under you and push you closer to his chest.
He didn't wait a second when he got an agreement out of you and thrusted his dick straight into your ass. You gave out a little whimper. He grabbed your chin to look away from him. You wondered why he did that only to feel his lips on your neck.
He took off his mask to kiss you.
Your stomach filled with butterflies as he started thrusting into you roughly. With each thrust, you let out a whimper. He stretched you out so good. "Good boy... keep... making those sounds." He stuttered struggling.
He didn't know it would feel so good. He just had to make sure you knew how happy he was. "You are such a good boy for me sergeant." "You feel so good." He was bruising your neck as he sucked on the skin.
He started hitting your prostate head-on which made you switch from whimpering to moaning. That made him go feral. He could feel himself getting close to seeing stars. He thrusted last time into you and filled you with his cum.
He didn't want to leave you unfinished, since you did so good. He grabbed your dick jerking it off until you came into his hand.
You both panted trying to catch your breaths. "Sergeant!" "Yes, sir?" "Just letting you know if I'm ever distracted again, I'll go straight to you."
You chuckled knowing that you signed up for a hell of a ride.
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Eddie x Fem! Reader
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A/N: this chapter is a little bit shorter than the last few but I hope you enjoy it regardless! huge s/o to @blueywrites + @jo-harrington for beta reading and helping me with parts âĽď¸
tw: 18+ no minors, depression, acts of depression, drinking excessively etc
Granules of brown sugar melt against heaping creamed rolled oats, nestled into the crisp white second hand vitrelle made Corelle brand bowls. The pattern of dainty brown flowers skim around the outer surface, one that Eddie is now rubbing softly with the pad of his thumb.Â
He had never noticed them before this very moment. The guitar string callouses skid along the cool surface of the bowl. The familiar feel reminded him of the soft skin on your back as he held you while you slept, strumming along your body to the tired tunes of your breathing.
A song heâd listen to forever if he could.Â
Eddie found himself noticing many new things he hadn't noticed before in the early daylight hours of the morning. He didnât want to stir you, didnât want to disrupt the beautiful sleepy angel next to him. Wrapping you tighter against him, pressing light kisses to your hairline, he soaked up the warmth of your skin against him. Drinking in your smooth breathing and matching it to his own.Â
Fluttering heart beating wildly in his own chest, he canât believe you are here with him. Last night felt too good to be true. All these months of lonely pining, unsure if you felt the same, only for it to be true that you wanted him as much as he had wanted you.
He was elated, heart overflowing and spewing candy hearts from his eyes and mouth at the weight of your body tucked into him, fitting like a glove against the bend in his arm.Â
He was head over heels for you.Â
A wave of assurance washed over him when he woke this morning and found you curled in on yourself, the cotton sheets wrapped tight up under your chin, slack lips open and your eyelashes laid sweetly against your cheeks. A breath of relief leaves his musclesâ youâre still here.Â
The rise and fall of your naked form when he pulled ypu into his side had him breathless upon first opening his eyes this morning. The sunlight basking through peaks in his bedroom curtains and providing enough light for the dust mites to dance their daylight waltz amongst the stuffy air and crowded surfaces in Eddieâs room.Â
Cotton sheets dipped into your curves. The smooth skin of your cheek pressed into his own chest. The steady whirring noise of your breathing in and out of your nose with your lips closed delicately. Â
Beautiful. Radiant. A thousand other adjectives he could use to describe you but there was only one he wanted to call you: his.Â
The toaster erupts with a metallic clunk, bringing him back from his day dreaming and focusing again at the task at hand.Â
Grabbing a knife from the silverware drawer, he smears cold butter against the warm toast, the knife scraping gently as the warm crusted pockets flood with butter and sweet grape jelly.
He finds himself daydreaming again. He pictures the corner of your lips coated in jelly, heâd reach forward and brush his finger against it, maybe his lips would kiss the crumbs away. Youâd giggle at his stupidity and heâd melt like the butter into this toast at your warm smile.Â
You were perfect. Everything he had wanted and more. And years of being friends, then enemies, then roommates and now lovers. He was giddy, stomach filled with snowflake flurries resembling a winter storm.Â
He balanced the bowls of oatmeal in large hands, the toast cut in diagonals and stuffed like rabbit ears into the cooked oats. A pep in his step, he practically floated to his room, back to you, snug in his sheets, his pillows. Heâs carried by the wings of the butterflies in his stomach.Â
A tickle on your cheek has your eyelids fluttering slow, the cool feel of unfamiliar sheets twisted by your chin have you jumping in your skin, but the warm velvet voice in your ear whispering good morning greetings and a peck against your ear tames your heart and softens the goosebumps on your skin.Â
The same calloused palms that held you in a protective manner last night now gently stroke the underside of your chin in a lazy pattern. Up the rounds of your cheeks, and circling the plump of your lips. Eddieâs hands are unusually warm against your skin, the heat from the bowls hot on his palms.
The mattress bends beneath his weight as he sits with one leg on the bed and leans on a hip over you. The bourbon colored ends of his curls sweep feather-like against your bare chest, like the white tufty pappus of a dandelion head.
You titter softly when his lips slide down your neck and blow a softened raspberry against your skin.Â
âGood morning, baby,â he sighs beneath your ear. The pearls of his teeth graze your neck because he canât stop smiling. The silk of your hands wrap around his arms, fingers gliding over the carve of his muscles. And your eyes finally flutter open.Â
A halo of sunlight breaches his frizzy curls and pull every bit of amber from them, his smile cozy and familiar the warmth seeping through you as his blackened honey eyes drink you in. Â
His eyes trail your sleepy features, caressing your skin with each slow drag across your face. Taking in every inch of you he can.Â
âSleep okay?â he purrs gently, planting a rose petal kiss on your lips.Â
Last night was perfect, everything you had hoped for and more.Â
You didnât know sex could be so intimate, so passionate. Feeling how much he cared about you with every kiss, every touch of his molten fingers on your skin. He gave you the love and adoration you had yearned for. And it felt good.Â
So, so good.Â
Something that delicious should be enjoyed again and again. An indulgence, a finger swiping into the edge of a frosted cake for temptation deemed too strong. But unlike the taste of frosting melting away on your tongue, craving more and wanting another taste, you couldnât.Â
Peering into his eyes, you can see how much he loved you. But the feeling sat sour on your tongue, and burned your belly in a lonely way.
But why?Â
You could push through this right?
Didnât you want this?
Want him?
Heart hammering for Eddie, all green flags and sticky love, kicking feet and giddy heated cheeks, but your brain was screaming another sound, ringing bells of unworthiness loud in your ears.Â
You donât deserve him.Â
His love wonât last.Â
A quick smile that doesnât reach your eyes implants on your lips. Insecurity is evident among them when the twinkle of love is replaced by dark brooding agony. And if Eddie sees it he is blinded to it. So wrapped up in bubbly love for you he thought you hung the stars.Â
The way his brown eyes are gazing at you hurts your heart. Before hot tears can fall down your cheeks you blink rapidly. Wells of salt stinging in your eyes as you swallow them down.Â
Answering his question in a hushed almost whisper, you push yourself up on his mattress, clutching the sheet around your chest, suddenly aware of how naked you are. Bare beneath the sheets a once welcomed coziness now feels like shards of glass embedded into your skin.Â
Your knees tuck up beneath your chest, in a small attempt to shield yourself more from the man you wanted to love but couldnât.Â
Eddie is all adoring dimples and pinked cheeks. His voice is laced with flowing sweet words of pleasantries. He places a pillow behind your back, so you can be comfy,.Â
The act cracking your heart deeper waiting to be split like the thin shell on a peanut m&m.Â
âI didnât ask, but do you like oatmeal?âÂ
Youâve never known a single smile burrowing into your soul deeper than his does. But it aches and burns. Nose tingling bringing up another wave of tears, you simply nod, you wipe your eyes hastily with the back of your hand as Eddie turns and grabs the bowls. Oblivious to your turmoil.Â
He brings the warm bowl of oatmeal to the bed and places it in your hands. Jelly having slid down the toast and snuggling with the brown sugar and oatmeal. Joining you on the bed Eddie sits beside you, his long legs stretched out in front of him as you sit shoulder to shoulder.  Â
You donât deserve him.Â
His love wonât last.Â
Lead filled arms hold the metal spoon to your lips, a warmth in your mouth that has no taste. For you are not hungry. The beast inside spreading its ferocious wings and sucking any amount of joy from you.Â
But he said he loved me.Â
He doesnât. Donât fool yourself.Â
Staring ahead you are trapped in your mind. A hostage to your demons. The sunshine of happiness is replaced with heavy thunderstorm clouds of acidic rain, eating away your insides like maggots on a carcass.Â
Eddie is talking between mouthfuls of his breakfast but you donât hear him. The words unable to make sense against your ears as you stir your spoon around and around the bowl. A hypnotizing motion.Â
Unaware of the state you are in, Eddie is floating high on cloud nine. A pinky cheeked cherub shooting arrows of lust below him. Heâs giddy and cheerful, a light of beckoning hope next to your brooding steel trapped mind.Â
Heâs too good for you.Â
The voices shout louder in your ears and you fight tears away.Â
Just another notch on his belt, silly Tooty.Â
Run, before he does.Â
âSweetheart?â your breathing is erratic and complacent. Sweat is trickling down your hairline. Wet beads in the space behind your ears and forming on your upper lip.
Run.Â
Choking down the bile of panic cradled in your throat, you croak a smile. âSorry, what?âÂ
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The rest of breakfast is void of noise besides the ominous clinking of spoons against bowls and the gulping slide of oatmeal down Eddieâs throat. Chewing your toast to humor him you still taste nothing, barely registering your teeth are grinding together against themselves until Eddie asks if youâre alright.Â
Fine, you lie, easy on your tongue, the forced smile is harder, painful. Settling an unease in your bones that creaks and groans like a worn porch door batting against the frame in a windstorm.Â
Pulling hard to untuck the sheet from the one corner of Eddieâs bed that didnât manage to come undone during the passion of last night, you wrap it around you fully, and scoot down the length of his mattress. The walk of shame gown held tight in your grip. Doubling as a shield of comfort around you, a flannel sheet of armor.Â
Not announcing where you are going in fear of breaking, you scamper from the room, quick feet on the carpet and shivering in the cool air on your shoulders. Eddieâs hot desperate eyes burrowing into your back as you lock the bathroom door.Â
Heâs everywhere in this house, and your mind is suffocating. Lungs punched of any oxygen as you struggle to stand using the knob as a crutch.Â
What makes you think youâre deserving of his kindness?
The daunting demonic voice laughs mercilessly in your head, bouncing off the pinked brain matter and echoing lol against the hollow marble of your skull, scribbling along it in permanent marker.Â
UnworthyÂ
Undeserving
Hot tears stream down your cheeks and you shed the cloak of flannel armor, reaching for the silver knob of the shower and turning it to the hottest temperature the small water heater will allow.Â
The stream of the scalding water sears your back like steak in a skillet, you welcome the burn with open arms.Â
Thinking of Eddieâs doting and how sweet he was to you made your stomach splinter. All he was doing was exactly what you had hoped for, wished for, stayed up long nights aching for.Â
But it wasnât simple.Â
You were terrified. Scared shitless of his love for you. But you knew Eddie and you knew he loved big, and cared in ways that most people couldn't fathom.Â
Hot water rolls down the front of your shoulders and flows over your softened nipples, mixed with salty tears.Â
The tears only stop when thereâs a soft knuckled bang on the door.Â
His endearing voice is small against the closed door, âhey babe?âÂ
You donât answer. Unable to free your mind from the double hell of feeling inadequate and petrifying anxiety of being loved by someone you canât love back.Â
But you do love him.Â
You always have in one way or another.. even when you shouldnât have. You did.Â
But the overwhelming feeling of his affection is too much, you donât know how to feel, or act. Not as if Chad ever made you feel loved. Somehow the feeling of being loved is almost the same crushing feeling of being choked out.Â
Because youâre not good enough.Â
You donât deserve him.Â
The bathroom door opens and Eddieâs calm voice breaks through the void. Makes its way through the silent sobs that are causing your body to shake violently.Â
His shadow is blurred against the shower curtain. Coy hands peel the cream plastic and blue fabric away slightly, opening the threshold to the shower and the steam rolling out, thick in his vision.Â
âTooty?âÂ
Back to first names.Â
Back to the basics.Â
Eddie wasnât an idiot. He knew something was wrong. And he had spent the last ten minutes walking back and forth along the carpet, wracking his brain. Pulling his hair in frustration when tears stung his eyes and collected like puddles in his lashes. Â
Trying to figure out the solution to a problem he didnât have the equation for.Â
No one did.Â
This was a fight within yourself, solving for x when Eddie barely passed basic algebra. Nobody could fix this.
Broken goods, sold at a discount and marked down.Â
Trash.Â
When you donât answer he says your name a smidge louder. Reaching his fingers out to touch your shoulder and almost breaking on the spot when you coil away from him.Â
His touch once so protective and undeniably reassuring in your blood now threatens to make you react with bared teeth and steel eyes.Â
But you refrain, pushing yourself further away from him. Deeper into your sorrows of a life of despair, a valley of dread.Â
Relentless, Eddie wonât give up easy. His voice is meek and breaking with each cold shoulder of avoidance you offer.Â
Youâre nothing.Â
âBaby,â he pleads, a tear running down his cheek, collecting in the column of his throat. âTalk to me.âÂ
His cheeks return to normal color, his eyes donât dance with twinkles, the corners of his mouth turn flat. He's beside himself.Â
The voices deepens now, roaring loudly like a river. A familiar tone. One that has terrified you for almost a decade, Chad.Â
You think someone could love you like me? Better than me?Â
Take it, fucking whore.Â
Yeah, cry for me.Â
âNo.âÂ
Eddieâs brows turn inward. Concern painting his face. âTooty?âÂ
Who would want you?Â
Youâre nothing.Â
A hand on your shoulder makes your spine twinge with icy cold resentment causing you to flinch unexpectedly, shivering away from him. A wounded animal, protecting yourself.Â
âI said, no!âÂ
When you turn to face him you are met with wet eyes, and the saddest expression youâd ever had the displeasure of seeing.Â
One that would bury itself in your mind and haunt you at night. More horrifying than a scary movie because it was real, right before your eyes.Â
Eddie doesnât give you time to think before he twists his mouth into a question, âwhatâs going on? What did I do?âÂ
This is not a conversation you want to have. You canât.Â
Plain and simple.Â
âLeave me alone,â you beg, salt in the skinned wound. You turn the water off and shove past him, your warm wet skin sliding against his dry bare chest.Â
UnlovableÂ
Undeserving Tooty.Â
The terry fibers of your robe cocoon you in a hug. And youâre reminded of the memories this fabric holds. The first night Eddie had moved in, and him wearing it with pride.Â
The night he defended you against the twins, when you were piss drink and he wrapped you up tightly to cover you up.Â
He was a good man.Â
And you were a bitch.Â
An unlovable shrewd, forcing someone to open up and then cutting them off because you couldnât handle the thought of someone loving you when you couldnât love yourself.Â
You deserved what Chad did to you.Â
Eddie is talking a million miles an hour trying to explain himself as you leave him in the bathroom. His throat aches from swallowing back tears and his heart is breaking.Â
Turning in a swift jerk of your head you face him when he begs you to look at him.Â
âPlease, goddamnit please just talk to me. Help me understand what I did wrong!âÂ
âThereâs nothing to understand Eddie! We fucked! So what? No big deal.â It was the biggest lie youâd told yourself. It was a big deal. It meant everything to you, but you couldnât do this.Â
Heâs stunned, mouth hung open and his pink bottom lip starts to quiver. The same lips that kissed you so delicately and made you cum so hard it was like the Fourth of July behind your eyelids.Â
Not having any of it, his sadness turns to anger on the drop of a dime, his shaky lip flipped to a snarl, âDonât you dare do this, donât you dare turn this around as just some one night stand bullshit.â His eyes search your face for any tell on a sick joke. But he knows you better than that. Â
He canât contain the fueling rage inside of him and he almost shouts in your face. âI know what it meant to you!â
âReally?â you voice in a shaky tone, crossing your arms across your chest in a manner that suggests you couldnât give a single fuck about his feelings, but barely below the surface you were screaming for help. âIf you got all the answers then enlighten me.âÂ
His voice is softer, gentler. He timidly reaches out to hold your clothed shoulders, the tips of his fingertips grip them softly, thumbs rubbing small circles. Hoping his touch could bring you back to him, bring back the angel from his dreams and coax you out from this hellish nightmare he had fallen into.Â
 âDonât act like this baby, please.âÂ
Your head hangs in defeat and youâre ready to give up. A sigh escapes you and he lifts your chin with a ringed finger. He licks his lips and he says the three words you couldnât hear.Â
The three small words that confirmed the anxiety in your chest and made your heart crumble. And it kills you.Â
It kills you to hear the words come from the man youâve been yearning for.
It kills you to know you wonât ever be able to say them back to him. Even though youâre dying to.
And it kills you to know you donât deserve to hear those words from him.Â
His fingers feel like talons against your shoulders and you're caught in his grasp. A hawk swooping to catch a field mouse. You can practically feel the blood pouring from your skin by his nails through the robe. The sharpness squeezing your lungs and attacking your mind.Â
And like a bullet from a gun, you fire back. With hateful words and a dead tone, fire lit behind your pupils and your caged self inside of them begging to be let out. Begging to be let free and loved by Eddie. Slapping his hands away from you, you pull away from him, your back hitting the wall with a thud, the same wall you leaned on last night when he kissed you for the first time.Â
The word is final. And so full of venom it feels like poison on your lips.Â
âDonât.âÂ
Wounded like an animal he defends himself. His slapped hands are red and stinging as he hangs them limply at his side. He shakes his head and his lips glow with how hard heâs pressing them together.Â
âTell me I donât mean anything to you,â he yells, hurt and unable to contain his building desperate pleas to win you back, âGo ahead! Use your words Tooty. Tell me last night meant nothing to you.â Â
Heâs a fiend for your poisoned drug and you are his dealer, giving him what he wants, directly to his vein of choice. The veil of hatred falling in your vision and coating your stone still features. A single tear welled into your eyes. Falling the exact time you tell him words you knew werenât at all true.Â
âIt meant nothing to me.âÂ
He chuckles in a hurt tone trying desperately to hide his own tears, a sick smirk of dismay is displayed on his quivering lips. And heâs fighting like hell to stay standing on two feet.Â
âSo now what? Huh?â His voice breaks and he clears his throat, hands on his hips and looking towards the popcorn ceiling, desperately blinking tears back, and once theyâre hiding again he nods his head forward, one last attempt to have you break with him. To admit you were lying to yourself.Â
Crossing his arms heâs trying not to shake with fury and grief. Through gritted teeth he misters up enough courage to ask you something he doesnât wanna hear the answer to.
âTell me what you want since youâre so big and brave. Donât be a coward now sweetheart, tell me what you want.âÂ
You almost vomit on the spot. But choke it down long enough to spill the last lie from your pretty lips.
The nail in the coffin. The big finale.Â
âI want⌠you to leave.âÂ
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JANUARYÂ
It took three hours and all the boys from Corroded Coffin to help Eddie move his things out. He took a few days off from work to get his affairs in order. Filling out the proper paperwork to change his address back to the light blue trailer in Forest Hills for the time being.Â
You werenât home when it happened. He had made sure of it.Â
When you closed your eyes at night you could still hear slam of metal connecting to metal when he slammed his van door and the crunch of ice and snow beneath his van tires as he sped away.Â
You didnât cry anymore when Metallica played on the radio. And nobody but you knew that every glass you had owned had been shattered against the front door when you came home to his empty room.Â
A reality that had your eyes swollen for days.Â
It took you two weeks to see the envelope on the table. A scrawl of shitty handwriting with your name on it.Â
Tucked inside the pristine white envelope was more than twenty $100 bills, fresh from the bank. And a small note:Â
âIf you need more let me know,Â
take care of yourself - EddieÂ
That night you wept. Clutching onto the handmade shirt Eddie had given you, the night before the concert. The only thing remnant of him living in the house. Not counting the newer jar of pickles in the fridge, like the lastâ the lid was missing.Â
Hot tears slid out of your eyes faster than a tub draining. A call to Robin is broken with blubbering hysterics and honking noises of your nose being blown into a wadded Kleenex, and in ten minutes timeâshe manages to drop everything to come and look after you.Â
Countless hours slip by of her rubbing your back and even crying along with you, she swore Eddie and you were meant to be. Her words were blankets of comfort on you as she tried her best not to bring him up.Â
She had promised both Steve and Eddie to not tell you where he was staying, for your own good.Â
And like the kind hearted friend she was, Robin stayed for a few days. Taking off work and cooking meals for you even though you refused to eat.Â
On the third day of not eating and refusing to leave your bed, she put a call in to Steve. He was hands on his hips disappointed in you. Lecturing you about how your actions hurt people and how you couldnât be a brat forever. He threatened to dial the Wheelerâs to have Karen step in.Â
But you wouldnât budge.Â
When Nancy had shown up on a Wednesday morning, she immediately went to work. Making a schedule for you to follow, and taking absolutely no bullshit when you told her you were a grown woman and could deal with things on your own.Â
When she blacked out Eddieâs name from the calendar, silent tears fell down your cheeks.Â
Seeing his name brought you both solace and pain. A reminder that you had done this yourself. That he wasnât coming back. And it was because of you.
You moved with the motions of each day.
ShowerÂ
Brushing your teethÂ
Eating breakfastÂ
Getting ready for workÂ
Going to workÂ
Eating lunchÂ
Working
Driving homeÂ
Eating supperÂ
Brush teethÂ
BedtimeÂ
You sat in silence when you werenât at work. Finding little to no enjoyment in anything anymore. Avoiding everyoneâs calls. Staring at the 4 walls in your bedroom like a prison cell. Eddieâs stupid jar of pickles tucked snuggly between your crossed legs, your supper for weeks now.Â
The only thing on your mind was him. He stuck with you in everything you did. He was everywhere. You even started drinking orange juice from the jug just like he did.
His laugh. The small giggly one heâd had since boyhood and the deep belly laugh heâd generate when you would roll your eyes at him, all of his teeth showing.Â
His smile seemed to stretch across the Milky Way. Wide and pearly, ear to ear. His cheeks prickled with deep dimples. Somehow getting cuter with age.Â
The darkest eyes full of mischief and wonderment. You could get lost in the Wonka chocolate river pooling in his eyes. Changing with his emotions like a mood ring, they gave him away. Â
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Corroded Coffin hadnât played a gig since A Merry Corroded Christmas. Hard to play a show when the lead singer couldnât pull it together during practices or remember to show up to them.Â
Steve had stayed up with Eddie the first few nights, talking him off the edge of a violent end he didnât see a way out of.Â
He wouldnât allow himself to forget that night. The passion was cosmic. And he knew you felt it too. Whether or not you would admit you were lying to yourself didnât interest him.Â
He was used to rejection.Â
Used to feeling like he was nothing.Â
What was breaking him was the ghost of you in his arms. Your sleeping body haunted his dreams, made the demons escape from hell and flood his vision.Â
When he woke and you werenât there the pain surfaced tenfold. And no amount of whiskey or Rickâs finest trees would fix it.Â
The cycle never ending
He cared about you more than he cared about himself.Â
The day you asked him to leave was a blur. He woke up at Garethâs apartment a day later, no recollection of how he had gotten there.Â
Your words etched into his skin like a tattoo.Â
I want you to leave.
FEBRUARY
Still Loving You by Scorpions is playing on repeat between Nothing Else Matters by Metallica again in the guest house behind the lavish empty pool of Steve Harringtonâs new home on Cornwalis St.Â
Thirty some odd days had passed and Eddie Munson was nowhere near the man he used to be.Â
Where his skin was once smooth shaven was now replaced by a prickly sparse beard. His once sparkling chocolate eyes were now dull and almost ashen. Dark circles rim his eyes from lack of sleep and poor nutrition, a diet of Marlboros, whiskey and pretzels giving him enough energy to work and come back to the same space he had called home for a few months.Â
Throwing himself into working long hours at Boomâs he slept very little at night. When he did close his eyes heâd be jarred awake by a nightmare, one he hasnât had since he was a kid. And heâd lay awake for hours replaying the same day over and over again in his mind.Â
Each time ending the same way.
Shreds of notebook papers cluttered the floor, each littered with blue and black ink, all different but entirely the same subject: you.
Poems, songs, haikus and even a poorly written sonnet he had attempted while drunk at 2 AM sitting in a lounge chair he had drug out from the pool shed to sit along the edge of the frozen pool cover.Â
His hair hadnât been brushed in weeks. Leighanne offered to help comb out the tangles and mats but the burden was too much for him to handle. He denied her kindness, brushing it off with mumbled âm fine âs and donât worry âbout me âs.
But in reality the thought of another womanâs hands in his hair only made the tears fall harder.Â
When Eddie first moved in, Steve and Robin were still in the apartment, and Eddieâs things were moved to a storage unit across town.Â
When the lease was up at the end of January, Robin moved into Vickyâs apartment over Surfer Boy Pizza and Steve purchased a house, along with an expensive diamond ring he would be anticipating on giving to an eager Leighanne, holding off until her birthday for the right time to pop the question.Â
The Harrington/Buckley apartment was then subleased to Eddie. A sublease that didnât last more than a week before he was booted out by the landlord for destruction of property when he accidentally started a fire in the kitchen.Â
He was only trying to replicate your lasagna.Â
Steve graciously invited Eddie to move in. and Eddie kept to himself for the most part. And on nights when sad music was blaring from the small guest house, Steve knew better than to ask if his friend wanted to play cards or kick back with a few beers.Â
-T-
January came and went and close to the end of February Josie told you she was cutting everyoneâs hours, the salon would no longer be open on the weekends. The envelope Eddie had left for you was thrown into your night stand and you refused to use any of it.Â
No one in town was hiring for another hairdresser so you opted to driving fifteen miles out of town to find another job.Â
The job you had gotten was bartending at a rundown shithole bar worse than the Hideout. But the tips were good and your boss was sweet. A pot belly old farmer who only played country classics and served warm beer and peanuts, the shells making curved mountains on the filthy splintered wood floor.
It was refreshing to get out of Hawkins, but most importantly, it was the best chance you had at not running into someone who looked like him.Â
Your body started to ache at all times, tender in places that never hurt before. Exhaustion thick on your featuresÂ
Months had passed and you hadnât seen your friends. Nancy would call every now and then and check in. Jonathan and her were seeing a couples therapist for intimacy issues. She said Mike was hinting at proposing soon to El.Â
Eddieâs shadow lingered on your skin and you swore you could feel his breath in your ear. Whispering how he loved you.
Some days were better than others, but most days you would get so worked up you would vomit from the pain. Betrayal splayed in your guts. Your mind was working against you.
His teary eyes and hurt expression were all you saw when you closed your eyes. And every night you cried yourself to sleep, cocooned into a pile of too many blankets, dreaming that Eddie was holding you tight against his chest, never leavingâŚnever letting you go.Â
MARCH
Eddie worked more than twelve hours a day, acting as two full time mechanics with how hard he was throwing himself into projects. Boom, although grateful for Eddieâs help and go-getter attitude, worried about him. Especially when he noticed the other two knot head mechanics he couldnât afford to fire, helping themselves into his office flipping through personnel files.Â
âSean told me he makes more money than me! I was just checking to see how much more you think heâs worth!Â
Aaron chuckled when Boom tossed him out of the office by his collar.Â
A secret motive snug on his Copenhagen smile. The Information he was seeking: found and a reward would be granted for his loyalty to a long time friend.
âŚ
â⌠alright fine, I guess pineapple is pretty good on pizza.â
âTold ya, Harrington, â licking his lips, Eddie reached into the cardboard box and grabs another slice, the melting cheese stretching for what seemed like miles, âI know good pizza.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes, taking it easy on his friend who finally is looking like his normal self again after two months of becoming almost unrecognizable.Â
The sad music didnât play anymore. And his fingers didnât bleed from writing songs about you.Â
He was accepting what happened. Still sad, a little depressed but moving forward with his life.Â
The date was approaching, Steve knew it and so did Eddie, neither wanted to talk about what he was going to do yet but Steve held his tongue for far too long.Â
âso.. that Metallica concert is coming up⌠you still gââ
Before Steve could finish muttering, Eddie was already finishing his sentence, chewing along with his explanation. His fingers twirl the rings on his other hand. A nervous fit settling in his stomach.
ââalready sold âem. Gonna drop the money I got for them in her mailbox tonight.âÂ
Steve shifts uncomfortably in his chair, threading fingers through his coiffed hair. âSo thatâs it huh?âÂ
âSo whatâs it?â Eddie questioned, nonchalantly standing suddenly from the table with a scratch of the chair's legs against the tiled floor. Throwing his paper plate and napkin away, he stops at the trash can. Doubling back he almost cracks under the scrutiny of Steveâs eyes.Â
âSteve, she doesnât wanna be with me, weâve been over this. I fucked up, came on too strong.âÂ
âIâm sorry man,â Steve apologizes, a drag of his large hands down his face. âI really thought she felt the same wayâ,â he huffs out a breath, âfuck, we all did!â
A shake of Eddieâs curls silences Steveâs words, the whirring noise in his ears, âIâm fine man, really. Iâm gonna keep doing what we said we would all those years ago.âÂ
Walking towards the front door and stomping louder than he should have, Eddie thrusts his arms into his leather jacket, the silk inside cozy along his faded cotton shirt.Â
His keys are hanging on the little hook by the door, Steveâs decorator thinking of every detail, he lets the brass teeth dig into his palm.Â
âEven if she hates me Steve,â one hand on the silver doorknob, rings clicking against it in his tight grip, he turns his head and looks into pitiful moss colored eyes, as he delivers the only truth heâs ever known, âI still love her.â
Slamming home the driverâs door to the van and turning his key into the ignition, Skid Rowâs I Remember You plays gently through the speakers. Eddie hums along and pats his thumbs against the steering wheel.Â
It was true he was doing better.
His hair was combed through after using copious amounts of the cheapest conditioner Melvaldâs had to offer. And he didnât need the whiskey anymore to make it through the day.Â
He yearned to see your face.Â
Even if it was a glare his way or a raised eyebrow at something stupid he had to say, heâd do just about anything to see it.Â
Would you be smiling?Â
Were you happy without him?Â
He hoped you were doing well, and maybe would want to be friends again.Â
Turning onto Cherry Lane is pure nostalgia. It had only been a few months but everything looked the same. He felt different and maybe expected everything else to change along with him.Â
And there it was. Your house.Â
The house he had lived in, learned life skills he should have learned years ago, and most importantly shared the deepest love heâd ever felt with someone in his life. Â
The windows were dark, except for a small light in the kitchen, a candle he assumed. The smell of vanilla warmed his nose as he thought of the familiar scent you had kept burning.
The driveway held your car and another he didnât recognize. By first glance he thought maybe it could be Nancy. But she had just brought her old station wagon into Boomâs last week for a tire rotation.Â
The license plates on the fancy BMW were not from Hawkins, housing the wrong number for the county on the Indiana plates.Â
His ears heated with jealousy. Throat closing tight trying to hide a choked sob.Â
How could you have moved on from him so quickly? The thought of you hooking up with someone while he was practically a dead man walking made him weak in the knees.
A punch to the gut. He had never felt so low in all of his life.
He couldnât help himself when he jumped out of the van. Foregoing slamming the door. Stomping on cold concrete with shaky legs all the way to the front door. He fumed as he blinked back tears.Â
He was prepared to make an ass out of himself. Heâd announce himself the same way he had when he opened the door the day he has moved in all those months ago.Â
A loud boisterous, HONEY, IâM HOMEÂ
With knuckles raised and his heart hammering in his chest like a bee trapped in a tin can, he was ready to knock.Â
Ready to see your shocked face with some faceless guy probably with a better job and stupid suits when Eddieâs wild hair and goofy grin was on the other side of the door.Â
But he is stopped short when a muffled shrill scream vibrates off the walls and finds his ears.
see you in volume 12
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A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot
Word Count: 5.2k Masterlist
Ă Summary: Noah is Death, the ruler of the after life (or whatever you want to call it), though he is cursed to watch you come and go from his never ending existence time and time again.
Ă Warnings!: Eh-level smut (cut me some slack as I get back into it â˘âżâ˘ ), language, little bit of violence, tiny fluff, slight dom!noah, smut with plot aka this became more in depth than I meant for it to. Let me know if I missed anything!
Ă Story Song: God Complex by VIOLENT VIRA
There was an ache in your lungs with every labored breath you took, each one more strained than the last. You could hear his heavy steps trailing not far behind, and even though your calves were burning and you weren't sure how much longer you could carry on, you forced yourself to keep going. The pain didn't matter. All that did was the drive to stay alive.Â
'Just a bit longerâ, you would tell yourself. A vain hope that the man would tire out eventually and give up. All you had to do was outlast him. A simple task, right?Â
Wrong.Â
Small branches snapped beneath your bare feet as you did your very best to avoid low tree limbs and protruding roots from the ground. You dodged every obstacle, though you were only leading yourself deeper and deeper into the unknown woods in the process.Â
You could hear his maniacal laughter over your shoulder, and you swore you could even feel his breath pass your skin, but there was no way he was that close without having snagged you yet. Finally, you took a sharp right turn and pressed your back up against the opposite side of a rather large tree. Tears streamed down your face, your hand covering your mouth to keep your sobs and heavy breathing muffled.Â
âCome out, come outâŚâ the man taunted, amusement evident in his sadistic tone. âWe need to finish what we started or else itâs six feet under for both of us.âÂ
You forced your eyes closed, squeezing them as tight as possible. Maybe you would open them and be in your bed, all of this having been some sick and twisted nightmare. Unfortunately, that's not what lied ahead for you.Â
Rough hands secured around your shoulders, forcing you down to the dirt without a hint of remorse. A scream erupted from you due to the sudden action, as well as the fear, obviously.Â
âNo! Please stop!â You pleaded while your fists tried their very best to bang against his chest, face, head - really anywhere you could reach. âJust let me go!âÂ
âHelp! Someone help! Please!âÂ
The manâs laughter echoed through the woods and soon he had managed to pin your hands down on either side of your head. You squirmed and writhed beneath him, desperate to escape the heavy weight of his body being placed down on to you.Â
âThere's no one out here to save you, princess.â He somehow shifted your wrists into one of his hands, leaving the other free to dip down. âIt's just the two of us.âÂ
There was a glint from the faint glow of moonlight shining off the blade he produced. The sight of it instantly silenced you, your eyes growing wide in terror. âPlease...â you continued to beg through your tears, but it was as if the man couldn't hear a thing. Not that he cared about what you had to say.Â
Then, without hesitation, he was forcing the knife at an angle up into your stomach. You gasped as the pain consumed you, too stunned to cry out again. Or maybe you were becoming too weak, due to the loss of blood and all. The man didn't stop there, though. He retracted the knife, shifted a bit, just before plunging it down into your chest. Another gasp escaped you, but this one didn't seem to hurt as bad as the first. ActuallyâŚyou didn't feel much of anything anymore.Â
Although there was a warmth consuming you, your assumption was that it was just the blood escaping from your body and pooling, but the deeper you progressed into the darkness, the more you began to believe that wasn't entirely true.Â
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Suddenly, your eyes snapped open and you were staring up at a high, dark ceiling, and not the previous trees you had just been surrounded by. Your hands flew to your chest in search of the wound, then down to your stomach, but there was nothing. All that remained was the blood stains and the agonizing memory of your death.Â
âThirteen stab woundsâŚa bit of an overkill.âÂ
An unknown voice came from somewhere within the room, frightening you in a way that made you quickly sit up and snap your head around in search of the source.Â
âOh, ritual sacrifice? That's fun. Haven't seen that in a few decades. Gotta say, though, the thirteen is really bugging me. It's so cliche.âÂ
You could sense someone circling you just within the shadows of the room, making sure to stay deep enough to not be revealed quite yet.Â
âWhoâŚwhere am I?â The trembling of your voice was thick with fear, and even now a fresh set of tears began to well within your eyes. âAm I dead?âÂ
âYou're a smart one, huh? It usually takes people way too long to figure that out.âÂ
Slowly, a figure emerged from the shadows directly in front of you, though the man now standing there kept his distance. He appeared to be roughly the same age as you, wearing all black with his hands clasped behind him. His face was void of emotion despite the amusement you swore you could hear in his previous statements, but there was a gleam in his dark eyes that you couldn't quite place.Â
As much as you didn't want to admit it, he was rather beautiful.Â
With a faint nod, you sniffed and finally pulled your gaze from his just so you could take a glance around the room. What you initially thought was a large empty space, was actually an oversized living area of sorts. You could just slightly make out the outline of furniture and art pieces, a new item making itself known with every shift of your eyes. When you looked back to the man, he was closer, his tall form crouching in front of you with a bend of his knees.Â
âYou seem sad,â he pointed out, his brow furrowing while examining you with only his eyes.Â
âWellâŚI'm dead apparently, soâŚâÂ
âNo,â he sternly responded almost before you could finish saying the words. âThis is different.âÂ
Long fingers reached out, and at first you flinched away, until he sent an intense stare into your eyes that made you turn your head back to its natural position. A finger pressed beneath your chin to tilt your head up, the man fixating on every possible inch of your face. Then, without a word, he produced a devilish smile.Â
âVery interesting.âÂ
With him taking a firm grasp of your chin, you sharply inhaled and dropped your knees to the side so you could lean in closer to him. He was standing up now, but bent at the waist so he towered above you, your eyes remaining level. âI think I'm going to keep youâŚat least for a bit.âÂ
âA bit?â You repeated, your curiosities bringing forth another smile from him.Â
âJust a few centuries or so.â
The manâs hold of your face began to soften until his fingertips were just ever so lightly cradling your jaw. He could sense your confusion and hesitancy towards his words, thus leading to his new approach.Â
âLet's get you cleaned up.â
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Moments later you were standing within a lavish bathroom after having walked with awe throughâŚwherever you were. You weren't sure if it was a home, a conjured image, or what, but you were in too much shock still to question it. What you did notice during your walk, was that everything was very gothic. The architecture, the decor, the artwork that hung on the walls - all of it giving off a certain vibe of its own.Â
What really tied it all together was the deep color scheme that made you feel as if you fit right in; with the dried blood on your clothes and what not.Â
A large claw foot tub sat in the middle of the bathroom with steaming water running from the faucet. He looked at you, then motioned to the tub, making a clear request for you to get in. When you didn't, he arched his brow with a silent question.Â
âYou're still in hereâŚâ you explained, like that wasn't already obvious enough.Â
When the realization of what you meant dawned on him, he produced a chuckle, slowly nodding. âNothing I haven't seen before, I can guarantee.âÂ
âSince you've never seen me naked before, it actually is.âÂ
He heavily sighed, but then begrudgingly turned so his back was facing out, his front angled towards the corner.Â
âIs this better?âÂ
You didn't respond. Instead, you stood still for another long moment before finally beginning to strip out of your soiled death clothes. Chills formed over your skin as the cool air encompassed you, this helping guide you faster to the awaiting bathtub so you could seek out the warmth again.Â
Only when he heard the water settle, did he turn back around, slow steps approaching the tub. You glanced up to him, arms folded over your chest, legs crossed and pressed together to keep yourself hidden beneath the water. He didn't attempt to look, though, for his sights remained locked on your face. The way he was looking at you was rather odd, but there were many other questions that you wanted answered before the one that had to do with that.Â
âSoâŚdo you have a name?âÂ
âMany,â he responded without hesitation. How was he always so quick?Â
âOkay, well, what do you want me to call you out of these many names?âÂ
Taking in a deep breath, he slowly exhaled, using this brief moment to ponder your question. âYou can call me Noah.âÂ
You snorted out a laugh only because the name given was far more normal than you were expecting. âNoah?â You repeated as yet another question for him.Â
âIt means âto rest',â he explained without even a hint of a smile. Something was telling you that he didn't find this taunt of yours to be entertaining in the least bit.Â
âOkay, Noah, can I now know where I am?âÂ
âDo you always ask so many questions?âÂ
Cue your deep, prolonged sigh.
âI was used as a sacrifice, stabbed in the woods, I died, then I woke up here. Did I freak out even once? No. I think I'm deserving of some answers.âÂ
Noah didn't dare try to hide the smirk conjured by your feisty demeanor. To be honest, he was impressed, at the very least. He gave a single nod as he crossed the bathroom to retrieve a solid black washcloth from a neatly folded pile of items. Joining you again, he dropped the washcloth into the water, then sat on the edge of the tub down near your feet.Â
âThe afterlife, Hell, the underworld - whatever you want to call it, that's where this is, though it's really a realm of its own. An entirely different plane from Earth. That's the easiest way to explain it.âÂ
You had started cleaning your skin with the cloth and soap provided, soon turning the clear water red with your washed away blood. As he spoke, your eyes focused on his face, more specifically the way his jaw moved with every word. It was then that you noticed flashes of color popping up from over the black turtleneck he wore, permanent etchings that accompanied those you had glimpsed on his hands.Â
Huh, you never thought of someone like him as being the tattoo type. You know, a being beyond most human comprehension.Â
âSoâŚwhat? You're the Devil?âÂ
This caused him to laugh, a deep chuckle erupting from his chest which told you that it was a genuine response.Â
âSure, if that's who you need to think of me as. Though I prefer to see myself as being more complex than a red man with a pitchfork and horns surrounded by flamesâŚand much more handsome.âÂ
Your eyes traveled from his neck and back to his face before settling on the sharp angle of his nose, then his lips. Of course the man who was basically the Devil would be handsomeâŚyou should've known that to be true already. The wash cloth still rubbing along your skin slowed at your chest, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you admired him.Â
Why weren't you scared? Any logical person would've been, but you were more concerned with viewing more of that enticing tattoo that was teasing you. What was it? How far down did it go? Did he have more? Although the water was hot that you were submerged in, you somehow felt a chill radiate down your spine. When you finally looked back up, Noah was watching you, that previous gleam returning to his eyes.Â
âYou didn't hear a word I said, did you?â He scolded, before then lifting himself from the edge of the bathtub again.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, though nothing sounded like it would be the right answer. Instead of replying, you just closed your mouth and held his gaze.Â
âWhat if I had revealed a secret of the universe to you? All while you were too busy thinking of me naked?âÂ
âWhat? I wasn't thinking about that!â You scoffed in defense.Â
Noah had shrugged off his jacket as you struggled to find your voice, the long sleeve shirt he wore also being tossed aside next until he was fully bare from the hips up. He didn't linger in front of you for too long; his steps around to the back of the tub only allowing you a quick moment to study the tattoos that were inked across the entirety of his torso and arms.Â
âDo you know how I know you were thinking that? Aside from the blush that's risen to your cheeks?âÂ
You sharply inhaled as you felt his hands on your shoulders, your heartbeat immediately picking up in pace. Again - any logical person would be terrified.Â
âBecause you told me you wereâŚlast time.âÂ
The tattooed hands on your shoulders tightened their grip, his thumbs rubbing soothing yet firm circles into the base of your neck. You knew he was trying to keep you relaxed as he revealed something that sounded kind of important, but your eyes were closed and you were already lost in the sensations.Â
âLast time?â You murmured softly as the task of processing his words took longer than they typically would.Â
Noahâs breath fanned across the side of your neck and his hands began a slow journey down to your chest, pausing just before getting to the hardened peaks that were now your nipples. You could feel him smirk against your skin, then he was palming your breasts, pulling forth the faintest of moans from under your breath.Â
âWould you believe me if I told you that this is the ninth time we've encountered each other? Thousands and thousands of years, and your face is the only one I've seen more than once.âÂ
He released the hold he had on your chest, now brushing your hair away from your neck so he could plant need-filled kisses along the elegant arch. The loss of contact caused you to pout, your eyes opening to see that a mirror had appeared on the wall opposite of the tub. It gave you a clear view of him behind you, and the fire burning within his eyes that was becoming more and more familiar.Â
âDon't worry, you'll remember. It never takes too long.âÂ
The words you wanted to say still refused to be voiced, all because Noah was distracting you with his mouth and hands. The latter snaked around to the front of your throat, his fingers securing until he was able to force your head to angle up towards him. His mouth then claimed yours in a heated kiss that clouded all of your senses, refusing to let you touch, taste, or feel anything that wasn't him.
Your upper body twisted to the best of its abilities until you could tangle your fingers into his hair. The kiss was deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips first to begin the fight for dominance over your mouth. There was something familiar about all of this, almost like you knew exactly what to do to receive certain reactions from him. You knew that pulling his hair would make him hiss and rut against you - had you been in the correct position - and something as simple as biting his lip would have him turning you over and pulling you back against him in a matter of seconds. Â
But how did you know that? That was the question now plaguing your mind.Â
It didn't linger for long, though. It was impossible to let it when Noahâs hand mimicked your own, a handful of your hair now in his grasp so he could force your head back. You whimpered at the painful sensation that vibrated straight down to your core. His opposite hand again began a downwards trek, dropping into the water so he could force your thighs apart.Â
âLook at me,â he demanded, his breathing just as labored as your own because of all the built up frustrations you both shared. âFuck, I've missed those eyes.â
Your knees pressed into either side of the bathtub walls to allow him all the space he would need between your thighs. Skilled fingers traced slowly along the smooth folds that were almost begging for him to give you more. Your breath hitched in your throat and the need you felt for him showed dark within your eyes that he was still locked in on. Dipping in just a bit, his fingertips met with your own natural wetness - which he could easily feel despite being surrounded by water.Â
âMaybe your mind doesn't yet remember, but your body does.â Noah smirked, then plunged the entire length of his middle finger into your cunt, just to prove how wet you already were for him.Â
Your body tensed and your hips shot forward, rocking up against his hand with a desperate need. He wasted no time with finding that very specific spot inside of you, immediately placing a firm pressure against it to accompany his stroking motion. Your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted once your jaw fell slack in response to how one mere finger could make you feel.Â
âNoahâŚâ you whimpered as your slick walls tightened around him, drawing him in deeper.Â
âThat's itâŚyou can do it.â He again pulled your hair to bare your neck to him, his teeth sinking into your sensitive flesh before soothing the area with a kiss. A second finger soon joined the first inside of you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were a goner.Â
There was just something about being fingered in a bathtub stained with your own blood that really did it for you.Â
Your breathing began to increase, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace that seemed to match the same one Noah kept inside of you. He was still stroking that special spot with a maddening pressure, the ball of his hand rubbing against your sensitive clit, and the mixture of the two sensations had you teetering right on the edge.Â
âJust give me one and then I'll allow you what I know you truly want.â His words were whispered at your ear as he pushed his long fingers deeper into your cunt, working you over in ways that only he knew how to.Â
You knew what he meant, though, and oh, how badly did you want what he had in store for you next. You could only imagine how hard he was right then, his cock straining against the black pants he wore, begging for some sort of relief. Noah was patient, though. Much more patient than you were. After all, he spent over two hundred years waiting for you to appear again. He could wait another few minutes.Â
Noah again slipped his left hand down to your chest where he began to pinch and pull at your nipples, the added stimulation being exactly what you needed. With his fingers making that damned 'come hitherâ motion inside of you, your thighs suddenly clamped down around his hand from the intensity of the orgasm that rushed through your body.Â
âOhâŚNoah! Right there, yes!â You cried out as your pussy fluttered wildly around his fingers, that of which he had yet to cease the motions of. No, he was going to draw it out for as long as he could, really let you ride the high of your first time together again.Â
His head turned to press his lips to the nape of your neck, the breaths he let out almost as heavy as your own. âYou're so beautiful when you cum for me,â he exclaimed. âI could watch it again and again, which I plan to do.âÂ
The come down from your orgasm had left your head spinning and foggy. You barely even noticed when you were no longer encased in the water of the bathtub, your body now being tossed upon the most comfortable bed you had ever felt. Opening your eyes, you gazed up at Noah through your post-orgasm haze, admiring him with no shame as he began to unfasten his belt.Â
âIt's all starting to come back to you, isn't it?âÂ
The clanking metal sound of his belt sent chills through you, and you had the faintest memory of him using that belt of his for other things that made you scream in pleasure. Noah smirked, well aware of what you were thinking of, but he slowly shook his head. âNext time,â he promised.Â
He then leaned forward and grabbed you beneath your knees, forcing your body a little closer before managing to turn you over onto your stomach in a swift motion. You were still very much drunk on all that he was, all that this was, so you allowed him to maneuver you however he pleased.Â
Strong hands slowly ran up the sides of your thighs and then gripped tight to your hips. He pulled them up and back, your ass now angled upwards as your upper body remained down on the bed. You smiled, your fingers grasping onto the soft sheets that he had laid you upon.Â
âFuckâŚâ you heard him hiss, the sight of you on display for him causing his cock to twitch. His hands were then on you again, this time massaging into the flesh of your ass cheeks, fingertips occasionally grazing against the wetness between your thighs. You knew he was doing it on purpose just to tease you.Â
You huffed in frustration, your body rocking back just a bit as a silent demand for him to give you what you wanted. He chuckled lowly to himself, his hands retreating from your overeager body.Â
There was a quick moment where you tried to lift your head to see back at him, but he immediately tutted in disapproval. âStay down,â he demanded in a tone that was both soft and firm.Â
You whined in protest as you dropped your head back down to the bed. Each passing second had you growing more and more impatient, like you were going to literally explode if Noah didn't give into your desires. You wanted him inside of you. You needed to feel the burning stretch as he claimed your body.Â
The bed then dipped with his added weight and you finally felt the warmth of his cock gliding between your folds. You heard him take a sharp breath as one hand held your hip, the other guiding himself around all of your sensitive areas. A shudder moved through you when the head grazed along your clit, the sensation immediately causing your eyes to close and your fingers to tighten on the sheets in preparation.Â
âYou feel like Heaven,â he murmured, the tip of his cock now pressing against your entrance. âSo much better than I could ever remember.âÂ
Finally, he was easing himself inside of you, pushing through your tight walls until his hips pressed flush against your ass. His fingers flexed along your hips and you knew he was trying to control himself - a task that was much easier said than done. The feeling of being so full already had your toes curling and your breath exiting in pants. It was an addictive pleasure, the way your body reacted to him. How your cunt stretched to its limits around his thick cock, a slight pain mixing with your ecstasy, though that only made it so much better.Â
Noahâs hips pulled back until only the tip remained nestled inside, just to force every inch back within your depths with a quick thrust forward. He groaned your name, his noises mixing with your own coming from beneath him. He repeated this a couple of times as if he was trying to commit every inch of your cunt to his memory, and the way it felt to have you wrapped so tight around him again.Â
Tattooed fingers pushed and pulled your body along his length, his pace quickening. He would thrust forward a bit harder each time he made it as deep as possible, just to give you that extra little punctuation that he knew had you seeing stars.Â
âFuckfuckfuck!â Your moans echoed through the room, joining the likes of your bodies colliding and his satisfied groans. âOh my god, Noah. Don't stopâŚI'm getting so close.âÂ
There was a sudden shift in his thrusts, each one becoming a bit more rough than the last. His hand traveled down the expanse of your back until he could find your hair within his grasp. Noah forced your head back and then your upper body as well, the rhythmic motions of his hips pausing with him deep inside of you. You smirked despite his now serious demeanor, because you could feel his cock twitch and throb inside of you. If only you could touch your clit, you would've came just from that alone. Something told you that Noah wouldn't allow it, though. Not unless he said for you to.Â
âBelieve me, God isn't here.â He sternly explained through his heavy breaths before he was pushing your body back down to the bed. His fingers locked around your wrists and trapped them against the mattress, leaving you helpless to his maddening desires. âHe has no part in all the sinful things I want to do to you.âÂ
The pressure of his body weighing down on your own, mixed with the increasingly rough motion of his hips, had your moans erupting one after the other in quick succession. You didn't know how much longer you could keep your orgasm at bay, that task always proving to be difficult when Noah fell victim to his dominant side. It was clear that you had zero qualms with this based off your bodyâs reaction.Â
âPleaseâŚâ you whimpered, the beg reminiscent of your last moments as a living being. It was so funny to you how things aligned like that.Â
Noah lowered himself more until his chest was touching your back, his hips slowing as well. Each thrust remained hard, though he took his time stroking your inner most walls. He wanted you to be able to feel every pulse of his cock, just so you knew the things only you did to him.Â
âWhat was that?â He kissed along the side of your face until his lips were at your ear, this being where he murmured the taunt. âWas there something that you wanted? Go on, tell me.âÂ
You nodded, your lips folding in as you attempted an act of composure - one you both saw through. There was no such thing when it came to NoahÂ
âI need to cum, Noah, please!â You impatiently exclaimed while trying to press back into him with every thrust forward he made. The strength behind his hips nearly prevented you from doing so, but you both also knew that deep down he couldn't deny you a single thing you wanted.Â
Noah smirked, his broad shoulders lifting away until he was sitting up on his knees behind you again. He was squeezing your hips so tight that you assumed bruises would be there tomorrow - can the undead bruise? That was one thing you didn't remember, but the answer would surely come soon enough.Â
A lithe inked hand snaked around until his fingertips were on your swollen clit. Your body jolted from the sudden electrifying sensation that caused you to tense. No sounds came from you now, since the intensity had your breath catching and halting in your chest. Those skilled fingers of his rubbed your clit in perfect time with his thrusts, driving you right to the edge. Occasionally he would pinch at the overly sensitive nerves, only just hard enough to make your thighs tremble and eyes roll back.Â
âThen cum.â
Those two words were uttered as a demand; he allowed you exactly what you wanted while making sure you remembered who was in control. How could you ever forget?Â
Waves of pleasure began to crash within every inch of your tense body. Your cunt collapsed around his cock and soon you were erupting, each nerve in your being firing off all at once. It was the most amazing thing you had ever felt, being able to cum around him as he also gave into his own climax.Â
Noah's hips jerked out of rhythm before stilling inside of you, thick ropes of his cum coating the aching walls of your pussy which he had just thoroughly claimed. Not that there was ever any question of its ownership. All of the moans and other sounds of strained delight that left him was your favorite song - nothing but music to your ears that you were eager to press 'playâ on again and again.Â
As he came down from his high, the dominant side slowly began to drift away, though only for the time being. It could easily be back with a snap of your fingers. His body enclosed around yours again since he knew you enjoyed the weight of him, greedy lips pressing light kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck.Â
âSay it.â
You smiled through the heavy breaths that remained, which were accompanied by slight twitches in your hips from the after effects of your Earth shattering orgasm.Â
âSay what?â The tone you used gave away that you knew exactly what he wanted from you.Â
âDon't make me beg.âÂ
âHmmâŚâ you softly hummed in feign thought, briefly getting lost in the way his fingertips grazed your sides. âDid I say it last time?âÂ
The answer was something you were already aware of: you did. You just couldn't pass up the chance to tease and mock him.Â
âYou say it every time.â
Shifting beneath him, your upper body turned enough so that you were able to look up into his dark eyes. There were still a lot of things that you couldn't yet recall, but old memories were making themselves known with each second that passed. Soon, you would know everything, just as he did.Â
âI love you,â you murmured in a near whisper. That same gleam you had witnessed in his eyes several times that day returned, making you begin to believe that he hadn't possessed it for the entire duration you were separated from him this time.Â
âMaybe the ninth death will be the charm.âÂ
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Give 'em Pumpkin to Talk About
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader (ft. Jon and Conner Kent) Summary: Ma Kent sent Clark home with way too much pumpkin to carve... Warnings: No warning, just fluff and family bonding :) Word Count: 1459 Credits: @strangergraphics thank you for the dividers! A/N: This is actually my first official fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. There will likely be mistakes but I will revise all of the fics I'll be publishing this month at a later date.
âClark, these pumpkins are ridiculously massive,â you remark dryly, staring at the three large pumpkins taking up the entirety of your dining table.
Clark lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, âMa insisted that I take them with me for the kidsâŚâ
âDid you fly them here? Never mind, donât answer that, I already know the answerâŚ,â obviously he's Superman so this wouldâve been easy for him, but it's difficult to wrap your mind around how strong your husband is at times.
He clears his throat, sensing that you don't seem too upset, âDo you think the boys will like them?â
You're still a little disturbed to see your kitchen overtaken by pumpkins but you canât help but let out a small laugh, finally setting down your purse on a chair by the kitchen island, âNo doubt Jon will love them, that's for sure. Not sure about Conner..."
"I didn't know your parents grew pumpkins... Are these naturally grown?â you ask, approaching the table to touch one of the toddler sized pumpkins curiously.
Clark is amused by the question and nods, walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, âThey don't, a friend gave them to them but they are in fact naturally grown."
He stays quiet for a second before continuing, "You know these pumpkins are actually fairly small compared to our record holders.â
You try to hide your shock as you look back at him with a small smile, "I'm not sure if I should be horrified or impressed, Smallville."
He chuckles, kissing the top of your head before letting go of you, âI'll have to show you the contest one of these days."
He begins to grab his coat and car keys as he glances at the time, "Iâm going to pick up the boys, Conner's going to be landing soon and Jon probably wants to greet him at the airport."
You nod, kissing him quickly, careful not to hit his glasses, "Alright, I'll get started with dinner in the meantime. Be quick!"
About 40 minutes later, you recognize the familiar sound of a small child running down the hall and you set down your knife to wipe your hands. You then hear the usual sound of Clark fumbling with his keys and you hold back an amused smile, walking towards the door. Before he even gets the chance to find his house key, you unlock the door and open it.
Clark jumps slightly, feigning shock to maintain his persona, and lets out a slight laugh, âOh! H-hi, Darling.â
"Hi, Love," you greet him again, glancing at the two boys with him, "You should consider carrying less keys when you go out."
You give the two young boys a smile as your son runs up to you, hugging your waist, "And hello, boys. How was school?"
Conner gives a wave, removing his sunglasses, and drops his backpack by the door, âAlright. I got out early, so not too eventful.â
Clark walks past you and Jon, carrying Conner's suitcase to the guest room. You give Conner an apologetic smile, running your hand through Jon's dark hair, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Conner. We figured buying you a flight would be less suspicious than having you show up here using your abilities-"
Conner smiles, shrugging, "It's fine. I get it, I'm just glad I can be here for the weekend."
You turn your attention back to the nine year old next to you, "How were your classes, Jon?"
The boy brightens up, âWe had a quiz today and I got 100 on it! And Ms. Sally also let us pair up for science class!â
Jon keeps talking for a while longer and Clark ruffles his hair when he finishes, "That's great, kid. Conner, I set up your bed and put your bags in there."
"Alright, if you boys are ready, I almost finished dinner and then Clark has a surprise for you two."
Once you all finish eating dinner (on the kitchen island because of your pumpkin problem), Clark finally shows the boys the pumpkins and the carving has begun.
"How many pumpkin pies do you think we could make with each one of these?" you ask jokingly as you scoop out the filling of Jon's pumpkin, glancing at Clark and Conner, who are basically done hollowing out their pumpkins.
Conner glances up from his work, Jon practically hanging off of him as he works on his Jack-o'-lantern, as he responds with a small smirk, "Too much."
"There's no such thing as too much!" Jon exclaims, stepping away from Conner, letting the teen breathe, "When can I start cutting?"
You smile slightly, "Soon, I still need to hollow out your pumpkin."
The nine year old nods, surprisingly patient. Clark notices your struggling to keep up with his and Conner's super speed and he carefully takes your hand, "I'll finish that up. You start tracing the face for our Jack-o'-lantern."
You hesitate slightly, not wanting him to work for you, "No, it's al-"
Your husband cuts you off with his sweet smile, "I insist. Anyways, I trust your artistic skills over mine any day."
With that, you resign and begin tracing a fun design on your shared pumpkin, "Boys, do you think I should make a cat or a witch?"
The two kids look up from their tasks, sharing a glance. Conner speaks up, looking back down at the sketch he's helping Jon with, "Why not both?"
You thought about it for a second before nodding, "That's probably a good idea actually. There's a lot of blank space to use."
The next few minutes are filled with small talk as everyone starts focusing on transferring their sketches onto the large pumpkins. Clark helps Jon to the best of his ability, struggling a little to recreate the design Conner helped Jon with. Luckily for the Superman, his son didn't seem upset at all with his mediocre art skills.
The peaceful atmosphere, however, has given you the urge to mess with your poor husband, seeing he is likely too focused on his artwork to notice your scheming.
You glance at the large bowl of pulp and seeds sitting on the counter next to you and you grab a handful, motioning to the boys to be quiet. Conner's eyes widen slightly, catching on to your intentions and he pauses his sketching for a few seconds. Jon, on the other hand, is less discreet, giggling at the prospect of his father getting pranked.
Unfortunately, this giggling caught Clark's attention, "What's wr-"
You drop the pulp on his head, causing him to flinch for a few seconds as he processes what just happened. A few seconds later, he begins to laugh and turns to face you, "Alright, you asked for it!"
This marked the beginning of a food fight in your pristine kitchen, as Clark throws pulp back at you. You let out a small yelp, feeling the cold and slimy filling hit your skin. Conner grins and teams up with Jon, throwing their own handfuls of pumpkin pulp at Clark and you.Â
You feign a gasp of offense as the boys betray you, "How could you? After I offered you both cookies!"
Your cries of playful outrage fall on deaf ears, "Sorry, mom. This is war!"
The food fight ended surprisingly soon as you all ran out of ammo, the seeds and pulp covering nearly every inch of the dining room. Each one of you is also covered in an absurd amount of pumpkin.
"White flags?" everyone nods, still laughing.
"I'll quickly clean this up, you three start carving so we can put these outside tonight."Â
You glance at Clark, a little surprised, "You sure?"
"I've got it, It'll be faster like that anyways," he says, leaning down to kiss you smiling. You happily kiss him back and allow to pull away to clean.
It takes him barely ten minutes to clean but by that time, Conner has finished his detailed pumpkin and you are about halfway done guiding Jon through his pumpkin carving journey.Â
"Thank you so much, Love," you say, smiling as he begins carving your design.
"It's really no big deal," Clark responds.
By the time you are all finished, you have three drastically different pumpkins: Conner's being a detailed design of his favorite horror villain, you had decided to go with a more simple design of a witch with her cat, and Jon had a cute (though a little sloppy) design of Superman and Superboy on his pumpkin.
âAre they going to fit on the balcony you think?â you ask, both staring at the carved pumpkins.
âWeâll make it work,â Clark responds, kissing your cheek as the boys take pictures with their pumpkins.
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Whispers and Melodies (Pt. 2)
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: She has heard a deep melodic voice speaking to her from a faraway place for decades. Anything from snippets of a longer conversation to roars that shook the very earth she walked on.
Rating: T (For now)
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A/N: This story is shaping up to be over 10 chapters so I am trying to queue up some chapters to post with some kind of regularity lol. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have created a tag list so comment below if you would like to be tagged in upcoming parts!
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Past (Sometime before Amaranths's Rule UTM)
Rhysand sat at his office in Velaris pouring over mountains of paperwork that he had allowed to pile up right before starfall. Heâd spent the better part of 3 days working through the aftermath of the holiday, and he sat now at his desk, he wished he had some type of escape or distraction from the mountain of work that always seemed to follow him.Â
A melodic breeze seemed to enter from the window as the trees and winds intermingled before filtering their way through the large windows. The breeze carried notes that came in quick succession and seemed to echo off of each other. The soft feminine voice almost caressed Rhysand's cheek and winded itself around him in a blanket of warmth. He hadn't realized how cold he was until that very moment. His back and arms slowly untensed themselves as he relaxed further into his chaise and as soon as Rhysand felt like he could finally go to sleep, the voice seemed to fade back out the window and only left Rhysand craving more.Â
Page break and POV switch (Same time period)
Y/N sat out enjoying the weather amid the hot summer. She had laid out various fruits, bread, and spreads to snack on while she read and hummed away her evening basking in the sun. The wind carried a gentle breeze and various little creatures scurried their way across the grove. All at once, it seemed like the ambient noise around her had become muffled. As if someone had placed a pillow over her ears. Slowly, a voice from the outside seemed to filter through whatever was muffling her hearing. It was laughter. Booming laughter made some deep unknown emotion bubble up inside her. Something that made her heart ache most deliciously. A small smile crept upon her face as she looked out into the distance the first to find where the sound had been emitting from. Nothing but trees and willowing branches blew in the wind, not a soul in sight. The laughter slowly fizzled out as if the sound was creeping back into the forest from whence it came. The retreat left her feeling cold as if a winter breeze had made its way to her from the winter court.Â
Rhysand slowly pulled open the door to the room he had been occupying and stepped outside the threshold of the door. As the hinges creaked, the womanâs chopping ceased as she placed her knife on the cutting board before wiping her hands on her apron and turning around. Rhysand strengthened his stance even as the muscles of his thighs burned with the strain.Â
âWho are you and how did I get here.â Rhysandâs voice came out firmer than he had thought himself capable of. The woman narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head to the side. Â
âI found you passed out on the beach. You are quite lucky the tides did not pull you into the depths before.âÂ
Her lips quirked up at the idea as if she was thinking about that very outcome. Rhysand squared his shoulders and steeled himself further. He couldn't be sure that this woman did not have evil intentions. If there was anything he had learned in his 500 years of life, it was that he should never underestimate an opponent just because they were a female.Â
âWhy would you help me then? Is there something you want in return?âÂ
Rhysand was grateful enough for the help that she had provided that he was willing to give her something in return. The female rested all of her weight on one leg as she turned her eyes up to the roof and began to contemplate what she would want. She was likely going to ask for a pile of gold or a new cottage of some sort. She looked like she had run through a million possible answers to his question when all at once her eyes widened and her posture stiffened as she blurted out;Â
âWaterdrake scales! Could you get me water Waterdrake scales? A lot of them?âÂ
POV Switch To Y/N
Why did his voice sound so familiar? She swore sheâd heard it before but couldn't
Y/nâs hand tightened on the side of the counter that she had been gripping with all of the motherâs strength. What ingredient could possibly stabilize the potion she was working on? She had tried every single combination of Honey possible but it always reduced the potency by some amount. She needed it to be as potent as possible in order to ensure its effectiveness. Firedrake scales were known to increase the shelf life of a potion, but that wasnât exactly what she needed. She needed something to make sure that the reaction between the crawfish shell and fennel root did not take place and that their effects were enacted on the patient independently of their effects on one another. Could dragon bone work? No, that would just react with the fennel root and make the whole mixture useless. But waterdrake scales? Yes, those could work; it would keep the potion cool enough to prevent reaction while also having a cooling effect on the body when administered which would help with the fevers that often accompany blood loss. Yes, this was perfect! Before she could get any sort of reign on her excitement.Â
Y/n blurted out, âWater drake scales! Could you get me waterdrake scales? A lot of them?â
POV Switch to RhysandÂ
This female had gone insane. Water Drake scales were the rarest type of scales. Asking for them was equivalent to asking for something more valuable than the cauldron itself. Never mind that he was sure Velaris did indeed have Warwe drake scales, what could this female possibly need water Drake scales for? Rhysand lets his lips quirk up on one side as he takes in the female.Â
âWhat would a spritely female like you need with water drake scales and how are you so sure that I could be the one to provide them for you?â Rhysnad crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down.Â
Y/n rolled her eyes while she looked him up and down. âYou carry yourself in a manner that befits whatever rank you possess.â She takes a deep breath before continuing,âI have seen a great many males like you, they traipse around as if they own the land they walk on, they trample over the plants and never leave a place the same as when they found it. Your kind is the reason our world will never have any semblance of peace for more than the time it takes to heave a breath.âÂ
âOh? You have come to this conclusion after knowing me for all of 10 minutes have you?âÂ
âNot quite I think. You seem to be lessâŚ? Just less I suppose. I canât exactly put my finger on it but you do not suck the air out of a room the way your brethren tend to. Iâve come to conclusions about your brethren, not necessarily you, it seems.âÂ
Although Rhysand still did not look pleased, he had already decided to acquiesce to her demands as soon as she had spoken it. He was grateful, after all, for her help in his recovery. But, he was not going to fetch the scales by himself. If she wanted to get her hands on those scales she would have to contribute to the journey.Â
âAlright, if you want the scales you shall have them. However, I am not going on this journey for the impossible by myself. I know where to find them so we can get started whenever you are ready.Â
She smiles slightly before speaking. âI think that our journey might have to be held off a couple of days at least.â
Rhysand took the bait. âWhat, not up for the challenge?â
âNo, Iâm up for the challenge. You, however, are not.â The smirk on her face was undeniable and Rhysand felt a laugh make its way up his throat. The female was right he was not up to any kind of journey where he would be forced to sleep on the cold hard earth and eat whatever gruel he could salvage. All at once he felt the exhaustion flood him as his body realized he would not be traveling anytime soon.Â
She seemed to notice this and anticipated Rhysandâs legs giving out under him before he realized he was getting closer and closer to the polished wood of the floor. She skillfully wrapped her arms around his torso and slowly lowered him to the ground.Â
âWe need to get you to bed. I already made breakfast so Iâll bring some to you as soon as youâre tucked in.Â
Rhysand chuckled, âIâm not a child, gods, youâre more demanding than my brothers.â She cocked her hips to the side before placing her hands on her hips as she stared him down. Rhysands smile never left his face as he raised his palms in defeat and raised himself to his knees before turning on his heel and entering the room he had previously come out of. As the door clicked shut behind him, Rhysand stood in the middle of the cozy room. He hadnât smiled in 50 years. The muscles felt strangely tight from lack of use. He knew he had to get back to Velaris as soon as possible; his family was probably wondering where he was. But, despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to winnow home. It was quite peaceful in this little cottage by the sea. Rhysand eventually sat on the bed and leaned back on his arms as he stared out of the large window across from the bed. It seems Amaranths's reign managed to evade this section of the fae kingdoms.Â
Y/N rapped on the door 3 times before opening the door and walking inside. Rhysand smelt a fragrant aroma of ripened fruits and something else warm and minty. She walked up to the small wooden table next to the bed and placed a tray on it.Â
âIâve made you a fruit salad, bread and herbs, and tea. I would make you something more hearty but, considering how malnourished you were upon your arrival, I feel itâs best to start you off on some simpler foods.â Rhysand looked up at her, âThank you for the meal.â She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. âCould I check your temperature?â She raised her hand up towards his forehead but kept her hand from actually touching him. He took the time to look up at her from where he sat on the bed. He nodded his head and waited as she brought the back of her hand to his forehead and placed her hand on her forehead as well.Â
âYouâre temperature is slightly above what is normal..â The frown on her face deepened as the gears in her mind began formulating some combination of herbs and elixirs to lower the fever. Rhysand kept his gaze on her as she started counting on one hand and mumbling soft indescribable words. Her eyes flicked down to his and she said,â Iâll have to give you some ginger and chamomile to help lower your fever. â Her touch felt cool on his warm forehead when he swore he felt his temperature lower a fraction. She then slowly brought her hands down to his neck before looking at him to ask for permission once more. Again, he slowly nodded his head and she pressed one of her delicate fingers against his skin. She removed her finger quickly and kept her gaze on that section of her neck. âIt appears as if you are also dehydrated.âÂ
Her voice trailed off as she continued moving his head slightly. Curiosity overwhelmed him so Rhysand asked, â You could have done all these tests while I was asleep, could you not?â. She smiled slightly at him as she removed her hands from his cheek and neck and placed them back in her lap. âI donât think you would have wanted that.â Her gaze settled on him in a way that made shivers run up his already sore spine. Rhysand answered with his own poor excuse of a smirk.
âEat up, I will start preparing the provisions for our journey and bring you some more waterâ. She turned to the door and softly clicked it shut behind her.Â
Y/N did not expect that being so close to the man would have made her heart beat so fast. The hair on her arms stood up as she attempted to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She needed to get started on the preparation as well as figure out the dilemma of how she was going to replicate the properties of water drake scales without having to put them in every single batch of her remedy. Â
Rhysand relaxed back into the bed cradling him and felt the tension in his muscles trickle out and gather underneath him in a pool of warmth. They wouldn't be going on a journey, he was sure Majda had some water drake scales stocked up and he planned to winnow them into Velaris as soon as he was better. But she didn't need to know that yet. He quite liked the tranquility of the little cottage on the sea and intended to stay here as long as she would permit him to. Funnily enough, he didn't care to go back home.
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A/N: this had too many POV switches for my taste so I won't be doing that again lol I know it's been a while since I posted but I am trying to get back into the groove of things haha
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my fiance walked into the kitchen last night to me in a rolling stones tee shirt and sweatpants, glass of wine in hand, bopping around to linkin park while cooking for easter. and it gave me a cute lil idea! enjoy!
It's a strange thing, holidays with a large family.
Eddie and Wayne don't really do Easter, it having been just the two of them for so many years. Sure, Eddie had woken up to baskets with plastic grass of various pastel colors when he was a kid, when Wayne was determined to give Eddie as normal of an upbringing as possible, but they've never had to plan a meal. There've never been assignments, or coordination, or questions like Who's bringing the mashed potatoes? Either Wayne grabs them at the store, or they donât have them. Easy peasy.
This year is different. Easter 1987 brings friends, family, and a list that looks a lot like a menu on Steve Harrington's refrigerator. Eddie's name is scrawled in Steve's handwriting next to mashed potatoes, which explains why there's a huge pot of water on the stove and five pounds of potatoes glaring at him on Steve's counter.Â
It doesnât take much to convince Steve, whoâs lovesick beyond words unbeknownst to Eddie, to let him take over his larger, better-equipped kitchen for the occasion. A simple pout and the fluttering of his eyelashes as he makes his case: "Please, Stevie? Take pity on poor ol' Eddie with his lack of a stand mixer and counterspace?âÂ
So he finds himself at the counter, music blasting at what feels like a soothing billion and five decibels, cutting potatoes like the cookbook he finds in the clutter of the trailer illustrates and bopping around to Dioâs Holy Diver. He isnât much of a cook but thereâs something comforting about the monotonous repetition of peeling and cutting, and plopping them into the pot of water. Comforting enough, in fact, that he doesnât feel Steveâs eyes on him from the doorway, watching with a warm, fond smile.Â
Steve watches and lets his thoughts drift, just for a moment, to future holidays. Of Memorial Day picnics, and Fourth of July pool parties, of birthdays, and Thanksgivings, and Christmases, and in all of them, every version and every iteration his hysterical, lovesick brain can conjure in that doorway, he wants this. He wants Eddie with wild hair just barely holding onto the elastic tying it back, with sweatpants that show his level of comfort around Steve, that show he can relax and not put on all of the airs he typically does for his look. Shit, he even wants to hear fucking Dio playing in the kitchen from the goddamn garage if it signals Eddie being present.Â
Heâs not sure when he started moving, but his body pulls him into the kitchen like the magnet holding the menu to the refrigerator door.Â
âHey,â he says, striding up to stand next to Eddie at the counter. âNeed some help?âÂ
Eddie smiles and takes a sip of the beer Steve hasnât seen until now, another indicator of Eddie making himself right at home.Â
âThe King assisting the lowly cook here? In the Castle kitchen? Iâm honored.â Eddie fakes what Steve assumes is supposed to be a courtesy. He chuckles and hip bumps Eddie when he straightens back out.Â
âOh shut it and scoot over.â Steveâs voice betrays him, too syrupy and sweet to carry any annoyance, and Eddie notices. He turns just slightly, watching as Steve rummages through a drawer for a second knife.Â
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think you actually want to spend your morning making mashed potatoes with me, Steve.âÂ
Heâs caught. Steveâs caught, hook, line, and sinker, and something about the genuine curiosity and hope in Eddieâs voice makes that okay. He doesnât mind being caught when heâs in the safety of this domestic bubble with Eddie, because thatâs what it is. Itâs safe.Â
The first round of potatoes donât come out well. Their first kiss over the gloppy, gummy potatoes though? That goes perfectly.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#myblurbs#i'm gonna be late getting ready because i just needed to get this thought out lmao#easter
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Thereâs only one slot left.
Fruitâs panicking, because he knows he wonât make it. Technically, thereâs a chance, but he dooms himself before he can get his hopes up.
Still, he runs. The cold wind feels like a knife against his cheek. He nimbly slips through crushing walls, ducks a large swinging hammer, and makes his way to the finish line where he swears he can hear his friendsâ
One of those damn ventilation fans. How much does he loathe the mandatory wait.
Fruitâs forced to wait anxiously, time ticking. Death is approaching, surely this fan will be his downfall, surely heâs gonna die, surelyâ
âAww, Fruitberries.â
No way. A familiar voice behind him. Fruit canât afford to dwell on that, so when the fan pushes both of them up, Fruit doesnât think. He just bolts for the exit.
Because of fucking course itâs Iskall. Iskall, the one who sought him out on day one when Fruit had planned to greet Ren and the other hermits he knew from MCC. Iskall, who bribed him with ten gifted and promised to be bros. Iskall, who looked so lonely and distraught after his friends died in the doll game and Fruit had smiled at him to make him feel better.
Iskall and him. Fighting for the last place.
Theyâre on the same team too, arenât they? Sneeg chose them both and thank fuck for Sneeg. Fruit had wanted Iskall before all of that, but he couldnât really vocalise it to the group. Iskall had charmed him over (the hermits are always a charming bunch), he wanted to help him out, it looked like it wasnât going to work out, but it did, and now it looks like itâs not going to work out.
Fruit sees his friends across the finish line and he canât even bother to smile because heâs so damn tense. Theyâre screaming and yelling for him, cheering his name, arms outstretched. Theyâre calling for him to live. To live on like the rest of them. To step into the sun.
Half a second.
Thatâs the lead Fruit has over Iskall. He steps over, falls into the arms of someone, thereâs a raucous cheer, he feels like heâs stopped breathing even though the ominous bell tells him he lived.
He lived! Fruit lives!
But that can only mean one thing.
Fruit turns around. Iskall is frozen right before the finish line, a peculiar look in his eyesâ defeat, sadness, yet with a strange look of pride.
Iskall is the last surviving hermit. His buddies, the buddies that Fruit knows of, all got eliminated. Their wishes live on via Iskall. And now their wishes live on via Fruit.
âIâm sorry,â Fruit manages to get out. It was either him or Iskall. There was no beating around the bush. He lived, so Iskall died.
Iskall, his day one buddy. Iskall who sought him out in a baffling interaction. Iskall, whom Fruit was relieved to team with.
But Fruitâs got his own goal too. He wants to win with his buddies, heâs got his own wishes to carry on, and he wants to live.
This started out as a lighthearted comedy, and now itâs abruptly a tragedy. But despite everything, the ice cold Iskall manages to smile.
âGood luck, Fruit. You deserved this.â
Iskall turns grey and dissipates into the dark mist, leaving no trace behind. So close, yet so far. The divide between shadow and light. Orpheus and Eurydice. Iskall dies. Fruit lives. The competition goes on.
Fruit looks at the emptinessâ
and looks away.
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Gata Only
Felix Volturi x fem human reader
Summary: Felix chasing after his human mate as pyramid head. What happens when he finally reaches her? Warnings: Smut! Minors Skedaddle, Primal play, Foul Language, kind of an abrupt ending but I liked itđ¤ A/N: I came up with this idea so long ago and at first it was just going to be like a chasing scene and thats it but I didn't want it to end up like another WIP. Also this idea came to mind when I reblogged this Pyramid head post a while ago (it has been on mind my since). The music inspiration for this was "Gata Only" by Floyymenor ft Cris Mj (seems perfect since my name is also Mjđ¤) and "El Clavo (remix)" by Prince Royce and my man Maluma. Enjoyđ Word Count: 2975
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ScratchâŚ.
ClangâŚ.
ScratchâŚ
ClangâŚ.
SCRATCH!....
CLANG!
Is he getting closer!? The scraping of his long heavy great knife created a deep vibration that metaphorically created an electrical current to run through me. The corridor seems to go on for miles, thereâs no ending to it or hope that I will make it out in time before he reaches me.
Even though he is not using his speed to reach me, his long strides that echo in the hallways along with his weapon makes me more eager to keep running for my life. My lungs feel like they are going to collapse from the sheer amount of oxygen I am inhaling and exhaling through my nose as I move forward. How am I still able to have enough energy to keep moving? I want to cry out for help, for someone to save me from this but there's no one, not one breathing or non-breathing soul is around for miles.Â
I keep on breathing for my dear life, InâŚOutâŚInâŚOut. But I feel no matter how much I'm trying to compose my breathing to a steady beat my lungs are still trying to grasp for more oxygen. My legs feel like they will give out any minute now but refuse from the extensive vibration of the knife. The fear I am carrying is what is fueling me to keep going and not to look back, I do not want to see if heâs close or not.
But then the worst thing I could ever experience happened, silence. No more scraping or clanging noise, no more heavy footsteps and no more feeling the vibration of his knife run through my bones. Just pure silence followed. I could only hear my speeding heartbeat and my heavy breathing now.Â
Should I turn around? What if when I do heâs right there ready to devour me or heâs at a distance hiding in the shadows this corridor holds? I decided to just do it, I turn slowly toward where I believe he would be but to my dismay I am met with no one. No one is there. Not him, just shadows and the small light that the torches provide on the ancient looking brick walls Where can he be? Considering heâs a large man and easy to spot, the shadows seem to be on his side currently.
I thought for a split second my eyes saw a slight outline of a tall man with a pyramid like mask with a great knife resting over his shoulder as his exposed upper body was being countered by the shadows, making him seem unrealistic. But once I blinked the outline of the man was gone. Did I truly see him or not?Â
I think the anticipation of trying to find him is making me see things to ease my mind. I stare at the spot where I believed I saw him a bit longer to see if I can actually see him but the dark shadows keep messing with my vision. I turn back to facing the way I was running toward too whenâŚ.I see him.
There he is, twenty feet away. Just like I thought I imagined him earlier in the shadows. Tall and muscular, with his upper body exposed with spots of murk on his abdomen, chest and on his muscular arms I been blessed to have been wrapped around me multiple times. A dark brown cloth hanging dangerously low on his slutty waist, giving a glimpse of his v-line I could not get my eyes off. His great knife was resting on his shoulder, while doing so his arm was flexed at the perfect angle that showcased his mouth watering veins. But the star of the show, his mask, the classic pyramid head he got custom made for himself for this specific night was resting at an angle, almost taunting me to get on my knees for him.
Flashback
âCome on fe, it will be funâ
âI donât know corazon, it sounds a bitâŚintenseâ
âThats the purpose, its suppose to be like that and besides I thought you would like the idea, think of it like predator and prey kind of situationâ
He paused for a minute, thinking over the words I told him. I can see I'm already convincing him in this, he finds it hard to say no to me. His mischievous little mate, always having little plans to spice things up in their lives.Â
âAlright i'm convinced but on one conditionâ
I nod for him to continue, trying to mask my excitement to his agreement.
âYou wear that one outfit that one princess wore in that space movie you showed me the other day, I wanna see your thighs exposed when I'm chasing you, deal?â
I shiver slightly at his words, now I know why heâs been wanting to watch Return of the Jedi more often. Heâs been picturing me in that outfit, even if it's something I would never wear out in public, for him sure, he is my mate after all.Â
âDealâ
With my agreement, he does not try to hide his own excitement, on the contrary he lets his infamous shit-eating grin spread across his lips. Not shying away in showing his sharp canines. He knows what that look does to me but I keep myself composed not wanting to feed his ego anymore.
Present
And so just with that talk, that's where we stand now. He still stands there, even if I cannot see his face currently. I know he has that said grin when I agreed to his part of the deal not that long ago. I'm astonished by how much effort he put into this, he is literally pyramid head in real life, the movies could never look like this vampire does. The way my eyes were ogling at his exposed upper limbs, out of all the times I saw this man completely exposed, I still have not gotten used to it.Â
He drops his great knife, letting a loud clang echo in the empty hallways. It makes me flinch slightly but my eagerness to see what he does next leaves me no time to be scared. With the hand that was holding his knife, he removed his mask off in one swift movement. He definitely has been practicing in how to take it off because it was so smooth of a transition. His handsome face was finally revealed to me, and I was right, he did have that smirk plastered on. His eyes shamelessly scanned me from head to toe, not even bothering to hide the way his smirk seemed to grow more. When he returned back to my face, he bore his eyes into mine. His gaze was so intense that I could not find the strength to break eye contact, I was locked into him.Â
Felix started to take precautions steps toward me, more like he was stalking towards me like a hungry predator does to its prey. In this case he is hungry, hungry for me. I took small backward steps until I was against the wall with him getting closer and closer before he stopped inches away from me. I felt my adrenaline increase more and my poor little heart was almost jumping out of my ribcage. He towered over me, glaring down at me when he reached a hand to grab my chin a bit forcefully but at the same time gently. No words have been spoken but our eyes alone are doing all the talking..Â
Without any warning he places his hands under my thighs lifting me up slightly, giving me a cue to wrap my legs around him. My hands immediately rest on his broad shoulders as he pressed himself into me. His muscular body has me pinned against the wall, flush against me, leaving no space inbetween. His grip on my thighs tightened slightly making me gasp slightly.
âJust what you wanted, huh?â
I nodded, still unable to speak yet.
âAwe are we being shy now? You were so excited for this and yet it seems cat caught your tongueâ
I wanted to say something but his taunting is making it very hard for me to speak up, it's not even helping that I can feel how hard he is getting and how he is slightly grinding into me at a slow tortures pace. I needed more, wanted more but I knew if I spoke up it would come out more in whines and would make me look pathetic in front of him. He leaned into my neck, inhaling my scent.Â
âHmmmm, you smell so fucking delicious doll, seems all that running somehow made your scent moreâŚaddictingâ
I shiver at his words. It has always caught me of guard when he curses, but fuck does he sound so hot. I thought for sure I would smell terrible after sweating bullets from the amount of running I had to do but the way I know this man would never lie to me when it comes to me, makes me feel reassured. I felt his cold lips on my throat, giving me a tenderful kiss that created another ripple of shivers to run down my body. His torturous pace of his grinding still maintains as I just accept that is all I'm getting right now.Â
But his pace was rapidly building up my need for him, not that it was not already strong since the beginning of this primal play.Â
I manage to horsley say âFelix..pleaseâ
âWhat's that doll? Couldn't hear you?â
Tease. âYou heard meâ
âTsk,tsk. Are we getting an attitude now? I could walk away from you and leave you all hot and bothered. You want that?â
I shook my head immediately, knowing him I know he would do that, heâs done it before when I was being a âbratâ. He shifted me higher up his body so I was right above his waist, the way he can just manhandle carelessly always leaves me breathless.Â
âJust getting you ready for me, can't have you all dry now, can we?â
I shook my head once again but stayed quiet, not wanting to let my frustration show or accidentally say something I might regret later. But this is not enough for me, do I dare say something then?
âFe?â
He stopped his movements to look into my eyes once again. âYes?â
âCould you maybeâŚuse your fingers instead, please?â
His grin returned immediately which caused my face to heat up in embarrassment from the request I asked him.
âWell look at you being a big girl and using your words doll, since you asked so nicely and even used please, I shall compromise this one time.âÂ
I sigh in relief as I felt one of his colossal hands move toward the waistband of the gold bikini bottom from my costume. I was unsure what he was about to do put the sudden tear of the material answered my question.
âFelix!?â
âHmmmâ
âW-why?â
He answered like it was nothing. âIt was in the wayâ
For fucks sake, it took me forever to find these specific pair only for it to be ripped off. Should not have been surprised since anything scandalous like my current attire will not last long in one piece, he is a beast of a man for a reason. His previous actions of wandering continued as he let his hand get closer to where I needed him the most. His cold touch sent endless ripples to run through me as he finally did one long slow stroke to my heat with his pointer finger. It was such a delicious feel of his fingers that it almost made my eyes roll back.
âWhat a reaction, and I havenât even fucked you yetâ
I whimpered slightly as his words as his thumb started to draw small deep circles on my clit. I need more of him now. As if he could read my mind two of his thick long fingers went into my already growing wet pussy. Fuck! His fingers felt so good and his trust were ruthless. He even at some point stopped rubbing circles and instead was putting pressure on it. With just his fingers I was growing closer to my release. I think he realized too with the way I was clenching around his fingers.
I was so closeâŚ.then he stopped. My eyes opened immediately and I looked at him. His grin still plastered on his face as he saw my disappointed look.
âPatience little love, just wanted to half prep youâ
The fingers that were resting in me were pulled out and went to his lips. his tongue darted out to lick them clean. The way his tongue cleaned off his fingers was such an erotic scene to witness. How can this man get anymore hot? And to top it off he maintained eye contact with me, as if I was not internally losing it over how sensual he looked with the way he was licking his fingers.
âSo sweet, now i'm sure all that running made you sweeter in every aspectâ
I give him a slight flustered look with how vulgar he is being. Still being hoisted up by my thighs and him having a firm grip on my waist, the hand that was minutes before inside of me moved to the cloth that was covering his lower limbs. He went to the side of where the cloth was being held and in one swift movement, much like how he removed the mask effortlessly, he pulled it apart to reveal his completely naked body to me.Â
âNo undergarments?â
âThought it was unnecessary, plus it makes our situation more easierâ
Easier said than done for sure. He leaned in to capture my lips into a searing kiss, his tongue pushing through my lips effortlessly with such a fierce passion. I gasp into the kiss enjoying the coldness he brings into my warm mouth. I felt him give out a deep groan as I felt his sharp canines graze my lower lip in a tantalizing promise of the pleasure he will give me soon enough. He breaks away from the kiss for me to catch my breath as his irises have finally succumbed to black and his red eyes were no more. He gives my waist a quick squeeze as he grabs his cock, rubbing the tip of it into my folds, teasing in a way until I see how he uses the arousal from earlier as lubricant as he moves his hand in a stroking motion.
I take a quick breath as he looks back to me with a smirk on his handsome face as he watches me looking at the way he touches himself.Â
âReady?â
âYes felixâ
I would have just nodded but this cocky son of a bitch loves to tease me when I don't use my words, learned that lesson long ago unfortunately. He positions me and slips into me slowly, he knows heâs big and since i'm still human he always slips in slowly as to not cause any more harm. He pushes himself all the way in until our pelvises meet, the stretched once again like every time we done this is so addicting and oh so delicious.Â
He pulls out almost all the way out but does a quick put powerful trust into me, catching me off guard but that immediately starts to set the pace of his trust. My eyes find it difficult to stay open and my mouth spills endless moans that Felix himself always craves to hear. With my eyes half lidded I catch the way how Felixâs eyes roll back, just with that sight it had me clenching around him signaling him that im close.
âYour so tight amore but fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cockâÂ
The long empty hallways are echoed with the sound of our skin slapping as he increases his speed to a more powerful trust. He leans into my neck letting his teeth scrape along my neck, but not enough to draw blood. He nips and sucks along my skin as to mark me.
He pulled his face away from my neck to mumble a quick âJust a little something to remember this night caraâ
I felt Felixâs cock twitch inside me, as his swollen head kept on rubbing against my inner walls. Everytime he would pull out slightly and slam back into me left me seeing stars for a brief couple of seconds. All thoughts have been knocked out of my mind as all I can focus on was him alone. How his abs tensed slightly as he was holding himself back from going feral or the way he was biting his lip to hold in any loud moans that I am desperate to hear. I lean into his shoulder and sink my teeth into it, knowing that will get what I want to hear, his moans. Soon enough he is the one becoming more vocal than me, and his moans are echoing in the hall.
I turn my head slightly up to him to see his eyes fill with tears. Wanting to push him away to ask what happened or if I somehow hurted him with the bite, which is highly unlikely but you never know. He instead started to trust into me a bit sloppy and slower to really capture the love.
âYou crying fe?â
He shakes his head as he sucks in an unnecessary breath âNo cara, it's just your pussy feels so good wrapped around meâ
Pussy so good, I made a whole ass unit of a man cry. So much for primal play, and him having to hunt me down to fuck me until I'm the one crying. Pyramid head wasndefinitely the best idea i ever had, second to staying in Italy forever with Felix.
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A/N: I have always enjoyed writing Felix's dialogue, the way when I re-read some of the things I have him say always catch me off guard and a bit flustered sometimes. I might of not used a certain line that a certain white haired blue eyed man has said in an animeđ¤. Anyways....Happy Halloweenđ
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Stuck Here A Little While
Thatâs right, Iâve finally done it. After teasing for months, I hecking wrote the fic. In this AU, Grian and Mumbo Jumbo are borrowers. If you donât know what that is, go watch The Secret World of Arrietty or something.
I am more familiar with some of these people than others, so I am hoping my characterization for each is at least decent. [] Lastly, I want to mention the drawings Iâve included were doodled over the past few months as Iâve been thinking about the story. I hope you enjoy~
EDIT: I finally named the story.
Grian had just escaped being tormented by a stray cat, making it out alive, but bleeding profusely from a deep bite wound. He hobbled into an alley and sat against the wall. Blood was trailing into the street. He was unable to move much, so he was basically waiting to die. Just then, Lizzie was arriving home with some groceries and stopped at the sight of the blood. She followed it into the alley and found Grian. She pushed the shock of the sight to the back of her mind, as his wellbeing was clearly more urgent. She set her bags down and gently went to pick him up. As this developed, Grian was thinking to himself. He knows what humans are like, generally. That theyâre just people. Some are dangerous, some are kind, some are manipulative. Borrowers are taught from a young age not to mingle with humans, because even if one seems friendly, itâs not worth the risk of being tricked. But in this case, he had no choice. So he was desperately hoping this was a nice one. She carried him inside and set him on the kitchen counter by the sink. She told him to stay calm and assured him she was going to take care of him.
She said, âIâm going to lift your shirt up to see the wound, okay?â As she worked, she kept communicating with him, so as not to scare him.Â
âThis is really nasty. How did this happen?â She asked. Grian explained that he had been caught by a cat and barely got away. Lizzie cleaned and disinfected the bite, then had him keep pressure on it while she got bandages. After he was wrapped up, she grabbed a bottle of paracetamol and laid a pill on the counter. To Grianâs horror, she brought out a big chopping knife. She used it to cut the pill, and half of it crumbled into a lump of powder. She asked him to take a pinch of it. She then filled a shot glass with water and stuck a coffee stirrer in it. She apologized that it was still awkwardly large, but it was the best she could do. She gave him the water and instructed him to use it to take the pain medicine. She then asked for his jumper so she could try and get the blood out of it. This was a task she didnât need to speak to him about, and it was going to take a few minutes, so they finally had a moment of quiet to take the situation in. After a pause, Grian spoke up, âThank you for helping me. I donât think I would have made it.âÂ
âOf course!â She replied, a bit anxiously, âI mean, you looked like you really needed help. I wasnât gonna just leave you there. Iâm Lizzie, by the way.âÂ
âOh, right. Uh, my nameâs Grian.âÂ
There was another pause before Lizzie asked him, âIâm sorry. This- I donât know if this is a rude thing to ask, but⌠What are you?â Grian was taken aback.
âI- Iâm a borrower. I donât- do I look like something else?â
âNo, but, well⌠Whatâs a borrower? That sounds more like an occupation than a species.â He couldnât believe his ears. Lizzie had never even heard of borrowers. She didnât know what they were. I mean, he supposed it made sense, but it had never even occurred to him. All borrowers are taught not to talk to humans and to stay out of sight. How in the world were humans supposed to know they were around? She really didnât know anything. He was going to have to start from scratch.
âItâs sort of both.â He informed her. âWeâre called that because we borrow things. Small things that humans wouldnât miss. Like tissues, a bit of sugar, some string, that sort of thing. We use those things to feed ourselves and build our lives. We live in small, isolated communities. We have to. If too many of us are in one place, we get too noisy, and they find us.â He stopped, realizing what he was beginning to say. He wasnât sure how to talk to a human about how much of a threat humans are to his kind.Â
Lizzie pressed the shirt between her fingers under the stream of tap water, and the stream turned red briefly. âSo⌠youâre saying there are more of you. And that youâre all over the place, but no one has ever noticed you?â
âThatâs been the goal.â
âThat doesnât make any sense. For all the scientists and record keepers over all of human history, I canât be the first human to have ever spoken to a borrower. Do you have some sort of camouflage magic or something?â
Grian raised his eyebrows. âOh, no, you misunderstand! Youâre not the first. In the grand scheme of things, we get found relatively often. Besides families becoming too large, being found is probably the number one reason borrowers move house. Growing up, we hear our parents repeat all kinds of horror stories about borrowers who-â He stumbled over his sentence, but pressed through, âWho- well, who encountered a human⌠and didn't⌠come back.â
âWHAT!?â Lizzie startled Grian with her volume. He flinched and then winced. The sudden motion disturbed his wound. âYouâre telling me that humans have found tiny little men and then decided to HURT THEM!? WHY?â After getting her whole thought out, she saw how scared Grian looked and shrunk backward. âS-sorry. I didnât mean to shout. I just- I just canât imagine why someone would want to hurt you. Youâre just⌠Youâre just a little guy.â She had started to drift into a bit of a baby voice at the end there. Grian chuckled, and then winced.
Grumbling he said, âAw, youâve got to be kidding me! It even hurts to laugh.â
âListen,â Lizzie began, âI know weâve only just met, but youâre clearly in no state to go back outside. I can try to help you get back home or, if you want, youâre completely welcome to stay here for as long as you need. It wonât be any trouble, really!â Grian paused to think on this. Lizzie couldnât help him get home, even if she tried. He couldnât think of any way for her to access his home without tearing some things apart, and there was no way he was going to be able to drag himself to his house by himself. Even if he could, once he was there, there wouldnât be anyone to take care of him. He wished he could just stay with his neighbor, Mumbo, but he knew that was just as unlikely. He found himself in essentially the same position as when she found him outside, in that he really didnât have any choice.
He looked back up at her. âYeah, I donât imagine I can get anywhere else with or without help. I really appreciate it.â Lizzie was now patting the little yellow jumper dry between some paper towels. Unfortunately, she wasnât able to get all of the blood out. It covered the lower right half of the jumper and had already dried at the edges. While the stain was much more faded from being washed, it was still clearly present; Although if you didnât know any better, it almost looked like an intentional design. She set it down next to him.
âSorry. I wasnât able to get all the blood out. But at least it looks a lot better than when I found you outs- - Outside! The groceries!â Without another word, she sprinted out the front door to retrieve the bags she had left in the alley. Now that he was alone, Grian turned his head gently to look behind him. Behind the sugar jar he could barely see it. A little inconspicuous crack around the rim of a backsplash tile. He turned back to the jumper sitting next to him. This was his favourite jumper. There was no way, even able bodied, that he would have been able to do this good a job with the stain. As he put it back on, Lizzie came back in. She set the bags down and began to unpack them. Once everything was put in the fridge, she sighed in relief. As she folded the bags to put away, she asked him if he had eaten lunch. He said he was fine, so she told him she was going to retire to the living room and to give her a shout if he needed anything. It felt a bit impolite to leave him alone, but she was a little scared to move him. And she didnât know him very well yet. She thought it best to give him his space. She didnât shut the kitchen door behind her. From where Grian was, he could barely see Lizzie take a seat on a recliner, open a bag of pretzels, and turn the TV on. She kept it on low volume. Grian examined his wound again. He tried to stand, but couldnât. At least, not without bearing severe pain. He winced as he tried to at least find a way to rest that was comfortable. The cold countertop did not make for a very good bed. Giving up, he called out.
âLizzie!â She popped up from her chair and poked her head back into the kitchen.
âYeah?â
âI hate to be a bother, I know you just sat down, but is there anything more comfortable I could rest on?â Lizzie looked around and thought to herself. She went to the linen closet and grabbed a couple of hand towels. She came back and arranged them on the counter like a bed with a pillow and blanket, with plenty of back support. She offered him a finger to hold for stability as he climbed onto it.
âThis is much more comfortable, thank you.â
âItâs no problem. Again, donât hesitate to shout if you need anything at all. You donât need to be exerting yourself while that heals.â She returned to the living room to watch her show. Grian laid back and pulled the blanket up. He figured, as bad as he felt, the best thing to do was probably to try and get some rest. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.Â
He had never been less tired in his life. A couple minutes passed. He opened his eyes. He knew there was no way he was going to get any sleep. He could faintly hear the TV in the next room, but couldnât understand enough of the dialogue to follow the story. There was nothing else to keep his interest in this room. He bit his lip. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he felt terrible asking for it.
âLizzieâŚâ He called as timidly as he could while retaining enough volume to be heard. Lizzie got up and poked her head back through the doorway.
âYeah?â
âI donât want to be a bother. I- I mean I hate to intrude. I was just wondering⌠if you wouldnât mind letting me come watch TV with you?â
âAh.â She looked down and to the side, with what appeared to be a frustrated expression. Grian felt awful. He was being the imposition he feared to become.Â
âI-itâs okay. Iâm sorry I even asked. You just go ahead and watch by your-â
Lizzie cut him off âWhat? No no no. Of course you can come! Iâd love the company. Iâm just trying to figure out how to transport you without disturbing your wound. I think Iâve got an idea.â She stepped into the living room and picked up a wooden lap tray off the ottoman. She brought it into the kitchen and aligned the surface with the countertop in front of Grian. Ensuring the surfaces were adequately flush, she leaned forward to hold it in place with her knee and hip. She held the near corners of the towel between her fingers and gently slid the whole make-shift bed onto the tray. She moved his water to the tray as well, then took the tray back in her hands and slowly carried it back into the living room, taking care not to spill the water or jostle the Grian. She set it down on the end table between the two recliners. She took a seat herself and turned the volume up a little. She unrolled her bag of pretzels and popped one in her mouth, then offered one to Grian. He held it in both hands and took a tiny little bite out of it. Lizzie had to remind herself that this was a grown man and just a regular old person. She had to fight the urge to absolutely melt because no matter what it was, everything he did was adorable.
An episode or two of TV later, the two heard a door open across the house. Lizzie recognized it as the sound of her husband, Joel, coming home from work. Grian also recognized that a new human had entered the house and tensed up. His instinct was to run and hide. But with that option eliminated, what was he meant to do? He stared at the doorway, frozen in fear. Joel entered the living room and Lizzie greeted him.
âJoel! The craziest thing happened today and you wouldnât believe it if you couldnât see it with your own eyes!â Joel hadnât noticed Grian yet. He was a bit sarcastically indignant.
âOh, I see. We just go straight to talking about you. No âHow was your day?â No, itâs fine!â
âJoel! Look!â Lizzie gestured to Grian, who was shrinking behind his towel-blanket, eyes darting between Lizzie and Joel. Joel stared in awed silence. He slowly climbed into the empty recliner to get a better look, gaze fixed on Grian the whole time.
Lizzie continued, âI went to the shop today and when I came home I found him bleeding out in the alley, so I brought him in and cleaned him up. His name is Grian. Grian, this is my husband, Joel.â Grian felt as if Lizzie was encouraging him to feel comfortable, but it was hard with such big eyes fixed so securely on him. He wasnât able to formulate a reply.
Joel spoke slowly, in a quiet voice, âHey there little guy⌠What are you?â Grian began to stutter the words out, but before he could make much noise Lizzie blurted it out.
âHe says heâs a borrower! Theyâre just like humans except small, of course, and they-â
Joel cut her off, âYeah, I know what a borrower is. I just thought they were make-believe, you know?â His gaze had now relaxed. He had looked at Lizzie to speak to her.
Grian finally piped up, âY-youâve heard of borrowers?â
âYeah, I mean, Iâve heard of lots of mythical creatures from books and stuff as a kid. I used to have a book about borrowers. Is that surprising?â
âOnly because Lizzie hadnât heard of us. But to be fair youâre the second human Iâve ever spoken to, so I donât really have anything else to go on.â Grian was intrigued by the idea of human literature about borrowers. He wondered what they knew.Â
Grian ended up spending the rest of the evening picking Joelâs brain about that book, learning what humans know about and correcting what it got wrong. When it got to be late, Lizzie and Joel got ready to head off to bed. Lizzie tried to make sure Grian would have everything he could need for the night. She left the remote next to him in case he wanted to watch some TV. She told him if he needed anything to turn the volume up real high, rather than straining his voice calling for them.
âIs there anything else? Another towel, something to drink? Anything at all?â Lizzie flustered herself trying to exhaust possible problems.
âThere is one thing Iâm worried about.â Grian hesitated. âItâs just⌠I had someone coming over tonight.â
Grian invited a guest over on his first day staying here? Lizzie was puzzled. âHow did you- oh no of course you mean where you live.â
âWell, you see, thatâs the thing. I wasnât really sure how to bring this up⌠I kinda⌠live⌠here.â
Lizzie paused. âYOU LIVE IN OUR WALLS!?â Grian winced from the volume, and the embarrassment.Â
âNo, not technically. I live⌠well, I think itâs under the living room somewhere. I-I do have passageways in some of the walls though, yes.â
Lizzie couldnât tell how she should feel about this, other than being surprised. Angry, perhaps? âSo this whole time! This whole time you already knew this place, huh! I thought I was bringing you into a big strange mysterious place but this is just home-sweet-home!â
âI wouldnât go that far. Iâve only explored the areas I can borrow from. A lot of this place is really unfamiliar to me, especially lit up like this. I uh, I did already know your names, though.â Grian watched her expression get more flustered and became more embarrassed. âI probably should have said something right away, but I mean, this entire situation has been so bizarre. Itâs not like I knew the best thing to do⌠Does this⌠change anything? Should I leave?â
That final comment brought Lizzie into clarity, and she calmed down quickly. âNo, no, of course not! I still want you to stay here as long as you need to heal. Youâre completely welcome here. Itâs just- I mean you know that changes everything, right?â
âDoes it?â Grian asked. Lizzie paused to think.
âI guess I donât know.âÂ
After a chunk of silence, Grian repeated himself. âSo, I uh.. I was worried, because I had someone coming over tonight. If Iâm not where he expects to find me, heâs gonna get worried, and heâs not gonna know where else to look.â Lizzie agreed that was not ideal and asked how she could help. Grian asked if she had a scrap of paper and something small to write with. She said she didnât have any small writing utensils. He asked if she had any pencils she could break the tip off of. She brought him a pencil tip and a sticky note. He wrote a message down and folded it up. He instructed her to check behind the TV and down a bit for a hole. She turned the screen so she could squeeze her head through the gap, and spotted the hole in the wall about halfway between the TV stand and the floor. She slipped the note through for Grianâs friend to find. After confirming that Grian wouldnât need anything else, she turned the lights out and went to bed.
Later that night, Grian was awoken by a rustling noise. He looked over towards the TV stand to see just what he was hoping to find. Mumbo Jumbo was crouched under the screen, scanning the room for Grian. Grian sat up a little, waved his hand in the air, and called out for Mumbo at a normal speaking volume. Mumbo was alarmed, and looked angry. He stepped to the edge of the TV stand and pulled a lever on the contraption he had strapped to his back. Two thin wire and leather wings sprung up and he glided over to where Grian was.Â
Mumbo whispered harshly, âGrian! Have you lost your mind!? What are you thinking, setting up camp in the middle of the living room like this? And if you donât keep your voice down one of the humans might hear you!!â
âMumbo! Mumbo, calm down! I need to catch you up on what happened to me today.â Grian explained to Mumbo that he was attacked by a cat and Lizzie saved his life. Heâs too weak to try and go back home and Lizzie offered to take care of him. He knows they arenât supposed to trust humans, because they could be deceived, but he doesnât feel he has enough of a choice to doubt. Besides, Lizzie and Joel seem nice. Mumbo objects as much as he can, but Grian kind of has a point. Mumbo could try to help Grian get out of there, but it wouldnât be a smooth process. Grian would risk getting even more hurt.
Mumbo asked if there was anything he could do to help. Grian explained to Mumbo about the pain medicine Lizzie gave him, and that it had worn off. Mumbo asked how she could possibly have given him medicine. Even the smallest human pills are too big to swallow and would be a sure overdose for a borrower. Grian looked at him with a puzzled expression. He had no idea how human medicine worked. He explained that she cut a pill and just had him take a pinch. Mumbo told him heâs lucky nothing bad happened and asked him where the medicine was. Grian told him itâs probably still a pile of dust by the kitchen sink. Mumbo glided into the kitchen. It was too far a distance to maintain the altitude needed to land on the counter, so he landed on the floor and pulled a device off his pack. He set the metal rectangular object on the ground and stood on top of it. He positioned himself a certain way to make sure his aim was good and then pressed a button on his pack. The device expanded quickly like a piston, sending Mumbo into the air with a trail of string following behind him. He stuck the landing on the counter and then pulled his device up by the string and reattached it to his pack.Â
Once on the counter he pondered the pile of pill dust for a moment before deciding it was useless to him. He climbed into the cabinets and found the paracetamol bottle. He was able to use the instructions and measurements on the label to determine, roughly, what would be an appropriate equivalent dose for a borrower. Looking around he spotted a chocolate bar, too. Little portioned piles of powder are difficult to keep track of, so thatâd be useful for sure. Being a resourceful borrower, he was able to find the tools to cut and portion the pills, melt the chocolate, mix the pill powder into it, and cool his home-made borrower-sized paracetamol chocolates. He found a sticky note and wrote down dosage instructions for Grian. He dug a plastic bottle cap out of the trash and cleaned it off so heâd have something to carry the chocolates in. He cleaned everything up and glided back on over to Grian, again using his piston device to reach the end table. Grian was elated to have more medicine, and very impressed at all the effort Mumbo went through to make sure he didnât overdose. Grian, knowing heâd be here a while and the humans attempts at borrower accommodations were sub optimal, also asked Mumbo to go to his house and retrieve some of his plates and cups. When Mumbo got back, they hung out and chatted for a while longer over a pretzel. They talked into the late hours of the night and ended up dozing off without realizing.Â
The next morning, Mumbo awoke suddenly at the sound of footsteps. He looked around in a panic, realizing he had failed to go home last night, and he was now exposed in the sun-lit human living room. He didnât see any humans around. Hoping they must have just woken up, and not come out yet, he made a dash for the nearest exit. He slipped out without being seen, but as Joel came into the living room he did notice a bit of a rustling noise coming from the TV area. Joel looked down at a still sleeping Grian and noticed a few more items there than there were last night. He picked up the bottle cap to get a closer look at its contents. The text on the attached sticky note was difficult to read because it was so small. He set it down, looked at Grian for another moment, and then took one of Grianâs plates and continued on into the kitchen.
A bit later, Lizzie came into the living room as well. She leaned over Grian to check on him. She gently tried to pull at the towel to get a better look at his bandages. They were very dirty by now and needed to be changed. The tugging at the towel woke Grian up, and the looming figure set his heart racing. He flinched and let out a little scream.Â
âItâs just me! Itâs just me!â Lizzie reassured him.
âYou scared the life out of me!!â He scolded.
She apologized. Joel poked his head in from the kitchen to ask Lizzie if she wanted some breakfast. She did.
âOh, Grian, youâre up! Wait one second.â Joel went back into the kitchen for a moment and then returned with Grianâs plate. It had two tiny strips of bacon cut from a full strip, a corner of a piece of toast, and a singular baked bean on it. He set it down next to Grian âI made you a plate.â
âOh my goodness, thank you!â Exclaimed Grian. âWow, this smells amazing!â This breakfast wasnât much like anything he had had before. Grian was used to cooking with much smaller ingredients. Baked beans came in a can larger than him. It was hard to borrow meat because you can usually tell when some of it has been taken. So the meat he ate usually came from smaller animals or bugs that he had hunted. The only thing familiar was the toast, although he had only ever had home-made bread. He was trying store-bought bread for the first time. He didnât think it was as good. After eating, Lizzie put her coat on and waved goodbye to the boys. She was off to work for the day. Joel cleaned up the kitchen and then brought some bandages over to Grian and asked him to lift his shirt.
âYeah, I figured.â Joel said, âItâs gotten pretty nasty. Letâs get some clean bandages on you, alright?â Joel slowly removed the bandage, cleaned the wound, and wrapped Grian up in fresh cloth. After putting the first aid away, he got his coat on as well. He asked Grian if heâd need anything else while he was gone. Grian said heâd be fine. Joel let him know he worked close by and would try to pop in occasionally to check on him. Joel said goodbye and headed out. His place of work was very close by. Right next door, in fact. He worked as a part-time caretaker for his disabled neighbor. Joel let himself in with his key and called out into the house.
âGood morning, Scar! Iâm here!â Scar rolled backwards from his office to poke his head out into the hall and wave.
âMorninâ Joel!â They continued with small talk as Joel hung up his coat. Scar followed him into the kitchen to chat with him while he started on his tasks. Scar did need the help, but his favorite thing about Joel coming around was just having someone to talk to. He lived alone and it was hard for him to get out of the house. Joel got to a stopping point and excused himself to use the restroom. After doing so, while washing his hands, the medicine cabinet mirror mysteriously swung open and knocked him in the noggin. As he turned the faucet off and reached for the hand towel, he looked up at the open cabinet. To his surprise, standing on the top shelf and leaning against a bottle was a tiny little mustachioed man.
âSo, youâre the one watching after Grian.â
âOh, you must be Mumbo, right? Grian mentioned you, but I didnât realize you lived here!â Mumbo fumbled his composure. He didnât expect to be recognized.
âW-well listen up, bud! You better not hurt him, alright? Donât underestimate me. I can make life very hard for you.â Joel leaned in and spoke a little more quietly.
âDoes Scar know about you?â Once again, Mumbo was sweating.Â
âNo.â
âWow⌠Youâre being very brave right now.â
âHuh?â
âYou donât even know me and youâve come to confront me like this? AND youâre trusting me with your secret? I mean, I could just walk out and tell Scar about you right now. And if I donât, Iâm here all the time. I could reveal your secret at any time. Itâs respectable, I think. You must really care about Grian.â It was at this time that Mumbo accepted to himself he never really had the high ground at all. He almost felt as if he was getting smaller with every word. None of this was going the way he had planned it in his head. He reached behind a bottle and flipped a lever that activated a contraption that pulled the cabinet door shut. Joel flinched. He reopened the cabinet, but Mumbo was nowhere to be seen. Joel couldnât figure out how heâd left, either. Mumbo retreated to his house and stayed there for the rest of the day. Joel decided not to mention this encounter to Scar, but he did tell Grian about it. Grian laughed at Mumboâs expense.
Joel visited Scar several days a week to help with various things around the house. Besides this, Scar didnât really have all that much social interaction. It was hard for him to leave the house because of all the accessibility accommodations that had to be considered for any trip. There were a few routine places he went. Joel accompanied him on grocery trips, for example. He was the type of person to delay the checkout line because he was chatting with the cashier. At home, he found various activities to keep himself busy. He was a big fan of movies and he liked to play video games. Mumbo, when he first decided to move in below Scar, thought the wheelchair situation would prove to be very convenient for him. It meant there was a lot more of the house that wouldnât be touched by humans, and therefore more space to play with. This turned out to not so much be the case, because of Joel.Â
Mumbo was an engineer. He liked to design various machines to make his life easier. While other borrowers might make do with a human item that was close enough to what they needed, Mumbo preferred to melt down metal and plastic and make exactly what he wanted. He had built a glider he used to get between higher surfaces without having to climb from the ground. And he built a piston device to help him get up to counter tops quickly. This device was a real pain. It was so finicky. Some nights it worked perfectly. Others, it was totally useless. Today, Mumbo was sitting on top of the kitchen cabinets behind a couple of decorative plants. He had several spots like this where he liked to tinker and watch Scar. Often, Scar wouldnât even be doing anything interesting. He just found it easier to focus with him in the room. Scar was organizing his medicine at the time. Mumbo was trying to disassemble the device, planning to start from scratch with a new blueprint. His grip slipped and the device burst open with explosive force. The platform launched right into Mumboâs gut and sent him backwards forcefully. He was flung off the cabinet top and right into the center of the kitchen, but unexpectedly stopped short of the floor. He sat stiff, frozen, staring wide eyed back at what stopped him. He has been caught on Scarâs extended hand. Had Scar not reacted so quickly, Mumbo would probably have been injured by the fall onto the tile floor. Scar was panting a little bit and had a very earnest worried expression on his face.Â
âAre you okay?â Mumbo didnât say anything. Scar waited for a bit. He could see how scared Mumbo was, and he knew this wasnât supposed to happen, so he gave him a minute to answer. But after a long pause, he still hadnât said anything.
âHello?? D-did you break something? Are you okay?? Say something!â
âY-yeahâŚ.â Mumbo could only slowly squeeze out the one word. Scar sighed with relief. He set Mumbo down on the table in front of him. The two of them were locked in eye contact. Mumboâs brain was racing. He was trying to think if there was any reasonable escape. He was a bit stranded on the table. He didnât figure he could get away fast enough from here. He wasnât even wearing any of his borrowing equipment.
âW-w-what are you going to do with me?â
âWhat? Iâm not gonna do anything to you! What would I even do??â
âB-but⌠you found me. In your house. Borrowers arenât supposed to be found. I- I canât just go back like nothing happenedâŚâ Scar looked down and let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
âListen,â He couldnât make eye contact. âI kinda⌠already knew about you?â
Dumbfounded, Mumbo spat back, â...what?â
âIâve known for a long time. Probably the whole time.â
Mumbo could not believe his ears, âAnd you never said anything!?â
Scar was becoming flustered, âW-well you seemed like you were trying really hard to be sneaky and I didnât wanna ruin it for you!â Mumbo was mortified. This whole time. This whole time he had been a complete failure of a borrower and somehow managed to end up with a human who didnât say anything because he didnât want to hurt his feelings. He wondered how many times he had been seen. When he thought he was completely out of view atop shelves, was he actually exposed? Could Scar hear him running through the walls? Could Scar hear him working on his machines?
âIâm really sorry,â Scar continued, âYou clearly didnât want to be seen so I did my best not to bother you. A-and that doesnât have to change now. Youâve never been a bother or anything. Youâre totally free to keep doing your thing. I promise Iâll leave you totally alone.â
Mumbo was looking down at his shoes, still trying to process the lie of the last several years of his life. Without looking up, he said, âI canât leave from here.â
Scar looked at the height of the table. âOh, right. Uhm. I canât reach the spot you were in, but I can put you over by the toaster. Thereâs a hole there, right? Will that work?â Mumbo clenched his fists. Scar even knew about one of his entrances.
âThatâs fine.â Scar offered his hand, and Mumbo reluctantly climbed onto it. Scar carefully rolled over to the toaster and placed his hand down next to it. Mumbo leapt off and left without another word.Â
The following weeks in that house were very awkward for the both of them. Anytime Scar saw Mumbo, he wasnât sure if he still needed to uphold the habit of pretending he hadnât seen anything. This caused a delay in his reactions, which made it more clear to Mumbo when he was seen, and just how often it happened. One day, Scar was pawing at a cabinet shelf for some formula. He had forgotten to ask Joel to move them forward while he was there. The rest were all closer to the back of the cabinet and he couldnât quite reach them, or even see them from his chair. Mumbo happened to be working on something on top of the cabinets at the time. He was sitting right up against the wall, further back than normal, to better avoid being seen. He could hear Scar struggling. He sighed, set his device down, got up, and made his way to the cabinet entrance. Sure enough, the entrance was almost totally blocked by formula cartons almost as tall as him. He leaned against one and pushed it forward until Scar could reach.Â
âOh, thank you!â Scar was surprised to see Mumbo intentionally interacting with him, even if in a hidden capacity. Mumbo didnât reply. He was walking back toward the back of the cabinet to move another carton when Scar, still feeling blindly around, accidentally grabbed him. They both flinched and Scar yanked his hand back out of the cabinet.
âSorry!â Scar shouted. Mumbo didnât reply. Scar still needed a few more cartons of formula, but he went ahead and started pouring the first one into the bag before getting more. He tried to pour slowly. When he was sure he didnât hear any more rustling in the cabinet, he reached back up and got the rest of what he needed.
Another week went by with the two trying to avoid acknowledging each other, tension growing. Mumbo was on a credenza in the hall, standing behind a vase. He tripped and stumbled backwards into it, knocking it over. He and the vase both tumbled onto the floor. The vase had landed upside-down on top of him. He tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. He tried to tip it, but the shape made it impossible to get any leverage. If he had some tools on him he could think of a few ways to get out of this. But he didnât. Stumped, he tried to sit down to think. He couldnât even do that, because the narrow neck of the vase prevented him from bending his knees very far. It crossed his mind that, as unfavorable as it was, he did have one option. And it was probably his best bet at the moment.
âScaaarâŚâ Mumbo called out weakly. Scar rolled into the hall.
âMumbo? Was that you? Am I hearing things? Where are you?â Mumbo was apprehensive to answer. Scar began to roll down the hall when he noticed the vase and its contents, some plastic reeds, scattered on the floor. âAh,â He said to himself. He rolled beside the vase and gently tipped it up. As soon as there was a gap big enough to squeeze out, Mumbo made a break for it. He ran away desperately, looking behind him to make sure he wasnât being pursued. In his haste and carelessness he ran right into the reeds and got tangled in their leaves. After several seconds of struggling while Scar watched patiently, Mumbo freed himself and kept running, this time watching where he was going.
The next day Scar was sitting at his computer, reading, when he heard Mumboâs voice come from behind him.
âScar?â Scar turned and looked around the room until he spotted Mumbo sitting atop a floating shelf. Specifically one that was too high for Scar to reach.
âYesterday, when you helped me, you said my name, didnât you?â Mumbo asked.
Scar was confused. âDid I? I canât remember exactly what I said, why?â
Mumbo pressed, âWhen we first spoke, we didnât tell each other our names, did we?â
Scar was starting to catch on. âThat doesnât sound right. Iâm sure you introduced yourself!â
âI already knew your name because I hear you and Joel speaking all the time. But Iâm sure I never told you my name.â
âI think youâre misrememberingâŚâ The both of them were starting to get flustered.
âScar, I was just curious. Itâs worse that youâre obviously trying to hide something. How did you know my name?â
âW-what was your name again anyway? I canât seem to recallâŚâ
âCome on, Iâve broken my rule to come out and ask you this.â Mumbo insisted. Scar sighed. Mumbo was right. As much as he hated disappointing Mumbo, he deserved a straight answer.
âSometimes⌠when Grian comes over, I can hear you two talking. Not entire conversations or anything! Itâs muffled. But enough to pick up your name.â
Mumbo dropped his face into his hand. âAnd Grianâs.â
âYeah.â
Mumbo let out a heavy sigh. âOkay. Thanks.â He turned around and slipped back out of sight. Scar felt bad about revealing another harsh truth to Mumbo, but he was also a little excited. This was the second conversation he had ever had with Mumbo, and Mumbo was the one who initiated it! As much as he didnât want to bother Mumbo, he had always wished they would become friends one day.
A few days later, Scar was at his computer again when Mumbo made his boldest move yet. He glided down towards Scar and landed on a push handle behind his head. Scar jumped when he sensed the presence. He was only able to turn his head far enough to see Mumbo out the side of one eye.
âWell, hello there!â Scar said, bewildered. âYouâre awfully close all of a sudden!â
âItâs fine.â Mumbo said, âI know exactly what Iâm doing. I know my reflexes are faster than your reach. I can get away from here faster than you can try anything.â He had planned it out in his head. If Scar tried to reach for him, he would hop off the back and glide straight for a mouse hole across the room. He was confident he was in no danger at all. Scar raised an eyebrow.
âOh, really?â He found Mumboâs overconfidence cute, and was instinctively motivated to undermine it. âWell, what if someone came from BEHIND YOU!!â Scar shouted quickly, gesturing to behind Mumbo, who flinched and looked where Scar gestured. With his guard down, Scar reached up and grabbed Mumbo off the handle. He yelped. Scar only held him for a second and set him right back down, laughing all the while.
âIâm sorry, I had to!â He chuckled. Mumbo stumbled to regain his balance, then pushed off the handle towards the mouse hole. Scarâs expression dropped. Mumboâs glider failed to catch air properly and he hit the ground, landing very short of his goal. Scarâs expression changed to fear and he started to turn his chair around.
âAre you okay!?â He called out. Mumbo didnât reply. He was desperately skittering across the floor, trying to scrape his way out of sight as soon as possible. Scar tried to stop him, but couldnât catch up before he disappeared behind the drywall. Scar sank. He laid a longing hand against the wall and pounded his forehead against it a couple of times.
âStupid.â
He should have known better. Mumbo was finally gaining enough confidence to try getting close to him and the first thing he did was take advantage of him. Stupid.
Scar didnât hear anything from Mumbo for a few days. Whenever Joel wasnât around, heâd announce to the air how sorry he was. Heâd write little apology notes and leave them by Mumboâs access holes. He wrote about how bad he felt and why what he did was wrong. How he promised not to let it happen again. And about how much heâd like to see Mumbo again. Any time he went to check, the notes were untouched. And any time he called out, there was no response. After several days of no trace, Scar called out saying that he was starting to get really worried that something had happened to Mumbo. He asked that Mumbo would please just give him a sign that he was okay. The truth was Mumbo had heard every plea and read every message. Unfortunately, no matter what Scar said, what happened reinforced what Mumbo had always been taught. No matter how nice they seem, humans are dangerous, and theyâre not to be trusted. Mumbo was inside the office wall. He still found it easier to work near Scar, but he couldnât risk being close enough to be heard or seen. Mumbo sighed. He stepped toward the entrance to a shelf, carefully looking out to make sure he wouldnât be seen. If anything, this whole situation had done a lot to improve his borrowing skills. He reached his arm out toward a thin book on the shelf and nudged it until it fell off. Scar whipped his head around to see the source of the noise. He had hoped to find Mumbo, but just a sign that he wasnât dead was still a whole lot better than nothing.
That night, Mumbo went to visit Grian. Grianâs condition had improved a lot over the past few weeks. He was slow, but he could walk now. He still spent most of his time on that living room end table. Mumbo waited until Scar, Lizzie, and Joel had all gone to sleep and made his way over. After some hellos and small talk, Mumbo explained to Grian what had happened. He told Grian about how it reinforced what they had always been taught.
âI had to learn it first hand. No matter how nice they seem, humans are dangerous, and theyâre not to be trusted.â
âWell, thatâs a load of rubbish.â Grian scoffed. Mumbo was taken aback.
âHow can you say that after what I just told you?â Mumbo sputtered.
âOh, come on. You say that like something terrible happened. You got grabbed. For a second. As a joke. Are you even hurt or anything?â
âW-well, n-no.â Mumbo was indignant, but he wondered if Grian had a point.
âThen I donât see what the big deal is. Take it from someone whoâs been at the mercy of humans for weeks against his will. Yeah, theyâre big and scary, but they mean really well. If Joel or Lizzie actually hurt me Iâm pretty sure theyâd implode. One time Lizzie accidentally poked my rib while redoing my bandages and it made me wince and she apologized like a HUNDRED times! I kept telling her I was fine! ⌠My point being, I didnât want to come here, but when Iâm all better, I donât plan on leaving.â
Mumbo was having a hard time trying to keep that nice idea from breaking through the hard shell heâd put up. It could be a fluke. Just because Grian trusted Joel and Lizzie didnât automatically mean Mumbo should trust Scar. But looking at everything, it was getting harder to justify not trusting him.
The next day, Scar was at his computer again, playing a game. Mumbo was standing at the edge of the shelf entrance. This shelf was the last safe place he had spoken to Scar. The last place he had been where nothing went wrong. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the shelf. He looked down at Scarâs monitor, trying to figure out what exactly he was looking at. He took a deep breath, and looked at Scar.
âHey, Scar.â Mumbo practically mumbled. Scar quickly tapped the escape key and his eyes darted around the room until he found him.
âMumbo! Youâre back!â Scar tried to contain his excitement. He was elated and relieved, but he couldnât scare Mumbo off again.
âYeah. I just⌠needed some time to think. Uh.. whatcha doin there?â Scar turned to look at his game. It had been only moments, but he was so caught up in Mumboâs return he had already forgotten.
âOh, I was just playing Minecraft. Do you⌠know what computer games are?â
âSort of. I mean, Iâve seen you do this from a distance, but I donât really get what it is.â Scar explained to him the gist of how video games work and told him about how Minecraft is a sandbox game where you can do all sorts of different things depending on your play style. Building stunning buildings, farming hours away, fighting enemies, or even building complex machines. The machines part really piqued Mumboâs interest. They set off into a more relaxed, naturally flowing conversation. They both felt like they were finally, for the first time, having a good interaction. Until Scar started to struggle to get his words out. Within minutes, he started to cough and choke so frequently he couldnât finish a sentence.
âMate, are you alright?â Mumbo worried. Scar couldnât answer, and his face was turning pale. Mumbo was panicking. âScar!? Whatâs happening? What should I do??ââ Scar tried to pick up his phone, but his hands were shaking. Without stopping to think if it was safe, Mumbo jumped off the shelf and glided to Scarâs desk. He pressed the button on the side of the phone and saw it needed to be unlocked. He had seen Scar do this before with his thumb print. He looked back at Scar. Scar was fading. Mumbo reached for his hand, which was still on the desk, and pulled his thumb over to unlock the phone. He opened the phone app and tapped the first name he recognized: Joel. When he heard Joel pick up he didnât even wait for him to get out a hello.
âJOEL SCARâS NOT BREATHING I THINK HE PASSED OUT WHAT DO I DO I DONâT KNOW WHAT TO DO PLEASEâ
âIâm on my way.â Joel hung up the phone and showed up within the minute. When he came inside he was already on the phone with the emergency services operator. Mumbo stood back and watched him as he explained the situation and checked on Scarâs condition, seeing if there was anything he could do before the ambulance arrived. Mumboâs own heart was pounding so loud it practically drowned out the hasty noise of the room.
âYes. Yes Iâll stay on the line. One second.â Joel turned to Mumbo. âYou did the right thing calling me. The paramedics are on their way, you should go hide.â
âB-but, i-is Scar g-going to-â
âSeriously, theyâll be here any minute! Go!â Mumbo hurried off behind the desk and found a nearby hole to scurry off into. He positioned himself at an opening near the ground where he was sure he wouldnât be spotted. He was terrified to the core, and he had to see what was going to happen. The paramedics came pouring in. Faster than Mumbo could even process, they had Scar loaded into the back of the ambulance and were on their way. Joel followed directly behind with Scarâs wheelchair and some essentials. Before Mumbo could even get a grip on the situation, he was sitting alone in a vast empty house, and it had never felt so soul crushingly lonely.
A while later, Lizzie came home from work. She asked Grian where Joel was and he told her he had stepped out a few hours ago because of a phone call and never came back. Lizzie called Joel and, after apologizing for not calling sooner, he explained what happened and that he was at the hospital with Scar. Scar was stable, but he wasnât going to be ready to be discharged for a good while. Lizzie asked him to come home but he insisted on staying in case anything changed with Scar.
âItâs getting late. If itâs this serious his family should come stay with him.â Lizzie reasoned.
âHe hasnât got any family close by and he doesnât deserve to be alone. I think Iâm gonna end up spending the night here.â
âJoel, no! Then youâll just be leaving me alone!â
Joel smirked. âDonât you think you can share me for just one night?â Lizzie rubbed her brow.
Lizzie realized something, âWait, you said Grianâs friend Mumbo was the one who called you? Whereâs he now?â
âHeâs still at the house. Where else would he be?â Joel said.
âHeâs not with you?â Lizzie asked.
âWhat? No! Why would I have taken him with me?â
âBecause heâs obviously worried about Scar? Tell me you at least have a way to contact him and he hasnât just been in the dark since you left!â Lizzie pleaded.
âThat was not the most pressing thing on my mind at the time, Lizzie.â
Lizzie sighed. âFine, then. Itâs decided. You watch after Scar, and weâll watch after Mumbo. Iâll see you in the morning. I love you.â
âLove you.â
Lizzie sat down next to Grian and asked him how much of that he caught. He said he caught the gist of it and asked what she had in mind for Mumbo. She said she wasnât sure yet. She was going to play it by ear. She said sheâd probably need some help, if he was up for it. She offered her hand and he climbed on. She hadnât taken her coat or shoes off yet, so she headed right out the door. She held Grian close to her as she walked, keeping him inconspicuously tucked partially behind her coat in case there were any passersby. She walked up to Scarâs door and tried the knob. She shook her head. Joel had carelessly left it unlocked. She gingerly stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She softly called out for Mumbo. No response. Grian pointed out the credenza and asked her to bring him there. She set him down and he swung open the door there made to look like an outlet cover and stepped inside. Grian hadnât traversed a wall corridor in a while and he forgot how treacherous some of them can be. Theyâre spaces for passage only, not meant to be stayed in. They can be a bit difficult to traverse. Grian thought heâd at least check Mumboâs house. This was the closest entrance to it. He carefully climbed down the staircase and looked around the rooms. No Mumbo to be found. He climbed back up and reported back to Lizzie. He suggested they try checking out some of Mumboâs other favorite spots. He admitted he didnât know all of Mumboâs entrances, but hopefully he knew enough of the important ones. Lizzie tip-toed down the hall while Grian called out for Mumbo. After a couple of calls they heard a weak reply coming from the office.
âGrian?â
Lizzie stepped up to the edge of the doorway and knelt down to let Grian go in on his own. Grian limped over to Mumbo, who saw Grian and stepped out of his hole to meet him halfway.
âHow in the world did you get here all by yourself? And what are you doing out in the open, those doctors could be back at any minute!â Mumbo asked.
âItâs okay, Mumbo, no one is coming!â Grian reassured him.
âDonât say that! You donât know that!â Mumbo snapped back. Grian realized how what he said sounded.
âMumbo, Lizzie brought me here to tell you that Scar is going to be okay. Heâs in the hospital. Heâs breathing.â Mumbo stepped back and let out the biggest sigh he had ever sighed.
Grian continued, âJoel told Lizzie more about his condition. I just kind of overheard the gist. Joel is gonna stay with him until heâs well enough to come home.â
âHeâs not coming home yet? Why?â
âLike I said, Lizzie knows more than I do.â
âWell then go ask Lizzie already!â Mumbo pleaded.
âWhy donât you go ask her yourself? Sheâs just waiting out in the hall.â Grian offered.
âGrian. So far, every time Iâve spoken to a human something terribly wrong has happened.â Mumbo moped. Grian put his hand on Mumboâs back, pressing him in the direction of the door.
âNo, every time youâve spoken to Scar! Youâve never spoken to Lizzie before! Iâve spoken to her lots of times and nothing bad has ever happened. You should give it a whirl!â Grian was admittedly growing impatient about Mumboâs apprehension towards humans. He strained his injured muscles a little giving Mumbo a shove that sent him a few more steps towards the door. Lizzie piped up from the hall.Â
âYou donât actually have to come out here right now, if that makes it easier.â Grian was a little annoyed. She was kind of undermining him. Mumbo was slightly alarmed. He hadnât realized how close she was. But, if anything, knowing how far he had come without realizing only gave him the confidence to close the gap. He started forward. The moment she came into view and he perceived her stature he did an instant 180 back into the office.
âWhat was that?â Complained Grian. It was the realization that for the handful of times Mumbo had spoken to humans in the past, it had been at eye level or higher. He was not prepared to address a human from the ground.
âJust. Wait here. Iâll be right back.â Mumbo said before heading back into the wall. A minute later he reappeared on his floating shelf. It was far out of reach for Scar, but just noticeably above eye level for Lizzie. He invited her into the room.
âOh, there you are! Itâs nice to finally meet you!â Lizzie beamed.
âWhy isnât Scar coming home?â Mumbo asked.
âRight. That. So I didnât get a lot of details from Joel, and I donât understand a lot of this medical mumbo jumbo anyw- haha hey, Mumbo Jumbo!â
Grian glared, âLizzie, come on.â
âRight right yeah, sorry. From what I understand, Scarâs condition is stable. Meaning heâs not completely better, heâs still relying on a lot of medical equipment, but heâs not getting any worse or dying or anything like that. I forget what Joel said the thing was called, but I think it boiled down to him getting over excited at the same time that his heart was doing something funky. That sounds even less informative now that I say it all out loud, but thatâs about everything I was able to gather. Sorry.â
âThank you.â Mumbo said. He tried to think of something more to say, but all he mustered was a second, âThank you.â Lizzie knelt down and picked Grian up off the floor.
âMumbo, come stay with us tonight.â Grian offered. âYou shouldnât be alone on a night like this. I insist.â Mumbo tried to think of a reason to say no, but couldnât come up with one. He couldnât come up with much at all. He was distracted still thinking about what he did to Scar.
âOkay.â
âOh, really? I expected that to take some convincing. Okay, great! Uh, would you prefer to come over yourself the usual way, or Iâm sure Lizzie wouldnât mind carrying you. Itâd be much faster. You probably donât want to do that though, huh?â
âI donât mind at all!â Lizzie added. Mumbo closed his eyes.Â
âYeah, I probably ought to go with you.â Mumbo admitted.
âWait, really?â Grian said.
âYou clearly want me to get more comfortable with humans. And I trust you. So yeah. Iâll do it.â Mumbo was pretty certain that if there wasnât an active crisis taking up all his brainspace, heâd have the wherewithal to deny Grian. Lizzie held her hand up against the edge of the shelf. Mumbo first looked at Grian, as if to take note of how to do it, and then carefully climbed onto her hand. Lizzie made her way slowly and carefully to the front door and then stopped.
âI didnât think this through. I donât have a free hand to open this door or a key to lock it.â Lizzie admitted. Grian looked at Mumbo, who was usually the problem solver, but he just looked defeated.Â
âMumbo,â Grian asked, âare you able to lock this door yourself from the inside?â Mumbo looked up at the mechanism to evaluate it and compared its height to the ground.
âYeah, I think so.â
âI really appreciate your efforts, Mumbo. But I think the best solution here is for you to lock the door behind us and just meet us there.â Mumbo accepted and Lizzie set him on the doorknob before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Mumbo turned the lock and glided down to find a way into the wall and make his way next door. A few minutes later he squirmed out from behind the TV and glided over to Grian, who was already settled into his usual spot. Lizzie came into the room and greeted Mumbo with some accommodations for him. She got some extra hand towels so he could set up a little bed as well. Grian and Lizzie made it their goal to get Mumboâs mind off Scar for the night, since worrying about him wasnât helping anyone. They chatted about all sorts of things, getting to know each other. Grian was relieved that Mumbo got on pretty well with Lizzie. He was visibly nervous the whole time and flinched every time she moved very much, but he was trying his best. Grian figured it was just a matter of time before Mumbo adjusted and got as comfortable as he had. After a bit, Grian said he needed to use the toilet. Lizzie scooped him up and brought him to the bathroom floor. He ducked under the sink cabinet and disappeared into it. He had a restroom in the wall back there piggybacking off the plumbing of the humansâ one. While waiting, Lizzie walked back near the end table to keep chatting with Mumbo. He cowered as she towered over him. She chuckled, which made Mumbo feel worse. She thought about how different he was to Grian. She figured when she first met Grian, he must have been scared for his life, but he didnât express it so pathetically.Â
âWhat are you so afraid of?â She asked. Mumbo wasnât sure how to answer. She scooped him up in her palm and brought him to eye level. Mumbo hated the feeling of her hand supporting him. He felt incredibly awkward and terrified.
âIâm not going to hurt you, little guy.â She failed to hide a smirk. She thought sheâd tease him, just a little, and maybe the rapport would ease tensions. âItâs fair enough, you know. I could totally do anything I wanted, and Grianâs not even here to help. I wonder, what exactly is it youâre scared Iâm going to do?â
âLIZZIE!â Grianâs voice shattered the growing suspense in the room. âWhat are you doing!?â Lizzie whipped around to see Grian standing in the bathroom doorway with a stern expression on his face.Â
âGrian! You missed the context! It was just a joke!â Lizzie explained in a panic. Grian wasnât having it. He could see the look on Mumboâs face.
âNot funny. Put him down. Now.â Lizzie hastily set Mumbo back down and then helped Grian back onto the table before taking a seat herself.
Grian worriedly asked Mumbo, âIâm so sorry about that. Are you alright?â Mumbo was very not alright. A lot had happened today and he was having a hard enough time as it was without Lizzie intentionally messing with him. Even so, he could recognize that Lizzieâs joke, despite being in poor taste, was just meant to be a joke. And he could clearly see from her expression that she was embarrassed.
âI-itâs fine. Iâm fine.â Mumbo lied. He brushed Grian aside and stepped closer to Lizzie. âThe truth is, I really do want to get more comfortable with this. I want to be able to talk to Scar without it sending my heart racing. But itâs still new to me and every time I look up at you or see a hand coming at me, my reflexes kick in and I go into panic mode. If anything, this is like, exposure therapy, or something. I think itâs good for me.â
âYeah, gonna expose you to a heart attack.â quipped Grian.
âHey, you didnât stutter at all during that.â Lizzie pointed out.
âI-I didnât?â Mumbo hadnât even noticed. âHa ha! I guess the exposure therapy really is working!â
Grian interjected, âThatâs great and all, but I am genuinely worried about you getting overwhelmed, Mumbo. Lizzie, hanging out like this is fine, but you have to remember the rules.â
âThe rules?â Mumbo asked.
âWhen I started to get well enough to walk again, Lizzie started letting herself get a little⌠grabby. We had to set up some boundaries. Mainly sheâs not allowed to pick me up without asking.â Grian turned to Lizzie, âThose same rules apply to Mumbo, too, okay?â
âYeah, thatâs reasonable. Iâm sorry, Mumbo. Weâre still good, right?â Lizzie held out a finger toward Mumbo. He stepped back and just looked at it, holding his hands up defensively.
âItâs supposed to be a handshake.â Lizzie clarified. Mumbo took a deep breath and slowly reached forward to shake her finger.
âYeah.â He said, âWeâre good.â
Shortly afterward Lizzie retired to bed. Grian told Mumbo that if he was willing to help him through the corridors, they could stay in his house that night. There were a couple of actual beds there, where it would be more comfortable. Mumbo agreed. Grian was excited, because it had been weeks since he had been able to sleep in a real bed. The two carefully navigated to Grianâs house. Grian almost seemed to have magically healed faster, the way he was moving about the place. He was just so excited to be back in the comfort of his own home again. He got out clean linens and prepared the guest room for Mumbo without much trouble. Soon, the two were off to sleep. This was the best sleep Grian had gotten in weeks. It was not so much the case for Mumbo.
Mumbo dreamt that he was back in Scarâs house, standing in the middle of the hallway. Scar rolled into the hallway and turned to face Mumbo.
âThere you are.â said dream Scar in a haunting distorted voice. He started towards Mumbo, who made a beeline for the nearest hole in the wall. No matter how fast he ran, he didnât seem to be getting any closer, and Scar was steadily gaining. Mumbo was stopped in his tracks by Scarâs fingers closing tightly around him and raising him up off the ground. Mumbo writhed and wriggled until he could get his arms free. He tried to rip the massive fingers off himself, but they wouldnât budge. Dream Scar reached for Mumboâs face with his other hand, grabbing him by the cheeks and positioning his head forcefully. Dream Scarâs grip on Mumbo's face tightened and tightened until, suddenly, Mumbo woke up.Â
Panting and sweating, he bolted upright. He looked over at the watch mounted to the wall. A quarter after three. Still catching his breath, he laid back down. He held his hand out in front of himself and looked at it. There was something about hands. He tilted his hand away and remembered shaking Lizzieâs hand. Well, shaking her finger. The whole night had a theme of ignoring how scared he was. He had hoped if he kept pushing past it, eventually, it wouldnât be scary anymore. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
A few hours later, a loud crash woke Mumbo suddenly. He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room to investigate. He ran into the kitchen and saw Grian standing there clutching a couple of pans, with about five more still settling on the floor.
âAre you alright?â Mumbo asked.
âSorry! I didnât mean to wake you. I was trying to be quiet but I dropped some pans.â Grian explained.
Mumbo sighed and went to help Grian clean up. Grian was scrounging around for something to make for breakfast. It had been a while since he had cooked and he was still excited about being back in the comfort and amenities of his own home. Mumbo insisted Grian sit and let him do the work. They chatted as Mumbo started picking through Grianâs pantry, tossing out things that had gone bad while he was away. Then, they heard a muffled voice shout from above.
âGrian! Where are you? Can you hear me?â Lizzie called from the living room. Mumbo and Grian looked at each other.
âYeah?â Grian called back. It felt a bit wrong to be so loud in his house. They heard a shuffling. The ceiling creaked and a little dust spilled down. Lizzieâs voice was closer now.
âIâm headed out for groceries. Did you want me to get you anything?â She asked. Grian thought for a moment.
âA pretzel?â He asked.
âPretzels. Got it. Iâll be back in a bit!â She headed off. Grian and Mumbo chuckled about the strangeness of the interaction and got back to chatting. Mumbo managed to scrape together enough food to have a bit of a disappointing breakfast. Grian was still pleased at the familiarity of the taste. He liked human food, but it was a pretty different flavor palate from what he was used to. They cleaned up and got dressed, then ventured back upstairs to meet Lizzie when she came back home. They slowly made their way through the corridors. As they neared the kitchen, they heard Lizzie come inside. Good timing. Mumbo pulled back the kitchen tile and crawled through, then helped Grian through behind him. As they walked out from behind the sugar jar, Lizzie had just finished putting the food away and was going to stow her shopping bags. She turned around and jumped at the unexpected sight of Grian and Mumbo standing there to greet her. She popped open the bag of pretzels she had just bought and handed one to Grian. He snapped it in half and offered the other half to Mumbo. Lizzie put the bag away and told Mumbo that Joel called her while she was at the shop. She told him that Joel said Scar would be coming home sometime today. She clarified that he didnât have to go right away, and if he wanted to he was welcome to stay with them until Scar arrived so he wouldnât have to be alone.
âNo,â Mumbo said with haste, âI want to be there when he gets back. Thank you so much for everything, really. I have to go.â He set his pretzel half down and scurried back into the wall without paying much attention to Grian and Lizzie bidding him goodbye. He had been kept in suspense for so long. He couldnât bear it. He had to see Scar as soon as he possibly could. He got back home and climbed onto that credenza in the hall by the front door. Time passed painfully slowly. And yet Mumbo spent two more hours sitting still as a rock, eyes locked on that door. Mind spinning.
Finally, he heard the sound of car doors on the street outside, and familiar voices. Sure enough, the door opened and Joel pushed Scar inside. Scar looked the way he usually did after longer hospital visits. He still had the hospital wristband on. He looked noticeably tired from the stress, but, most importantly, healthier. As the door shut, Mumbo stood up and shouted.
âScar!âÂ
Scar and Joel both looked at Mumbo and froze. Neither of them knew what to do. Scar wondered if Mumbo had somehow not seen Joel standing behind him. He awkwardly tried to discreetly point Joel out. Joel wondered if Mumbo had finally gotten up the confidence to introduce himself to Scar, or if he had just gone insane.
Joel tried to play along, âOH MY DAYS, ITâS A TINY MAN!â
âHe knows. You both know.â Mumbo clarified. Scar and Joel looked at each other. This only raised more questions for the two of them. The most present one for both being âsince when?â
Mumbo continued, âScar, Iâm so sorry. I-I didnât mean for this to happen. I didnât know-â
Scar cut him off, âWhat are you talking about? What did you do?â Mumbo looked at him with the biggest, saddest eyes.
âThey told me your heart got sick because you were over excited. I-It happened when I came to speak to youâŚâ Mumbo explained. Scar finally put it together.
âYou think this was your fault?â
âIsnât it?â Mumbo sniffled. Scar rolled a little closer, being careful to maintain a certain distance.
âNo, Mumbo. Youâre not the reason I got sick. I promise. In fact, if you werenât there to call for help, I probably wouldnât be here right now. You saved my life.â Scar reassured him. Mumbo stared at his shoes, processing. He looked back up at Scar.
âReally?â
âDefinitely.â There was another pause before Mumbo accepted this truth.
âCan I see your hand?â Mumbo asked without making eye contact. Scar held up his right hand.
âThis hand?â He asked.
âDoesnât matter.â Scar rolled closer to the table. Mumbo stepped back to make room and Scar laid his hand down in front of him. Mumbo put his hands around the tip of Scarâs index finger. He had been overwhelmed by emotion since yesterday. He realized that he wasnât fully sure what he was doing. Maybe this was like a hug? Whatever it was, he just knew he needed it.
âIâm really glad youâre okay.â Mumbo said. Scar smiled.
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Hi! Could you write a story where the reader and Azriel are on a mission and the reader gets hurt and Azriel takes care of her? Thank you!
Hi, thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me so long to get to it. Trigger warning for blood & violence! This is the first time in a long time that I've written a reader insert so I'm sorry if it's not good.
It was supposed to be a simple mission that shouldnât take nearly as long as it has. You and Azriel had been asked to interrogate the High Lord of the Autumn, Lord Beron. Rhysand was hesitant to send you, his little sister, but thought sending Azriel with you as your guard would help keep things from getting messy.Â
You had arrived in the Autumn court three days ago and had promptly been ignored by the Autumn King himself who happened to be too busy to see to you. Your room was promptly changed on the third night. âNo, sheâs to stay with me,â Azriel argued with the guards, putting you behind him as his gloved hand inched toward his knife. âSheâs to be moved under the King's orders. If you want to speak with him any time soon I recommend backing down.â The taller of the guards spoke. Lifting your hand, you gently place it on Azriel's leather-clad arm and his sharp gaze lands on you. âIâll be okay Az, the sooner we can speak with Beron the sooner we can go home. I can handle myself, you know that.â He takes a few deep breaths before looking you in the eye a gloved hand coming to cradle your face. âBe careful.â He whispers, low enough for only you to hear. âIâll be safe.â You assure him and his hand drops as he moves away from you. Promptly you step in front of Azriel and nod to the guards, they flank you and lead you to your new room. You knew Az sent his shadows to follow as they circled your ankles like excited puppies. Once the guards let you to your room his shadows fell back and you promptly changed into a thin red nightgown and went to sleep.Â
It was still dark when your door creaked open, eyes shooting open as you fought the drowsiness of sleep, two large figures approached your bed as you sat upright, âWhat are you doing?â You croak out as one of them pulls you from your bed, cold hands encircling your left upper arm as your bare feet hit the chilled floor. Your nightgown hardly reaches your mid-thigh providing no warmth at all to the now freezing room. âYouâll be coming with us.â The guard on your spits at you as the other guard comes to your right and grips your other arm, dragging you through the halls as you thrash, though their grip only tightens. Theyâd leave your upper arms bruised for the days to come. You cuss and try to draw attention to yourself, hoping somehow Azriel can hear you but one of the guards clamps a hand over your mouth, seeming thoroughly annoyed with how much of a fight youâre giving them. The slight chill down your back let you know Azriel's shadows had started following you providing a small comfort until suddenly they were no longer there.Â
It feels like forever that they drag you down hallway after hallway, down flights of stairs until youâre finally dropped knees first onto cobblestone flooring, causing a bite of pain in both legs. You push yourself upright and onto your feet and access the new area, cells line both sides and there are a few torches lit around you, providing a small amount of light as the door behind you shuts with a loud bang. The guards who were carrying you step in front of the door, seemingly the only exit to the chilled dungeon.
âYou and I need to have a little chat,â Beron says, leaning up against a stone pillar not even a few steps away from you. âI intended to speak with you in the morning.â You spit and he chuckles. âYes well, Iâm not too fond of your pesky little Shadow Singer so now is when will talk darling.â He strides over to you, his hand sliding under your chin to force you to look up at his menacing eyes. His hands are warm on your chin as he grips it more tightly. âWhy has Rhysand sent you both to my kingdom yet again? Iâve specifically said only you were to come if he insisted on having me questioned.â âMy High Lord wanted Azriel with me, he felt like a solo mission to see you was a bad idea. Considering the last time someone from our court came here alone they came back a step away from death's door.â He scoffs as he releases your face, taking a step back as you wrap your arms around yourself tightly to fight the cold seeping into your bones. âMaybe your High Lord should stop insulting me and listen to instructions when I tell him who to send or who is allowed to enter my kingdom.â He shrugs, looking indifferent as you back away from him trying to get as much distance between yourself and Beron as possible without getting too close to his guards. He smirks as he watches your cautious movements, he moves and grabs two wooden chairs putting them in front of each other with little space in between. He sits in one and ushers a lazed hand to the other, âCome sit and we can discuss whatever nonsense your precious High Lord would like to accuse me of this time.â You shake your head no and he rolls his eyes. He waves a hand and one of the guards moves, you try and move away from the guard but he gains on you easily, pinning your arms to the small of your back and roughly guiding you into the chair. Only letting go so he can force you down by your shoulders, another bite of pain lances from your neck and down into your arms as you sit. His rough hands donât leave your shoulders as Beron starts again. âWhat does Rhysand want now?â Your jaw clenches as you glare at him. âYour soldiers have been spotted on our border repeatedly in the past few weeks. Why are they there?â âSimple training exercise dear. Had he bothered to open the letter I sent he wouldâve known that.â âHe did respond, he told you to and I quote âfuck right off and knock off whatever bullshit youâre doing.â âAh yes that, frankly I donât care for the disrespect so I didnât count it as a proper answer, maybe I should send him a message to learn to respect me or there will be consequences.â He mulls and you fight back a flinch at his words, levelling a glare at him as he cockily smirks at you. âWho better to send that message through than his precious little sister.âÂ
 He stands in front of you as the guard moves his hands to your wrists again, pressing them harshly into the back of the wooden chair. You fight against his hold as sharp pain lances through the side of your face, once, twice a third. You lose count as your head swims and at some point, blood drips from your nose and lip, the assault on your face stops and you suck in a sharp breath before pain explodes in your chest, Beron's foot hits your left side and suddenly it's hard to breathe. You cough and sputter the metallic taste of blood pools in your mouth. Roughly, Beron grabs tightly onto your hair as he whispers in your ear âTell your precious Rhyâs that if he continues to disrespect me I will make him regret it.â He lets go and stands, leaving the room as he yells over his shoulder. âDo what you want with her boys, just donât kill her.â The door slams shut and youâre now left with the two guards.Â
The one who has been quietly at the door now approaches but just as he nears you the room falls into complete darkness, you canât see anything, but the pressure on your wrist is suddenly gone and you try to move out of the chair, falling onto the floor and hitting your head on the chair that Beron was just sitting on. A cold wisp against your face tells you Azriel is close, it brushes your hair out of the way and comfortingly strokes your cheek. Light filters back into the room and you faintly make out Azrielâs form, blue siphons catching your eyes as he quickly approaches you and crouches in front of your crumpled form. âWhere are you hurt, Little one?â You groan, the usually endearing pet name doing nothing to calm you. His black-gloved hand comes to wipe blood from your face and you wince, shying away from his touch. âHurts.â You yelp and he sighs, moving to pick you up bridal style and you cry out as sharp pain shoots through your chest, at least a few ribs being broken. Azriel slows his motions as you whimper, every small move causing extreme pain. Your arms lay limply against him as he moves, sending shadows out to clear your exit path. His lips kiss your forehead as he whispers âLetâs get you home.âÂ
The moment he starts up the stairs the pain becomes so blinding that your vision darkens. âAz.â You whisper and his concerned eyes meet yours as you fall into darkness.Â
Soft blankets are the first thing you register, the next being a warm body circling yours and you quickly fight against their hold, heart racing as you try to escape. Pain lances through your side and head as you do so, warm arms pull you closer and pin your hands against their naked golden-brown chest. Soft words finally break through your panic. âYouâre okay, youâre home. Shh Iâve got you little one, itâs just me.â Azrielâs warm and calming voice registers as you cease your attack on him, looking up youâre met with his concerned hazel eyes. âAz?â You choke out as he lets go of your hands and moves to pull you back into him. âYouâre okay, Iâve got you.â Your eyes water as you fist his shirt, trying to steady your breath as he holds you against him. His hands reassuringly rub your back, trying to soothe you as your heart rate calms down. âRhyâs, I need to speak with him-â You rush out. âNo, already taken care of, you need to rest.â His hold on you tightens slightly to keep you from getting up. âBut Beronâs soldiers-â He cuts you off. âBeing taken care of as we speak. Now will you please just let me take care of you?â You nod a simple yes and he moves, laying your back against the bed as he moves off the bed to grab salve from the nightstand. âI need to take a look at your ribs, Madja said they would take longer to heal, this should help.â You bite your lip and move to lift your shirt just under your breast. Wincing as your fingers brush over the large collection of bruising. Az moves to your side of the bed and dips two of his scared fingers into the pot and moves them down to your skin. You hiss as the cold cream touches you. âItâll be over soon I promise. Just be a good girl and let me take care of you alright?â He offers you a small smile as you nod and move to stare at the ceiling instead of him. His leathery hand moves quickly and softly against your bruised flesh as the pain begins to dull to a slight throb. âHow bad?â You whisper and Azriel sighs. â3 broken ribs, a fracture to your skull and cheek and your nose was broken. Madja managed to heal your nose and cheek, your ribs will take longer and she was worried about your head. She said you should be fully recovered in a few weeks and to expect some pain and dizziness.â He squeezes your hand and you sigh.Â
âAlso Rhyâs knows about us.â He says softly and you groan, scrubbing your face with your free hand. âPlease tell me he took it well.â âHe put me in charge of nursing you back to full health.â You look to Az confused lowering your hand back to the bed. âHe said itâs my âpunishmentâ because youâre a terrible patient.â You give a small laugh at him though it results in you wincing and closing your eyes in pain. âIâm not that bad.â âI can think of a few ways to keep you in bed anyways, Iâm not too concerned about it.â Az shoots back as heat rushes to your cheeks. âOh yeah, and whatâs that?â His lips kiss your hand, then your wrist and up your arm until he gets to your neck, softly biting the spot that makes your toes curl. You let out a breathy moan as he moves to kiss your lips, soft against your own. He pulls back slightly âSomething along those lines, Iâm sure I can find a few ways to keep you in my bed.â You smirk at him. âI think Iâm okay with that version of bed rest.â He chuckles and moves away from you. âGet some rest sweetheart.â You grab at his hand, pulling him back towards you. âCan you hold me?â You ask softly and he smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. âOf course.â He moves around you and onto his side of the bed, pulling you carefully into his side as he drapes one of his wings over the both of you. âSleep now Little one, Iâll be here when you wake.â
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Undiagnosed // Ch. 6
Mature Content 18+
Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC
Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.
Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents.
Word Count: 6.0k
Chapter 5 | Masterlist
The house was quaint. It was a simple blue color with a concrete front porch, the white railing framing it and giving it the perfect American dream look. He parked next to a small white SUV in the driveway, throwing the truck in park. I stared at the house, feeling frozen in my seat until the door opened. "C'mon, let's get you inside." He said, holding out his hand for me. I gently slipped my hand in his, getting out of the truck as he closed the door. His hand rested on my lower back as he guided me to the door. He swung the door open, guiding me inside before closing and locking it.Â
The lock made me nervous but then he smiled at me and I felt better. He walked into the living room and I slowly followed. "Babe?" He yelled out as I looked around the house, it looked bare, almost as if he was never here. "Oh hey." A soft voice said, making me look towards the kitchen. "Kelly, you remember Katie." Jake said, motioning over to me. "Yeah, I do." She gave me a small smile as she walked over to Jake. "Can I talk to you?" She asked him and he nodded. "Feel free to sit on the couch and relax." He said and I nodded as they went into the kitchen. I took notice of the sectional and the large flat screen mounted above the fireplace. I opted to sit on the edge of the couch, setting my purse next to me as I crossed my legs, resting my hands on my knees.Â
My legs bounced wildly as I picked at my nails. I knew the conversation was about me. I'd be stupid to think otherwise. I have a feeling Kelly isn't my biggest fan, and I wouldn't blame her. She saw me come out of a room with her boyfriend and it looked bad. I don't know what their conversation was after that, but I'm sure it was a tense one. I wasn't sure how long I was sitting there but a hand on my shoulder scared me, making me jump off the couch. "Just me." Kelly said as I turned to her. "Sorry. It's a reaction." She gave me a small smile. "Jake said you're in a bit of trouble." I nodded. "Well he went to shower and change. I'm cooking dinner if you want to join me." I nodded, following her. "Oh, here." She gently took my bag, hanging it on a hook in the foyer next to another bag. "That's where I hang mine. No point in carrying it all over the house." I nodded and followed her into the kitchen. "I hope you like Italian. I'm making tuscan chicken pasta." I nodded, sitting at the island. "I love it."
I watched as she cooked and felt weird. Any time Mom cooked, I was required to help. "Do you need any help?" She looked back at me. "You cook?" I nodded. "I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen." She nodded. "Cut the tomato?" I nodded, grabbing a cutting board from the counter and a knife from the knife block. We quietly got dinner together and I felt awkward. Jake invited me to live with him and now I'm standing in the kitchen with his girlfriend who I can't tell if she likes me or not. I finished the tomato and handed it to her before going to the sink to wash the knife. âHey baby.â Jakeâs voice was deep. I turned to see him with his arms wrapped around Kellyâs waist. I turned back around, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I felt like I intruded on a moment and I didnât want them to know I saw that.Â
âYou okay?â Jake asked, coming to stand next to me. âYeah.â He raised a brow at me. âYou sure?â I nodded. âPositive.â After that I just stood in the corner of the counters, staying out of the way. âCan I get in the cabinet behind you?â Kelly asked and I rushed out of the way. âIâm so sorry! Next time just shove me out of the way.â She gave me a small smile. âI wouldnât do that. Mind help me set the table?â I nodded and she handed me the plates as she got the silverware. I set the plates down, mine a little farther down. âWhyâd you set that one there?â I wanted to shrink in on myself. âI kind of feel like Iâm intruding. Figured Iâd give you two some space.â She smiled at me, sliding it closer to the end of the table. âYouâre not intruding. You were invited.â She said before disappearing into the kitchen. I stared at the table, seeing one at the head and one on either side. It reminded me of the way my mother sets the table, it felt right. âLetâs eat.â Jake said, carrying in the bowl of pasta while Kelly had the basket of bread. Jake set the food down and turned to me. âWhat do you want to drink?â He asked. âUh, water.â He turned but I stopped him. âI can get it.â He turned back to me, large hands landing on my shoulders, making me wince. âSorry.â He said, easing his grip.Â
He pulled out a chair, pushing me gently to sit in the chair. He disappeared into the kitchen as Kelly sat across from me. Soon he came back, setting a glass in front of me before sitting at the head of the table between Kelly and I. âYou want some?â He asked. âUh, you go ahead and get some.â I said. I was always used to getting my food last, so it feels weird getting it first. He nodded, getting himself some and then Kelly before I grabbed some. They started a conversation which I blocked out, not wanting them to think I was eavesdropping. âKatie?â My head snapped up from my plate, looking at Kelly wide eyed. âJake tells me youâre in law school. Have you figured out a specialty?â I nodded. âMedical law.â She nodded. âI thought you said thatâs what your parents wanted you to do?â Jake said and my face fell. âUm yeah. It is.â I said. âSo why would you do it if itâs not what you want to do?â Kelly asked. I stared down at my plate, shifting my food around not knowing what to say. âI donât know how to do anything for myself.â I couldnât say that. Tears sprung to my eyes and I took a deep breath. âMay I be excused?â I asked calmly. âUh, yeah. Why?â Jake replied, a single eyebrow raised. I didnât answer, just getting up and walking down the hallway towards the bathroom.Â
I shut the door, locking it as I leaned on the counter. Bile rose in my throat and I took deep breaths in hopes I could fight it, but I couldnât. I leaned over the toilet, retching up everything I had in my system, which was basically nothing since I hadnât eaten today. Once I was done I stood, staring at myself in the mirror. Mascara ran down my face as I sniffled. I turned on the water, wiping away the streaks on my face. I wish I had makeup wipes or something to just clean myself off. A knock startled me as I turned off the water. âKatie?â It was Kelly. âIâm fine.â I said. It took a second before she responded. âOkay. Youâll let us know if you need anything?â I nodded. âYeah.â It was a quiet response and I heard her walk away. I took a few deep breaths, sliding down the wall as more tears fell. How could I think this was a good idea? I didnât know how to be a functioning adult. What made me think I could just walk away from everything I knew and just start a new life? My thoughts plagued me for a while and I questioned going back out there but soon there was another knock on the door. âKatie. Open the door, please..â I sighed and stood, opening the door. I looked at Kelly through teary eyes and she gave me a small smile before stepping into the bathroom. âWhat happened?â I shook my head, leaning against the wall. âI was just overwhelmed. Iâm not used to all this.â She looked at me confused. âWhat do you mean âall thisâ?â I bit my lip, holding back more tears.
âI donât know how to do anything for myself.â It was a whisper but her face fell. âOh, Katie. Iâm sure you can do things for yourself. I mean, you decided this. You decided to leave, and now youâre here with us.â I scoffed. âI donât hardly know how to speak if Iâm not spoken to first.â She gave me a small smile, opting to sit next to me on the floor as I slid down the wall. âWeâll change that. Itâs going to take time to unlearn everything, but weâll figure it out. Jake didnât give me any details. He just said your parents werenât good people and you needed somewhere to go.â I wiped the tears from my eyes and she smiled at me. âI know it seems hard, but weâre all here. I know that you know if you need someone you can go to Jake, Natasha or Bradley. But you can come to me too, Katie.â I nodded, soothing myself slowly. âIâm sorry for interrupting dinner.â She shook her head. âYou have nothing to apologize for. If youâre still hungry, foods still on the table.â I nodded and she stood before helping me off the floor. I followed her back to the dining room and sat back down in my seat. Jake was gone but the food was still on the table. I ate as Kelly grabbed her plate going back to the kitchen. After a minute Jake came out and gave me a small smile. âEverything okay?â He asked, sitting next to me again. âIt is. I just got super overwhelmed all of a sudden.â He smiled at me before Kelly joined us and they spoke to me while I ate.
After dinner Jake cleaned the kitchen after Kelly went home but not before stopping me. âHey, if you need me you can have Jake call me. Once you get a new phone Iâll put my number in there for you.â I nodded before she squeezed my hand, leaving for her house. While Jake finished in the kitchen I went upstairs to look at my room. It had a single dresser and a bed. It wasnât much and it felt weird to be in a room thatâs mine, but itâs not âmineâ. I heard soft footsteps behind me and turned to find Jake with some clothes in his hands. âI grabbed some of Kellyâs clothes that she keeps here. Iâm not sure if it'll fit though.â I took the clothes from him, looking at them. âYou can shower if you want.â I shook my head. âIâm super tired. So I think Iâm just going to change and go to bed.â He nodded before grabbing the door. âIâm gonna close this, if you need me my room is at the end of the hallway.â I nodded.Â
I slipped on the clothes, finding that the shorts fit, but the top did not. It was way too small. So I slipped my dress back on and walked down the hallway. His bedroom door was open, and he was laid back in bed flipping through tv channels. âYou okay?â I bit my lip, not sure how to tell him. But it was like he read my mind. âDid the clothes fit?â He asked and I shook my head. âI mean, the shorts did. But the shirt was too small.â He got up, getting into his dresser and pulling out a white shirt and tossed it to me. âTry that.â He said as he crawled back in bed. âThank you.â I squeaked before going down the hallway. I knew I got on his nerves, otherwise he wouldnât have tossed the shirt at me. I slipped the shirt on once I got back to my room and looked down at it. It was an old Top Gun shirt and it came down to the tops of my thighs. A blush flooded my cheeks as I looked at the shirt, realizing it belonged to Jake. I set my dress on the dresser and walked over to the bed, pulling the covers down and crawling in it. I was about to lay back but a knock on the door startled me. âCome in.â I said quietly and the door opened. âThe shirt work?â He asked, looking at me as he leaned on the doorframe. I nodded, messing with the hem of it. âIt did.â He nodded, giving me a small smile. âWell I do have work in the morning, so Iâm going to bed. I usually get up around four and go for a run so Iâll be quiet and try not to wake you.â I nodded. âFeel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge and really anything in the house. We can go get you some clothes when I get off work tomorrow.â I just nodded and he smiled at me. âNight, darlinâ.âÂ
âGoodnight.â With that he gently closed the door and once again I was left alone in the dark room. I looked out the window seeing the moon and stars, the only thing illuminating the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest, leaning back on the wall. I sat in the silence, the thoughts in my head louder than ever. My parents are either at home, celebrating me being gone, or theyâre pissed and searching for me. I turned my attention to the covers, white just like the ones I had in my room back home. âHomeâ for a place that felt like a living hell. It was also the only place I could ever consider home. Being here, in Jakeâs house, it felt wrong. Like I wasnât supposed to be here. In all actuality, Jake probably felt sorry for me and felt like he had to offer me a place to stay. One thing I learned growing up, is people donât just do nice things without expecting something in return. What would Jake expect from me? I thought about it. Maybe he wanted someone who would keep his place clean while he was at work. For the most part thatâs what my mom did. She didnât work. She was basically a glorified house cleaner who got expensive jewelry and designer clothing.Â
I didnât want to be like my mother. She ruined me, I know she did but it was so weird to have someone be nice to me. I was used to cruel words and being forced to do things I didnât want to do. But I like to think it was making me a stronger person. I donât know where to go from here. Do I stay here for a while or do I find something else to do with my life? At least with my parents I knew what each day held. School, studying on base, making dinner. The unknown was terrifying and the thought of it had tears running down my face. What if my parents wanted to find me? They never seemed to care about anything other than their image and a run away daughter would not be a good look. I looked down at the shirt, rubbing the soft material between my fingers. I felt restless and decided to get up. I looked at the empty walls in the hallway before making my way downstairs. I went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and getting some water. As I did I took notice of the kitchen. It looked like Kelly did most of the stuff in here. You could tell it had a feminine touch. As I looked around, my eyes wandered to the living room. There was a table I hadnât paid attention to. It held a few awards as well as pictures. There was one of him and Bradley shaking hands, one with his team and a few others, including one in his dress blues. I remember every time my dad added a new award to the mantle, there used to be an abundance of pictures up there, but over the years those have dwindled away only to be replaced with awards only. I saw a few that my dad also had, it made me think that if Jake never apologized my dad might try to get me to go out with him.Â
Then a thought crossed my mind. What if my parents found out Iâm with Jake? My father would ruin him in more ways than one. The thought hit me like a runaway train. You'll ruin his career, Katie. You'll ruin his life. He could lose everything. His job, his house, his truck. Literally everything if my father wanted to make that happen. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock, seeing it said one-thirty. Iâve been up for hours, letting my thoughts eat me alive. I decided to go back upstairs and into my room. As I walked in, I looked at my dress, neatly folded on the dresser. If my father ruined Jake, he would surely hand me back over to my parents. He would blame me for everything and in turn, Bradley and Natasha might feel the same way. Was my freedom really worth losing the few friends I had? It wasnât. I rushed to the dresser quietly, pulling off the clothes Jake gave me and slipping my dress back on. I knew Jake would be mad at me for leaving, but he would understand once I told him why. I couldn't let him lose everything because of me. I went to walk out the door, but turned back to the bed, deciding to make it so he wouldn't have to clean up after me and I left the clothes neatly folded on the bed. I grabbed my shoes and my bag, quietly going downstairs and into the kitchen where I found a notepad. I wrote him a note explaining everything and that I appreciated what he did for me. With tears in my eyes I quietly opened his front door, reaching in and locking the bottom lock before closing it. There was no going back now. I couldn't change my mind. I walked off his front step, opting to carry my heels versus walking in them.Â
Jakeâs little neighborhood was off a main road, one that I was very familiar with so finding my way home was easy but it would be easier if I had my glasses. It just took me an hour to get there and once I reached my neighborhood, I cursed my parents for buying a house on a hill. I stopped a few feet away from the driveway, seeing the living room lights were still on, which was odd since my father was a stickler for leaving lights on. My car was backed into the driveway so I knew they picked it up and brought it home. I slowly walked up the walkway towards the door, hoping that by some crazy coincidence the door was unlocked and I wouldn't have to knock. I grabbed the door handle and a shadow passed by the large picture window in front of the house, the curtains only producing a silhouette but I knew from the height it was my mother. I gently and slowly twisted the door handle and found it locked. Tears sprung to my eyes realizing I would have to knock but I didn't have a choice. I couldn't go back to Jake's and I had nowhere else to go. Who knows if my parents even want me back?
I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently knocked on the door. Within seconds I heard rushed footsteps and the door swung open to reveal my mother. Her hair was a wreck and her face was pale and splotchy as if she'd been crying. "Katie!" She screamed, yanking me into her arms. I was startled by the hug, it wasn't something my mother did with the exception of one or two times. She pulled me inside and shut the door. "Honey! Katie's home! Our Katie came back!" She yelled up the stairs as tears fell from her eyes. "Oh thank God!" She yelled, hugging me again. Thunderous footsteps caused me to launch myself out of her arms, slamming my back into the wall as my father rushed towards me. Without saying a word he pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly as his shoulders shook. "Why did you leave?" He was crying. "You've had us scared to death! Not knowing where you were. Why did you leave?" The sadness in his voice was clear as day. I immediately felt bad, knowing that I worried them. "I was upset and thought I could make it on my own." I answered.
"Katie, sweetie. We've told you before, you can't make it without us." Mom said, squeezing my hand as my dad held me. "I know. I know that now." She smiled at me all teary eyed. "You hungry?" I nodded. "A little." She grabbed my hand, gently pulling me into the kitchen and having me sit down at the table, my dad across from me. "Where did you go?" He asked and I froze. "I um, just walked. But then it got late and I realized I had nowhere to sleep." He nodded, sitting back in his chair. "Guess I really can't make it on my own." Mom agreed as she set a bowl in front of me. It had what looked like rice, chicken and vegetables in it. "I told you." Mom said quietly as she sat down next to my dad. "The world is harsh and cruel, keeping you here keeps you safe and we can set you up for an easy life. That's why we put you in Law school." I nodded as I ate some of the food. "I know." They were acting out of character, but maybe my leaving made them realize that they actually do care about me and that the way they treat me isn't right.Â
Once I was done eating mom washed the bowl and I went upstairs and put my pajamas on. I looked at where my fish tank was, the broken glass a clear reminder of what happened. A body in my doorway startled me, my dad towering over everything. "I uh⌠I should apologize about the fish tank and your glasses. My temper got the best of me." So many alarms were ringing in my head. My dad has never apologized to anyone, especially me. "We haven't been the best parents to you over the years, but you leaving made us realize that." He said and mom walked in, stepping by him and sitting next to me on the bed. "But that changes starting now." Mom took my hand, making me flinch but she just smiled and held my hand in both of hers. "We're so sorry for everything we've done to you. Can you ever forgive us?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks and I looked between her and my dad, deciding to be honest with them. "It'll take some time, and effort. But I'm willing to try." She smiled, standing up and leaning over to kiss my cheek.
"We love you." My dad came over and kissed my forehead before they walked towards the door. "Sweet dreams." Mom said before she shut the door. It was dark in my room, but I was comfortable here. At least, as comfortable as I can be after all that. They were acting differently, but they really seemed to want to try and do better, and maybe by giving them the opportunity, our relationship would be better. Tomorrow morning, when I get up, Iâll see if they would agree to some boundaries, something to give me just a little more freedom. A small smile settled on my face as I laid back in my bed, pulling my covers up. When I get up in the morning, I'll ask for my phone and text Jake and tell him everything. He'll be happy to know my parents are trying to be better. With that thought, I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of how much better my life would be.Â
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I sat up in bed when my alarm went off, quickly turning it off so it wouldn't wake Katie. I quietly got up, putting on some shorts and lacing up my shoes before quietly heading downstairs. I stopped at the guest room door, seeing it was open when I know I closed it last night. Maybe she opened the door? I leaned in to look and make sure Katie was still asleep and my heart fell when I saw the bed. It was empty and made up. The clothes I loaned her were neatly folded at the end of the bed. My head snapped to the dresser seeing her dress was gone and her heels werenât on the floor anymore I rushed over, yanking open the drawers in hopes she just put her dress in there but all of them were empty. âKatie?â I yelled, rushing downstairs in hopes she was down there. âKatie!â I yelled realizing she wasnât in the living room. I rushed into the kitchen, nothing. But then I saw the note.Â
Jake,Â
Thank you for everything youâve done. But I donât know what I was thinking. It was the heat of the moment and I was so angry with my parents. You presented me with an opportunity and I took it and I am so grateful for that. But sitting alone in the dark, my thoughts raced and I realized something. If my dad found out I was with you, heâd ruin you. Youâd lose everything Jake and I couldnât live with myself knowing I was the reason you were in ruins and lost anything, especially your career. You worked hard to get where you are, and Iâm not worth losing that over. So I decided to go back home. I know youâre going to be angry with me for a while, but I couldnât cost you everything and have you hate me for the rest of your life. Iâd rather you be mad at me for a while and still be a friend. Iâll see you on base, Jake. Iâll text you in the morning to let you know I made it home.
Love, Katie
âNo. No.â I ripped up the note, rushing for the front door to see the deadbolt was unlocked, but the knob itself was. She walked out of the house and made sure the door was locked. I threw the door open stepping outside in hopes she got up just minutes before me but the streets were empty and it was still dark. She walked the whole way home. There was no way she took a car, she didnât have a phone to get an uber or a lyft. âOh my god.â My fingers went through my hair, stress pumping through my veins. God knows what her parents did to her when she got home, if she even made it home. I rushed back inside, calling Rooster as I paced around my living room. âWhatâs wrong? You never call me this early.â âKatieâs gone.â I blurted out. âKatie? Sheâs probably in that hell hole at her parentâs house. What do you mean sheâs gone?â I bit my lip, realizing I never told him or Phoenix. âYesterday, she was really upset and she wanted out. So I offered for her to stay here.â I heard rustling on the other end. âAre you telling me that Katie stayed at your house last night?â I nodded. âShe said she wanted to go, so we rushed out through the hangar and she got in the truck and we just drove off base.âÂ
âHoly shit.â âRooster, I put her to bed in the guest room and I woke up and sheâs gone. The clothes I gave her were folded up, her dress and shoes were gone and I have a note sitting here on my counter that says she went back to her parents.â I slid down the wall, my head falling back against it. âRooster man. What if she didnât even make it home? She left in the dark and walked. What if she never made it?â The thought of her not making it home scared me because there were a million other things that couldâve happened. âOkay, hereâs what youâre going to do. Go about your day normally. When it comes time for her to show up on base, weâll see if she shows up. If not, weâll go from there but if she does then we know sheâs okay.â I scoffed. âYou want me to wait ten hours before doing anything?â It was harsh, but I couldnât wait that long. âIf we do anything beforehand, it shows that you know she was gone and Commander Blair will know you had something to do with her leaving. If he ties you up in anything, you canât help her.â I knew he was right, I knew he was. But I wanted so badly to go to her parents house and kick the door in. âOkay. Okay. But Rooster, if she doesnât show up-â âWeâll figure out a plan.â I nodded. âJust go on your run and get ready for work.â He said and I sighed, getting up. âOkay, Iâll see you later.â I said before hanging up, walking out my front door.Â
The day dragged by and I only wanted to be in the air to pass the time, but of course I had to be in the hangar for a while. I kept checking my phone, for the time and Katieâs text. She never texted me this morning like she said she would. Phoenix and Kelly are both trying to reassure me that she just forgot but something isnât sitting right with me. Around the time she would arrive, Phoenix and Rooster followed me to the rec room and my face fell when I didnât see her. âMaybe she got tied up in her dadâs office.â Rooster said and we all agreed to sit on the couch and wait. We had plenty of time. After about ten minutes Coop and Blake appeared in the doorway, shaking Commander Blairâs hand with a smile. Finally they turned and walked into the room. âIt was only a matter of time.â Coop said with a smirk. âWhat are you two assholes smirking about?â Natasha asked. âFinally got rid of that bitch Katie.â Coop said and I stood, glaring at him. âWhat did you say?â Rooster stood as well, placing a hand on my shoulder. âSheâs no longer allowed on base. Apparently you three were too much of a distraction for her. I mean, Iâll miss giving her a hard time but itâll be nice to finally have peace and quiet.âÂ
âYou call what you did a hard time?â He gave me that annoying smirk and I wanted to punch it off his face. âNot my fault she couldnât take a joke.â I pulled my fist back until a smaller hand caught my arm. âHangman!â Phoenixâs voice stopped me and I turned to see she was the one holding my arm. âHeâs not worth it.â I glared at him, knowing she was right. But I still wanted to hurt him. "Let's go. Mav has some paperwork for us." They hauled me out of the room and I yanked myself free. "What the hell kind of paperwork does Maverick have for us?" I asked and Rooster laughed. "He doesn't. We just had to get you out of there." I scoffed, following them towards the hangar. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "We figure out what the hell happened to Katie. It's not unlikely that Commander Blair barred her from base, but I want to find out for myself." Phoenix said. "It's not gonna be easy." Rooster responded and I sighed. "No one said it would be."
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I woke up to the sun shining in through my window, blinding me as I opened my eyes. I hate that my room caught the morning sun. I closed my eyes, rolling onto my back as I took a deep breath. Everything would change today and my relationship with my parents would be better. I laid there in the silence until a loud whirring outside my door startled me. I shot up in my bed, looking at my door as my heart thudded in my chest. I slowly got up when the noise stopped and I made my way to the door, pressing my ear to it. The noise started again and I jumped back. I grabbed the door handle, attempting to twist it and it didn't move. I looked down and noticed the lock that was usually on my door handle was no longer there.Â
I yanked on the handle, hoping to pull it open but I stopped when there was a click and it opened slightly. I could see my dadâs face on the other side and he glared at me, but what caught my attention even more was the silver chain crossing in front of his face. "Daddy? What are you doing?" I asked. "Making sure you never leave this room again." He said before slamming the door and locking it from the outside. "No!" I grabbed the handle but it wouldn't budge. "Why are you doing this?" I asked as I cried, the tears immediately coating my cheeks. "Because if we can't control you, you give us no choice than to keep you here. I will not let you ruin this family!" He yelled and I rested my forehead on the door. "What about last night?" I asked. It was quiet for a moment before the lock clicked and the chain moved.Â
My mother quickly walked in as I sat up, her back resting against the door. "You are an ungrateful little shit. Do you really think we meant anything we said last night? If we hadn't acted the way we did, you would've tried to leave again. It was easier to get you up here and get the lock on while you were asleep." I furrowed my brows. "How did you know I'd come home?" She just laughed. "You can't survive without your father or I. I knew you'd be back, it would only be a matter of time." I was growing angry. At my mother for doing this, at myself for allowing it. "You're a royal bitch." I snapped. Her hand shot out, smacking me in the face. I should be used to it by now but it still caught me off guard.Â
"I'm done with the disrespect! This is why we're locking you in here! Because you're an awful daughter! We can't deal with you anymore, but we won't let you ruin this family!" She yelled before grabbing the door handle. "Have fun staring at the same four walls for the rest of your life." I jumped up and she shut the door, locking it and putting the chain on. I pulled on the handle, hoping it would open. I started to panic, knowing she would make good on her words. I would spend my life in here if she thought that was right. "LET ME OUT!" I screamed, pounding on the door, hoping somehow I would knock it down. "You can't keep me in here!" I sobbed. I finally stopped beating on the door when my hands started to bleed. "Let me out. Please, let me out!" I cried as I slid down the door. "You can't do this to me! Let me out!"
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