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cailinsblog · 12 days ago

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Protecting Her Hear | macklin celebrini

Macklin celebrini x reader

It was a crisp December evening in San Jose, and the SAP Center was buzzing with excitement as fans filled the stands for the Sharks’ home game against the Chicago Blackhawks. Among the sea of fans in the lower bowl, one face stood out. Y/N, wearing her favorite Macklin Celebrini jersey, was settled into her seat, a smile lighting up her face as she watched her boyfriend skate out onto the ice. The young NHL star was having an incredible season with the Sharks, and every game felt like a new chapter in their story.

Macklin had grown close to Y/N ever since their high school days, and even though his hockey career had launched him into the public eye, he always made time for her. She was his constant, the calm in his otherwise hectic life. They had spent so many nights at games, watching his teammates and feeling the rush of the crowd, but tonight was special. It was their first time attending a Sharks game as an official couple, and Y/N couldn’t have been more proud.

As the game progressed, Y/N found herself engrossed in the action, her eyes glued to Macklin, who had already made a couple of incredible plays. She was cheering and clapping along with the rest of the crowd, completely unaware of the man who had stumbled to her seat.

The man was probably in his late twenties, and from the faint smell of alcohol, Y/N could tell he had been drinking for a while. At first, he lingered in the aisle near her, watching the game without much attention to her. But then, he began leaning closer, and Y/N noticed him trying to strike up a conversation.

“Hey there, you enjoying the game?” he slurred, his voice far too loud for the crowded arena.

Y/N gave him a polite smile, not wanting to cause a scene. “Yeah, I’m here with my boyfriend. He’s playing tonight.”

“Oh? You’re with him?” The man seemed to squint as if it was hard for him to fully process the information. “Which one is he?”

“Macklin Celebrini,” Y/N replied, gesturing toward the ice where Macklin was skating along the blue line.

The man’s eyes flickered toward the ice, then back to Y/N. He leaned in closer, his breath heavy with the stench of alcohol. “You know, you’re way too pretty for a guy like him. You could be with someone better. What are you doing with a hockey player? They’re all the same.”

Y/N’s smile faltered, her discomfort starting to rise. She wasn’t sure what the man was getting at, but his presence was beginning to feel overwhelming. She shifted in her seat, trying to subtly create space between them. “I really don’t think that’s something I want to talk about,” she said firmly, hoping he would take the hint.

But the man, clearly not catching on, continued to stand too close, his words becoming more inappropriate. “You don’t have to be so uptight, sweetheart. It’s just a game. No need to be all serious.”

At that moment, Y/N felt her anxiety spike. She could feel her hands tense up, and her heart began to race. She didn’t want to make a scene, but she also didn’t want to just sit there and take it. She stood up, trying to move toward the aisle, but the man blocked her path.

Before she could say anything, she felt a presence behind her.

“Macklin, please!” The man said, raising a hand in a dismissive manner. “I’m just talking to your girl.”

But Macklin’s face was a picture of intense focus as he skated toward the bench for a quick line change. His eyes immediately locked onto Y/N and the man in front of her. He could see the discomfort in her expression. He had been scanning the crowd between shifts and had noticed the scene unfolding. In an instant, his protective instincts kicked in, and he pushed off from the bench, his skates slicing through the ice as he rushed toward the exit.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw Macklin’s figure approaching the stands. She felt a wave of relief wash over her, but she also didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. However, Macklin had already seen enough.

The moment he reached the barrier separating the stands from the ice, he hoisted himself up effortlessly, his hands gripping the railing. He made his way directly to Y/N, his gaze laser-focused on the man who was still standing too close to her.

“Hey,” Macklin’s voice was calm, but it held an unmistakable edge. “Back off. Now.”

The drunk man blinked, his brain taking a moment to process the situation. But when he saw Macklin’s face, his expression changed. He had clearly recognized the player, but the alcohol still clouded his judgment. “What? Are you gonna tell me what to do now? I’m just talking to your girl,” he sneered.

Y/N could feel the tension in the air, but she was grateful that Macklin was there. She took a step back, not wanting to escalate things further, but also not wanting to be in the middle of it. Macklin’s gaze softened as he turned toward her.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, his hand reaching out to hold hers. His eyes searched hers, full of concern. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone with him. I should’ve been more aware.”

Y/N nodded, a small, shaky smile on her face. “I’m fine, Mack. Thank you for coming over, though. I… I didn’t know what to do.”

Macklin squeezed her hand, the warmth of his touch grounding her. He turned back to the man, who was now visibly shrinking under Macklin’s glare.

“I don’t care what you’ve had to drink, but if you don’t leave my girlfriend alone, we’ll be having a much bigger problem,” Macklin said, his tone firm and unwavering.

The drunk man staggered back, his bravado faltering as the reality of the situation set in. Without another word, he turned and stumbled away toward the exit.

Macklin turned back to Y/N, and his expression softened. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Y/N nodded, her heart still racing but now filled with gratitude. “I’m okay. I’m just glad you were here.”

Macklin smiled, his hand still holding hers. “I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N. You mean the world to me.”

They shared a tender moment, the chaos of the situation fading into the background as Macklin pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go back to our seats. The game’s not over yet, and I think we could use some popcorn,” he said with a wink.

As they made their way back to their seats, Y/N leaned her head on Macklin’s shoulder, feeling safe and cared for. The rest of the game continued, with Macklin playing as if nothing had happened, but Y/N knew better. She knew that her boyfriend would always protect her, no matter what.

And as the final buzzer sounded, signaling a Sharks victory, she felt a sense of warmth, not just from the win, but from the love and protection that Macklin had shown her. She was lucky to have him in her life, and she knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would face them together.

#hockey #nhl #nhl x reader #fanfic #macklin celebrini x reader #macklin celebrini #san jose sharks #san Jose #nhl x y/n #nhl x oc #nhl x you #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players #nhl fluff #nhl hockey

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tumbleweed-run · 1 year ago

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Stand Still

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober day 5: sweat

You lay on your bedroll idly watching the clouds roll by above you. There were about three thousand things you should be doing right now but the message that you should get up was not actually traveling from your brain to your body. You were tired. Tired in a way that made it likely you’d end up curling up where you lay, armor and all, and falling asleep.

There were still a few days until you reached Baldur’s Gate even at the breakneck speed you were all traveling at. Normally the first in the group, leading the way, but today after lunch you’d ended up falling behind. Your legs ached and between the pace your companions were keeping, the sun, and your armor you were sweating.

Eventually, the distance between the new head of the pack, Karlach, and the last of you grew large enough that new safety concerns were brought up. The road had been forgiving so far in terms of ambushes but that didn’t mean you could let down your guard. So it had been decided with only minimal fuss from Lae’zel that you would make camp even though the sun was still high in the sky.

A shadow passed over your face and you started, your eyes which you hadn’t realized you’d shut flew open. You sighed in relief to see Gale standing above you, body blocking the sun from your face.

“Need assistance?” He asked one hand wildly gesturing towards you.

Your eyebrows scrunched together until you realized he was referring to your armor. “I need a week's rest and a bath,” you groaned as you sat up.

“Unfortunately I cannot help you with the former, the latter however,” Gale began as he offered a hand to help you up,” there’s a stream not far off. In fact, Shadowheart is just back from washing up.

You took his hand and allowed yourself to be pulled to standing. Glancing over his shoulder you saw that Shadowheart had indeed bathed, long dark hair hanging damply around her.

You sighed heavily, “not the warm soak I was hoping for but it will suffice.”

There was a quick stop at Gale’s tent to gather soaps and fresh clothing. There you also pulled off your armor leaving you standing in just your breeches and undershirt. Despite the warmth of the day you shiver slightly as a light breeze caressed all the places where your shirt was stuck to your body with sweat.

The stream was perhaps closer in size to a small, slow-moving river. The water was clean and clear with plenty of brush and trees obscuring banks from the camp beyond. There were large rocks jutting from the water, smooth and worn from times when the water had breached its boundaries.

Eagerly you pulled off your boots and seated yourself on a rock, feet dangling into the cool water below. You hadn’t bothered to roll up the bottoms of your pants and the water was slowly soaking up them to your knee. It didn’t matter, everything was going to need to be washed anyway.

The sun was briefly blocked again as Gale joined you on your rock. He sat behind you, legs bracketing yours. Though he’d taken the time to shove the ends up to the bend of his knees. You idly watched his leg hair dance in the current as he shifted behind you to find a comfortable spot.

Without thinking, you leaned back against him seeking to take advantage of these few extra moments of rest. You winced and scrambled to sit back up when the dampness of your shirt met with his relatively dry one.

“Sorry, I should probably actually bathe before trying to cuddle,” you apologized.

One of Gale’s arms snuck around you, pulling you flush against him. “I will have you any way you’ll let me,” he said pressing a kiss behind your ear.

A giggle forced it’s way from your mouth.

He sighed, theatrically behind you, heaving shoulder jostling you. “I did not mean it that way,” he grumbled.

“I know,” you assured, raising a hand and squeezing his arm that was still drawing you back against him.

“Although,” Gale’s voice was teasing though he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

You laughed again, “aways so kind, even when I’m gross.”

“You are far from gross,” Gale argued and then as if to make a point you felt his tongue trace a quick path from just below your ear to the collar of your shirt.

You ineffectively attempted to squirm away, but he held you tight.

“How many times must I remind you that I am quite fond of your musk,” he mumbled, mouth still pressed against the skin of your neck.

“I wonder if that stretch of celibacy got to you,” your turn to tease now.

Gale chuckled, the force of it vibrating against you. “You, my love, are what’s gotten to me,” he insisted pressing a kiss to your skin.

His arm finally dropped from where it held you to your thigh, kneading into the muscle gently.

“Gale, in daylight?” You gasped in mock affront.

Another chuckle and this time you found yourself arching to neck to allow his lips more space to roam.

“Perhaps I already made it clear to the others to remain in camp.” He began trailing kisses over every piece of exposed skin.

You smiled at that revelation. Maybe you should have been offended at his presumption but you weren’t. Gale frequently went out of his way to ensure your privacy even when it didn’t benefit him.

His hand had traveled up your thigh, fingers gently playing with the laces. You rested your hand on his before plucking the tie open. Taking that as his permission Gale quickly loosened them before diving his hand inside.

He didn’t bother trying to get beneath your smalls, instead opting to rub against you over them. Your legs spread almost instantly, one leg hooking over the top of his.

“Fuck,” you moaned arching your hips up against his hand. You an arm snaked around the back of his head, holding him into your neck as you rocked. Gale didn’t protest. Instead, he alternated between pressing gently sucking kisses and lapping small stripes with the tip of his tongue.

With each rock of your hips you felt him hardening against you which only spurred you on. He was absolutely insane the sole rational part of your brain suggested, finding you attractive in this state. It didn’t matter though, his body wasn’t lying and you couldn’t help but love him for all his oddities.

Gale withdrew his hand and you moaned at its loss.

“Up,” he insisted patting the side of your hip.

Reluctantly you let him go and stood, twisting so you could brace your hand on his shoulder as you did. When you were standing he guided you, with an impatience you couldn’t help smile at, to turn so you were facing him.

He was quick to help you shimmy from your breeches, glaring at you only a little as you both struggled with the damp legs. They were briskly discarded in the direction of the bank though you didn’t know if they’d actually made it. Your smalls were next to be shimmied down and then tossed. Until you were left standing naked from the waist down before him.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled until you were straddling him so close you could feel his puffs of breath on your cunt.

“Shit,” you breathed, hand instinctively clutching at his hair.

He balanced you with both hands on your ass, forearms bracing your thighs as he drew you in to close the gap. Gale’s mouth was on you with no further warning, tongue darting out to press between your folds. He was lapping everywhere not just your clit where you desperately wanted him. You wanted to drag him there but the way his fingers flexed against your ass told you he wasn’t going to allow you to direct this.

That final ration part of your brain, the one slowly suffocating as the words Gale and please became the only things you could thing, realized you were standing precariously on a rock. One wrong move and you’d go flying into the water below. At least it was deep enough you weren’t likely to get seriously hurt if you did.

Gale’s teeth ghosted across your clit causing all other coherent thoughts to flee from your brain. You were reduced to moans and whimpers as you ineffectively rocked your hips against his face begging him to do it right. You knew he could have had you coming by now which meant he was torturing you for fun.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Then he drew back. You seriously considered violence until your eyes met his. He held your gaze for a moment before slowly leaning back in, continuing to watch you. When his tongue pressed between your folds this time, he was serious. He alternated between sucking at your clit and pressing maddening circles around it with his tongue until you were all but trying to climb onto his face.

When your orgasm rolled through you, hands gripping into Gale’s hair to keep his face in your cunt, you shouted loud enough it was likely those back at camp heard. Your thighs shook until you collapsed. Gale skillfully guided you down so you were straddling his lap.

“I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll die,” you threatened through your panting, pussy clenching around nothing still. You needed him inside you.

“Insatiable,” Gale laughed as he quickly undid his own trousers.

There was a few moments of awkward shifting as you refused to leave his lap but needed his pants pushed down. When finally his cock sprung free you grasped it greedily, shuffling forward on your knees. Gale realized what you were doing too late, hand reaching your hips to stop you as you already slid down on him completely.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, you’re too impatient,” he chastised hands pinning your hips to his, forcing you to give yourself time to adjust.

You rolled your eyes at him, you’d been so wet there’d been hardly any resistance when you lowered yourself. Now you wanted to rock, you wanted so badly to fuck yourself on him that you were growing frustrated with him.

Maybe it was the low growl that rolled from your throat that got him to release your hips, or maybe he too was finally growing impatient. But he released you and almost immediately you raised up on your knees just to sink back down his full length again.

As you selfishly sought to continuously fill yourself with him, not interested in finding a rhythm yet, Gale set to work divesting you of the rest of your clothes.

“Gods,” he groaned pressing a kiss to one of your nipples, “I cannot wait to take you home and make you ride my face for hours.”

The image that took up residence in your brain had your hips stuttering, suddenly now interested in finding a rhythm that would please both of you. His hands went to your hips in an effort to aid you this time and you let him guide you.

He buried his face between your breasts, tongue tracing strange patterns. Curious you looked down and realized you’d begun sweating again and he was chasing the little beads that had dripped down your chest. You groaned hips rolling.

“You’re insane,” you told him breathily.

For once Gale had no response. He did allow his mouth to wander until his lips found your nipple again. He pulled it into his mouth and you moaned, head falling back. Your hand came to rest at the back of his neck, anchoring both of you.

In that moment you could almost forget the tadpoles, the elderbrain, and the dead three. You could just exist in this space with Gale, his fingertips digging ever so slightly into your hips with each thrust, the sun beating down on your closed eyes. You wanted to remain here, like this, forever.

The coiling in your belly quickly reminded you that moments never lasted.

“Fuck, Gale, please,” you whined not sure what you were asking for.

He understood nonetheless. He took over then, fucking up into you. Hips snapping into yours in earnest. Each time it seem his cock buried deeper into you. You cried out pressing a hand between the two of you, fingers immediately going to rub against your clit.

“Shit,” you cried, second orgasm crashing into you almost instantly. You lost balance toppling forward onto Gale. He held you tight, hips bucking up into you wildly now. With a groan he came, pulsing inside of you.

After a moment he laid back in a move that was more of a collapse, bringing you with him. He tilted his hips in an effort to stay inside of you as you laid against his chest. Both of you trying to catch your breath.

#gale x reader #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #kinktober 2023 #did we really think i was going to choose anything but sweat?#come on the man likes your musk and tells you he reads smut after a battle #was there ACTUALLY any doubt

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twst-drabbles · 8 months ago

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Malleus 16

Summary: Class has ended and you’re ready to eat for lunch, but everyone has stopped at the door. Turns out Malleus was there, and he craves affection.

(Wanted to write about kisses. And then Malleus popped into my head. So here you go!)

“Um, hey, Prefect?” Oh, well would you look at that, it’s Deuce speaking up this time, “Can I… copy your notes again? Please?”

“Yeah, I really couldn’t pay attention,” Grim tapped his paws on your desk, like that’ll somehow endear you to him, “besides, the board is so far away.”

You and your group are two seats away from said board.

“Yeah, come on,” Ace laid an arm across the back of your seat, “do us a solid, yeah? You know you want to. Can’t resist the call of enlightening our tiny little brains.”

“What are you gonna give me?” You closed your notebook just so Ace and Deuce don’t have a chance to look at your notes. “I’ve been saving your asses for the past two weeks. You gotta give me something.”

“Hehe, that’s my minion! If you want a fast pass, you need to give us reparations in tuna!” He cheered, once more using ‘we’ as soon as he thinks he’s getting something.

“You have to pay too, Cat.”

There will be no ‘we’ this time.

“What?! Why?!”

You tried tutoring them in the past but having Ace, Deuce and Grim all in the same room for more than ten minutes always leads to either an argument breaking out, a bunch of whining, or just general chaos because one or more people tried to slip out of trouble.

Yeah, yeah it’s partially your fault for losing patience and just giving up on them, but you’d think they’d at least pay attention long enough to take notes.

They’re right there! On the board!

They have no excuse and they have to at least pay you back for this emotional trouble.

Was this petty? Yes, very. You don’t care right now. You want a treat. Or money. Or both!

“Huh, ah, well,” Deuce got sheepish and reached into his pockets, “I have gum.”

“No.” He has disappointed you. An unworthy treat for your notes.

“How about I only eat three-fourths of your food this time?” Suggested Grim.

“My treat is me giving you more of my food?” And you don’t even give it, he just steals it!

Grim hissed. He was probably hoping you didn’t know fractions. But, good on him for finally learning. Shame his first thought was to try and trick you with it.

“Okay guys, you all know that’s not what the Prefect really wants,” Ace leans in, acting chummy, “how about this?”

You were given one thaumark.

“…”

“Alright listen, I need the rest to buy other things, okay?”

You got up after calmly putting your notes away. “I’m going to get lunch.”

“No wait come back!”

But, as much as you wanted to walk out and sit at the regular table while your friends slowly fill in the seats, the exit to the classroom was blocked by a cluster of murmuring and rather nervous students.

“What’s he doing here?” You heard one whisper.

“Uh, did we do something? Were we too loud?”

“I’m really hungry but…”

You are not in the mood. You tried to excuse yourself as you bumped into shoulders but you had to settle for grumbled apologies instead as you shoved yourself through.

Finally, you popped out of the other side, a little more heated and more irritable.

“There you are, Child of Man,” so goes the voice of Malleus, who stood to the side of the door, waiting. The cause of this blockage, students frozen with only his green-eyed stare. “I was kept waiting quite a while. How bold of you to do this, after the slight you made this morning.”

What?

“Wha?” Your annoyance was momentarily replaced by bafflement, but that quickly went away when your brain caught up to his words. You grumbled, “Oh, come on…”

Yeah, you’re probably not even gonna eat at the cafeteria. You’re just gonna get your food and go hide away somewhere until you cooled down.

Malleus walked forward, the surge of students all taking a collective step back as though his very air could potentially kill them.

“Well? Don’t you remember?” He crossed his arms and you were ready for that high-brow glare that comes with all people of royalty, but instead, you found an exaggerated and childish pout. “You forgot to give me my morning greeting. I felt off the entire morning, unable to focus, because I didn’t have the memory of you kissing my brow fresh in my mind.”

A hush fell over the classroom.

And then a, “Huh?!” shot out of Ace’s mouth.

You snorted, then gave out a hearty chuckle. Once you calmed down, you waved Malleus over.

“Alright, alright, get over here. Let me correct that.”

A laugh rumbled low in his throat as he tilted his head into your hand. Playfully, you lightly pinched his ear, just because his pointy ears always caught your attention. He twitched, breath hitching just the slightest bit, and you couldn’t resist the urge anymore and kissed above his brow.

Malleus’s lashes fluttered open and the sigh that escaped him reminded you of a pure-hearted maiden with a fast-beating heart. And yet, there’s nothing delicate about the way he stood. If anything, the affection flowing through him made his pride more apparent. He practically glowed with that royal grace he was taught to have.

You couldn’t help yourself. You gave him an extra kiss on the corner of his lips. Malleus nearly hissed in a breath as he clamped his hand over your own, his body leaning in closer towards yours, as though he wanted to meld with you.

But, with a chuckle, you pulled away and he had no choice but to let go. Malleus was back to pouting, though this time, cheeks flushed and hair slightly messier than usual. The air around you was slightly charged with wayward magic, causing the hair on your body to stand on end. And his eyes…

Well, whoops.

“Good morning. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Better get out of here before Malleus jumps you right in this hallway.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #malleus #malleus draconia #reader insert

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dullgecko · 2 months ago

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Riz has letters written to all of his friends in case of his death.

It was 10am on a Sunday morning and The Ball wasn't answering his crystal. Normally Fabian would be in a bit of a panic but had convinced himself there were plenty of reasons their rogue wasn't picking up.

For starters they'd JUST spent the entire week helping him track down some celestial doo-dad for a case he was working on. They hadn't been given a huge amount of details, Riz apparently not allowed to share very many becasue it was top secret, but he'd given them enough that they were able to get the job done. There had been more than a few fights, an extended stay in Bastion city and even an interrogation that had left the goblin exhausted and non-verbal for hours afterwards. He probably wasn't answering because he was neck deep doing paperwork or in a meeting or something.

Either way Fabian couldn't just drop the matter, hopping on The Hangman and driving down to The Balls office at speeds that were probably just the wrong side of legal. He left the hellhound/bike to circle the block while he went and checked, just in case he needed backup, and climbed the stairs to the rogues office two stairs at a time.

He had a spare key, the only person other than Adaine trusted to hold onto it, and carefully let himself inside. The fighter on high alert just in case there was something lying in wait for him on the other side.

The office was dark, curtains drawn all the way across blocking out the light, and the goblins clue-board from this investigation was leaning up against the desk. Their rogue clearly halfway through pulling it apart so he could file away the clues and reuse the board for his next investigation.

Fabian had to wait a second for his dark vision to kick in after being outside in the sun but when it did he could see his friends crystal plugged in and charging on his desk. He couldn't see the goblin straight away though and crept into the office further to start his search properly. Finding him a few tense minutes later in the last place he expected... curled up under a blanket and fully asleep, crammed into a corner of his old couch in such a way that he wasn't visible unless you basically standing right next to him. It was neither paperwork or a meeting preventing him from answering his crystal, it was apparently the unexpected third option 'actually asleep for once'.

If he thought about it for a second it made sense, goblins were nocturnal and he hadn't slept very much during their whole little adventure. He'd probably wake up soon enough so the fighter decided to leave him be, carefully making his way across the office and lowering himself quietly into the old chair behind the desk to sit and keep watch for a while as their rogue slept.

He had to shuffle some papers off the seat before he could sit though and was now holding them awkwardly in his hand while he looked for a clear space on the desk to put them down. Not wanting to accidentally mix them up with the notes from their most recent quest that were spread out over the surface he instead started opening drawers, hoping to find an empty folder or something he could dump the paperwork into to keep it all together.

He found one in the bottom drawer, pulling it out and stuffing the papers inside before leaving them on the desk. Pausing when he went to shut the drawer again because it was full of envelopes, the top most one with his name written carefully across the front.

Fabian knew he probably wasn't supposed to see it given it was shoved in the bottom drawer but he couldn't help himself, glancing over at the sleeping goblin before pulling the envelope and the letter inside out and looking at it more carefully. It wasn't sealed, which was good because he doubted he could reseal it in a way that Riz wouldn't notice, so he pulled the letter out and unfolded it to read. The fighters mouth quirking in a fond smile when he realised the damn thing was written in code and pulling out his crystal so he could start translating it. It was one of Riz's more simple ones that he used for passing notes to his friends but it still took a little bit of work to read it, Fabian preferring to write down the text as he went on his crystal then delete it after he got the message.

//Hi Fabian.//

Okay good, if the first part was readable it usually meant he wasn't using the wrong cypher.

//If you're reading this I'm probably dead.//

That was... concerning. The fighter grimaced, glancing over at the sleeping Riz as worse case scenarios started running through his head as to why a letter would start like that. He hadn't noticed anything off with their rogue and he was really hoping it wasn't a suicide letter but now he had to continue with his snooping just in case he had to haul Riz down to Jawbone.

//I'm hoping you never do have to read this but I'm smart enough to realise it's more than likely that I'll end up going before anyone else anyway. I mean, I nearly got my head blown off by a dwarf for the crime of walking around while being a goblin and thats not even the first time that's happened. The memory of you guys making him throw himself out of a window for it has made me laugh more than once I hope you realise. Even if its not death-by-random-racist my species lifespan is still pretty sort in comparison to everyone elses, and my side job is pretty dangerous and I realise I don't have the best habits. Honestly my money is on a heart-attack before im thirty being the thing that takes me out but we'll see.

ANYWAY, I'm sorry. Even if it's not my fault for dying I'm sorry. If I was killed by someone I'm not going to tell you not to take revenge because I know you would anyway. If you do decide to there's a list of rogues hidden behind the picture of mom on my desk who would make a decent replacement for me, I've been keeping it updated fairly regularly so it should still be relevant whenever you find this letter.

I know its super morbid that I've kept a bunch of goodbye letters in a desk drawer just in case of this eventuality but one of the worst things about my dad dying is that I never got to hear him say goodbye. Didn't want to leave any of you with that sort of lingering regret so here I am, leaving my thoughts written down for you to find after the fact.

Fabian, you're super important to me. I know I say it constantly but you're my best friend and you mean a lot to me. Probably more than I'll ever say while I'm alive because I'm a coward but I can at least write it down. I love you. I'm sorry.

Take care of everyone and try not to get yourself killed too with any sort of ridiculous revenge quest.

Goodbye,

Riz~//

Fabian had to lean his head back and blink at the ceiling for a few minutes as his eye started watering, the translation on his phone getting deleted as he carefully refolded the letter and placed it back exactly how he'd found it. That was definitely something he was not supposed to have found, but he'd read it now and there was nothing he could do about it except sit with the words and hope that he'd never have to see that piece of paper again.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 2 years ago

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chapter xv - gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 4,300+

Warnings: violence, suggestions of sexual assault

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Feyre watched her boys from across their breakfast nook. Nyx was babbling happily in his father’s arms. His wings were now strong enough to reflect his emotions. They flapped lightly when he was happy – like now. They sagged when he was sad or tired. And they folded tight against his back when he was angry.

Rhys was feeding him patiently as he tried to also read reports that Azriel had dropped off late last night.

She should’ve known something was going to ruin their peaceful morning.

The front door being thrown open was so loud that they didn’t even need their fae hearing to catch it.

Cassian, Feyre and Rhysand both said into each other’s minds, while also sharing a look. Only the giant Illyrian would be so noticeably loud with his entrance.

They heard every one of his steps as he marched his way towards them.

To their surprise, Cassian opened the door to show that Azriel had been right on his heels.

“What is it?” Rhys asked seriously, knowing from their expressions alone that something was very wrong.

“Y/N is gone,” Cassian answered hurriedly.

“Gone?” Feyre repeated. She and Rhys both stood from their seats.

Nyx eyes sensed his parent’s tension and whined in his father’s arms, eyes filling with crocodile tears.

“Her room was empty when I went to escort her to her shop this morning,” Cassian explained. “Drawers were left open and her belongings were strewn about. She packed lightly, left almost everything behind.”

“Her shop hadn’t been opened for the day. Her scent was nowhere to be found there,” Azriel chimed in.

“We’ve searched all of Velaris,” Cassian added.

Rhys turned his attention to his Spymaster. “Azriel, I thought you had your shadows following her…”

Azriel bowed his head with shame. “It’s as though she…vanished. She must have cast some sort of cloaking spell.”

“Brother, can you hear her?” Cassian asked Rhys and then looked to Feyre for help on the matter as well.

But Rhys shook his head before the question was even finished. “Once she understood our daemati abilities, I believe she created an amulet to block us.” He shrugged, “Evidently, it made her uncomfortable.”

Cassian cleared his throat and took a step forward. “There’s something else you should know. But you must promise to control yourself.”

Feyre took their son from her mate.

Rhysand’s gaze darkened. “What happened?”

But Cassian stood his ground. “Promise me.”

“Fine,” Rhys cooly. “I promise.”

“Last night, Nesta told Y/N the truth about Eris.”

Feyre closed her eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

Nyx let out another whine, earning him a gentle kiss from his mother.

“Did she tell her about the deal?” Rhys asked.

Cassian shook his head.

“But we should assume she still knows – with her ability to find out information the way that she does,” Azriel commented darkly.

“Does my sister not understand the risk she took?” Feyre asked exasperated. “If something happens to Y/N while she is still within the border of Night Court, the blood oath could finally claim what its owed!”

But to everyone’s surprise, Rhysand comforted his mate. “Y/N deserved to know the truth, Feyre darling.”

“She most likely left last night,” Azriel added. “Which means she’s probably halfway to Day Court as we speak.”

“She wouldn’t try the mountains,” Cassian thought aloud. “Probably stuck to the coast this entire time. Y/N would know that’s the safest route.”

“Both of you, search the eastern shores,” Rhysand ordered.

Suddenly, Nesta burst into the room, breathing heavily. “She bought two horses. A stableboy in the city told me she was there late last night and paid him in fine jewelry.”

The males all shared a look. “If she’s on horseback, she is already in Day Court,” Cassian explained.

Feyre let out a breath of relief. Fae bonds were specific and rigid things. Rhys had promised Y/N’s safety to Eris as long as she resided in Night Court.

But that didn’t mean Feyre was done worrying about Y/N.

“How do we know she’s heading south?” Nesta challenged.

“The Mortal Lands are the only home she knows. That is where she will go,” Azriel explained quietly.

Nesta’s gaze narrowed. “But what if she is going to Eris?”

Feyre was the one who answered. “I don’t think she is, Nesta.”

Nesta exhaled, knowing her sister was most likely right. To mortals, the mating bonds of fae felt…overwhelming and somewhat terrifying. All Y/N knew was that Eris felt something toward her, something that she was completely oblivious to. It could all be so confusing.

“But what do we tell him?” Nesta asked. “What do we tell Eris?”

“We tell him nothing,” Rhysand answered curtly. “At least, not yet. We must search for her first. Otherwise, Eris could possibly lose all reason, and his father will surely be suspicious then.”

“I’m going with Azriel and Cassian,” Feyre announced.

“Elain and I will stay with Nyx,” Nesta announced.

“I will send word to Helion,” Rhysand nodded. “He be wary that we are asking about a mortal. And he will annoy me with far too many questions. But we must risk it.”

Everyone started to take their leave.

Feyre slowly handed her son to Nesta. “For what it’s worth, I believe you did the right thing telling her. I just wish you would have come to us first.”

Nesta scoffed. “All of you would have only tried to stop me.”

And perhaps she was right.

“Now, go and help them find her.” Nesta nodded towards the front door that her mate and Azriel had just left through.

But once she was alone with her nephew, Nesta began to wonder: what would they do once they found Y/N? Drag her back to Night Court? Clearly, Y/N had no desire to be here any longer. So, would they force her back? Truly make her a prisoner?

Cauldron, what must Y/N think of all of them now?

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One Week Later…

Eris had felt a weight in his stomach that had been making him nauseous for nearly a week now.

Something wasn’t right. His heart told him it was Y/N.

Eris noticed his mother’s concerned looks during the few times he’d been in the same room as her.

But his father had been keeping him so busy with last-minute commands that there was no way for Eris to sneak off to the Night Court to check on Y/N or even speak to his mother.

Now he found himself in a rare moment alone in his chambers. And he couldn’t even find the patience to sit.

Instead, he paced back and forth beside the giant fireplace.

It was storming outside, a common occurrence in Autumn Court. But as the night went on, the lightning and thunder became more frequent, more aggressive. What was it leading to?

Eris tried to think of way to sneak off without Beron or his spies noticing. Dare he even risk such a thing when his father seemed hidebound on keeping him close.

There was a tension beneath his skin, scrapping against bone and muscle. It left him restless. It left him aching.

Something was coming – whether it was coming for him, Eris did not know.

But he was pulled form him inner turmoil when a letter appeared out of nowhere and floated down, right before his very eyes.

Eris swore his heart stopped.

Surely whatever Rhysand had to say would answer this gnawing feeling Eris could not get rid of. Had Y/N been attacked again? Was she hurt? Had that bastard shadowsinger made her cry again?

Eris held his breath as he opened the letter from the High Lord.

She knows. She knows who you really are to her. And she ran when she found out. We have been looking for her for a week. She must be cloaking herself. We expect that she is heading for the Mortal Realm. Eris, we need your help. She needs your help.

Eris swore he saw red.

Y/N knew. She knew and she ran. Why would she do such a foolish thing? She was safe in the Night Court.

“Fools,” Eris hissed to himself as he scrunched up the paper in his fist and then lit it aflame, not releasing his grip until it was only ash.

All of them were fools.

What had they said o make her flee? She’d built a life for herself in Night Court. And she had abandoned it so swiftly. Was the thought of being his mate so horrific? Did Y/N think all of them would eventually force her to be with him?

Eris’ mind raced with hundreds of questions.

He had to join the search – immediately.

Suddenly, someone knocked on his door.

“Leave me be!” Eris growled.

But they knocked again, even harder this time.

Eris marched to the door, preparing to harm whoever dared disturb him.

When he threw open the door, one of Beron’s most loyal advisors stood before him.

“What?” Eris hissed.

“The High Lord requests your presence in the throne room, my lord.”

“I must decline,” Eris forced the words out.

To ignore his father’s request was to play a most dangerous game.

“The High Lord will not except a declination.”

It was a warning. Eris understood that.

What he was trying to figure out was how much he cared at this moment, when Y/N was treading through the most dangerous territory in the Fae Realms - alone!

Eris snarled before physically shoving past the advisor so harshly that he almost knocked the male off his feet.

Eris didn’t wait for his escort as he stomped to the throne room.

Whatever his father wanted, hopefully it wouldn’t take long. Then Eris could flee and find Y/n.

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“Why do you act as if you are scared?” Amren asked Rhysand.

The letter was sent.

Soon Eris would know what became of his mate.

And the Court of Dreams stood in the foyer of the River House, wracked with guilt and worry.

“I do not fear Eris,” Rhysand corrected. “But you do not understand what this will do to him: to lose one’s mate. I only fear what this will do to him.”

“She isn’t dead,” Nesta corrected him harshly, her arms crossed.

“We cannot be sure,” Feyre sighed shakily.

“Y/N is not some weakly!” Nesta defended. “She survived on her own out there years before we ever met her. She’s a Valkyrie.”

Feyre was wise enough to look guilty. She should’ve never doubted Y/N’s survival.

“Will he come here? Eris?” Cassian asked. “Or will he go on his own hunt for her?”

But before anyone could answer, all windows were thrown open.

And a tornado flew in from outside.

Rhysand went to stand beside Feyre. Cassian rushed to Nesta, blocking her from any attack. Amren and Azriel unsheathed hidden weapons.

But no one stood before them. Only wind that roared so loudly, they were all forced to cover their ears.

It screeched so harshly, that all of them fell to their knees in pain.

“Y/N NEEDS YOUR HELP! SHE IS IN GRAVE DANGER! GO! NOW! TO THE AUTUMN COURT! TO THE FOREST HOUSE!”

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Eris hid his surprise when he found that the throne room was filled with courtiers. It was far too late in the night for them to be in attendance.

Then he caught sight of his three brothers. They all sneered at him, proving that they knew something he did not.

Now Eris understood his father planned to make a spectacle of him if his brothers had dropped their duties just to witness whatever this was.

Everyone else refused to look him in the eyes as he arrived. They feared him nearly as much as they feared their High Lord.

The High Lord who sat upon his throne with a wicked smile.

Eris stepped forward, only stopping until he reached the bottom of the stairs that led to his father. He kneeled, and kneeled deeply. He had been whipped for less.

It wasn’t until Eris peaked and saw his mother’s expression that he knew something terrible had happened.

She knew how to school her features in front of Beron. She played her role well, and left nothing for others to be able to decipher.

Eris rose from his bow. “You wished to see me, High Lord.”

Beron tilted his head to the side as he looked down at his eldest son. “You are in charge of guarding this court’s borders, are you not?”

Eris nodded, “I am, High Lord.”

“Then why was it I who found a witch wandering through our woods?”

Eris swore his fire blood turned to ice.

There were other witches in Prythian. It could be someone else. Please, let it be someone – anyone – other than her.

“Witches are cunning creatures,” Eris began cooly. “It is not surprising that one could pass through Autumn Court undetected.”

Beron seemed amused by his son’s response.

The High Lord snapped his fingers.

As if on cue, lightning and thunder struck just a second after.

And a door behind the throne opened.

Eris had to stop himself from becoming feral when he saw her.

Y/N was dripping wet, being dragged by two men as both her hands and feet were secured with iron chains that scrapped across the wooden floors.

There were bloodied scrapes and cuts across her skin, right alongside dozens of bruises. And Eris could see all of them due to the fact that Y/N was only wearing a sheer, white slip. And it was just as drenched as the rest of her, making it completely transparent and practically exposing her nudity to the entire hall.

If Eris unclenched the fists at his side, everyone would see that he was trembling with rage.

The males dragged Y/N until she was also at the bottom of the stairs of Beron’s throne. And half a dozen surrounded her with their weapons drawn, showing that they all saw her as a threat. Then one kicked at the back of Y/N’s legs, forcing her to fall onto her knees and face all of Autumn Court.

Y/N was now mere feet away from Eris.

When she finally found the strength to raise her head, she locked eyes with her mate. She schooled her features well, not even slightly looking at Eris with any recognition. But he wondered if it was because she was in so much pain.

Both nostrils of her nose were still bleeding. The right side of her lip was swollen and split. Her left eye was almost black and bruised. And there was a cut on the right side of her forehead that drew a line of bright red blood down the side of her face.

Y/N had put up a fight, that much was clear.

“Do you know what makes a witch powerless?” Beron asked casually. “Iron. Many have forgotten this weakness. But witches are powerless, unable to cast – so long as they are shackled with iron.”

Eris’ jaw was clenched tightly to stop himself from saying anything at all.

“Yes, it is been quite some time since I have fallen upon a witch,” Beron continued as he stood from his throne and stepped down. He didn’t stop until he was directly behind Y/N.

Eris wanted to lunge forward when Beron took Y/N’s wet hair and pulled it behind her, exposing her shoulders and neck.

Beron hand ghosted over Y/N’s neck and then he roughly gripped her chin from behind her. Y/N winced and closed her eyes.

Eris could clearly see that she was shaking.

“Our ancestors once kept witches as their slaves. High Lords would use them for coitus rituals, on display for all the court to see. I have heard the power these High Lords felt from it was…euphoric.”

Beron walked around so that he was in front of Y/N, blocking Eris’ view of her.

“But this one…has already put up quite the fight. She took out ten of my company before they were able to finally seize her.”

Beron was bating Eris. That was obvious. Which meant he had to know who Y/N was to him, what she meant. But Eris was still figuring out how. Surely his scent wasn’t on her. He hadn’t see in her weeks.

Eris didn’t move a muscle and composed his face to remain neutral. But on the inside, a war was raging. His instincts were screaming at him to attack, to protect his mate and rip her far, far away from his treacherous father.

But that was clearly what Beron wanted.

And Eris refused to give it to him. Not like this.

Beron walked around Y/N again until he was behind her. Gripping her right arm, he jerked Y/N to her feet, exposing her entire body that showed through her wet and thin underdress.

“But she is rather stunning, is she not?” Beron asked as his hand gripped her bottom harshly.

Y/N hissed and tried to lurch away, but Beron’s other hand choked her neck.

Eris watched as Y/N’s eyes filled with tears.

“Perhaps we should renew our ancestors practices,” Beron whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Beron, that is enough!”

Everyone’s eyes whipped to their Lady of Autumn. The woman who had become more and more broken the longer she stayed in this court. The woman who submitted to her husband and never spoke out of turn.

Eris tried to give his mother a warning look, but she wasn’t looking at him. No, she was glaring at her husband.

But Y/N saw this as a moment of distraction.

She brought Beron’s hand that rested around her neck to her mouth and bit – hard. Until she tasted blood.

Beron howled in with fury and pain.

Y/N whipped around and lifted her knee to his groin – despite her ankles being chained. Her strike had the High Lord keeled over. But only for a moment.

“You stupid bitch!” And Beron backhanded her so hard that Y/N flew to the ground.

But it got her away from him, and Eris had his window.

Moving his hands, he gathered a ball of flame and threw it, knocking Beron yards back. When he landed, his head slammed back against the floor.

But when Beron rose to his feet, he was laughing. “You were always pathetic.” The High Lord immersed his entire body in flames. “Do you really believe you stand a chance against me, boy?”

Eris said nothing as he drew the sword at his side and it too ignited in flames.

With the wave of his arm, Beron unleashed a monster from his flames – a dragon, made entirely of fire. It lunged for Eris with its jaw open.

Now the courtiers wailed in fear, knowing their High Lord cared not for their lives and was more than willing to risk them as collateral damage.

Eris sliced the fire dragon’s neck with his sword.

But then a whip of fire wrapped around Eris’ throat, scorching the delicate skin. Out of instinct, he tried to rip it from his throat, which only resulted in burning his hands.

Beron pulled the whip toward himself, forcing Eris onto his knees.

“Do you wish to know how I realized that she meant something to you?” Beron spit as he leaned towards his son.

One of his guards dropped a bundle on the floor to the right of Eris. It was the bow and knife Eris had gifted Y/N. But the thing that surprised Eris was his cloak, the one he had thrown over her shoulders that night he’d found her crying. She had been traveling with it?

Beron leaned even closer. “Did you truly believe I would not recognize the work of our royal blacksmith?”

Eris roared as he unleashed a wave of his own power, breaking the fire whip his father controlled. It knocked Beron back far enough for Eris to regain his footing.

Beron cackled as he brushed off the attack. “Tell me, boy. Is she your lover? Or did you plan on using the witch to usurp me?”

Eris only glared, refusing to feed this taunting with any response.

Beron stood straighter and opened his arms. “Go on. Try your best.”

But before Eris could do so, the throne room was thrown into shadow.

The courtiers wailed in fear:

“I can’t see!”

“What is happening?”

A second later the shadows dispersed to reveal that all of Beron’s guards who were guarding the exit had been slaughtered.

And the High Lord’s evil smirk was finally wiped from his face.

Eris turned to find Azriel, Cassian, Nesta, Vassa, Jurian, and his youngest brother, Lucien.

With the understanding that he was no longer alone, Eris had a newfound strength. Even if he fell, they would get Y/N out of here. His life no longer mattered. Eris would either take out his father or distract him long enough to save his mate.

Eris roared as he sent a wall of flames at Beron.

Azriel shot for Y/N, taking out any guard that stood between them. When he reached her, his shadows made work of her shackles and broke her free.

“Can you stand?” He rushed.

“I can do more than stand,” Y/N growled, and she rushed for the weapons that had been stolen from her.

She started firing arrow after arrow, killing all the males that had attacked her and dragged her here.

Then she took in her chaotic surroundings to find Lucien, Vassa, and Jurian holding back the three other Vanserra brothers. Cassian and Nesta were back to back, taking out any soldiers loyal to Beron. Azriel was close to Y/N, covering her back as she had fired off her arrows.

But then Y/N caught another head of red hair. A beautiful, female High Fae who was throwing flames at anyone that tried to help Beron take on Eris.

His mother. It must have been Eris’ mother.

All of her allies allowed Y/N to turn her full attention to Eris who was fighting his father with his all power. But he still wasn’t strong enough. Beron was a High Lord and had all the ancient magic of Autumn Court behind him.

With swipe of both Beron’s hands, a wall of fire smacked into Eris, who didn’t have time to block it. And he was knocked onto his back.

The sight infuriated Y/N.

And something deep within her, that she didn’t recognize, rose up to the surface.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Y/N had sprinted forward and put herself between Eris and Beron.

“No! Run! Get out of here!” Eris yelled out – no, he begged her – as he struggled to get back to his feet.

But Y/N ignored him. Because something was taking her over.

Y/N’s hands reached out to the side.

She started chanting words that no mortal or fae would ever understand.

Beron stood and watched, about to laugh at whatever sad attempt this witch had at taking him down.

But Y/N’s words grew louder, stronger.

And that’s when the wind rushed into throne room.

It shattered the every single window with it’s arrival. It caused more screams from the courtiers who failed to flee.

Y/N’s eyes were no longer her own, but covered in white and glowing as if there were two moons.

Her arms raised higher.

The wind carried the shattered glass from the windows and pelted Beron like tiny they were tiny knives.

The High Lord underestimated her so much that he hadn’t been prepared to block such an attack.

He hissed in pain as the glass cut across his entire torso.

But Y/N wasn’t finished. Her chanting turned into a bellow. The words and rhythm had changed into something else.

In response, the wind now circled around Beron, capturing him in a tornado. But it wasn’t just keeping him in place, it was sucking the air from his lungs as if he was caught in a vacuum.

Beron gasped for breath, clutching at his neck as if it would help. As he failed, he fell to his knees.

And while Y/N attacked the High Lord, Eris, Lucien, and their mother had formed a wall behind her, waiting for the moment when Y/N would need backup.

“NOW!” Eris bellowed.

Together, the three of them stepped in front of Y/N and heaved fire onto Beron. It all entered the tornado of wind, keeping it contained and concentrated.

Beron’s cries filled the hall, loud enough to be heard over the wind and tornado. Despite being a wielder of flame himself, it burned him.

Yet Y/N was growing weaker, she had never tapped into this much power and it was starting to take a toll on her body.

The other three didn’t see as Y/N’s arms dropped and her eyes rolled back. She collapsed.

Azriel rushed forward, catching Y/N’s body only a moment before her head could slam to the ground.

Eris roared as he threw even more fire at his father, stepping even closer to Beron than Lucien and his mother.

Beron’s skin was scorched to black, half his clothes burnt right from his body.

Lucien and their mother paused their attack, as Eris marched to his weakened father as he unsheathed a hidden knife.

Not underestimating Beron or his power, Eris immediately grabbed his father by the neck and pulled him up.

Eris put his mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Her name is Y/N, and she is my mate.”

And he drove the knife into his father’s heart.

Eris then ripped it from Beron’s chest. And with one fluid swing, sliced off Beron’s head completely.

Only mere seconds after the decapitated head hit the floor, raw power filled the throne room. So potent that all fighting ceased. No one could ignore its feeling.

Beron’s loyal soldiers finally realized their High Lord had been killed.

And all that power moved to the heir of Autumn.

The impact of it brought Eris to his knees. He groaned as he felt it take over him entirely and then fell to his hands.

No one so much as breathed as they saw their new High Lord take over the throne.

When the power finally stopped transferring, Eris slowly lifted his head.

His eyes widened. “Y/N!”

And he whipped around to see his mate unconscious and beaten, in the arms of the shadowsinger.

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I have had a really terrible last couple of weeks at work. And then I got really sick, which is how I had time to write this. But most importantly, I worked extremely hard on this chapter. So please, please, please write a comment. Or, as I always say, write me a book report. 🙏

Chapter XVI

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wontshutup · 7 months ago

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"Not even if they were the last people on earth"

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

HI! It has been a fairly long time since I've written something, anything, I was stuck in a years long writers block but I've finally decided to write a small Megumi x reader one shot.

Enemies to lovers kind of situation, very cliché hahaha.

Hope you enjoy

Warnings: none I guess, probably a swear word or two, I don't really know. Reference to violence, not very explicit.

Word count: 1356

English isn't my first language.

“Aaand here we go again” you said pouting mockingly towards your partner as he gave you an irritated look.

“Shut up” he gave you a side eye while pressing an ice pack to his head.

“You know, you could’ve avoided that if you actually listened to me instead of going all with this treasure I summon at the slightest inconvenience” you then flinched in pain as a sharp pang in your rib cage made you fold.

“Yeah right, because you had the situation all under control there” he rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth at the strong headache he had, unable to pin point if it was due to his injuries or due to your nagging.

In the front seat your teacher, Gojo Satoru, listened amused at your arguing. He knew the two of you wouldn’t get along even if you were the last people on earth, aside from that you were his strongest and most experienced students, knowing your dynamics as classmates was very different from your dynamic when on missions, your usual banter turning into calculated and effective analysis and strategies with a high success rate, which is why he had been deep in thought all the ride back to Jujutsu Tech as to how was it that your mission had been more challenging than predicted, that was until one of you started to point out the flaws of the other throughout the mission.

“Now now, stop it you two! You need to save your energy to heal!” he said more mockingly than caringly. “Tell me, what happened?”

As much as you felt the need to prove your posture right about Megumi’s reckless actions you acquired a more serious posture and gave your outlook on the matter “turns out the intel was actually not precise, that curse was at least a grade 1 and the intel said it was barely a grade 3” you started

“There also wasn’t any sign of evolution in the course of the mission which means this had been it’s grade since the beginning, so either the intel was wrong..”Megumi continued

“ Or planted” finished Gojo, nailing exactly the point the two of you were getting to.

“Good thing you managed to get out of there alive” he continued, his tone being more serious

“Barely” you added, earning a glare from Megumi as he knew you intended to put the blame on him.

“Yeah, barely” Gojo took your remark as a point to take on account “you listen to me, as far as we know by now, if the information was planted and sent from the higher ups that means you by now have a target on your back. Not really surprising considering you both have remarkable techniques and names, making you both notably dangerous, not to add, you’re under my tutoring and well, we know they’re not very fond of me either. Whoever did this knew how things would go and what they wanted” he adjusted the rearview mirror for you to be able to look eye to eye “you can’t tell anyone about this ok?, as long as we don’t have the identity of whoever did this, better to lay low and don’t let anyone know that we know, understood?”

You and Megumi nodded, a deep silence settled between the three of you as you arrived at Jujutsu tech and the infirmary.

Shoko tended to your wounds and walked out the place to talk to Gojo, knowing she would be a trustworthy person, as you tried to listen in what they were saying you could listen to Megumi groan in annoyance

“So nosy” he referred to you as he rolled his eyes, getting a similar reaction

“At least I care enough to not get killed in the future, not that you know anything about valuing your own life” you poked at how he always seemed so eager to give his all without caring for his sake when a mission got harder than expected.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” His tone had raised now, anger clear in his voice “not that you know anything about sacrificing yourself for anyone in a mission, you selfish coward” he was harsh with his words, knowing you had struck a chord he attacked back.

You widen your eyes at his remark, stepping closer to him “sorry for wanting to get out alive! What good would my death bring to anyone anyway huh?” you were now gritting your teeth together “what good is a noble sacrifice if that is your last noble act?”

His eyes didn’t falter from you, you were right in your words, he knew you had won this argument, but now he wouldn’t dare to back off, towering more at your stance, inching his face near yours

“Idiot” was the one thing he could mutter as he knew you had the upper hand, your expression turning smug at noticing this.

“What is it Fushiguro? No righteous argument to shoot back?” you raised your eyebrows at him, being able to see each of his reactions due to your proximity.

Not ever had you been so close to each other, except when sparring sessions came around, also ending up having the upper hand over him most of the time. “And once again you’ve lost”

“You” he hissed as he clenched his fist, now getting closer, both of your breaths mixing with each other, making you slightly blush at the feeling, a tingling sensation. It seemed that you were noticing for the first time how beautiful his eyes were.

He too was feeling a certain anxious feeling rise within him, a feeling he had felt multiple times when he had you press on top of him while after defeating him in hand to hand combat. His eyes traveled to your face noticing how your cheeks were a soft pink hue. He still held his body tense but now more due to the proximity, his anger now forgotten.

At noticing how the atmosphere had changed you pulled back, much to his dismay, both your faces heated up as you turned your back to him.

“We should leave you know” you didn’t look back at him, trying to calm down this weird feeling you had experienced. Out of anyone on campus Megumi Fushiguro was the last person you wanted to feel that way towards, the thought alone had made you squirm in distaste at times but now…you weren’t so sure.

“Y-yeah, I guess we should” Megumi was snapped from the daze he was, a lot of different thoughts had run through his mind. No, he refused to give in to acknowledging what just happened. He didn’t like you, he couldn’t like you. You and him had done nothing but jab at each other since the day you met, there was no way he would just forget about all that due to some closeness with you, then again, it wasn’t the first time he felt that but honestly he had just attributed it to “teenage rushes”.

“Happy to see you two managed not to kill each other while we were gone!” said Gojo in his usual cheery tone, his six eyes telling him what had really been going on but refused to put you in that embarrassing spot, on the other hand, he would talk about that to Megumi later, he couldn’t wait to see his annoyed reaction.

“Ha- ha real funny sensei” you said, still cooling down from what had happened.

Megumi rolled his eyes at them.

“Anyway, the both of you get some rest. Shoko and I will get on today’s little incident, we will keep you updated as soon as we can get some information” he kept going

“In the meantime rest and do as your teacher instructs you” completed Shoko, giving you both a sympathetic smile

“Understood” you said as Megumi just nodded and left for your rooms unaware of the way Shoko and Gojo shared a complicit smile.

“Yeah right, not even if they were the last people on earth, don’t make me laugh” Gojo scoffed earning a laugh from Shoko.

A situation neither you or Megumi found funny.

#megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #enemies to lovers #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri

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cariantha · 4 months ago

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In a Mood

Book: Open Heart, Book 3 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mention of pregnancy Category: Grumpy/Sunshine; Angst Word count: 1.3K Prompt: From @kyra75, “Sunshine is humming and singing constantly, while grumpy at best just tolerates it quietly.” A/N: This is a prequel to their proposal fic.💍Hope you don’t mind, Kyra, but I reversed the grumpy/sunshine roles.🤭

Ethan stepped out of the high-end jewelry store, twirling his keys around his finger and sporting an uncontrollable grin. He whistled a happy, upbeat tune as he walked down the block to where he had parallel parked. Settling into the leather seat of his Jaguar, he started the ignition and cranked up the stereo. Safely merged into traffic, his fingers drummed to the classic rock beat as he sang along. “l said, are you gonna be my girl… 🎵🎶🎵… I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine… 🎵🎶🎵”

Sawyer woke on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe because it wasn’t the comfy bed she became accustomed to. She’d been sleeping in Ethan’s for the better part of the past year but stayed at her apartment last night to start packing. Her lease ended in a couple of months, and despite Ethan’s offers to pay the penalty for breaking the lease early to encourage her to move in with him, Sawyer insisted on keeping her room until after her board exams. The six-foot-four, blue-eyed sex machine was too great a distraction when she needed to hunker down and study.

Shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen, she found Sienna balancing a mixing bowl on her hip while she swayed back and forth, singing a Taylor Swift hit. When Sienna noticed her, she shoved a batter-coated spoon into Sawyer's face, suggesting she take over lead vocals, but Sawyer shook her head and grumbled. “Sorry, Sienna. I’m not awake enough for the Eras tour.”

The day continued in the same irritable fashion. She was fifteen seconds late catching the T. While she waited for the next one to arrive, a street musician embarrassingly circled and serenaded her with “The Lady in Red,” making her wish she had picked a different color jacket this morning.

Later, she watched from the gallery as Bryce led his first heart-lung transplant. He bobbed his head and lip-synced to a mix of 90’s alternative rock playing through the operating room’s speaker system. The intro to “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence began to play.

“Ohhh yeah,” Bryce hyped and looked to the gallery. “Brooks! It’s our song. Sing with me!”

Not one to usually shy away from some lighthearted fun, Sawyer just couldn’t get past her funk this morning. “I’m good, buddy.”

After a couple more headbangers, Sawyer wished him luck on the rest of the procedure and went back to work.

That afternoon, Ethan suggested a walk to Derry’s Roasters. On the way, he began to whistle a chirpy tune. It was familiar, probably a melody from one of the arias from the opera they attended a few nights ago. “Ugh, not you, too,” she muttered. Ethan wasn’t usually a whistling and humming guy, but something was definitely in the air today, and she seemed to be allergic to whatever it was.

“Did you say something?” Ethan asked.

“It was nothing.”

The annoying merriment continued into the evening hours. Music sounded from the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as her man prepared dinner. It wasn’t loud, but he sang along with the lyrics. Ethan Ramsey was singing! It should have brought a huge smile to her face and forced her into a fit of laughter, but for reasons she could not explain, it grated on her.

She fake-smiled her way through dinner, not wanting to project her foul mood on her disgustingly happy boyfriend. When Ethan hopped in the shower and started humming another melody, Sawyer grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony. She texted her best friend, hoping Christian would allow her to vent.

A couple of days had passed since her text exchange with Christian. Saywer’s moodiness was at an all-time high, though she tried to curb it, especially around Ethan. He had been so sweet the past several days and had done nothing to deserve her bite.

Hoping a jog would burn off some of the negative energy, Sawyer headed to the waterfront. As she ran along the boardwalk, she made a mental note to shop for a new sports bra because this one felt like it was lacking support. With every pound of the pavement, her breasts ached. Midway through her route, she had to stop for a breather, her body heavy with an unusual fatigue.

When another female jogger pushing a stroller passed and politely waved, a potentially life-altering thought occurred to her. One that detoured her to the pharmacy on the way back to Ethan’s apartment.

Sawyer heard his happy tune when he entered the apartment later that evening. Finding her in the kitchen prepping dinner, Ethan greeted her with a “Hi” and kissed her temple. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

As he put his things away and changed into more comfortable clothes, Sawyer could hear the song he whistled on his lips getting louder as he returned to the kitchen.

Even if she found his carefree mood annoying lately, she couldn’t deny him his happiness. Her heart hurt knowing there was an excellent chance he wouldn't be humming or whistling much in the days to come. Because Ethan Ramsey didn't see kids in his future. He said as much two and a half years ago. When she had asked him the question, the fMRI scan of his brain confirmed it.

Ethan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her from neck to cheek. He greeted her with a proper kiss when she turned her face toward him. "How was your day off, baby?" he asked.

Baby.

Sawyer hesitated before answering. With his hand splayed over her stomach, she wanted to say, "It was shocking, and I'm terrified to tell you because it's going to change everything."

Instead, she shrugged and answered with a deceiving truth. "I went for a jog, ran some errands, and waited for test results."

Ethan kissed her temple again and gently moved her to the side to take over dinner prep. "Stop stressing over those test results, Rookie. You've got nothing to worry about."

Sawyer stepped behind him to hide the mist gathering in her eyes. She squeezed him around the waist, and to herself, she said, "Please let that be true."

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foreverrandomwritings · 2 years ago

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these jealous prompts with my babygirl bucky pls 🦾🤍 romantic relationship

“hey— look at me. why are you all upset?”

“i promise there’s no one else. you have my heart completely.”

Blind Dates

Summary: Loving each other had been difficult since neither of you were aware of the feelings the other harbored. What happens when it gets too much for you to handle?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x afab!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol and fluff.

Word count: 1105

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You had a crazy road leading you to becoming friends with Bucky. It had started out as you being friends with Clint, then Natasha, eventually Steve, then Sam and now Bucky. Even though everyone around you could see the love you had for each other, the two of you couldn’t see it. Thinking the other strictly wanted a platonic relationship.

That had worked out decently for you up until Sam started setting Bucky up on blind dates. He had seemed a little reluctant to go on them but you figured that was probably because it had been a while since he had dated. You knew from Steve what a ladies man he used to be. Which you understood completely, even after everything he’s been through he still had charm.

But the more dates he went on the more you pulled away from him. It hurt to see him constantly going out with other women while you pined for him from the sidelines. He had noticed the distance growing between you. When he asked about it you would make up an excuse and tell him it was okay.

The final straw though was when you saw him on one of the dates. You had decided to have a drink and dinner by yourself at a local restaurant. Your dinner had just arrived when you heard a familiar voice. You paused mid bite looking around until your eyes landed on him. He had on your favorite red Henley, nice form fitting jeans and a pair of dressy casual shoes.

From where you were sitting you could see the women he was on a date with. She looked nothing like you. Different hair color, different face shape, she dressed more provocative than you did, her eyes were even a different color from yours. You felt nauseous as she reached across the table to stroke his flesh arm.

Flagging down the waiter you asked for a box and the check. He brought it out hastily packing your food away as you put cash with the check. You told him to keep the change as you slipped from the table and towards the door. You smelled his aftershave as you passed their table. Which was conveniently on the way to the door.

You heard him call your name as you slipped into the busy streets of the city. Quickly you blended into the crowd and made your way home. You thought about taking the subway or hailing a taxi as you walked. But you decided you needed to clear your head some and the walk back to your apartment would give you the time to.

You regretted that decision though as an unexpected storm came pouring down from the sky. Huffing you pulled the jacket you had on tighter around your body. The bag of leftovers hanging lazily from your fingers. Your teeth started to chatter the closer you got to your block. But you hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice.

Once you rounded the corner that would take you to the tall brick building you noticed a figure sitting on the stoop. You were on high alert instantly scanning the area around you for any possible threats. Seeing none you cautiously made your way to the steps. As you got closer you could make out the person drenched in rain.

“Buck?” You called out towards him. His head shot up as he heard your voice.

“Doll, did you walk here?” He was out of his seat now striding over to you in a few steps.

“Uh yea. Have you been waiting here for long?” You asked him, eyes shooting towards where he was sitting before looking towards the ground.

“About an hour. I saw you while you were leaving the restaurant. I called out to you but you didn’t answer me. I followed you outside and you were gone. I thought you got a cab but once I got here you weren’t here so I decided to wait for you.” You shrugged your shoulders at the end of his sentence trying to remain emotionless.

“Hey— look at me. Why are you all upset?” He brought a finger to your chin lifting your face up to see you. He had always been able to see through your facades. The rain had started coming down heavier. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyelashes were littered with rain drops.

“I’m not upset Buck.” You searched his eyes for a hint of the love you felt for him. You were surprised to see exactly that in his blue eyes.

“I know you’re upset, please just talk to me.” His rough fingers slipped from your chin to your cheek. You took a deep shaking breath at the contact.

“I don’t like seeing you or hearing about you going on dates. I don’t like that you are with someone that isn’t me.” You told him shakily, not trusting yourself to not cry.

“Doll, I promise there’s no one else. You have my heart completely.” His eyes darted towards your lips as you slipped your tongue between them, licking some of the rain off them.

“Then why have you been going on dates?” You asked him skeptically, he looked ashamed as he spoke.

“I just needed to get my mind off you. But it never worked. You’re all I can think about. Day and night my thoughts are filled with you.” Your eyes were now on his lips as he spoke. Imagining them melded to yours. The knowledge that you ran through his mind as much as he did yours, warmed something deep inside you.

“Kiss me Buck.” You looked at him as the rain continued to pour around you.

“Are you sure, doll?” His voice was hesitant as he looked at your face. Studying it closely for any signs of hesitation from you. When he saw none he was slowly moving forwards.

The kiss was soft and slow. His hands remained on your face as yours came up to cup his own. The bag of leftovers falling from your grasp. You continued to kiss out on the sidewalk covered in rain for what felt like hours until he pulled away.

“You're shivering, let’s get inside.” You nodded, as you led him up your steps into your apartment. Once you entered you went into your room giving him an extra set of clothes before slipping into some of your own.

You grabbed a blanket and got settled on the couch as he changed. When he slipped into the room you gestured for him to join you and he did. You fell asleep that night laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around you securely. He had his first nightmare less sleep in years as your scent and warmth surrounded him. You would talk about what this meant for the both of you in the morning. For now you would enjoy the embrace of the other.

A/N: A surprise out of schedule post today in honor of it being my besties birthday! Happy Birthday Love @theeleggymeggy! Plus a bonus gif as an extra present!❣️❣️

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#m's hundred celly #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #winter solider imagine #winter solider x reader #fluff #winter solider oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #M loves Meg

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago

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this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation

chapter 2: how have you been? are you bored yet? also on AO3 Chapter 1 Rated E for future chapters

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“It’s totally fine. I am not panicking. I am cooking spaghetti just like I do every Saturday. Right Mia?” Eddie looked over at Mia sitting on her playmat.

Wayne had made it from an old blanket and some thrifted baby toys to save some money and she loved it. She could sit on it for hours, though Eddie was pretty sure that would only be until she actually did figure out how to crawl.

Mia ignored him, too busy trying to make her plastic keys fit into her box of shapes, her brows furrowed in the most adorable way as she twisted them around.

“It’s just a regular night,” he said to himself as he looked down at his Metallica shirt that had a hole in the shoulder and his sweatpants with a suspicious stain that could be baby food or puke. “I should change.”

Just as he considered scooping Mia up to go change, the front door opened and Steve walked in.

He looked amazing.

He always did.

Eddie hated it.

“Um, sorry. I was just going to change,” Eddie said from behind the counter, doing his best to hide whatever the hell that stain was on his pants. Maybe it was actually beer?

Steve looked him over, coming closer with his hands behind his back.

“Why? You look comfy. It’s your house. You worked all day,” Steve sounded genuinely confused as to why Eddie would want to change out of these clothes.

“I mean. You just. You’re-“ Eddie sighed. “You just look a lot nicer than I do is all. And I invited you here so I should at least look like a person.”

Steve stopped next to Mia’s playmat, smirking at Eddie before sinking down to his knees.

“Mama!” Mia exclaimed when she looked up from her toys, clapping her hands and then raising her arms like she wanted to be picked up.

“Hi princess,” Steve said, fondness seeping through his voice as he reached over with one hand to boop her nose. “I have a present for you.”

Steve looked over at Eddie, suddenly realizing he probably should have asked for permission first.

Eddie just shrugged, never one to stop someone from giving Mia a gift. Anyone who cared enough about her to get her something was fine in his book.

He ignored the thought that it was different with Steve, didn’t let himself think about how much he wished Steve would stay.

Steve placed a bag of building blocks made for babies and toddlers in front of her, smiling when her eyes went wide and she started making loud noises like she was trying to speak.

“These are blocks, Mia. You can build houses and castles and anything your imagination can come up with!” Steve started taking some of the blocks out of the bag, showing her how they went together and pulled apart. She didn’t have quite coordination for taking them apart yet, but it was still a really thoughtful gift.

“You didn’t have to get her anything,” Eddie said, trying and failing to hide his fond smile at the way Mia was banging two of the blocks together.

“I know. I wanted to.”

Steve said it so simply, like this was the thing that made him happiest.

“Mama!” Mia yelled, waving the blocks in her hands around, probably trying to ask Steve to play with her without knowing how to actually ask.

He got it, though.

Eddie fell a little bit more.

“Need any help, Eds?” Steve asked from the floor, smiling at Mia trying to put two blocks together.

“Uh. Nope. Keeping her entertained is probably a bigger help than anything else,” he admitted.

Often, if he was alone and had to do something that would take more than 5 minutes, he’d have to put her in her high chair or her bounce seat so that he knew she wouldn’t get into anything.

Wayne had spent almost an entire Saturday last month baby-proofing the entire trailer to the point where Eddie couldn’t even get into some of the cabinets. But that didn’t mean he felt comfortable leaving her on the floor with his back turned, even if they were in the same room.

He was a tiny bit overprotective.

“That’s easy enough,” Steve said as he pulled apart two blocks so she could put them together again. “But seriously, don’t worry about changing. You look good.”

Eddie would have assumed he was teasing if he didn’t sound so damn earnest.

He fought the insistent urge to at least put on some jeans and turned back to where he was prepping the sauce.

He listened to Steve talking to Mia, listened to Mia call him Mama and laugh, listened to what it would sound like if he could keep Steve around.

Jesus, Eddie. This is bad even for you.

He sighed a bit louder than he meant to and startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay?” Steve asked him quietly.

“Yeah. Do I seem not okay?” Eddie was focusing on the sauce simmering in the pan in front of him and pasta just starting to boil in the pot next to it.

He was not going to look at Steve.

“You seem like you’re uncomfortable with me being here. I can go if you want.”

Eddie didn’t want that.

He just wanted to be able to look at Steve without his heart breaking all over again and hear him talking and playing with Mia without wishing that Steve was his.

He wasn’t uncomfortable.

Quite the opposite, actually.

He was scared that he was somehow too comfortable.

“I want you here.”

It was honest, painful to admit, but even more painful for him to try to keep contained.

He’d spent the last year holding back feelings, and not just the ones about Steve.

Maybe he should try to let some of them go.

Mia let out a loud squeal, banging the blocks in her hands against the floor, somehow almost completely off of her playmat at this point.

Steve turned to her and smiled, then looked back at Eddie.

“She’s a really happy baby. Seems like you’re doing pretty great,” Steve nudged him, finally managing to get Eddie to look at him.

“Yeah, well, she’s a good baby. Always has been. I got pretty lucky,” Eddie shrugged it off, just like he did when anyone complimented him on his parenting.

“She’s a good baby because she’s loved and has all of her needs met. That’s all you.”

Dammit.

“Yeah.” He shook his head, physically trying to clear out the thoughts rushing through his head. “Um, could you actually do me one favor?”

God, Eddie needed a minute. He needed fresh air. He needed about eight beers, maybe some weed despite the fact he hadn’t smoked at all since Mia was dropped off here.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve replied, oblivious to Eddie’s internal breakdown.

“I just need to run to the bathroom if you could keep an eye on Mia and the food for a minute?”

“I think we can manage, right Mia? You won’t try to run away?” Steve stood in front of her with his hands on his hips.

“Mama! Uh!” Mia raised her hands up in the air and Steve, who was clearly already a pushover for her, bent over and picked her up.

“Already getting everything she wants out of you,” Eddie shook his head, but couldn’t hide the fondness in his tone or on his face.

“Can’t help it. She’s got your big puppy dog eyes.”

Eddie was blushing.

He tried to hide it, but he failed miserably, the heat across his cheeks spreading down to his chest.

“Yeah, well, right now it’s just picking her up. Next it’ll be a car,” Eddie mumbled as he walked out of the kitchen towards the bathroom.

“Your daddy’s silly, isn’t he, Mia?” he could hear Steve say as he walked away.

He closed himself in the bathroom, grabbed a folded towel from under the sink, and screamed into it.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. This is okay,” he whispered into the towel.

“Eds? You okay?” Steve asked outside the door.

“Yep! Be right out!” he yelled back, putting the towel back under the sink quietly.

He heard soft footsteps walking away from the door and took in a deep breath.

“We aren’t gonna let him do this to us. Not now,” he pointed at his reflection in the mirror as he whispered. “He’s more trouble than he’s worth and he’s just gonna leave at the end of this week anyway.”

He sighed.

As if those words would actually stop what was already becoming a major problem.

He flushed and turned on the sink, going through the motions as if he’d actually used the bathroom, keeping up the facade that he was completely fine.

He wasn’t, but he was good at faking it.

He walked out to the kitchen to see Steve stirring the pasta, Mia on his hip babbling away while he rocked from foot to foot as if he were dancing.

The bathroom mirror pep talk was useless; He was in too deep.

“You guys look like you’ve got this handled. Maybe I’ll go take a nap,” Eddie joked.

“Yeah, if you want one, you should,” Steve said over his shoulder, not even taking his attention away from the food cooking in front of him or Mia in his arms.

He looked so natural.

Like he was meant to be here, to be a part of their lives.

“No, I’m good,” Eddie said, clearing his throat as he walked closer to the stove to take over from Steve.

Things seemed a bit easier when he had something to focus on, something for his hands to stay busy. Steve was more focused on entertaining Mia, so he didn’t feel like he needed to try to make any conversation.

He got lost in the background noise of Mia squealing and giggling while Steve played with her on the floor, barely even noticed the phone ringing until Steve called his name.

“Need me to get it?” he asked.

“Sorry, no. I got it.”

Eddie walked over to the phone and picked it up, pretty sure it was Wayne calling to make sure the day went okay while he was on his break.

“Hello?” Eddie answered.

“Hey, Ed. All good today?” Wayne asked.

“Yep. You?”

“Uh huh. Mia okay for you?”

Eddie looked over at where Mia was sitting in Steve’s lap on the floor, banging her blocks against the floor.

“She was a little fussy, but um. Someone helped out.”

Maybe he would get away with being vague. Maybe Wayne would just assume one of the guys was able to calm her down.

“Oh? Who?”

Shit.

“Just an old friend.”

“An old friend.” Wayne sounded like he was expecting a full explanation, but Eddie could not do that with Steve sitting right there.

“You remember Steve?”

“Harrington?” Wayne sounded pissed already and he didn’t even know the half of it.

All Wayne knew about Steve was that he was here one minute, gone the next, and that he’d left Eddie heartbroken in a way he’d never seen before.

“Yeah.”

“I remember how upset you were when he left town without a goodbye. What’s he doin’ here?”

“Mama!” Mia screeched, ending in a giggle.

“Since when does Mia know that word?” Wayne asked, nearly choking on whatever he was eating.

“I-“

“Hey, Eds? I think she needs a change. I can do it if you just tell me where her stuff is,” Steve said from the floor.

“Ed. What are you doing?” Wayne didn’t sound mad, just a bit worried, and rightfully so.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Eddie asked Wayne, desperate for this conversation to be over as soon as possible.

“We will. You’re gonna tell me what the hell is goin’ on and I’m gonna try not to wring that boy’s neck,” Wayne said. “Love you and Mia.”

“Love you too.”

He hung up and turned to Steve, who was holding Mia and looking at Eddie, patiently waiting for directions.

“I can change her. She’s a bit of a wiggle worm so it’s not easy.”

“I think I can handle it,” Steve smirked. “Does the princess have a tower?”

“We share one,” Eddie nodded towards the hall. “End of the hall, last door on the right. Changing table and crib takes up most of the room so you can’t miss it. Diapers and wipes in the top drawer.”

“Aye aye, captain!” Steve saluted and then tried to get Mia to do the same, much to everyone’s amusement.

She waved her hand, seemingly trying to copy Steve, but not quite able to.

It was a cute attempt, and Eddie couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the top of her head, completely forgetting how close that would put him to Steve’s face.

He froze as he pulled away, letting himself breathe in the scent of Steve’s cologne, a spicy citrus that he was certain had to taste as good as it smells.

Steve was frozen too, watching him with unblinking eyes and parted lips, like he was expecting Eddie to lean in and kiss him.

He pulled away.

He fought every urge he had, and he pulled away.

Steve left the room, thankfully not commenting on anything that just happened.

Eddie tried, he really did. He tried so hard to focus on draining the pasta and mixing in the sauce.

But he could hear Steve making Mia babble and giggle, and his heart flipped in his chest.

He walked down the hall enough to hear everything Steve was saying, even though a part of his brain was telling him not to let himself.

“You’re a lucky girl, Mia. You’ve got the coolest dad. I bet he plays his guitar for you all the time,” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the drawer opening as he spoke. “You like listening to your dad play? I don’t blame you. He’s good, huh? Could be a rockstar.”

And God, did that hurt. It was bittersweet to hear Steve believing in him, especially knowing it was too late.

“Yeah, you think so too? Think he could play with Ozzy?”

Eddie’s heart was going to beat right out of his chest,

“Or maybe Metallica? He saved us with one of their songs. Did you know your daddy’s a hero?” Steve was whispering now, making it harder for him to hear.

“He risked his life so we could all beat the bad guy and get out alive. I don’t think any of us ever really thanked him for that,” Steve continued while Mia babbled on as if she was responding to him. “I don’t think he really agrees with us, though. And I know he’s not really happy with me. But maybe we could go back to being friends. Maybe- well, just maybe.”

Eddie kind of hated that he sounded defeated, like he knew Eddie was keeping an emotional distance for a reason.

Steve had always been perceptive, always got a sense of what the kids needed before they asked, usually could read Robin’s mind depending on her mood. He was good at sensing when Eddie was overstimulated.

But that was all before he left.

The anger started flooding through him again.

He walked back to the kitchen, finished making dinner, and started cutting up the plain pasta he set aside for Mia to eat.

“Fresh and clean princess ready to feast!” Steve said, dramatically holding Mia out in front of him, smiling as she kicked her legs in the air.

Eddie smiled at Mia, but avoided eye contact with Steve.

“Can you put her in her high chair please?” Eddie asked as he plated their food.

Their dining room table was designed for two people, but the high chair had been set up along the corner of the table so Mia could still feel like she was sitting with Eddie and Wayne.

Steve did as he asked, then walked over to the fridge to grab them drinks, acted as if he was right at home.

Eddie was going to die tonight. His heart would crumble into pieces.

He set that thought aside and tried to get through.

He set Mia’s plate down in front of her, smiling when her hands went straight to the noodles and grabbing a fistful to shove into her mouth.

Steve set their plates down on the table wordlessly, possibly picking up on the sudden awkwardness.

They mostly ate in silence, Mia’s noises the only thing keeping the dinner from being completely miserable.

“So-“

“We don’t have to do this, Steve.”

He felt Steve’s eyes on him, but he refused to look back at him.

“Do what?”

Eddie sighed, finally giving in and looking up.

“The whole pretending we’re okay thing. Pretending we’re friends. You made it pretty clear you didn’t want to be when you left. I don’t expect you to try just because you ended up at the place I work earlier. You can just go stay with Dustin and then leave,” Eddie knew he sounded detached, unemotional.

Nothing like himself.

“Eds-“

“Don’t. I really appreciate what you did earlier and tonight, but please don’t come back expecting to just pick up where we left off. You’re leaving again. I have to watch out for me so I can be here for Mia and I know I can’t go through what I did last time,” Eddie added.

Mia was watching him, suddenly quiet.

He didn’t want her to catch onto any negative feelings.

“Mama?” she asked, looking at Steve.

Steve softened slightly, looking over at her with a small smile.

“You need something, pretty girl?” he asked her, his voice sounding unsure.

“Mama!” Mia started waving her hand, fist still full of noodles. “Uh!”

“No, sweetheart, you have to eat first,” Steve said before Eddie could interrupt.

Eddie watched as Steve looked back down at his plate of barely eaten spaghetti.

“I think maybe I should go. I-“ Steve sighed. “I don’t know what I thought would happen. It was really great getting to see you and meet Mia. She’s amazing. You’re a great dad.”

He wasn’t looking up.

Eddie knew he was biting back tears, could hear it in the slight tremble of his voice and see it in the way his cheeks were red and his hands were clenching into fists against his thighs.

“Let me get Mia to bed and then we’ll talk, okay?”

Steve’s head shot up at Eddie’s words, watery eyes full of a hope that Eddie couldn’t quite dash.

“You don’t owe me anything, Eddie. I-“

“No, but you owe me.”

Steve nodded and looked back down at his plate, slowly twirling some spaghetti on his fork.

“Alright, princess. Let’s finish dinner so you can get cleaned up and in bed,” Eddie poked Mia’s cheek, making her giggle and focus back on the pasta in her hand.

She shoved it into her mouth, still learning exactly where her mouth is and how to get her hand there. She was hopeless with her plastic silverware, but that was normal for babies her age.

He couldn’t help laughing when she pulled her hand away, tried to pick up another handful, and the noodles slipped out of her hands.

Steve let out a small laugh too.

Eddie looked over at him, couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach at the fond smile on Steve’s face.

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When Mia was done eating, Eddie excused himself to give her a quick bath and get her ready for her bedtime bottle.

Steve started cleaning up their dinner, shrugging Eddie’s argument off about how he didn’t have to do anything.

“You cook, I clean.”

Which is what Eddie always said to him when they would spend hours hanging out, usually ending in Steve cooking them both dinner.

He couldn’t think about it right now, needed to stay levelheaded.

He needed to get Mia to bed, and maybe have a shot of Wayne’s good whiskey so he could say what he needed to say.

“You’re gonna fall asleep easy for me tonight, right? Let me talk to Steve?” Eddie asked as he changed her into her pajamas, smiling at her long blinks and a big yawn.

“Mama.”

“Yeah, sure, Mama,” Eddie agreed.

It wasn’t Mia’s fault that she barely knew enough sounds to make even the most basic words and had somehow latched onto calling Steve the one thing that would hurt Eddie most.

Steve wouldn’t be around after tonight anyways, and she’d forget all about it, all about him.

Maybe they both could.

Mia fell asleep before she’d even finished her bottle, her fingers wrapped around Eddie’s thumb.

He smiled down at her, getting wrapped up in the peacefulness that always existed when she first fell asleep. The quiet of the room was enough to let him forget for a moment that he was about to have a really difficult conversation.

He set her down in her crib gently, keeping his hand on her chest for a moment when she started wiggling like she was waking up. She calmed immediately, sighing as she fully settled into sleep.

“Hey,” Steve whispered from the doorway.

Eddie turned his head and looked at Steve leaning in the doorway, hands crossed over his chest with a soft smile on his face.

“Hey,” he whispered back, pulling his hand away and walking over to the doorway.

Steve dropped his arms as he got closer, standing up straight as his his smile became more hesitant.

“We should talk,” Eddie said, nodding his head toward the living room.

“Yeah,” Steve sounded resigned, like he knew this wouldn’t go well.

Eddie waited for him to walk away, closing the door behind him, but leaving it open a crack to hear if Mia started crying.

He couldn’t sit, the nervous energy bubbling in his stomach and chest to the point that sitting would feel like holding himself back.

He couldn’t do that tonight, not with Steve.

Steve sat on the couch, his leg bouncing as he leaned forward like he was ready to run the moment things got real.

“I feel like I should apologize-“ Steve started.

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for? Do you know what it was like to be so close to something and then have it ripped away without a reason, an explanation, anything? And I needed you. I needed a friend, I needed you, when Mia showed up. I needed someone who could talk to me like everything was normal, and treat me like everything was normal when everything was not normal. I couldn’t go to the kids, I couldn’t go to the guys, everyone else had left already. I thought you would be here and you weren’t.” Eddie choked on a sob. “I didn’t need you to be anything you weren’t ready for, Steve. I didn’t need you to love me the way I loved you. I didn’t need anything except your friendship. Do you know how fucking terrible it felt to find out you left from Dustin? Dustin, who called me in a panic because he thought you were hurt or worse and I couldn’t even give him an answer.”

“Eds-“

“And then the way Robin covered for you for months before you even talked to the kids? I was hurt about you not wanting to talk to me, but the kids? They practically worship the ground you walk on. The way they asked me if I’d talked to you every time they visited. I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

Eddie took in a deep breath, the tears streaming down his face.

“You can’t crash into my life again, acting like you didn’t rush out of it, and expect an apology to be enough. Especially not when I have Mia. She needs me to be my best and having you coming and going is not going to put me at my best,” Eddie sat on the coffee table, looking away from Steve’s still figure.

“Eddie, I.” Steve touched his knee, grabbing his attention. “I am sorry. I don’t have an excuse and I wouldn’t try to come up with one anyway. I just…I was scared and Robin was the only person who would let me run. She didn’t want me to, but she’s my best friend so she let me. It was stupid and I was stupid, I am stupid.”

None of these words were helping Eddie feel better; In fact, he was feeling worse.

He felt like Steve was being sincere, and he was feeling like he wanted to forgive Steve, and worst of all, he was feeling like he could let Steve in in ways he’d been totally prepared to do before he left.

He couldn’t let himself do that.

He couldn’t let Steve in and get hurt again, couldn’t let himself love Steve and end up with a broken heart.

Not when Mia depended on him.

He had to let Steve go, leave Hawkins again, for good maybe, and hope he found someone so his stupid heart could repair itself quickly.

“I believe you,” Eddie whispered out, not trusting himself to speak louder.

“You do?”

Eddie hated that he sounded hopeful.

“I do.” Eddie looked up at Steve, sad smile in place. “But it doesn’t change things. You left, you’re about to leave again, and I can’t keep my expectations high with you.”

It was a low blow, poor phrasing, and Eddie could sense how much it hurt Steve from the full body flinch.

Steve sat in silence, mouth opening and closing as he searched for a response.

“I think you should go. I’m trying to be a good dad for Mia, and be responsible, and not do something stupid, so you need to go.”

Eddie heard his own voice break at the end, but hoped maybe Steve would leave him.

“Can I please just…” Steve touched his cheek. “Can I kiss you? I wanted to before. I wanted to come here before I left. I just knew it wouldn’t change anything.”

“It won’t change anything now,” Eddie stared at him wide-eyed, half wishing he would kiss him and half wishing he’d walk away.

“It would be a reminder to me. Of what I gave up because I couldn’t face what I could have had.”

Eddie blinked once.

He should say no.

He should.

But he gulps, he leans in, and he presses his lips to Steve’s.

It’s soft, softer than Steve deserves and softer than Eddie knows he can handle dealing with later.

It’s barely anything really, he only considers it a kiss because it’s everything he’d wanted with Steve from the first time he woke up to him in his hospital room after nearly being eaten alive.

It’s also long, surprisingly so for something that’s barely a kiss at all.

Steve clearly doesn’t want it to end, but doesn’t push to deepen the kiss at all.

Eddie knows he’ll have to end it.

He doesn’t want to.

He ends it.

He pulls away slowly, feels a small droplet of spit that isn’t his sticking to his bottom lip, wishes it could stay there forever.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, savored the feeling, the taste, the knowing.

When he opened them, Steve was staring at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Please go,” he said softly.

Steve let out a small whimper, but nodded and stood up, no longer looking at Eddie.

When he got to the door, he turned.

“I loved you, too. I do, still. And it’s not fair for me to say that, but I just need you to know that I think about what I gave up every day. And after seeing you with Mia today, I know I’m never going to find anything like what I’ve gotten to share just in a few hours with you two.” Steve huffed, clearly trying not to cry. “I don’t think there’s ever gonna be a time when I don’t love you, Eds. I’m sorry I couldn’t show that when you needed it most.”

He turned to leave.

Eddie slid to the floor and let out a sob.

He had at least four hours to cry before Mia would wake up for a bottle, and another two or three after that before Wayne would be home.

Hopefully the tears would dry up by then.

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Chapter 3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ao3 fic #mechanic eddie munson #single dad eddie munson #chapter 2

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bendingthelaws · 6 months ago

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The last time we saw Karsten & Serena

The drive to the morgue is over, now what...

There was a slightly awkward silence for the last few blocks to the morgue. Karsten was kicking himself for being too forward, or at least he felt he had been. He knew she had been hanging out with Keegan at Kelleher’s, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know how his friend felt about the woman. Keegan knew how he felt too, and it hadn’t stopped him from trying to have a relationship with her. Regardless, Karsten wasn’t about to say or do anything more that would make her uncomfortable. Finally they pulled into the underground parking at the morgue. Parking between two of the removal vans, he turned the engine off. “Hold on, I’ll come around and help you out with that.” He gave Serena a smile before unlocking the truck and hopping out of his side. As if the morning hadn’t started bad enough, he’d just made it suck more and be uncomfortable at the same time. Way to go Karsten!

Opening her door, he offered to take the cooler again. “Here, we’ll do it reverse. What do you say?”

The look in Karsten’s eyes when he’d said he wouldn’t hurt her had stopped Serena’s heart. He meant it, but not just as a friend. Not that she’d been oblivious to how he’d felt before, but it had been so clear that she couldn’t ignore it. Just like she couldn’t ignore how Keegan felt either. She was so messed up in the head and heart, there was a part of her that wanted both of them.

The silence had killed her those last few blocks, so when they pulled in, she’d been relieved that it would be over. She just hadn’t known what to say, and she was sure that Karsten probably thought that she was blowing him off. It was all such a mess, and it was all her fault. It just made her hate Rob more for what he’d done, his deception, and his sudden disappearance.

Looking down at Karsten after he’d opened her door, she handed the cooler over, and started to get out. This is when their height difference became apparent and slightly humorous. “Good lord, Karsten, I feel like I’m going to have to jump down. You need a step or something for those of us with short legs.” She looked over at him and laughed as she tried to figure out the best way to do this without falling. The last thing she needed was to jump down and end up falling, possibly hurting herself. That would really make the morning complete.

“Hold on, doc.” He laughed and had her turn sideways as he slid the cooler into the floorboard of the passenger seat. “It’s not that high, Rena. You’re just not used to it, yet.” The last word was a wish of his, but he kept his tone light so it didn’t seem like he was hitting on her again. “Here, I’ll help you down.” He reached up and put a hand on each side of her waist, picking her up out of the truck and taking a step back before setting her down on the ground. “See, not that bad.” He gave her a wink and a smirk, but how close they were wasn’t lost on him.

For a moment it was hard for him to breathe, their bodies brushing seeming to send an electric charge over him. Looking down into her dark eyes that seemed to pull him in had him transfixed. His mouth seemed overly dry, his lungs tight, and he wasn’t sure if he could have pulled away if he wanted to. She certainly had some effect on him, and he wondered if he even had a drop of that kind of effect on her.

A soft blush rising to her cheeks as she could feel the weight of his gaze, Serena gave a soft laugh. “I should have known that I could count on my favorite detective to help me out of a jam.” She didn’t move back from him, though. Their sudden closeness like this was acutely noticed by her, and she too was struggling by the feelings it was evoking in her. Feelings that she had been fighting and trying to find places for. In her chest, her heart was thudding and she had butterflies. Since Rob had left, she’d avoided being close to either of the two men that she knew there were mutual attractions building between. Even at Kelleher’s she kept space between her and Keegan. At the moment she didn’t want that space with Karsten, just the opposite. As she looked up at him, her teeth caught the corner of her lower lip while she tried to figure out if they were thinking the same thing and what that meant.

Well, now wasn’t this something? Maybe that silence hadn’t been as awkward as he thought it had been. He found his arms going around her waist, and he smirked down at her. His fingers played with the fabric of her shirt, waiting to find out if she was going to push him away or welcome his touch.

When he spoke, his voice had lowered some, taking on a slightly husky tone as well. "Favorite detective, huh? You know, I like the sound of that!" Damn he couldn't keep the grin off of his face if he tried. He thought he’d completely blown it by touching her face like that in the truck; but she wasn’t pulling back and he wasn’t being hit, so there was hope he wasn’t misreading things now.

Serena could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress shirt and it caused her skin to pebble and ache for that fabric to be gone. As close as they were, she wanted to be closer. Where had these thoughts and desires come from? She wasn’t quite sure, nor was she sure when they had started, but she was tired of closing herself off to try to keep from being hurt again like Rob had done. Karsten wasn’t Rob, and he wouldn’t be like him either.

Moving slightly closer, her hands landing on those slim hips of his, her eyes raising up to meet those intense blue ones of his, one brow slightly raised. "Do you now? I thought you knew." Tease was laced through her voice, but there was a slight nervousness as well. He had to know about Keegan, the two men were practically best friends after all. Yet here they were. There could be no way he could miss the attraction she felt to him, it was written all over her face. She just hoped he couldn’t tell how tight her chest was and the amount of butterflies she was feeling.

A soft chuckle came from him at her tease. Damn, she was relaxing and that smile of hers could stop his heart. When had he become such a sap? "After your last experience with cops, gorgeous, I wasn't sure you'd want to be this close to any of us." He pulled her in closer. All she had to do was tell him to stop and he would, but he was hoping she wouldn’t. "I had my suspicions,” he winked at her with a grin. The way she was looking up at him was making him a little sure of himself, “but it's always good to know for sure." One of his hands rose to gently caress her face, his expression softening.

"I don't paint everyone with the brush of one who hurt me, Karsten." Her head tipped back a little more to look up at him. Not wanting to be in Mulligan’s didn’t equate to not wanting to be around Karsten. She wasn’t sure he would understand. "I do know a good man when I see one." There could be no missing her meaning of those words, her expression and tone made it clear. He was a good man, a good cop, and one she’d realized she had feelings for in recent times when they’d worked together on the Rakeovich case and trial prep.

"You know flattery will get you everywhere with me, doc." He grinned slowly, lowering his head, bringing his forehead near hers as he looked in her eyes. "As will that smile of yours." His hand started to barely caress the skin along her jaw and then neck. The feel of her skin under his rough fingertips was something he could get used to, and wanted to. "Absolutely everywhere." His lips met hers softly, slowly, deepening as his fingers found the back of her neck to pull her into the kiss. He’d waited for this, and if it was the only one he ever got, he’d make it one to remember.

The second their lips met there was a strong spark between them, one that Sereba hadn't seen coming but wasn’t going to fight. As the kiss deepened and their tongues danced together, her hands found his back to pull herself to him. She’d deal with whatever there was between her and Keegan later, she wasn’t going to dull this moment at all. Serena’s focus was only on the handsome detective that had her in his arms at the moment. His kiss was doing a good job of removing all other thoughts from her mind. As she kissed him back as passionately as he was kissing her, her hands found their way under his jacket and up the back of his shirt. There was something about the way that his muscles reacted to her touch that had her pressing fully against him and melting more into their kiss.

Hot damn! She was kissing him back, and fuck did she do it well. There was no missing now that she was as attracted to him as he was to her. He’d meant what he said in the truck, he’d never hurt her. Karsten wanted her, but he wanted her happy more. It wasn’t just lust, he genuinely cared about her, and he had a feeling she knew it. Watching what Rob did to her had gutted him. Those sparkling eyes had dulled, her smile never reaching her eyes - not till she’d looked at him right before their kiss. He’d never let it be dulled again.

In the past he'd been respectful that she was with a brother in blue, but when that had ended he'd seen an opening. He’d been patient and supportive, tried to be a good friend to her, but he’d also hoped she’d see him more than just a coworker and friend. Now it was clear she had, he wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that.

When their lips finally parted, Serena found herself a little breathless. Eyes rising to meet his, she spoke slowly with a breathy voice "is that why you were wanting to help me out of the truck, detective?" Tease and temptation danced in her words and eyes. Her head slightly spun and she knew that she was in trouble. It would be too easy to fall for Karsten, and she was still kind of scared of falling for anyone.

His thumb grazed her jaw, "no, but I’ll help you out of the truck, your car, hell even your office chair if I get more of those.” Karsten’s hand came up to caress the side of her face again. Rob was a fool, but he wasn’t. As much as he wanted to take her out, make her his, and be only hers, he wasn’t going to rush a damn thing. Some things were worth waiting for, she was one of them. “No pressure though, doc. I can be a patient man when it comes to waiting for something I want, and I want this.” His forehead rested against hers, she had no clue how bad he wanted this.

"Who says you have to wait?" Mischief swirled in her eyes as she brought her lips to his this time. Her hands ran up his back, bunching the fabric of his shirt under her fingertips as they pressed harder against his back. Again she melted against him, losing herself in his arms and his kiss. Never had she felt anything but safe with Karsten, and that was very true now only it was her heart she was trusting him with as much as her life.

He was a goner, a flat out goner for this woman, and he didn't give a fuck about it. He knew how his friend felt, and it would have to be dealt with eventually. Right now was not that time. Karsten had never hid how he felt towards Serena from Keegan, and it hadn’t stopped his friend from making his own moves from what Karsten had heard. Keegan might think he had a lock on the gorgeous doc, but it clearly wasn't the case. Karsten was going to make sure it never was.

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svetavorshevsky · 4 months ago

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FOR: @sofiedekker WHEN: August 24' (End) WHERE: Vixen.

Svetlana watched them from the back seat of the black sedan, the rain rapping like a hum in the otherwise deafening silence. For a woman who showed little to no emotion, this was probably the most emotionally charged decision she'd ever made. Olga would be turning in her grave if she could see her daughter.

It looked like a slip of power because it was.

This plan had been in motion for weeks, like a ticking time bomb in her mind. It was unreasonable jealously, unreasonable rage. She couldn't feel anything else, and she never really did. Indifference was a word better suited to her in the "other times" she found herself living. Everyone was positioned exactly where they needed to be. Vitaly parked a few blocks away, engine idling, ready and waiting. He was reliable because he didn't ask questions. She knew he wouldn’t question her orders—he never did. She liked that about him. But Vitaly wasn’t the one who would be getting his hands dirty tonight. That honour was reserved solely for her.

He knew nothing of what they were doing. That way Pavel couldn't bring down hell upon his shoulders.

Igor stood at the alleyway’s edge, waiting for her signal. A high whistle, just as she'd used in Miami to signal incoming orders. He was a brute of a man, his size alone enough to intimidate even Sveta. Which was a rare occurrence.

It wasn’t about sending a message to the French, although that would certainly be a much-appreciated side effect. Especially gaining favour with the Rutherfords — which they needed right now. No, this was far more personal. Svetlana’s lips curled into a smile as she thought about the pretty face that had once captured her husband’s heart. A heart that now belonged to Svetlana, or at least, what was left of it.

Pavel was hers.

Svetlana had never been one to share. Not wealth, not power, and certainly not love. So when the back entrance opened, they moved. Igor moved. The car rolled close and she smiled like she'd set eyes upon her prey.

"Sorry, you might've not saw this coming — y'know, one eye and all."

#sveta vorshevsky #sofie & sveta #location: vixen #ext. back entrance.

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masterjedilenawrites · 2 years ago

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Old Friends

Boss & Cody | 1.5k words

Content: silliness, cursing, brief sad/dark moment

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): I haven't even consumed any Delta Squad material, but solely the writing on this blog made me love them all and...I think Boss and Cody would get along.

Boss slid into the booth, the familiar squeak of the red vinyl seats bringing a small smile to his face. It had been a while since the last visit to this diner, but the place forever stayed the same. He liked that. A constant among the variables of the galaxy.

Usually he was the one running late, but today it was Cody. Only just a little. The battalion commander slipped into the opposite side of the booth an appalling five minutes after their set time.

"Unacceptable," Boss shook his head, ahead of any potential apologies. He could never resist an opportunity to rag on the otherwise disciplined man. "I'll have to write you up for this."

"Feel free to add that illegally parked speeder outside to your report, too," Cody threw back at him, casting a knowing look over the menu.

"It's not blocking any exits," Boss said defensively. "Besides, not my fault they decided to tear up half the parking lot. What are they working on anyway?"

Cody shrugged, scanning the menu despite probably having memorized it by this point. The two of them had been coming to this diner for years, ever since their first deployment. It wasn't frequent, every few months or so, just to catch up and commiserate. But it was enough to have an established routine.

"Maybe I'll try one of the salads this time," Cody said predictably, as he always did. Boss knew he'd pretend to seriously consider the thought, but would ultimately tell the waitress he wanted the double-patty bourbon burger, with extra cheese.

"But seriously, are they just fixing the parking lot or are they building something?" Boss was still stuck on the unexpected construction job outside.

Cody glanced up for a moment, knowing Boss needed time to wrap his head around big changes. "From what I hear, apartments."

"Apartments?"

Cody nodded and returned his gaze to the menu. "100 floors, about 2000 tenants, mid-range pricing. They're laying the foundation next week."

Boss frowned at the news. He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"Now why would they go and do a thing like that? This is the flattest part of the planet. Barely any high-rises around. And it's quiet. 2000 tenants is not quiet."

Cody stifled a laugh. Boss was turning more into a crotchety old man by the day.

"Welcome back, boys," the waitress approached with her customary greeting. She was a middle-aged pink Twi'lek, kind but not overly friendly. She took their orders, kept their sodas refilled, and would only make one comment about being "safe out there" when they left. Just how they both liked it. Civvies were either prying into their business as soldiers, or ignoring them all together. This little diner on the outskirts of town provided the perfect sanctuary between the two.

"Glad to be back, ma'am," Cody nodded.

"The usual again, Commander?"

"Yep. Doubly-patty bourbon burger. Extra cheese. Side of fries."

Cody looked proud of himself as he recited each part of his order. This was his "cheat" meal, the one time he allowed himself such greasy, fatty food.

"And for you, Sarge?"

Boss was still frowning on his side of the table, but didn't skip a beat in getting his order in.

"Fish 'n' chips with a side of slaw."

He, too, got the same thing each time.

"And two diet cokes," the waitress filled in for them as her pencil scratched against the notepad. Why she bothered writing it down was always a mystery. Apparently they all were just going through the motions. She took the menus and scurried away, leaving the two soldiers in a brief but comfortable silence.

"Where you heading next?" Cody was the first to break the silence, always interested in what little details Boss was allowed to share about his squad's more covert operations.

"Devaron. SAR. Some sort of animal ravaged the temple," Boss said gravely.

Cody nodded. He'd heard something about that. "Terrible business," he muttered.

"Yeah. Likely no survivors. Do you remember what unit was stationed there?"

"One of the ARF troops, I believe," said Cody, just as the waitress returned with their sodas. Cody chewed on the straw while he tried to remember more. "Trauma? Commander Trauma."

Boss slurped his own drink and said no more on the subject. They'd been trained not to dwell on that part of the war, so when it did come up, there wasn't much they knew how to do to process the losses.

"The squad's all good?" Cody changed the topic. It did the trick.

Boss launched into a whole tirade about the most recent shenanigans he'd been dealing with from his team. Apparently it'd all started with some maintenance projects from Fixer on a mission the week before, and things quickly fell apart from there.

"So this fool's got half the ship in pieces, no one can find anything they're looking for, we're tripping over wires and shit. The 'fresher's out of commission so we're having to use the village's community center just to take a dump. Of course we got Scorch whining like a baby left and right. And don't even get me started on Sev...."

Boss trailed off as their food was delivered, giving him a chance to calm down as he focused on shaking out some tartar sauce for his fish.

"Wait, Sev?" Cody was chuckling throughout the whole story. He always got a kick out of a good Delta Squad tale. As well as the increase in colorful language from Boss as he got more worked up. "I thought Scorch was your troublemaker?"

"Oh no. Scorch does all the dumb shit, Sev convinces him to do it. That's the difference between a clown and a comedian for you."

Cody snorted as he leaned in for a bite of his burger. "So what happened?"

"He got Scorch to make some comment to the village elders about one of their superstitions, so the dumbass ends up getting pulled into the river and half the village is around him trying to purge him of his sins or some shit. And Sev's just feeding into it. Oh yeah, he was born on a full moon, Father Pak," Boss slipped into an imitation of the gruff sniper's voice. "He says weird things in his sleep all the time. Shit like that. As if I don't have the senator calling me every ten minutes for updates on the bomb situation, which I can't answer because Fixer won't fix the kriffing ship!"

Cody was silently laughing, his stomach almost hurting from the spasms he was trying so hard to control. He shook his head as his friend was finally able to take a breath and a bite of food.

"But let me guess," Boss glowered up at Cody's shaking. "Your boys are doing just fine aren't they? Perfect little angel soldiers, always do as they're told. Making their mommy so proud."

"You're just jealous I'm the better boss," Cody couldn't help a self-satisfied smirk.

Boss flicked a strand of cabbage at him.

"Speaking of dysfunctional units... You oughta meet Sergeant Hunter."

"Yeah? And what unit's that?" Boss didn't actually sound that interested. He was busy trying to wipe a spot of fish batter grease that had somehow made it on his blacks.

"Clone Force 99. Experimental unit. I've been sending them out on some random missions, getting their feet wet. They're wicked good, mind you, but they do have some growing up to do."

Boss continued to wipe at his lap but then looked up once the silence settled in, finding Cody giving him a meaningful look.

"I'm not the GAR's super nanny, you know" he bemoaned.

"Super nanny?"

"A dumb show the boys watch," he quickly brushed it off, not wanting to admit he was the one who was caught up on every episode. "Point is, you can't keep throwing every unruly shiny you come across my way. I thought you were the better boss here, anyway."

"And yet, it's still your name for a reason," Cody pointed out, downing the last of his soda. "You took all of Scorch's pep and fire and turned him into the best demolitions expert in the Republic."

"It'd sound more impressive if he hadn't burnt his kriffing eyebrows off," Boss grumbled under his breath.

"Fixer? A hopeless cause, now he's your second-in-command. And Sev? Well... still not sure what his deal is, but sounds like he's working out."

Boss only grunted.

"I'm only asking you to talk to the Sergeant about his team, that's all. You don't have to adopt them."

"Fine," Boss relented, throwing in his napkin on the table as an added show. "Just invite him to the next luncheon, then."

Cody's comms link started going off. The two men exchanged an understanding look. "Luncheon" was officially over.

"I think I will," Cody smirked, quickly scooping up his helmet and starting to shimmy out of the booth.

Boss gave him a two-finger salute as he fished out some credits to pay for his meal.

"Good luck with the SAR, Sergeant."

"Until next time, Commander."

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thecrimeofmans-laughter · 7 months ago

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Aight, my turn to give you numbers for this Daydream ask game thing

2, 7, 17, 18, 19, 26, 28 (I hope this isn't too much)

i haven't gotten many asks so this many numbers is perfect!! :D extremely long post ahead be warned

PARACOSMS MENTIONED IN EACH QUESTION:

2, 7 — the super happy life of akemi ōtani (samurai warriors fictparacosm)

17 — most/all of them

18 — queerer things still

19 — yttd paracosm 2 (yttd fictparacosm)

26 — most/all of them

28 — loust (lost fictparacosm)

2. if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

since it's a blanket paracosm it encompasses every daydream i have about the koei warriors games ever, but here are some highlights (mostly lowlights) of this hypothetical fandom:

only focusing on the few romantic ships despite it being primarily a platonic/familial relationship-focused paracosm

chikurin-in being assigned as lesbian because she's mean even though she's canonly pan and ace (which would also ensue some Discourse)

people will find akemi annoying and ditzy unfortunately :(

kanbei's disabilities (his blindness in one eye + his bad leg) after being freed from imprisonment will be ignored entirely

modern au tattoo shop/flower shop with kanbei and hanbei (this is a positive. i think this would be cute. sw5 definitely, sw3 and 4 maybe but it's hard for me to imagine that kanbei having tattoos when he looks inches away from death. a needle on his body would simply make him pass away)

7. imagine your paras have at least a basic knowledge of driving (or even just like, cars). can they parallel park?

assume this is a modern au 👍 i'm only gonna do the four main paras that this paracosm takes its name from, because otherwise i'd have... a lot of characters to do...

AKEMI: confidently believes she can parallel park, results vary but skew towards being dogshit. she will absolutely hit the car in front of or behind her at least once, and will even use it as a way to adjust. she has gotten several notes left on her windshield because of this. she continues to try despite the haters. go girl!!

CHIKURIN-IN: parallel parking was the first thing she wanted to master specifically because she knew akemi would never ever be able to do it and then she would have to. is very good at it, but is also a bit aggressive about pushing her car into the tiniest spaces possible just to prove she can. she also insists on complete silence while parking and if you even breathe too loud she has to halt the process to yell at you for breaking her concentration.

YOSHITSUGU: he puts on so little airs about it and is so chill that people assume that he can parallel park. he can't. he avoids it at all costs and will park blocks away from where he needs to be just to avoid doing it. he is at peace with this, and it drives everyone who knows him well crazy.

TAKATORA: can parallel park just fine, but angrily curses like a fiend while doing it such that you would think he's trying to adjust over a minefield. being in the car with him is like doing math homework while your dad yells, "WHAT'S 6 TIMES 7?!?!?!" at you as you sob onto your worksheet. the back of the passenger seat has permanent indentations from how tightly he grips into it when he turns to stare out the back. oddly enough, he is not prone to road rage?

17. make one of those "[blank] spoilers without context" memes for your paracosms. then explain it (or don't :))

i made this a while ago (which inspired this question) so here you go (plus a gif i was gonna add into the original image, but it downgraded the quality by a ton)

18. who is your second favorite para, and why aren't they your favorite?

hm this is hard! i think maybe rory is my second favorite only because he has the least opportunity for angst? however he's very comforting so he's high up on the list. enya is probably my fave because they are rife with drama and angst (and bonus: the two of them interact a lot because he's a very chill and nice friend to them)

19. what would your paras' typing styles be like? do they use lots of emojis? sign off each text like a letter? type with lots of weird spaces and ellipses?

again using the four main paras for this and not the whole cast

MONA: definitely uses texting emoticons as a little garnish. something like: "hi mom ^_^ what's for dinner? :0 love you <3"

RANMARU: uses emojis sparingly because he doesn't really get what they mean. the end of his text will always be something like "what does 💀 mean mona am i gonna die. why did you send me 😭 are you okay"

EMIRI: she loves emojis and they punctuate nearly every text. lots of these -> 🥰☺️💛👏🥺😂

SHUNSUKE: He texts all properly like this, and it's very weird. Corporate businessman core. Occasional red heart emoji. ❤️

26. FREEBIE! drop some long-winded lore or some memes or whatever you want ^▽^

i edited this tweet for mona a while ago because it fits her so well LMAO

28. for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

absolutely lmao. i have paracosms for tv shows (namely 1) the arrowverse combined agents of shield and 2) lost) and i have a paraself in both of those, so whenever i watch them internally i'm like "where am i and why does no one care about me in canon >:("

and poor sawyer got hit with the OC-ification beam the hardest (new boyfriend and adopted child) so whenever in canon he's like "i'm doing what i need to do to survive... i can't connect with anyone emotionally... ghhhhh" i'm like don't worry baby go cry jags about it into your bf's shoulder and stop your kid from biting people <3

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masterwords · 2 years ago

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a fine line

This WIP has been sitting in my drafts forever waiting for...something. And I don't have that something, so it's just here. Hotch's injuries after Perotta should have been a little more extensive, and I can't be held responsible for putting Morgan in a situation to help him out. (2.2k messy, pointless, choppy and unedited words)

“Aaron?” Haley asked, swiping her hand over the once warm place he'd occupied in their bed. It was rumpled enough that she knew he had come to bed. Later than her, she'd been there hours before he came home, and now he was gone again. “Aaron?”

Silence. At first, but after a moment she could hear him in the bathroom. The shower was running, hot steam filtering slowly beneath the door. She thought about getting up, checking on him, but it was 4am. He was probably being called in and he hated to be bothered while he got ready for work. There was a certain routine he insisted on in order to prepare himself for the work he would have to do, the things he would have to stomach, the pieces of his soul he would have to guard. He had to set his mind right, block out everything that made him human.

They had argued plenty over it. She only wanted to help, to make him coffee or breakfast, help him in some way. Be part of it instead of always being on the outside. But she couldn't, and at a certain point she stopped trying. So, with one fearful glance at the closed bathroom door, she lay back down and pushed her face beneath the covers to go back to sleep. His side of the bed smelled like him and she would have to be content with that for now.

Jack woke while he attempted to drink a cup of coffee. Just a diaper change and a bottle, both of them managed to stay entirely silent so Haley could stay sleeping. It was both the most and the least he could do in his condition. Jack was a baby, he didn't need conversation, he needed action.

He managed to slip out of the house before she woke again, his starched and stiff collar high on his neck, tie pulled tight. The bruises, Perotta's marks, had deepened in the hours since the junkyard. His neck was flooded nearly black with bruises, one deep red pressure cut slicing through the middle garish and mad. Walking from his car to the front door, his mouth filled with saliva and the thought of swallowing it nearly brought tears to his eyes. He'd been spitting into a cup for the last few hours, the swelling in his throat finally reaching the point that swallowing was nearly out of the question. But he couldn't spit into a coffee cup in front of Quantico so he forced himself to swallow and nearly cried for the pain of it. His grip on the coffee cup tightened while he rode the elevator, while the saliva once again built up with nowhere to go but down or out. If he wasn't careful, he'd be sick, and then he'd really be in for it.

Gritting his teeth, he made his way from the elevator to his office without more than a good morning wave at the few people who were in earlier than he was. They probably had actual work to do, he was just hiding his injury from his wife. Home only long enough to sleep for a couple of hours. She wasn't going to understand this one, not with a new baby at home. It was a miracle he'd managed to come home and leave without Jack crying and waking Haley, and he knew he couldn't do it again.

He would have to find a way to make it seem better than it was.

The hum of the fan in his office was calming. His heart beat in time with its quiet rhythm and he popped the top off of the coffee cup to spit inside, praying no one would come and witness it. He was lucky, just barely got the lid back on before Gideon sped by with a quick glance and a wave. Anyone else and they might have stopped to chat, but even if Gideon had figured him out, seen what he was doing, he doubted very much that he would stop and inquire. Close call. He set the coffee cup on his desk and settled into his seat. There had to be something he could do to entertain his mind, focus him on something other than the strangling pain in his throat.

Garcia showed up with donuts, the giant pink box filling her arms to the brim. Maple bars, pink sprinkles, chocolate, all the classics. His stomach growled just thinking about that glazed blueberry cake donut right there in front. She was holding the box open and indicating it, like she'd picked it out just for him. “Sir?” she asked, curious at the look of desire on his features but his lack of motion. “The blueberry one is most definitely for you. The last one they had.”

He'd already attempted talking, just to himself in the car, and there was no way he could do it without coming under instant scrutiny. His voice was strangely crushed sounding, gruff and breathy, air through a bent straw. So he just smiled and reached out for the donut, placing it on the napkin she'd put on the desk for him and trying to force the words “Thank you” out as quickly and evenly as he could. She caught it, just briefly, but didn't know him well enough to say anything. He was intimidating enough with his frown set, that deep crease between his eyebrows that told her not now, maybe not ever...so she smiled at him and closed the box.

“You are ever so welcome, sir,” she said a little quieter, a little more serious before turning and leaving. Maybe she would talk to Derek, he seemed to be the only one who ever talked to Hotch with any sort of confidence. Sometimes it was uncomfortable to watch, the way he stood up to Hotch's orders, questioned them either in public or in private, but there was something there. Some mutual respect or admiration, so when he did that...Hotch listened. He may not always side with Derek when all was said and done, but he would always give Derek the floor and to Garcia that spoke volumes. So, with her box of donuts, she made the rounds until she ended at his desk.

“Hey, you,” she said, leaning against his desk. “You want some sugar?”

“Not during office hours, hun,” he replied, swirling around in his chair and waggling his eyebrows at her. “Ohhh you got maple bars!”

“Nuh-uh, that last one is for boss man's afternoon snack. You know how he gets when he has meetings through the lunch hour...I got you the chocolate with sprinkles.”

Derek scrunched his nose and frowned, but in the end he only shrugged it off and grabbed the chocolate frosted donut gladly. Any donut was better than no donut. In truth, he doubted very much that Hotch would feel like eating that or any donut after the junkyard but Garcia didn't know that, she didn't watch it happen. He was waiting for the right time to approach him about it, and watching Gideon breeze past Hotch's office told him that time hadn't come yet. If Gideon didn't think it appropriate, he would wait too.

Until Garcia opened her mouth. She leaned forward and in a hushed whisper that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, she spoke. “I don't think he's okay,” she started, flicking one finger against a crumb of frosting stuck in the corner of Derek's lips. “Can you check on him? Please?”

“Babygirl,” he sighed, shoving the last bite of the donut he'd made very short work of into his mouth. “If he's in bad shape after last night, he'll wanna be left alone for a while. He's here in the office, that's something.”

“Not enough,” she huffed indignantly, pushing the giant box at Derek's chest. One final donut remained. “Take this up to him later. That's your excuse.” He rolled his eyes but there was no telling that woman no, so he agreed. He'd go up in a bit, give Hotch time to settle into his day. Curiously, he clicked around until he was in Hotch's schedule, he had full access to it as his lead, as his former partner, and usually all he did was add things to it but slowly he poked around finding things he could pull off instead. A consult here, a deposition request there, until his schedule looked light enough that they might have time for a chat in a bit. Sure, Derek had his own work to do, but Elle and Spencer didn't look too busy so he was able to pass things on down the line.

“Hey, Hotch, you got a minute?” Derek asked, just after the lunch hour, after an entire day of tooling around without seeing Hotch leave his office one time. Not even for a quick bathroom break. Hotch nodded and slipped his hand around the coffee cup on his desk, sliding it out of the way. As if Derek wouldn't immediately notice the shift, the slight movement, and frown.

“You go to the doctor like Gideon told you to?”

Hotch glowered, his eyebrows dangerously close together. “No,” he rasped, his hand immediately flying to his throat without any thought. The sharp burst of pain at the first word he'd spoken since thanking Garcia was shocking and if he'd been standing, he might have found himself more than a little weak in the knees. Derek didn't need any other evidence before shutting the door behind him and entering Hotch's office completely.

“Let me see.”

He set the maple bar down beside the untouched blueberry donut and came around Hotch's desk, leaning his hips there casually. He reached out slowly, and backed up just a little when he caught the slightest hint of a flinch, like he was afraid. It was gone as fast as it came, and if Derek was anyone else he might blurt something out, mention it, but Derek had experience. He'd been there through others, he'd held his hand in the ambulance after Bale, he understood deeply. So he pressed forward until his lithe fingers tugged gently at the knot in the tie, loosening it just enough that he could unbutton the stiff collar on his shirt. Immediately he found himself faced with a sight he wasn't prepared for, the brutality of it immense. He ached to go back in time, the pressure of the gun in his hands, a direct line of sight to Perotta's forehead. One bullet, right between the eyes, and this damage might not be so bad.

But this was his failure. He listened to Gideon, and he let this happen. “Hotch,” he whispered, his fingers lightly dancing over the other man's jaw, trying to get a view of each angle. “I'm so sorry. I shoulda shot that bastard. I had him in my sights.”

“You did...” Hotch rasped and Derek shook his head, pressing his thumbs lightly around Hotch's adams apple just to see. He had some limited EMT training from his days with Chicago PD, and he was rusty but it was better than the nothing Hotch was willing to consent to outside of this office. The swelling was obvious, he could feel it with barely any pressure. “Gideon's orders.”

Derek scoffed. It was a little louder than he intended and he saw the corner of Hotch's lips tick upward in a small attempt at a smile. Derek loved Gideon in his own way, but he didn't like him much tehse days and he certainly didn't trust his judgment. Maybe he hadn't since Boston. “Yeah, well...”

“It's okay Derek.”

“No, it's not,” Derek said quieter, lifting Hotch's jaw to feel beneath the sharp angles. Hotch didn't fight him, didn't move a muscle. Breathing hurt enough that he was on the verge of tears with every swallow, every breath in, so arguing with Derek felt more than a little out of the question.

“Alright. Alright, I'll stop beating myself up if you stop talking...deal?”

Hotch kept up his end of the bargain, but Derek did not. He couldn't let it go. Slowly, carefully, he opened Hotch's collar the rest of the way and told him to wait a moment. Out and back in a flash, straight to the freezer for an ice pack and a cup of ice chips, then the door was closed once again. The ice pack was rested gently against his neck, against the worst of the bruises, and he let Derek hold it there for just a minute before Hotch took it in his own hand and breathed frigid relief against the cooling of his fevered skin.

“Haley must not know yet, huh? Otherwise I doubt you'd be here right now...”

Hotch couldn't help smirking and shrugging, met with only a nod of understanding.

Derek nudged the cup of crushed ice and the spoon in Hotch's direction with a smirk. “Betcha skipped breakfast...and lunch.”

Ice chips. He was starving and Derek had ice chips for him. “You want me to run out for some ice cream or something? I could use a reason to get outta here.”

Hotch smiled and nodded, still not eager to talk. Derek doesn't need him to say a word, but before he left Hotch pushed both donuts in Derek's direction. Getting to have the coveted maple bar didn't feel quite as good now, not while he was sitting here in Hotch's office being given the strangest silent treatment of his life. The first time he'd ever demanded it. But he did enjoy those donuts while he sat there in silence thinking about putting a bullet in Perotta's skull.

Right between the eyes. Pow.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #penelope garcia #haley hotchner #criminal minds #fanfiction #it isn't hotchgan but also it is...because i am incapable of telling where the line is between platonic and in love with them #they simply are.

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