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tanyawritesstories · 3 years ago

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Love Comes With A Hat | Kung Lao x Reader

So this fic was actually based off of a dream I had a few months ago. It's based off the movie characters looks because that's the way I saw it in my brain. It's the first fic I've written for a Mortal Kombat character so I hope y'all like it and that it's accurate.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: technically there's smut but it's brief, pregnancy, drinking, angst, feelings, pregnant reader, Bo Rai Cho is a warning all his own

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You stared at the test in your hand, not experiencing the emotions you expected. You were shocked more than anything, it had only been one random night. It was an accident. An accident you remembered quite vividly. It had started as just a few innocent drinks with Kung Lao, Liu Kang, and their master Bo Rai Cho. But if you learned anything about Bo Rai Cho that night, it was that he liked to drink and he liked to buy drinks for everyone. That's how you and Kung Lao both ended up more drunk than you wanted to be, and if you had learned anything about Kung Lao that night it was that he was a flirty drunk. A very flirty drunk. You were too tipsy to care about your respectful relationship with the Shaolin monk and just happy that your friend was showing you some romantic attention. You shamelessly flirted back and for some reason Liu Kang, who you later learned wasn't actually drunk and just kept lying about the supposed vodka soda he was drinking, let you and his best friend continue to get more and more handsy with one another.

At the end of the night, Liu had dropped off you and Kung Lao at their temporary earthrealm lodge and gone to take Bo Rai Cho home since he was blackout drunk. At least you and Kung Lao could still stand. The second the door was closed and locked, he was on you. His hat was thrown to the side as his lips moulded perfectly with yours. You could taste all the alcohol he'd consumed and it only intoxicated you more. After spending half the time at the bar with his hand up your skirt, Kung Lao wanted the real thing. He had picked you up and set you on the table, laying you down and stripping everything off your bottom half. He eagerly explored the treasure between your legs with his fingers. Even when drunk, Kung Lao was precise with his movements. He brought you to the edge with just his fingers before licking your juices off of them and taking off just enough clothing to free his member and plunge it deep within you.

Everything was a blur after that. He was thick and scraped every euphoric nerve in your body with his movements. Your muscles burned and twitched with every groan and growl he let out, his mouth right next to your ear. It wasn't long before that delicious pressure built back up within you and snapped with a few well aimed thrusts. You remember the warm feeling spread through you as Kung Lao released inside, both of you too drunk to worry about protection beforehand. You laid in an uncomfortable position on the table until Kung Lao pulled out of you and stumbled to the bathroom. You were able to get up and clean yourself off a little, put your skirt back on, and collapse on the sofa. Which is exactly where Liu Kang found you when he got back. He let you sleep and took you back to your apartment in the morning after giving you some herbal pain remedies.

You didn't feel any different the next day, or the next week. You threw up a few times the day after, which you were sure was because of the amount of alcohol you consumed. A whole month and a half passed before your nosey roommate, Mia, brought up the idea that you might be pregnant. She had been keeping track of every strange thing you had done for the past month. From getting up to go to the bathroom in the night more than usual, to the random mood swings, to falling asleep at your desk, and eating pickles with hot fudge the other day. Not to mention, your period was three weeks late and you hadn't even noticed. Mia wanted answers, for you as well as herself, and had already bought you a pregnancy test which she promptly thrust at you.

Now, staring at the little stick that read 'pregnant' in plain English, it was all starting to hit you. You didn't go to see Kung Lao and Liu Kang very often. Once, maybe twice, a month if you weren't busy, to put it simply: you didn't know what to do. You heard knocking on the bathroom door before you heard Mia's voice. "You ok in there, hun?" You blinked back tears of confusion and answered her. "Yeah, I'm ok." You stuck the test in your pocket and exited the bathroom to find Mia standing right outside the door. "So, what's the verdict?" You didn't say anything and just handed her the stick. "I knew it, so who's the daddy?" You cocked an eyebrow at her blunt question but decided to answer. "One of my best friends," you said quietly. Her eyes widened as she handed the test back to you. "That's gonna be tough, how are you gonna do it?" You frowned. "Do what?" She shrugged, the nonchalant look on her face starting to annoy you. "Tell him, ya'know, that he knocked you up." You looked at the test in your hand, feeling the strong urge to just snap it in half. "I don't know."

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You waited two more months, deciding not to tell Kung Lao. He and Liu were your best friends, you didn't want anything to ruin that. You couldn't stay away from them forever, they were already wondering why you hadn't come over the last couple times they invited you. You sent them your work over the computer instead of in person, all the information you had been gathering about potential new champions. Just a few days ago Liu had called just to check in on you, thinking you might be sick or injured. You assured him you weren't but you knew you didn't convince him, he could spot a lie from a mile away.

You had started going to the doctor, getting the proper care and tests done to make sure you and the baby were healthy. You even had ultrasound pictures of your little one, that seemed to cement something in your mind. You needed to tell Kung Lao. Sooner rather than later, before you started showing, there was no hiding it then.

You called Liu Kang before you left and asked him if you could come stay at their place for a night or two. That concerned him a little bit but ultimately he was glad that you would be coming to see him and Kung Lao again. You packed for a couple days and drove for a few hours into the woods where the boy's temporary earthrealm residence was. It was secluded back in the woods along a river popular with fishermen in the morning hours. It blended in and allowed the boys to hide in plain sight, mixed in with the few other fishing cabins along the river. No outworld ruffian would look there.

You arrived at the cabin later than you wanted to, having stopped three times to use the restroom along the way. You had tried not to pack your bags that heavy but you needed clothes and you needed all your computer equipment for work. You grabbed the lightest bag you had and went inside, hoping one of the boys would be able to help you with the rest. The door was unlocked, as they had been expecting you, and you walked right in. You entered the living room and found that master Bo Rai Cho was also visiting. He was sat plopped in front of his new favorite thing ever since you introduced him to it, the television. You set your bag on the floor and he took notice of you. "Y/N!" He got out of his chair, fast for a man his size, and strode over, pulling you into a tight hug. "It's good to see you again." You winced in his tight hug until he let go and you smiled at him. "It's good to see you too, Master Cho." He returned the smile and clapped you on the shoulder before walking to an open window. "Liu Kang, your friend has arrived!" He shouted.

It was only a few seconds until Liu Kang came bounding into the room from outside. You smiled at him and he walked over to pull you into a hug, he almost seemed relieved to see you. "It is good to see you again," he said, pulling away. You half smiled and nodded. "It's good to see you too, Liu. Um, you mind helping me unload my stuff?" He agreed without a second thought and walked out to your car with you. You stopped by your trunk and swallowed hard, your muscles tense and nervous. How were you going to tell Kung Lao? "Is Kung Lao here? Usually I'd see him," you commented. Liu grabbed a few of the heavier bags, lifting them with ease. "No, he is out running errands. He should be back in an hour." You sighed and hung your head, not knowing what to think of that. "Is something wrong?" You took a deep breath and looked over at the concerned young man. "Liu, I need to talk to you."

You both unloaded your car before walking down by the river, through the small flower garden they'd planted. You both took a seat on top of the retaining wall, separating the river from the land. "Now, what do you wish to speak to me about?" Liu sat with his legs criss-crossed, perfectly relaxed. You tried sitting the same way but ultimately just dangled your legs over the wall. "Um, I know I haven't visited in a while, and there's a reason for that.." you stared at the water, avoiding eye contact. Though you could see Liu out of the corner of your eye, looking at you with a worried expression. "That night I crashed on your couch...did Kung Lao ever tell you what happened?" You hesitantly looked over at Liu and his eyes fell to the dirt. "Yes, he told me the day after." You looked back at the ground and sighed, Liu reached over and placed his hand on your knee. "There is no need to be ashamed, you were inebriated. Your judgement was clouded, both of yours." You closed your eyes trying to will yourself not to cry. "There's more to it.." you figured you just had to say it and blinked away tears, looking over at Liu who had his head tilted in curiosity. "Liu, I'm pregnant."

His mouth slowly dropped open as his mind processed the information. His gaze dropped to the ground and his reaction just made you feel worse. "I know, I'm sorry," you said. He looked back up at you. "It is not your fault," he squeezed your knee reassuringly, "this is Kung Lao's business now, you need to tell him." You sniffled and a tear managed to escape down your cheek. "I know, when he gets back will you tell him I need to talk to him? Maybe, give him and I some privacy so we can talk it out?" Liu nodded and gave you a small smile, "of course." You could tell Liu was still trying to comprehend what you told him as you both walked back to the house and he helped you settle in. He tried to strike up normal conversation but it was awkward, you felt like an outsider. After a while you offered to clean the place to try and distract yourself and neither of the men objected.

Kung Lao was gone for longer than expected but eventually he came back, Liu took him aside while you unpacked the groceries. You saw them standing in the corner talking though you couldn’t hear their words. You stared for a second and could read Liu’s lips. ‘Talk to her’ he was saying. You tried to calm yourself down and at the same time psyche yourself up for what you had to eventually tell Kung Lao.

You had just finished putting everything away when Kung Lao approached you. “Liu Kang said you needed to speak to me, privately,” he said. His tone was curious this time, not as serious as he usually was. “Yeah, can we..” you trailed off as you motioned outside. He nodded and waved for you to go first. You walked back out to the same spot you and Liu had sat earlier, on the retaining wall by the river. Kung Lao took off his hat and set it next to him, he knew it was easier for you to talk to him without it ever since you said it was distracting and you were staring at it instead of him. He smirked at the memory and looked back at you, waiting for you to speak.

“What did Liu tell you I needed to talk to you about?” You asked, wondering how to start the conversation. “He just said you needed to talk and that it was important,” he answered bluntly. You nodded and fiddled with the ultrasound pictures in your hoodie pocket. You had worn it to hide the tiny bump that had started to form over the last couple days. “Um, about that night a few months ago-” “I’m sorry,” he interrupted, “I know I should not have gone that far. We were both not ourselves that night.” You smirked. “No, I’m not complaining, but there’s more to it..” you sighed. “I’m not sure how to tell you this but..” you could see him becoming worried. You took one of the photos out of your pocket and handed it to him. He looked confused but took the blurry image, trying to figure out what it was. “You got me pregnant.”

His eyes widened and he looked over at you. “I’m sorry,” you said with a sad look on your face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to say it but you felt like you had just ruined someone’s life. You watched him as he stared at the picture, nothing was clearly visible but it must have seemed convincing enough to him. You slipped the pregnancy test out of your pocket and showed it to him too. You heard him sigh and just kept silent, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. “How far along are you?” he finally asked, his voice scarily cold. “A little over three months,” you answered. You bit your lip before asking a question you needed an answer to. “What are we going to do?” He handed you the test and picture back. “I don’t know.” He said. You were hurt, he had nothing else to say? Your moment was interrupted by Bo Rai Cho calling out that dinner was ready.

Kung Lao helped you up and you walked inside together, he was silent the entire time. You made eye contact with Liu for a split second as you took a seat at the table and his shoulders fell, your expression gave away your emotions. Bo Rai Cho set down the meal, a kind of special fish concoction he had come up with that you normally loved. This time though, it made your stomach turn. The second the aroma hit your nose, nausea hit you badly and you could practically feel the vomit rising in your throat. “I’m sorry, excuse me,” you said quickly before getting up and dashing to the bathroom. You had just enough time to brush your hair out of the way before you emptied your stomach into the toilet.

“What might be wrong with her?” Bo Rai Cho asked. “I didn’t mess it up again, did I?” Liu looked at Kung Lao, his expression urging the other monk to go check on you since this was his doing. But Kung Lao stayed put and just stared back at Liu Kang, his expression unwavering. You could still be heard throwing up in the bathroom down the hall. Liu finally got up and went to check on you. He grabbed a cup of water and a wet cloth to clean off your face. “Lao?” You asked out loud between dry heaving breaths. “No, it’s me,” Liu answered. He kneeled down next to you and rubbed your back until your body finally stopped it’s rejection. “Why didn’t he come?” you asked, sounding defeated. “He does not know how to, right now. He will learn soon," Liu tried to assure you. "He doesn't want any part of this, I know he doesn't," you admitted as you slumped into the corner. Liu handed you the glass of water and watched as you downed it all, thinking. "He will come around, I will talk to him."

You spent the rest of the night in the spare bedroom, hiding and crying. The realization that if Kung Lao didn't help, you'd basically be left alone to raise a child and that idea terrified you. You hoped Liu could talk some sense into him. You loved Kung Lao, only you didn't know how to tell him. The thought of him completely rejecting you because of this was heartbreaking, you wished there was a better solution or any solution at all. Bo Rai Cho felt bad that his cooking had made you sick and made up for it by making you some calming tea and getting you anything you wanted. But the thing you wanted most was Kung Lao back.

You barely slept that night and asked Liu if he could bring your breakfast to your room. You could smell how good it was from your room but you didn't want to get up, you just wanted to hide. Someone knocked on the door and you called out for them to come in. You expected it to be Liu Kang with your breakfast, but Kung Lao had brought it instead. You immediately looked away from him, all the shame and embarrassment coming back. "May I sit?" He asked. You shyly nodded and allowed him to sit on the edge of the bed and hand you your food. "I thought Liu was bringing me breakfast." You wondered out loud. "I wanted to," he said, "I need to apologize for yesterday. I reacted badly." You shrugged. "You reacted normally to shocking news," you replied, slowly starting to eat your food. Kung Lao looked at the floor as he thought about what to say. "I thought about it all last night and...I want to be a part of it. I'm not going to let you do this alone."

Your eyes locked with his and you could see the sincerity in them. You couldn't believe it, your eyes welled up with happy tears. "You're serious? You want to help me?" You questioned. A small smirk came to his face and he took one of your hands in his. "Yes. This is something that will affect us for the rest of our lives. I want to be a part of my child's life." You set your food aside and threw your arms around Kung Lao, hugging him. He was caught off guard but hugged you back. "We can do this," he whispered in your ear. "When is your next doctor appointment, I want to be there." You pulled away just enough to see his face. "Not for another month, are you sure?" He nodded. "I think it's about time I showed up to one," he said with a smirk.

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You met Kung Lao in the hospital lobby and checked in with him, finally glad to have him with you. It was a lot less embarrassing and anxiety inducing, despite the fact that most people were staring at his hat. He stayed by your side with one hand on the middle of your back protectively all the way up to the correct floor, where you had to check in again.

"I'm here for an ultrasound appointment," you said to the receptionist. "Alright," she said, glancing questionably at Kung Lao. You smirked to yourself, he was intimidating. Nobody would dare fuck with you while Kung Lao was at your side. "And who have you brought with you today?" The woman asked, looking again at Kung Lao. You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it. "I'm her boyfriend, and the father," he answered. The woman nodded and went back to her computer. You turned your head to look at him, a huge smile coming to your face. Not wanting to give anything away, Kung Lao just looked at you and winked.

The receptionist got you checked in and you both sat down to wait for your name to be called. You leaned close to him and whispered. "Boyfriend, huh?" He smirked. "It was the only way I could think to tell you," he said, his tone of voice giving away his teasing. You giggled and rested your head on his shoulder, happy when he put his arm around you in return. Your name was called and you both walked back to an exam room. Kung Lao took off his hat and leaned it against the wall, the room was small and he didn't want to accidentally cut anyone.

The nurse took your vitals and asked you a few questions before leaving you and Kung Lao to wait for the doctor. "Can I see it?" You turned to look at him. "See what?" He uncrossed his arms. "The baby." "You will be able to see it on the ultrasound-" he shook his head, interrupting your sentence. "No, your stomach," he clarified. You understood now and laid back on the table, pulling your shirt up to expose your stomach. Now on month five, your bump was getting increasingly hard to hide.

"Can I touch?" He asked. You nodded with a smile, his curiosity and interest was adorable. Kung Lao placed his hand on your stomach and after a moment he began to rub it around. A sudden discomfort peaked in your stomach area and you looked at Kung Lao, who was as surprised as you. "Was that.." you put your hand on your stomach right next to his and after a couple seconds the discomforting, tiny jolt happened again. "It's kicking!" You beamed, “this is the first time I’ve ever felt it.” Kung Lao took your free hand in his, the look on his face seemed genuinely happy this time. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” he said. “Besides the night we made this happen, that is.” You let out an actual laugh, there was the Kung Lao you knew.

The doctor came in and set you all up for the ultrasound. Kung Lao waited impatiently by your side. “The gender should be visible if the baby cooperates, would you like to know?” The doctor asked. You exchanged looks with Kung Lao and came to a conclusion. “Yes, we would like to know,” Kung Lao answered. The doctor nodded and Kung Lao held your hand as the doctor moved the device around your gel covered stomach. The doctor let you both see the screen as they looked around, pointing out things and details that made no sense to you. As long as the baby was healthy that was all that mattered to you.

The doctor finally removed the device and handed you tissue to wipe off your skin. “Looks like he’s all good in there, just stick to what you’re doing and take it easy,” the doctor said. You smiled, “he?” You looked at Kung Lao who looked back at you with a smile. “We’re having a baby boy..” Kung Lao didn’t think, he just pulled you into a tight hug. He’d never been happier in his life. He was going to be a father to a little boy, one he could teach everything he knew, one he could get his own little hat. Everything would be perfect. He kissed your cheek. “I can’t wait to tell Liu Kang.”

#Mortal Kombat #mortal kombat 2021 #kung lao #kung lao x reader #mk11

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captain-yeet · 4 years ago

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The Worst Timing (Felix x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Keeping things to yourself is hard when your father reads minds. How do you successfully keep the secret that you're in a relationship with your family's sworn enemy?

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: NSFW; local man goes down under + edging, swearing, second-hand embarrassment

Author’s Note: Spicy times getting interrupted, I’m a sucker for that. Might make this a two-parter if people like it 🥺👉👈

Privacy in the Cullen household wasn’t always a given, especially with having a mind reader for a father.

Being the adopted member of Edward and Bella Cullen's strange family, you grew up knowing off the bat that your new family were vampires - gifted vampires at that - from very early on. Now that you were a legal adult and out of school, your parents and family were worried about a certain Italian governing force of vampires paying them a visit in regards to your mortality.

They didn't know however, even with your aunt's foresight, that they already knew that you were of the age to be turned. Aro had left that up to fate's hands.

Well, fate's hands being his trusted executioner, who's hands were very much occupied right now with gripping onto whatever part of you he could as the two of you kissed each other with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

"What-what if someone walks in on us?" You half asked half whined into your boyfriend's mouth.

Felix simply laughed, quietly, moving his lips from yours to your cheek. "I have very good hearing, sweetheart, if anyone's approaching the house I'll know."

Luck smiled upon you when you were born. While you didn't share the same blood of Bella, you happened to have a gift that was very similar to hers - the gift of being able to block specific thoughts and memories from someone's mind. You found out while talking with your adopted sister Renesmee one day, she tried to show you something you'd rather not know about with her gift, and your mind and body shied away from it. So much so, her projected memories couldn't get into your head.

Which led you to the helpful discovery that not only could you block Renesmee from from projecting thoughts into your mind at-will, but you could do the same with your dear old dad about your very secret Volturi boyfriend.

You'd been very sneaky, both you and Felix, at working around your family's multiple gifts to stay hidden. Today, your parents and sister were out, leaving you to your own devices. Originally you planned on sneaking Felix into your room but the two of you only made it as far as the living room.

Felix took your chin in his hand and made you look him in the eye; his own were almost pitch black from how dilated his pupils were, the ring of blood red that you'd grown so accustomed to barely visible. "Now relax, mi amore. I've got you."

His words made you feel secure.

With one arm hooked around your waist and the free one reaching down to work on what you assumed was the buckle of his belt, he turned the two of you around, leading you forward towards him. Kissing you again, you heard his pants hit the floor as Felix fell back towards onto the couch behind him, bringing you down on top of him.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him, your thighs on either side of his hips. Shifting your weight a little to each side, a jolt of arousal struck you as he grabbed hold of your hips and thrusted upward, his own arousal plainly obvious.

“These,” Felix growled, reaching up for your shirt, “need to go. Now.”

“Take them off yourself.”

To drive your sassy retort home further, you grinded against him, keeping eye contact. It gave you pleasure to watch him lose his focus, his eyes rolling to the back of his head mouth half open.

If anything, the fact that you, you, could drive a vampire wild was only turning you on further, your ego growing bigger by the second.

You didn’t have long to enjoy your smug pride at giving Felix pleasure however as you felt one of his hands move to your leg and the other staying firmly at your hip; then in the blink of an eye, you were on your back and the sound of cloth being torn caught your attention.

You pouted up at Felix, who tossed the remnants of your now ripped shirt to the side. “I liked that shirt, y’kno- hey!”

Ignoring you, Felix easily tore off everything you were wearing waist down with terrifying ease. Throwing more torn material aside, his eyes travelled up and down your exposed body with growing lust... and a smugness of his own.

Not letting up on the fact he just ripped your clothes, you tried to glare up at him. “I liked those too.”

Felix chuckled darkly. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Even that exact shirt?” you pressed, raising your eyebrows. This man brought out a bratty side to you that you didn’t know existed, and deep down you both secretly liked it.

Felix, even though he'd ever admit it, loved how bratty you got sometimes.

He rolled his eyes, moving off the couch to pull you to the other end of it. “I have money, now relax my dear Y/N.”

Cocky bastard, you thought to yourself.

Completely at his mercy, your boyfriend - or rather, your mate - admired you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. "You have no clue just how absolutely breathtaking you are to me," he said softly, slowly getting on his knees. Felix kept eye contact with you, which felt a little intimidating but also it aroused you.

Before you could open your mouth to respond you gasped as a pair of cold lips brushed against your inner thigh, placing loving kisses trailing up further and further, closer to where you needed it most.

"Felix," you whimpered, wiggling to try and get any friction where you needed it.

"I know, baby," he assured you, "let me make you feel good."

And finally, you felt his tongue make contact with your sensitive core. The moan that left your lips was as sinful as it was needy, leaving you a whimpering mess on the couch.

Felix was an attentive lover, making good use of his mouth and fingers to bring you closer to climax. You could do nothing more than buck against his tongue as he fucked you with it.

"Felix I'm - I'm gonna -"

To your dismay, he pulled out as you began to pull him in closer. His mouth covered in your own wetness, he flashed a grin at you as he rose from his crouched position. "Not yet. I want you to come when I want you to."

You sighed impatiently, feeling like you needed to cry in frustration. So, you bit your lip, trying to contain yourself.

Taking pause, Felix was suddenly at your side, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you. "If you need me to slow down, I can," he offered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “If I’m being too much...”

"You're fine," you assured him with a weak smile, "I'm just... I am, well..." you broke eye contact and stared blankly at his chest as you mumbled the next few words to leave your mouth. "I just really need to come."

He deftly opened the door to your room, chuckling at your words. "You will, I'll make sure of it, cara mia."

"You sound so sure of that," you teased as Felix lay you back onto a bed - your bed. He'd carried you into your room.

"Tease," he growled.

"And you're an incubus."

That made him snort. Felix closed his eyes, shaking his head briefly. "Only for you."

Stepping back, Felix rid himself of the shirt and boxers he wore.

Now, looking at him, you assumed he'd be big. 6'7 and built like a heavyweight champion, physically he was intimidating. Bigger than average. And boy were you correct in that assumption.

Felix wasted no time in lining himself up with your cunt; being completely soaked from what he did to you on the couch, it made it a little easier for you to take him.

Pants and moans filled the room, neither of you holding back with the sounds you were making. For you this was bliss; you couldn't imagine anything better than Felix, nothing would ever compare.

It didn't take long for you to build your climax up again. Felix could tell by how much more ragged your breathing had become.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised you, feeling his own release build up as he watched you come undone beneath him, "come for me. I want you to come for me, baby."

His words coaxed your impending orgasm along, and you wordless cried out, grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails in as you rode it out.

The sensation of your nails digging into his back brought along his own orgasm, a feral snarl ripping through his throat. You heard something snap just behind your head as Felix's thrusts slowed down.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the only sound in the room being your erratic heartbeat and breathing.

The post-sex bliss was that; blissful. Being in his arms, you felt like you were home.

Until the bliss was brought to an end.

"Y/N?" An urgent voice called out from somewhere in the house.

Your dad.

So much for Felix’s super hearing.

Locking eyes with Felix with nothing other than the shared expression of "oh shit," he deftly rolled off you, his boxers back on in a flash as you darted up from your bed to lock your bedroom door.

"Y/N Cullen answer me!" Edward's sharp voice boomed from the hallway, coming closer.

"You smell that scent too right, dude?" A second voice called out.

Uncle Emmett.

You looked back to Felix, who now at least had some of his clothes on. He gave you an apologetic look, throwing you the nearest article of clothing near him; a long shirt dress.

You quickly padded over to him and he cupped your face, stroking your cheek reassuringly with his thumb as your door began to rattle. "Go," you whispered, pointing toward your bedroom window.

"You better put that on," he replied, eyeing the door warily.

You fumbled with the dress, shoving your arms through it and quickly pulling it down over you.

Luckily for your chastity, the moment you were decent, your door came barreling down, hitting the floor with a loud thud as your father and uncle burst into your room. Their eyes widened when they saw who you were with.

"Oh shit," Emmett shouted, eyes wide looking between you and Felix.

"You motherfucker," Edward snarled in a deadly quiet tone of voice, his eyes locked solely on Felix.

You turned back to Felix, who was as tense as a spring. "Go, now!"

"I love you Y/N," he said urgently, his gaze flickering to the window.

"I know," you replied hastily. You had to buy him time, a window to escape out your actual window. You vaguely acknowledged the sound of your uncle shouting "What!?" at Felix's words.

So, you grabbed a nearby chair and launched it at the two of them.

Edward caught the chair easily, tossing it gently to the side to turn the full intensity of his glare onto you. "You, young lady, have some explaining to do. What was that... that monster doing in our home?"

You turned around, and saw the window wide open, Felix nowhere to be seen. You hoped he'd run far enough to where he could avoid your family's wrath.

Despite the clear trouble you were in, you couldn't help but giggle at the tonight of him running half dressed through the woods.

#late but shhhhh #its a sinful monday night #praise marcus or whatever #twilight saga #felix volturi #twilight renaissance #felix volturi x reader #my fics #volturi #volturi x reader

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okskz · 4 years ago

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The Real Truth.

Mia + Stray Kids

mia finally tells the rest of the group about her future plans and in the end mia finds out how chan truly feels with her doing activities outside of stray kids.

hope you guys enjoy! please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[9th Member of Stray Kids]

Mia took a deep breath as she paced around in her room. In a couple of seconds she was going to go out in the living room and tell the rest of her members about her plans with Elsy. She didn’t know exactly how she was going to tell them and also how the others would react. Mia wanted them to know the news as soon as possible.

In the end, all she wanted was their full support because all of this was new to her.

“Okay.” Mia breathed out, coming out of her room and entering the living room.

Changbin and Felix were in the kitchen cooking while Minho and Hyunjin were sat on the table. Mia took one glance at them and they noticed she looked nervous. The both of them knew what Mia was going to do, so they each gave her a thumbs up in approval.

It slightly made her feel at ease, knowing that right now two of them were showing support in her. Without wasting another second, Mia began talking to catch their attention. “Um, can I talk to all of you?”

“What is it?” Changbin questioned as he walked closer to the girl.

They had all gathered in the living room, giving Mia their full attention as she stood in front of them. She bit her lip just a little as she tried gathering her thoughts. “I’m just gonna go out and say it. I am going to participate in a girl project the contains Elsy and I.”

Silence filled the room as all boys stared at Mia. Hyunjin and Minho were the only ones who were smiling, already knowing the news.

Chan was the first to say something as he looked at the girl confused. “You’re doing a what?”

“A girl project. With Elsy and I.” Mia said again.

“What does that it even mean, what exactly are you doing?”

“It’s going to be us making a song together and we��re going to promote it... together.”

Jisung looked at Chan then back at Mia. “Will it just be a song you’re doing?”

Mia shook her head, causing Chan to lift an eyebrow. He glanced at Changbin and made a face expression, signaling if he knew anything about this. Changbin was quick to shrug his shoulders as he shook his head no as well.

“No, well the song will be the title track-“

“Title track?” Chan questioned. “As in there’s more to this?”

“Yes.” Mia nodded. “There’s going to be an album and music video involved.”

Almost everyone’s eyes turned wide. “So you’re basically re-debuting, except with Elsy as a duo?” Changbin questioned.

“Basically, yeah.” Mia said softly. She brought her eyes to Chan, who was facing the other way, not even looking at Mia. Although she couldn’t see it, she could already telling he wasn’t taking the news so well.

“Listen, I’m not asking for much and I’ve been debating back and forth on how to tell you guys this because I was scared on how you guys would take it, but all I’m asking for is for your support.” Mia said. “This is all new to me and I’ve never done things without you guys but yeah, that’s just all I want-“

“How long have you known about this?” Chan then spoke up again.

“Um, around the first week of promotion.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed at Mia as he furrowed his eyebrows. “And you decide to tell us this now?”

“Well yeah, because at the time I didn’t know whether I wanted to do it or not-“

“And went ahead and decided yes, without talking to us?”

Changbin began hearing the way Chan’s tone in voice was changing in every word he spoke, causing Mia to become nervous. “Hey, tone it down will you?”

Chan simply ignored him and continued to stare at Mia. “I talked to Hyunjin and Minho about it-“

“And it didn’t cross your mind to talk to us as well?”

“Yes, of course, but I was nervous on how you guys would react which is why I went to them first. And I wanted to tell you guys when everything was settled for this project.”

“So you can’t get out of it?”

“No.” Mia shook her head. “Why would I even do that? We already had a meeting for all of this.”

“You already had a meeting?” Chan asked standing up. “So all this time while we’ve been promoting, you’ve been planning on something else aside from us?”

“N-no.” Mia stuttered. “Well, kind of, but we’re barely on the beginning of planning. Which is why I wanted to tell you guys now instead of keeping it a-“

“Secret.” Chan finished Mia’s sentence, crossing his arms. “You didn’t want to keep it a secret.”

The whole room became silent as Mia looked down at her feet. This was exactly what she had feared happening.

“That’s enough.” Changbin said, standing up as well. “I don’t get how you can act like that towards your own member.”

“I just find it odd how she promised no more secrets but when ahead and hid this one.”

“I wasn’t hiding anything!” Mia snapped. “I only kept this for myself for a little while because I know how you tend to get! Which is exactly what you’re doing right now!”

Minho sighed. “Here we go again.” He whispered to Hyunjin.

“Can we talk about this, in private?” Chan asked. The last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in front of the members.

“Fine.”

Chan was the first to move, walking until he was in his room.

“If it makes you feel any better, we’re definitely going to support you.” Jeongin smiled, trying to cheer Mia up. The rest of the group agreed with him.

“Thanks guys.” Mia softly smiled. She took one glance at Changbin, who smiled back at her, before walking into Chan’s room.

“Alright Bang, what is it that you want to talk about?”

“I just don’t know how to feel about this, I mean how do you expect me to support you when you’re still keeping secrets.”

Mia glared at Chan, her eyes were beginning to get teary as she got more irritated by him. “I was not keeping secrets, Chan! And honestly the only secret I have kept from you is Changbin and I dating! You’re acting as if I’m this horrible person that’s constantly lying. Which is exactly why I didn’t even come to you in the first place because I know how you get!”

“I just.” Chan sighed. “I just don’t want you to go through with this.”

Mia closed her eyes shut as a few tears slipped. She was both angry and upset. “Why?” She choked up. “Why can’t you just be happy for me? I’m actually really excited about this project and I want your support, Chan. Why do you have to act like this?”

“I... don’t know.”

“No, you do know!” Mia began talking louder again. “You constantly attack me when it comes to this type of stuff and I want to know why!”

Chan became silent which made Mia get more irritated by the second. “Why, Chan?!”

“Because I know you don’t need us!”

Mia was taken back by his sudden outburst, causing her to move back a bit. She furrowed her eyebrows. “What is that supposed to mean? Of course I need you guys, you guys are my team.”

Chan sighed, sitting on his bed and patted for Mia to take a sit next to him. He knew Mia had every right to know how he truly feels.

“Truth is, the reason why I get like this is because I know you don’t need us. You’re a very talented person who can literally do it all. With us, or if you were in another group or solo artist, you always shine because there’s just something special about you.” He swallowed. “Remember when I asked you to be in the group?”

Mia nodded. “Yeah, you looked like a stalker when you were peaking through the window before you asked me.”

The two let out a small laugh. “Beside the point.” Chan sighed as he gathered what he wanted to say. “I know you were a bit hesitant when saying yes to me which made me do everything I could to make you comfortable when joining the team because I didn’t want you and still don’t want you to have any regrets about your decision. Because I know you basically threw being in Itzy down the drain.

“Chan.” Mia spoke softly as more tears began to spill down her face. “I don’t have any regrets, I love being with you guys. You guys are literally everything to me and I couldn’t imagine my life without any of you in it. Saying yes to you was the best decision I ever made.”

The older boy let out a deep breath after hearing Mia’s words. “God, I feel horrible. I did it again.”

“I guess I’m just really insecure about this because what if you end up liking this more than when being with us? I don’t want you to leave us, you are so important to this group that we would be incomplete without you. I remember telling the others we were missing something and thank god I found you.”

“You loser, I’m not going anywhere. You guys are stuck with me forever.” Mia laughed, she went in for a side hug. “The second you put me in this group I made a commitment and have always tried to prove myself that I was worthy enough to be here.”

Now it was Chan who was taken back from Mia’s words. “You’ll always be worthy enough, Mia.”

Mia let out a sigh. “I don’t want to argue anymore, I hate when we do this. It’s pointless.”

“Me either. I will say we have gotten better at actually talking it out.”

“We have.” Mia smiled.

There was a comfortable silence between the two as they continued to hug each other before Chan spoke up again. “How did this project even come about?”

“It was Elsy’s idea. Jyp offered her a solo project but gave him the idea of us two working together instead and he loved the idea.”

Chan swallowed hard. “It was her idea?”

“Mhm.” Mia hummed.

“Hm, how great.” Chan said, slowly growing irritated.

Mia didn’t seem to notice the way Chan had said it sarcastically. “You should talk to her.” Mia said. “She misses you.”

“Yeah, I think I will.”

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Mind, Body, and Soul 4

Authors note: Sorry for being MIA for a bit. I was going through a lot of things with my family, school, friends, etc. I got in a terrible funk and I had no motivation to write. I’m doing much better now and I’m going to go back to posting regularly. Another thing I know in the show Spencer drives a Volvo, but for this story, he drives a station wagon like mgg.

Content warning: A brief mention of a drug deal and medication and… teeth rotting fluff if that counts.

Word count: 4.6k

You can find part three here

Chapter 4: My Safe Place

I wake up to the smoke alarm going off. It takes me a second to realize what’s going on but as soon as I realize I make a mad dash to the kitchen. In my haste, I slip on the rug in the living room that connects to the kitchen. My morning couldn’t be more chaotic. Both of my roommates are coughing up a lung from the smoke while opening windows and fanning out the area. Turns out that they decided to make breakfast but somehow they can’t even make eggs and toast without almost burning the place down. I quickly gather myself from off of the ground and join Tweedledee and Tweedledum in cleaning up their mess. It takes thirty minutes to clear the smoke and to clean up the kitchen. After all, is said and done I look over at the stove and see that it’s already 9:30.

“Shit shit shit!” I shout while running towards my bathroom trying to get ready. Stella and Raven follow me into the bathroom wondering what I’m freaking out about.

“What’s the freak out for?” Raven says before peeking her head in the bathroom door. I’m already stepping into the shower as they both lean up against the bathroom counter exchanging confused looks.

“I uh forgot... I made plans with Penelope that have been a month in the making.” I stammer out from behind the shower curtain. In my mind, I’m debating telling them what I’m actually up to. Their two of my best friends and we’ve been friends since elementary school. I tell them practically everything, but on the other hand, I enjoy spending time with Spencer without it being a big deal. Of course, my friends would be happy for me but at the same time, they also tend to treat me like a child because I’m a year younger than them and I’m their “innocent” friend. I almost feel like I’d be disappointing them if I break from that title. I love them both so much but I think for now it’s better to keep those parts of my life separate.

“Well tell Pen that we said hi. Oh, and don’t forget about Daisy’s birthday on Saturday.” Stella reminds me before walking off with Raven. Daisy is a girl that Raven and I used to study with our freshman year of college. Raven, Daisy, and I had the same psychology class, and Raven and I clung to her pretty quickly. Raven and Daisy both happened to be going for forensic psychology, but I’m getting my degree in social work, so our sophomore year I didn’t have classes with either of them. My point is I haven’t seen her in two years but Raven and Stella are both close with her still and for some reason Daisy also invited me. I’m not complaining because she was really sweet, and I distinctly remember she was the type of person who showed their love through touch. If you needed a hug she was there, if you needed a shoulder to cry on she was there. I just feel like I’m intruding now because I haven’t seen her in two years and according to my roommates you wouldn’t even recognize her anymore, so I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to talk to her without awkward small talk. I’ll have to worry about that later now I have to worry about being late for a date... an outing. I’m not sure what to call whatever Spencer and I are doing today.

I rush to blow dry my hair, put on a little bit of makeup, I throw on a sublime t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Just as I slip on my vans, I get a text from Spencer.

Spencer (pain in my ass): I’m out front :)

me: okie dokie I’ll be down in a minute!

—————————- Time Skip —————————

We’ve been driving and listening to music in comfortable silence for the past 30 minutes. Soon enough though, we pull in front of a small café. The place seems oddly familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. No matter how many times I asked Spencer he would never tell me where we’re going. He called me boring, yet our first stop is a café. I’m not complaining at all, but it seems a little more mundane than I would expect from Spencer. Either way, I’m excited because I’m seeing him again.

“You ready?” He turns to look at me with a big goofy grin on his face. It’s nice seeing him smile I could get used to seeing it more. No. No. No. Don’t think like that this isn’t a date he’s simply keeping a promise that he made to me. This definitely isn’t a date right?

“Of course, but where are we?” I asked still not sure what I’m walking into. Despite me asking him he doesn’t answer, he just unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car. I follow in his footsteps because I don’t want to look like a dork just mindlessly sitting in his car.

“We’re just popping in for some coffee don’t worry about it.” Spencer says while basically pulling me into this building. As we step in the smell of coffee brewing fills my senses, as I try and take in my surroundings I hear the sounds of cats purring and meowing. I turn my head and see that this isn’t any regular café, it’s a cat café. I remember some of these cats because this is the cat café that has adopted some of the cats from the Humane Society the Pen and I volunteer at. That’s why this place seemed so familiar.

“I asked Penelope what you did in your free time. She mentioned you volunteer and you’re a big animal lover, so I figured this was a fun way to ease you into today’s events.” He turns to me with a smile on his face while we wait in line for coffee.

“This is amazing Spencer. Seriously this is perfect.” As we're waiting in line we watch the cats in the next room over through the large window. We watch as some kittens chase after one another. A couple of the older cats are either sitting on the windowsill purring or sitting in someone’s lap instead of playing like the kittens. As we go to order Spencer insists on paying, after a while I concede. He pulls out a large wad of cash from a money clip, which I wasn’t expecting, I mean I didn’t expect him to be broke, but most college students don’t have that kind of money lying around. Maybe he gets money from his parents, or he happened to have a really good paying job. Instead of being lost my own thoughts and mental gymnastics, I focus on the cats in the room that we’re walking into.

About five minutes later we both get the iced coffees that we ordered. Spencer got enough sugar in his to give somebody a heart attack. With the coffees, we got a small little bag of catnip. A chubby orange cat immediately starts to take a liking to Spencer, the cat is sucking up to him because he’s the one with the catnip. About half an hour later we get ready to leave, but not before I watch Spencer trip more than once over himself while entertaining the cats and inevitably everybody else in the café that started watching. We decide to call it quits before falls, and he cracks his skull open. As we get back into his car he announces now that I’ve dipped my toes in the “fun pool” it’s time to kick it up a notch, but once again he won’t tell me where we’re going.

—————————— Time Skip —————————

I find myself mindlessly tapping my fingers to Kid Cudi, while looking out the window I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn and see that he’s watching me with a big grin on his face.

“What?” I ask before he shifts his eyes back to the road momentarily.

“Nothing, I’m just lucky to be hanging out with you today. I honestly thought you were going to be sick of me by now.” He confesses, and he looks sad as if he could ever burden me.

“Spencer’s I know it’s only 11:30 and the day just begun, but I don’t think I’ve relaxed and had this much fun in a long time. Don’t think that I’m ever going to get sick of you. I promise that I’m having a really fun time.” I feel like I almost convinced him, but there’s this small little part of his brain that wouldn’t believe me regardless of what I said.

“You say that now, but I’m pretty sure after this you’re gonna hate me.” he says while gesturing to what’s in front of us. As he puts the car in park I look straight forward and see that we’re at a skate park.

“Uh, I don’t know how to skate... like at all.” I say hoping he doesn’t expect much coordination or skill out of me.

“I figured that much. I thought I could teach you, still wanna give it a shot?”

“Why not that’s the whole point of today right?”

“That’s the spirit!” He says before jumping out of his car and quickly grabs a skateboard out of the trunk. He looks like a kid in a candy store while we walk to a section that’s not occupied.

I’m glad I wore vans and jeans because I have a feeling in any other outfit I would have a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. He shows me two or three times how to properly kick off without falling. Then he asked me to give it a try or to at least try and find my balance on the board first. As I step on he holds my waist, so I don’t go anywhere, but that doesn’t stop me from wobbling a couple of times in the process.

“Make sure you put your back foot towards the front of the board when kicking off, if not the board will fly out from underneath you. Don’t worry about falling though I got you I promise.” He says while slowly loosening his grip on my waist. I start to learn to push off and eventually with Spencer‘s help I can go a couple of feet before I chicken out.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not going to get it all at once, a lot of people can’t learn how to skate in a matter of hours.” He tries to cheer me up and coax me out of my embarrassment because I’m not fully understanding it.

” Yeah, I think I want to try it all by myself once maybe I’m having trouble because I’m using you as a crutch.” This is where I made my mistake because I got a little too cocky, and instead of getting it like I thought I would I fell. When I fell, I fell hard and I scraped both of my knees. Of course, this would be the day that I wear jeans with rips in the knees. As soon as I hit the ground he booked it towards me, and when he reached me, he crouched down in front of me with his hands on my shoulders searching my face to see if I’m okay.

“Are you okay? You didn’t break any bones, did you? Do you need to go to urgent care?” He asks a couple of ridiculous questions with panic very present in his voice. I’m obviously not hurt that bad, but that doesn’t stop him from freaking out momentarily.

“I’m okay Spence I promise. I only fell off of a skateboard I didn’t get shot.” I say before chuckling, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but you scraped your knee bad. We’re going to have to get that cleaned up, you don’t wanna know how many germs are in that cut now, let alone the various infections that you could get if you leave it alone.” He says before standing up in extending his arm out to me. He collects his board, and we make our way back to his car. We go to a drugstore around the corner, and he runs in to get Band-Aids, alcohol wipes, and Neosporin. Again I insist on paying because this is my fault, but he brushes me off and leaves me in the car. He comes back and asks me to sit on the side of the seat, while he kneels in front of me in the parking lot. He cleans my knees off while reeling off facts either about the products he’s using or about all the germs in my wound. He finishes his nervous ramble by putting a Band-Aid on my knee before placing a gentle kiss on that knee. I blush at the small bit of contact, while he collects all of the products off the ground and puts them back in the plastic bag.

“Change of plans were going to take a small detour. I got a good idea while I was in the store.” He says climbing back into the driver’s seat and starting the car.

“Let me guess I don’t get to know ahead of time just like before,” I asked hoping that he would at least give me a little hint.

“That’s correct.”

It’s 2:10 by the time we arrive at the mall. I have no clue what would make him think of going to a mall and what we're even here for. Either way, it doesn’t stop me from blindly following him right into the mall. For someone who’s a bit of a germaphobe Spencer hasn’t seemed to mind holding my hand everywhere we’ve been today. The first two times I thought he was grabbing my hand, so he could just pull me to whatever activity I had in store for me. This time is different though because as we enter the mall our fingers intertwine together as if it was second nature. He still led me but this time we’re walking side by side. He stopped me very abruptly right in front of a store that I haven’t even seen since I was eight years old.

“Spencer, mind telling me why we’re at a Build-a-Bear?” I ask while we enter the brightly colored store.

“While I was in the drugstore I saw teddy bears and it made me think of this place. Also, we need to kill a little bit of time before we make our last stop of the night.”

Turns out we’re not the only adults who had the same idea as Spencer. Two other couples looked lovingly at each other while making a bear. This seems like a date night activity and not whatever the hell Spencer and I are doing. We end up picking a light brown teddy bear and just about every employee that we came in contact with told us we were a cute couple, but Spencer nor I corrected them. It didn’t seem to bother him so it didn’t bother me either. When it came time to pick out clothes for the bear he insisted that he had “impeccable style”, and he knows what he’s doing.

”Spencer’s you’re wearing a baggy sweater, jeans, converse, and mix-matched socks. I don’t think that your style is peak fashion.”

“Hush you’re ruining my vision.” He jokingly said while staring at the clothing with his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin. We both crack jokes and make fun of each other‘s sense of style before we inevitably end up basically picking the same thing that Spencer is wearing. We dressed the bear in a red sweater, black jeans, converse, and only because Spencer insisted on mix-matched socks. Yes, we did pay for two pairs of socks, so we could mix-match his socks. Spencer finally let me split the cost on something when it came time to pay. After we made our way out of the store with our fingers once again intertwined and our son that Spencer jokingly called the bear in the store. Our poor son doesn’t even have a definite name because he insisted on naming the bear Spencer Jr. or Sativa, but I told him there’s no way I would ever let him name the poor bear Sativa and Spencer Jr. is on the fence. As we’re about to walk out of the mall Spencer gets a call and then three texts in a row. He tells me he’s just gonna wait to open his phone once we're in the car. Once we get in the car, and he checks his phone his face drops.

“Is everything alright?” I ask because of his shift in demeanor.

“Yeah, everything is good I just need to take this call quickly.” He says before stepping out of the car and closing the door.

Spencer’s POV

When I get three texts and a call from my mom‘s doctor saying that there’s a problem my heart automatically sinks. I mean she’s all I have left and my mom is the one person who’s ever been in my life consistently with unconditional love. I call my mom‘s doctor as I step away from the car a couple of feet. I ask what’s the issue and it turns out it’s her treatment, her doctor tells me that because of her recent change in medication as well as the increase in dosage I’m going to have to start paying more for her assisted living. The situation is a lot better than what I was thinking. It’s a minor problem that I can easily solve. After I talk to my mom for a couple of minutes and make sure that she’s doing okay before making my way back to the car. As if my prayers have been answered I had an old friend text me and asked if he could buy two grams of weed off of me. I hurry up and tell him I can meet him right after he gets off work. This way I can kill two birds with one stone because he works at a gas station not too far away. While I am there I can pick up snacks that I’m going to need before we go to our final destination tonight.

Readers POV

Spencer never addressed the phone call when he got back in the car, but instead just turned on music and placed his hand on my thigh. The mood totally changed from calm and relaxed to now very awkward with tension. We only talked for a couple of minutes before it went back into an uncomfortable silence. Something seemed off about Spencer as he told me that we need to go to a gas station before wherever we’re going next. It’s not because I think stopping at a gas station is odd, but it’s because he insisted on this certain one, but he wouldn’t tell me why. He also was digging through a bag in his backseat for a bit before shoving something in his pocket and walking into the store, and as much as I wanted to snoop I didn’t because I respect his privacy. I trust him a lot, probably more than you should trust someone who you haven’t even known for a week, but my mind keeps wondering as I’m sitting in the car alone once more. That’s another thing that I thought was odd because he asked me what I wanted and insisted it was pointless for me to go in as well. He’s also taking a really long time I’m trying to brush it off, but there’s some part of my brain that can’t help it profile his body language and everything he is saying. I try to never profile people because it seems unfair, but having a dad as a profiler that would always profile me every time I saw him made reading people's body language second nature to me.

I’m glad when Spencer returns he seems a lot more happy and relaxed. When he gets back in the car he has a huge smile on his face as he puts the snacks in the backseat. I ignore the change in mood for the second time because it’s probably something he didn’t want me knowing about right now. In the little bit I’ve known Spencer he’s been pretty much an open book, so for him to not share something it must’ve been very personal.

“So we have one more thing planned for today and it’s very special to me. Are you ready?” He asks sounding genuinely happy and finally his normal self.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

————————— Time skip ————————-

Before we get to this secret special location it’s already dark out. Tonight the stars are shining so bright and the sky was so clear. Since I am not even paying tension I don’t realize that we’ve arrived until I hear Spencer turn off the car. He quickly hops out of the car without any explanation whatsoever. I try and take in my surroundings and realize that we must be at some park. I see a few benches, signs leading to different walking trails, and a cute little playground.

“Stay there.” He says while opening the trunk of his car. So, I comply even though I have a feeling this is how dumbasses like me get murdered. He tells me not to look at what he’s doing, so instead, I go on my phone for a bit. He announces that he’s done and I need to come look, so I hop out of his car and see that he’s cleared out his trunk, and collapsed his backseats. He also has a lot of snacks set up with soft pillows and fuzzy blankets. He smiles proudly at me, and all I can do is chuckle because I think this is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I tell him thank you while giving him a tight hug.

“You’re welcome.” He says, well rubbing my back with one hand and cradling my head with the other. Before we break from the hug he plans a gentle kiss on the top of my head. After we both crawl in the back and slip under the blankets.

“Do you mind me asking why this place is so special?”

“Well… it’s because I lost my virginity here...” He tried to keep a stoic face before busting out laughing.

“I’m just kidding obviously!” He says before laughing once more. After our laughter died down a bit his face becomes actually serious. He draws in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he’s gonna tell me.

“In all honesty, this place has given me a lot of solace since I’ve moved here. Back home in Vegas I never really fit in much, so I learned to create my own safe space. When I moved out here this park became my new safe space. It’s also really special because I’ve never taken anyone here before. Mostly because that way I could just slip away from everything and no one would know where I’m at, but I also never found an occasion special enough to share something personal like this.” He admits while adverting his attention away from me and more onto his fingers. He fidgets with them as if he were nervous to open up like this, as much as I want to know everything tonight is not the night to push the envelope.

“I’m glad you feel that you could trust me with this. Spencer in all honesty who you seemed to be when I first met you is a complete 180 from who I know now. I love the side of you and I want to see more of it.” I say while taking his hands in mine commanding his attention. When I finish he looks up at me with those sweet puppy dog eyes. He moves his hands from mine and rests one of his palms against the side of my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb before we start to lean in. He puts his other hand on the side of my face and snakes his fingers into my hair as my eyes flutter shut. I hate saying something cheesy like there were sparks, but that’s the only way I can describe the fire that was lit inside of both of us. He pressed his soft lips to mine and we moved in perfect synchronization as if we’ve done this a million times before. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I wrap my arms around his waist in attempts to pull him and impossibly closer. As things start to heat up Spencer slows the pace and eventually pulls away entirely. After he presses his forehead to mine as we both pant. He grabs the side of my face with one of his hands once more before moving to grip my chin and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I care about you so much. I get it’s stupid to say because this is all of a sudden, but you’ve brought so much joy into my life and I don’t want you to leave.” He confesses with his hand planted on the side of my face and his other resting on my waist.

“Trust me I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” I promise him.

“Plus splitting up would not be good for our son.” I joked trying to lighten the mood from the serious turn it took.

“Yeah, I don’t need to add child support payments to the list of bills I already pay.” He says before laughing and removing his hand from my face. We talk a bit more and get comfortable under the blankets before he grabs his laptop out of his bag and hands me the snacks I asked for. As we’re falling asleep he says just one word to me.

“Atlas.”

“Huh?” I ask him, trying to keep my eyes open long enough to finish this conversation.

“I just thought it was a cute name, for the bear I mean. In Greek mythology, Atlas was a titan that was called upon by Zeus to carry the heavens on his shoulders. It means the one who bears a heavy burden. I feel overcoming a huge burden or even carrying a burden that you don’t need to makes you strong and courageous.” I can tell that this story meant something to him. Something that I didn’t know about yet.

“It’s perfect.” I say before shutting my eyes as he grips me tighter.

By the time that the credits were rolling, we were both sound asleep in the back of his car. Our arms wrapped around each other and my head on his chest. I fell asleep to the sounds of a small breeze whistling through the trees and the soft thumping of Spencer’s heart.

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tanzaniiite · 5 years ago

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Hello! Could I make a request for some fluff with Dabi and a male s/o. I just love him sm 😤 also, could I get added to the Middleman taglist? 💕

good boy // dabi x male! reader

requests: OPEN

warnings: cursing! some sexual themes(?)

word count: 1,513

a/n: holy shit my first request, i’m so excited! there may be more angst than fluff cause Dabi and fluff don’t mix too well. i hope you enjoy it anyways!

THUMP!

You jolted awake, your eyes darting around the room in an attempt to find the source of the noise. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room, there was nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. Figuring it was just you imagining things, you settled back in your bed, ready to go back to sleep.

That was until you heard some rustling coming from your kitchen.

Being more annoyed than scared, you begrudgingly got out of bed and grabbed the bat, that sat in the far corner of your room. With a sigh, you gripped the bat and made your way to the kitchen. The closer you got, the more scared you became, what if it was an intruder? Should you call the police? What if they were armed and dangerous? All these thoughts immediately expelled from your mind the minute you saw who was in your kitchen.

“What the fuck, Dabi?”

Turquoise eyes glanced over at you, a lazy smile starting to form on his face. “Hey handsome, I knew this house seemed familiar” He said, moving away from your fridge, an apple in tow. You furrowed your eyebrows and glared at the male in front of you, “Cut the shit, I told you to stop coming here when you’re on the run” You scolded, your grip on the bat not loosening. Dabi sighed before his eyes shifted towards your bat, “If you’re planning on doing something with that, you should do it” He stated. “Shut up and get out of my house” You demanded, bringing the bat closer to you.

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll bash your brains in”

“You won’t”

“Don’t test me”

Dabi chucked before walking towards you, then snatching the bat away from you with ease. “Aw come on babe, you didn’t even try” He whined, before tossing the bat to the other side of the room. You watched as it clattered on the floor before rolling towards the stairs. Your gaze turned back to the villain as his arms snaked around your waist. “Get your dirty hands of me” You snapped, gripping his wrist and yanking it off of you. This caused him to hiss, clutching his shoulder and muttering a string of curse words. You took a few steps away from him, looking at him with mild concern. With your eyes now fully adjusted to the dark and with a little help from the refrigerator light, you were able to see that he was hurt.. badly.

“…you’re hurt”

You heard the male scoff, “No shit Sherlock” He retorted, his back facing you. After having a mini debate in your head about what to do, you walked out of the kitchen. Hearing your retreating footsteps, Dabi turned around to see you rummaging through a closet. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his hand still holding his shoulder. You rolled your eyes, “Can you do me a favor? Sit down and shut up. Do you think you can do that for me?” You asked, not even sparing him a second glance.

“Aye aye captain”

“I literally just said shut up”

He chuckled, “It’s cute that you think I take orders from you”. You flicked the kitchen lights on before placing your first aid kit on the table. “You should be kinder to person whose gonna patch you up– oh sorry bad choice of words” You apologized, feigning remorse. “Ouch hun, did you hurt our head coming up with that one?” Dabi asked rhetorically, rolling his eyes.

“Ha ha. Take off your shirt”

“If you wanted to fuc–“

“So I can treat your shoulder, you pervert”

Dabi chuckled as he took off his jacket then his shirt. “Y’know.. it’s not perverted if you like it” He said, wincing a bit when he lifted his shoulder. You shook your head and helped him slowly take off his shirt. “Who said I liked it? For all you know, I could be really uncomfortable” You mumbled, your focus on his shoulder. It was bloody, bruised, and looked dislocated. Thankfully you weren’t too squeamish but this did make you a bit nauseous. Dabi studied your face before holding your forearm, “Hey, I’ll be okay. I’ve been through way worse” He said, trying to reassure you.

You laughed bitterly, “Is that suppose to make me feel better? …what happened?” You asked, brushing your hand over his shoulder gently. Dabi held your hand, caressing your knuckles, “Don’t worry about that, just your typical villain stuff” He muttered. You grit your teeth before snatching your hand away. He never told you anything about his job, you knew he was a villain but that was all. You picked up the wet washcloth and wiped the dry blood off his shoulder. “Hey, look at me. I don’t want you to be involved. I know you think you want to know this stuff but you don’t. Trust me” He said, looking at you with serious eyes.

“How the hell am I suppose to trust you if you don’t tell me shit! You come to my house at the most ungodly hours with all these injuries and you can’t tell me one thing about your life” You yelled, slapping the washcloth on the table. Dabi shook his head, “Well I can’t exactly go to a hospital” He said, clicking his tongue. “Ugh! I hate you so much! You come and go as you please not once thinking about me or my feelings. It’s like I’m some toy you get to use and toss to the side whenever you get bored. I don’t deserve that! I deserve better!” You snapped, pouring an insane amount of peroxide on the cloth before placing it on his shoulder.

Dabi’s nails pierced your arm as he grit his teeth in pain. You, however, were to livid to notice. “This has been going on for almost a year now and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve grown attached to you. And every time I think I’m about to get over you, you pop up like a goddamn boomerang! Fuck! I wish I never met you!” You screamed, as tears fell uncontrollably. Dabi stared at you with wide turquoise eyes. You were now clutching the washcloth like your life depended on it. Your head was hung low as you sobbed quietly.

“Babe…”

You held your hand up and he closed his mouth quickly. “Shut up.. please” You hiccuped, setting the washcloth down before picking up compression bandages and finally dressing his wound. When you were done, your hand lingered on his shoulder for a bit before moving away. “That should do it, but your shoulder is dislocated so you might want to see someone who can pop it back in place” You sniffed, wiping stray tears from your eyes.

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“C’mere”

Dabi grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you onto his lap. His calloused hands caressed your cheek slowly before coming down to your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. Reluctantly, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. When you both pulled away for air, Dabi rested his forehead on yours. “Look. I know you care about me and you’re right.. you do deserve better. But I’m not better, I’m far from it. I’m a fucked up person and I’m sorry if I made you feel used. I know what it’s like to be used and you of all people shouldn’t feel that way” He whispered, kissing your nose. You scrunched your face up slightly, “Well, I don’t accept your apology because that was dog shit” You said, giggling a bit. Dabi blinked before laughing with you, “Oh yeah? I guess I have to brush up on my apology skills” He chuckled.

“Dabi?”

“Mhm?”

“Can we give this a real shot?”

The male looked at you confused, “What’d you mean?”. You but your lip nervously, “I mean ‘us’. Y’know.. being a couple instead of… whatever it is we have now” You explained, fiddling with your fingers. Dabi smirked, “Aren’t you the one who said you wished you never met me?” He asked, causing you to blush. “I was upset and I know what I said. But I can’t change the past, you’re in my life whether I like it or not” You huffed. “Damn right I am” He commented, kissing your neck.

You pushed his head away, “Dabi. I’m serious. I want to be in a committed relationship with you. And you can’t go MIA on me, and if you must at least give me a heads up about it” You stated seriously. “Okay okay, are you sure you wanna date a villain? That’s a dangerous game good boys like you shouldn’t be playing” He warned, his thumbs going up and down your sides. You kissed Dabi again, this time more passionately before taking off your own shirt. Turquoise eyes danced over you figure while he licked his lips. “Damn, when did you become this attractive?”. You smirked a bit, loving the attention he was giving you.

“Let’s turn this good boy bad, yeah?”

[unedited]

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endless-whump · 4 years ago

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Simon/Oliver: Celtic Knots

CW: SHAMELESS FLUFF, conditioning, painful memory triggers, self doubt/deprecating thoughts,

Masterlist

This might be the longest chapter I’ve written for them, or just for a singular fic overall. So much angsty fluff, I love it. This is probably one of my favorite pieces <3

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“You wanna go out?”

Oliver looked up from the puzzle he was putting together on the floor, pushing up his glasses a little. He had the border done, working corners to center to piece together a picture of a fox. Simon was standing in the doorway, dressed with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Want to take you downtown, there's a nice shop there I think you’d like. It's not a long walk, it’ll do you some good.”

He glanced nervously at the window, the idea of going out where lots of people were, or just..just going outside making him nervous. It was a dark, overcast morning, the kind of weather that made Oliver sleepy and relaxed. It looked like it was threatening to rain, but that didn’t seem to deter Simon from his idea.

“I- are you sure?” He asked quietly, bringing his uninjured knee up to his chest, resting his chin on his knee. His other leg had a boot on it, the cast thankfully long gone. He could walk a little better, now, just couldn’t be on his feet for long. “..By ourselves? What if-”

“Nothing’s gonna happen.” Simon cut in before Oliver could start sounding panicky. “It's super local, nobody will give a second thought about us being out. Plus, the people who own the place are good friends with Marie. They know.”

Oliver nodded slowly, looking down and fidgeting with his sleeve. Simon was familiar with the area, went out with Marie a lot. If Simon insisted it was safe..

“Ok.” He nodded before he could start overthinking it, smiling a little. “Sounds like fun.”

Simon's face broke out into a smile that made Oliver’s heart warm, and he quickly came forward, holding out a hand to help him up. Oliver liked seeing him smile like that, he didn’t do it very often. He was quickly helped to his feet and handed his hoodie, happy but still nervous to follow Simon to the door.

“You’ll love it, I promise.” He pulled the door open and led them out into the chilly air. There were pumpkins on the porch, some with designs carved into them. Oliver wrapped his arms around himself with a shiver as he walked slowly beside Simon, enjoying the feeling of cool breeze against his skin despite how cold it was.

It was fall, apparently. Initially all Oliver really knew about it was that the weather changed, but he’d quickly discovered that in the safehouse it meant a lot more. He’d been amazed as Mia dusted off an autumn cookbook and handed it to him, explaining that they usually made a lot of dishes for the season. He’d spent over two hours sitting on the couch with it, cuddled up to Simon who was all too willing to read off the recipes to him.

Oliver very quickly discovered he loved everything that came with fall. From all the new recipes to the cold rainy weather, the hot chocolate Mia bought everyone and the leaves and the funny movies Kendric put on the tv and just- everything. He loved fall. It gave him a very good excuse to wrap himself in endless blankets in front of the small fireplace, to fall asleep beside it listening to an audiobook and pretend he hadn’t stirred when he was picked up and brought to his room.

He loved the little orange lights strung up in front of the stores as they walked down the street, how everything just seemed so warm and cozy and safe. He loved how Luna matched the color scheme of the whole thing, but he’d never admit it, the thought felt silly.

The sidewalk they were on was mostly empty, only a few people passing them and barely sparing the pair a glance, to Oliver’s relief. He stared down at the brick, happy to ease himself by observing the cracks in the stone and leaves scattered on the ground.

He almost ran into Simon when he came to a stop, blinking and pulling himself from his thoughts. They were in front of a small shop, books and antiques lining the window displays. Antiques. That was a strange word. Oliver wasn’t sure what that word meant or how he knew it, just knew it felt like a right descriptor for what he was looking at.

“We’re here.” Simon grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door, the bell ringing as it swung open. As soon as they stepped in Oliver was hit by the smell of cinnamon and old books, his glasses fogging slightly at the sudden, warm change of temperature. There were books everywhere, old furniture pushed up against the walls and shelves lined with knicknacks filling the small space. It was a gorgeous shop, sparking wonder in Oliver’s mind. He almost didn’t notice someone, an older looking man, turning the corner and offering a small wave to the pair.

“You must be Marie’s boys.” He said warmly. Oliver startled a little, pressing against Simon’s side as his gaze snapped to the stranger. He dropped his hand, a curious but gentle look crossing his face. “You’re fine here, I can promise you that. No need to be nervous.”

“He’s just a little shy.” Simon explained, holding out his hand. “I’m Simon, and this is Oliver. I’ve been here with Mia, but Lara was the only one in, I think.”

The man took Simon's hand and shook it, smiling. “Nice to meet you, I’m Greg. Y’all can look around as long as you want, I’ll just be wandering around, pretending to be busy stocking or whatever Lara thinks I’m doing.”

Simon snorted, shaking his head as he dropped his hand back down to his side. “I’ll leave you to it, then. It was nice meeting you.”

He led Oliver around to the side of the store, the floorboards of old wood creaking just slightly as they moved. The boy looked around curiously, eyeing crystals and jewelry and books lined up endlessly along the shelves. He let a little bit of distance between him and Simon grow, letting some of the tension and nervousness melt. He always kept the other in his line of vision, though, watching him start to rummage through shelves and leave Oliver to explore independently.

He stopped at a tall bookshelf, eyeing the crystals laid out carefully with wonder. Some were purple, others a deep, earthy green, others white, almost clear. He was hesitant to touch them, feeling as if he wasn’t allowed. He hesitantly lifted a hand to feel one, spending no more than a moment or two with any particular item before setting it back down.

He picked up a small pendant laid on the shelf, bringing it up into the light to look at. It was a dark purple, hints of lighter color mixed and faded with it. It had a small pattern engraved into it, and he ran his finger over it to feel the grooves.

“Celtic knot,” He hummed without thinking, mostly to himself. He blinked, staring at the pendant. He wasn’t sure what the word meant, or why he remembered it. I love the little moments when they remember things but they have no attachment to the word, it’s one of my favorite nuances of boxie conditioning.

“Hm?” Simon, who’d been flipping through a book, stopped and looked up, gaze dropping to the necklace Oliver was holding. “Did you say something, Ollie?”

Oliver’s brows furrowed as he tried to dig deeper into that word, that memory he knew had to be associated with it. The word felt old, like the shop. It felt like music and the smell of leather or food, like a hand intertwined in his pulling him along through a crowd of colors. It carried laughter and a finger smudging icing against his temple, the feeling of a kiss on his cheek. It felt like..like..damn it. It was already fading, the piercing pain replacing the memories he so desperately wanted to grab hold of. His head hurt and he couldn’t find it, it felt like it was just beyond his reach. He could almost hear the sound of voices that sounded so familiar but so far away, his vision blurring and darkening as he got dizzy with the feeling, like an old building caving in on itself, lost and forgotten and torn down even with all those memories still locked inside, people wanting to destroy it. He wanted to find it, he needed to-

“Ollie.”

He startled when a hand closed over his, blinking and flinching back. He was..on the floor, leaning over with Simon sitting in front of him. Oliver stifled a whimper, fighting the burst of pain in his head that threatened to take over him at the disobedience of trying to dig that far. He was still clutching the necklace, Simon's hand warm over his.

“Deep breaths, you’re ok. We’re in that little shop just around the corner from the house, nobody is here except for us and Greg. Breathe, Oliver, I’m right here.”

Oliver let himself fall forward against Simon's chest, breathing in his smell of coffee and grass and rain. Arms wrapped around him and squeezed, calming the raging storm inside his mind, almost as if the pressure and comfort was compressing his thoughts until they calmed and faded out. He let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, the pin of stress holding him tight pulled out of him and allowing him to unravel.

“Sorry,” Oliver murmured, letting himself relax. He let the memory slip away, letting the pain and tension leave with it. “Thought too hard..I tried to remember..”

A gentle hand pried his fingers open to reveal the necklace where he’d been gripping it tightly.

“This what set you off?” Simon asked, starting to pull it away. Oliver pulled it back to his chest instinctively, like he wanted to protect it. It sparked something in him for a reason he couldn’t identify, a shadow of previous life he wanted to hang on to. He could let go of the memory but wanted to keep the feeling, the echo of that laughter and a warm feeling in his chest.

“Reminded me of something,” He let Simon pull him back to his feet, staring at the necklace. If he didn’t dig too deep into the memory the warm, familiar feeling of the necklace could stay just that, a comfort. He didn’t need to push it beyond that.

“You want it?” Simon asked.

Oliver blinked in surprise, gaze lifting to the others open, genuine expression.

“I..I can have it? What do you mean?” He asked questioningly. It wasn’t his, he couldn’t just have it, could he?

“It’s a store, you walnut.” He ruffled Oliver’s hair, chuckling. “Mia gave me some cash to take you out, there's a coffee place I wanna swing by before we go home. We can get the necklace if you like it, I’m getting a few books.”

Oliver’s eyes widened slightly as he started to nod but hesitated. He wasn’t sure he deserved this, to have people do so much for him. It seemed so nice, and they already did so much for him.

“Are you sure?” He asked quietly. “It's not..too much?

“Oliver, its-” Simon sighed, checking the small paper tag on the necklace. “-ten bucks. We can spend ten bucks on something that reminds you of something nice. You..you need to realize that you deserve things, Ollie. Even small things that maybe don’t feel important, like gifts or getting paid attention to, those small things. I know they feel like things you don’t deserve or cost us a lot, but that's not true. It's just a kind of affection, Oliver. An affection you deserve.”

Oliver was stunned for a moment, swallowing thickly as the words settled into his mind. He’d heard similar things before, but it felt like he’d put a wall up for himself against it. Or maybe someone else forced him to.

He took a breath, forcing himself to let those words past his walls. Simon smiled as he nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

He was full of anxious energy as they went back to the front of the store, Simon carrying a small stack of books and Oliver the pendant. He barely paid attention to the small talk exchanged between Simon and Greg, thumb rubbing back and forth against the small pattern on the crystal. A small smile pulled at his lips, and he swayed slightly from side to side with contentment.

“You ready?” Simon asked, snapping Oliver out of the quiet place in his mind he’d zoned out in. He nodded, giving a small wave to the older man as he followed Simon out of the store. Despite having overloading himself he felt a sense of calm over him, a sense of familiarity over himself. He hoped it would stay.

There was gentle rainfall now, a soft drizzle that dampened Oliver’s hair as he stepped out of the store. He took the pendant, his pendant, and looped it over his head as they started walking, and he tried to ignore the small hint of pain starting to build in his leg. He wasn’t going to ask Simon if they could turn back, this meant too much to him.

He took reassurance in the small weight around his neck, though, following Simon as he guided them just around the corner towards another shop, this one with big windows where you could clearly see the inside. It was a little hard to see, now, water droplets covering his glasses. He took them off, resolving to wait until he could wipe them off inside.

He had to go up a step going through the shop's door, leaning against Simon's arm for help. The first thing that hit him was the smell, Oliver couldn’t recognize what it was but it smelled amazing. There were small lights strung up all over the place, dark wood and stone for the walls. The entire place looked perfectly cozy, and yet very open and airy. It didn’t make him feel claustrophobic, despite the fact there were other people, people he didn’t know, inside.

“Why don’t you go sit and wait for me over there, you’ll be in my line of sight and I promise nobody will bother you.”

Oliver’s gaze moved to where Simon was pointing, a small booth in the front corner of the shop, by the window. He pressed his lips together and nodded, walking hesitantly to the empty booth. Simon seemed to know the people here, smiling as he pointed up at the menu on the wall and talking casually with the woman at the counter. Oliver avoided looking at it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to read it, anyways. He wiped the water off his glasses with the fabric of the shirt under his hoodie, sliding them back on with relief.

He let himself relax enough to turn away, looking out the window as the rain started to get heavier, the sidewalks clearing as people hurried on their way to get out of the weather. He let himself focus on the array of colors reflecting off the water droplets rolling down the window panes, street and store lights alike making the water sparkle and swirl in color.

More and more tension melted from him with each sound of rain hitting the window, eyes subconsciously darting along the pane to watch the drops race down the glass, some rolling all the way out of his sight and others staying, catching the light and blurring his view of the outside.

“Here we go, Ollie. You doing ok?”

Oliver turned his head as Simon sat down across from him, sliding a drink across the table to him and holding his own. Orange leaves swirled in pattern around the cup, the cream colored drink cold when he picked it up. It had golden lines of syrup coming down the sides, but Oliver wasn’t sure what it was.

“Yea. What is it?” He asked curiously. Simon had a playful glint in his eyes, leaning back in the booth as he took a drink of his own.

“Coffee.” Simon said excitedly, winking. “It's a latte, got you vanilla with caramel. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he took a careful sip, eyebrows shooting up at the sweet taste. His face broke out in a smile as he drank more, overwhelmed by the strong vanilla, a hint of caramel accompanying it, an almost ice cream type taste. It had a bit of a more bitter aftertaste mixed in, but surprisingly he didn’t mind it. It definitely smelled like coffee, too. It was similar to how Simon smelled.

“It's good, right? I didn’t get you decaf so don’t drink it too fast, and don’t you dare let Marie know I let you have it. She’ll kill me if she knew I let you anywhere near caffeine.”

“It's good.” Oliver confirmed with a nod before continuing sipping at it, grinning. “Won’t tell anyone, promise.”

Simon leaned over and pointed to the counter, where the girl who took his order was busy at the register. She had purple hair pulled up into a bun, a tattoo showing on the back of her neck and disappearing below her shirt collar. She had dark skin, the golden bracelets on her arm contrasting sharply with the tone. She was pretty, Oliver thought to himself. Really pretty.

“That's Lilith, she made our drinks. She’s really nice, I talk to her sometimes when I come here. Alec isn’t here today, it looks like, but he’s also really cool to talk to. I can introduce you to them sometime, if you’re feeling up for it. They both work most of the week.”

Oliver felt a sudden pang of sadness, of jealousy at the fact Simon seemed so familiar with the place. He already had known Simon went out on errands and such, was able to go around on his own, but it still felt weird. It made him feel out of place, here, made him feel separate from Simon in a way, which terrified him. Simon could..he could leave, if he wanted to. He could read, he could take care of himself, he could do everything Oliver couldn't. He had friends and could handle himself in the world. He looked..like he was healing. Like he could be his own person again, which means he didn’t need Oliver anymore.

“What's wrong?”

He kept his gaze down, feeling a little sick to his stomach as he fidgeted with the straw on his drink. He didn’t want to ask it, didn’t want to ruin their day and how happy Simon was feeling, but he couldn’t help the growing question in his mind.

“Why haven’t you left me, yet?” He asked, voice breaking. There was a complete silence between them, and after a long moment Oliver dared to glance up at Simon. His lips were pressed together, jaw set, a hardened but confused expression in his eyes.

“What do you mean, Oliver?” He asked very, very quietly. Oliver looked away again, wishing he’d never voiced the question.

“You just..you’re able to live. You, um, you can talk to people, and live, just..just existing, I guess, with people. You could move on, if you wanted to. You’re not hurting, anymore, so you don’t need me.”

He could see Simon tapping on the table in his line of vision, the sound of soft voices and traffic surrounding them. He could feel that warmth and security fading, and he had nobody to blame but himself.

“I’m still hurting, Oliver.” Simon finally answered. “I..I wanted to hide that, from you. I thought I was protecting you, by not showing you when I was hurting.”

The wave of guilt that replaced that jealousy made Oliver grimace. It was selfish, to think like that. He should know Simon went through things just as bad as him, if not worse. He knew Simon was beaten, starved, conditioned, tortured just as much as he was, and he’d watched it, too. He should know Simon just hid it well, dealt with it well. Who was he to put a label on Simon, to act like -

“Hey-” Simon's finger was under Oliver’s chin, tilting his head up so he could look him in the eyes, expression gentle. “Don’t start down that road in your mind, I can already see your gears turning. It's not your fault, and I understand why you could get scared and feel that way. All I want you to understand is that I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? I don’t plan on leaving, not unless you ever wanted me to.”

The finger left Oliver’s chin and jabbed at his chest gently, his green eyes feeling sharp and piercing in comparison to Oliver’s soft, brown ones.

“You mean everything to me, Oliver. You’re not a job, or a burden, or an obligation, or some project I plan on ditching when I’m finished. You’re not just some comfort to me until I’m good enough to leave. Fuck- Oliver I don’t think I could last, without you. I really and truly don’t think I could. I love you, and I’d go through every second of that facility again to prove that.”

The sound of rain felt like a blanket around them, a distinct sound that kept Oliver locked right where he was in the moment instead of allowing him to flee somewhere deep in his mind. He felt frozen, his stubborn resolve starting to crack. He inhaled shakily, choosing his words carefully.

“..really?” He breathed, heart fluttering. “You’re not..leaving? When you’re ok again?” Oliver wasn’t sure he could ever be ok again, ok enough to be normal and live again. Simon could, though, so he expected him to..leave, eventually. To move on without him. That was always the expectation.

“God no, Oliver. I always thought we could..stick together, you know? Unless you ever wanted to move on. I never planned on leaving.” His face was sad, voiced laced with grief and guilt Oliver had never heard from him before. “Did you..think I was leaving? That I was going to move on without you, eventually?”

Oliver just shrugged, but they both knew the interpretation to that.

“Oliver...you know I..want to stay with you, right? I’m not saying this out of some obligation to take care of you, I want to live with you. You’re family to me.”

Oliver took a sip of his drink, focusing on that strong vanilla taste. He pressed his lips together before letting out a breath, some of his anxiety leaving with it. Someone laughed at a table behind them, the sounds of the rest of the world seeming to tune back in.

“Oh.”

With a little work, he was able to let more words past his walls.

“-o carry you?”

Oliver startled, blinking as he held back a yawn. Simon was looking at him with an amused expression, hands shoved in his pockets as they stood back outside the coffee shop. It had stopped raining, mostly, the sky still dark and giving the downtown area a quiet feel.

“S,Sorry..sorry what did you say?” He asked apologetically, shivering a little. He felt exhausted, eyelids drooping even as he stood. Small, sharp pangs of pain shot through his leg every time he put weight on it, a constant reminder he was pushing himself too far.

“I asked if you wanted me to carry you. Thought the caffeine would have you bouncing off the walls, but you look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

“Oh,” Oliver hummed tiredly, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet to sway slightly. He felt calm, which felt strange to him considering. He drank the whole coffee despite Simon’s warning to be careful with the new substance, and now he just felt like he wanted to curl up under a blanket and sleep. “Sure..if that's ok. My, um, my leg kind of hurts.”

Simon crouched down on one knee, gesturing to him.

“It's not that far from the house, I don’t mind. My fault for pushing you to walk so far.”

“It's fine.” Oliver hummed, wrapping his arms around Simon's neck and letting the other lift him, arms hooking under his knees to hoist him up. He was content to rest his head against his arm tucked against Simon’s neck, closing his eyes and listening to the soft sounds of traffic as he started walking. A car, someone talking in hushed whispers, heels on the sidewalk. There was a bird hovering somewhere, a dog yapping in excitement. Drops of water dripped quietly from the overhangs of buildings, a few hitting the top of Oliver’s hair when they passed underneath them.

He could still feel the weight of the pendant around his neck, a new reminder of a distant feeling, one he wished he could remember. Maybe one day he would remember, would be able to visualize the face of that person he remembered, or at least grasp the meaning behind the warmth in his chest. Maybe there was somebody who cared about him before. Maybe Oliver had lived, before.

Things were quiet.

His mind was quiet, the thoughts drifting and making him wonder calmly and curiously, not stiffen with anxiety of unknowing. He didn’t need all the answers, right now. He could just cling to the feeling.

He could barely muster the energy to stir when he was lowered, his back meeting soft cushion that sank under his weight. It was warm, now, something dry and soft tucked around him as his glasses were pulled off, folded with a soft clinking of metal.

Arms wrapped around him and squeezed softy, fingers running up his scalp. His back was against something solid, the back of a couch, he deduced, his face tucked carefully against a warm chest. He melted against the full, surrounding contact that compressed and seemed to hold him together, not make him claustrophobic like some might assume.

Simon was humming something Oliver couldn’t stay awake enough to register, the vibration of his voice deep in his chest just pulling him closer to sleep. He mulled over what Simon had said, the words repeating idly in his head even as he slipped into the quiet. He was ready to try and trust Simon for who he was, what both of them were, instead of a need for survival and comfort. To trust that he was staying, that he cared beyond how he was forced to.

He was ready to start letting more past his walls, he decided

And he was ready to start believing he deserved to

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megan-is-mia · 5 years ago

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Killing Me Softly Chapter 3 (Poly! Abbabruno w/ Cop! Reader)

(Here’s more fuckers)

“And that should be all for today gang. You can all go home, I’ll see you tomorrow” Bruno said with a smile dismissing his crew for the day and watching them slowly filter out. Once everyone was gone he let his smile fall and his head loll to the side to rest on Abbacchio’s shoulder.

“Ready to go home mio caro?” Leone said running his hand down Bruno’s arm to gently grasp his hand. They had been through a stressful day, starting with an almost successful escape attempt by their girlfriend. Fortunately, they’d managed to stop her before she got anywhere and unzipped her legs from the knee down for good measure. However, her protests at being turned into an invalid quickly grew into a shouting match between her and Bruno that could have turned physical if the males hadn’t left for work in the end.

They’d both been to busy with paperwork and other matters to spare her a second thought all day, but now as the sun was setting (Y/n) was the only thing on their minds. Bruno was about to answer Leone’s question when his phone rang and he pulled it out to answer it. He listened to the voice on the other with a frown before finally hanging up.

“I’ve been summoned for a private audience with Polpo,” Bruno said glumly. “I wouldn’t be getting home until late. You go on without me and see how (Y/n)’s doing. I suspect she’ll be in a more agreeable mood after spending all day unable to walk” he added with a half-grin. Abbacchio frowned at the news but then nodded with a shrug.

“I’ll see you late tonight then?” Abbacchio said pressing a kiss to Bruno’s temple and starting to his feet. The black-haired man nodded and grunted affirmatively. They walked out of the building together before going their separate ways. Bruno to his meeting with Polpo, Abbacchio to go home and give (Y/n)’s some good cop treatment.

As he unlocked the front door of their apartment he half-expected the girl to try and attack him despite her missing limbs. Or that he’d see the results of her trashing the place in anger. It was all too quiet, and the quiet made him apprehensive.

“Moody Blues!” He said calling out his stand and having it dial back to replay what exactly (Y/n) had been up to since he and Bruno had left for the day. The replay began a few minutes after (Y/n)’s legs had been removed and just comprised a lot of cursing. He sped through this part until the curses stopped being words and had instead turned into mournful sobs. Abbacchio sped this part as well, hating the pang of guilt he felt from watching his girlfriend cry, even if it was really just his stand.

Eventually, (Y/n) had stopped crying and dragged herself to the bedroom which was where she was at the present time. Dismissing his stand, Leone walked over to the bed and gently shook the girl. No response, beyond the uncontrolled like her skin twitching and her breathing hitching.

“Hey mia cara, I’m home,” he said softly pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek. The girl tried to ignore him but couldn’t stop her cheek from turning pink from being kissed. “What you did this morning was uncalled for. You were a bit of a bitch, you know that? But it’s okay, all is forgiven and Bruno will restore your legs when he gets home later” Leone said kissing the other cheek as he caressed (Y/n)’s sides through the blankets. “Until then you and I are just gonna chill and veg out on the couch together” he finished before tugging down the covers and grabbing hold of (Y/n)’s hands.

“Now hold on tight I don’t want to drop you” Abbacchio ordered guiding (Y/n)’s arms and around his neck. He then slid a hand under her ass supporting her in the crook of his arm and wrapped the other arm around her back as he lifted her up off the bed. He carried her out of the bedroom and to the couch where he gently deposited her on the cushions. The albino made a pit-stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine out of the cabinet before plopping down on the sofa next to (Y/n).

“You’ll give yourself a bad hangover if you drink all that” (Y/n) commented with a small smile. Even though she didn’t have her legs she’d still managed to shuffle a bit so the arm of the couch was supporting her.

“You’re gonna help me drink this” Abbacchio replied with a smirk wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s waist and pulling her close so she had to rely on him for support. (Y/n) made a small cry of protest at manhandling but couldn’t do much else. There was even less she could do as Leone retrieved the tv remote from the coffee table in front of them and the tv screen crackled to life.

“Whatcha feeling drama or comedy?” Abbacchio said as he flipped through the channels. (Y/n)’s eyebrows drew together as she thought before giving an answer.

“Comedy, my life is a drama,” she said quietly. Abbacchio’s grip around her waist tightened as he picked up on the implication behind her words but he did not comment on it. (Y/n) let out a breath she had been unaware of holding as Abbacchio’s hold loosened back to causally snug instead of a death squeeze.

“How does Zootopia sound?” The albino said his eyes darting over to the young woman. When his query was met with an affirmative hum and nod of the head he switched on the movie. He took a swig from the wine bottle before offering the bottle to (Y/n) who turned her nose and tried to pull away best she could. The corners of Abbacchio’s mouth drew down into a frown as he pressed the lip of the bottle lightly against the girl’s pursed lips.

When she didn’t open up he applied more pressure so that a red mark was left behind on (Y/n)’s upper lip and she began to tear up. He let up on the pressure and the young woman allowed her mouth to fall open to let some of the wine trickle in. Her face had been tensed up but suddenly eased as the liquid hit her tongue.

“I was expecting it to be more bitter like church wine” she confessed to Abbacchio’s bemused expression at her sudden change in tune. The albino’s frown disappeared and he let out a chuckle as he took another gulp from the bottle.

They continued like that as they watched the movie. Between cutting commentary about the film and going through a second bottle of wine (Y/n) grew more and more docile and playful like a cat who’d just devoured a bag of catnip. Enough so that by the time the credits were rolling Abbacchio was contending with a giggly mess of a girl wriggling in his lap like a fish.

“Quit fidgeting or you might fall” Abbacchio chided even though his grip around (Y/n)’s waist made sure that wouldn’t happen.

“I can’t help it, I’m all itchy” (Y/n) whined continuing to fidget and grinning up at the albino with her cheeks flushed a vibrant pink. Abbacchio turned her around in his lap so she was facing him and could lean forward against him for support.

“Itchy? Have you not been taking showers like you’re supposed to?” he said pressing his nose against (Y/n)’s neck and breathing deeply. She didn’t smell dirty, if anything he could only detect a faint scent of vanilla clinging to her skin.

“Not that kinda itch, I gotta itch between my legs” (Y/n) mumbled so quietly that if Leone hadn’t been already leaning in close he wouldn’t have heard her words at all. It didn’t take long for her words to sink in and for a smirk to spread across Abbacchio’s face as he carried her to the bedroom to take care of her itch.

(Y/n) tried to undo her top as she was set on the bed but her fingers felt like sausages and couldn’t even get one button out of its hole. She looked up at Leone with an imploring look letting her arms fall to the side and tilting her head to the side.

Abbacchio let out a good-natured chuckle as he pressed a kiss against (Y/n)’s temple and his fingers deftly undid the buttons on her shirt until the fabric slid off her shoulders to rest around her wrists. He then unclipped her bra, allowing it to slip down to (Y/n)’s wrists as well.

(Y/n) shook her upper garments off her wrists and onto the bedsheets. Normally having her chest bare to her boyfriend’s appreciative gaze would have made her want to cover herself at least a little. However that wasn’t the case right now, right now she was much more concerned with seeing the albino’s body than with her own modesty.

While her fingers had been to uncoordinated to undo the buttons on her shirt, (Y/n) was more than capable of pulling the laces of Abbacchio’s shirt loose so it fell off his shoulders. The albino did a small shimmy to free his arms entirely of the sleeves of his shirt.

(Y/n)’s eyes roamed hungrily all over Leone’s skin before she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his in a needy kiss. Abbacchio wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s waist to keep her steady while letting the other dip into her shorts to palm her ass. The young woman moaned into his mouth at the gropes, crushing her tits against the albino’s chest and grinding against his leg.

This proved a difficult endeavor as without her lower legs to support her (Y/n) couldn’t hold herself up properly. She had to tighten her arms around Abbacchio’s neck to lift herself enough to hump his thigh like a dog until he finally took pity on her.

Lying back so his back was pressed against the headboard, Leone helped (Y/n) out of her shorts and panties in one motion. He watched her weakly try to get off rubbing desperately against his still clothed bulge before lifting her hips up with one hand while using the other to pull his pants and boxers out of the way.

(Y/n) tried to hump against the hand holding her aloft and whines quietly as slick dripped down from her cunt onto the albino’s stomach. It was a weird sensation, trying to kneel on knees that weren’t attached. (Y/n) didn’t have much time to ponder it before the tip of Abbacchio’s cock was poking insistently against her entrance.

With her arms braced on either side of the albino’s shoulders, the young woman began lowering herself onto the male’s cock. She took it slow, savoring the feeling of being filled at her own pace. Abbacchio’s hands rested on her upper thighs but did not push down, his nails lightly digging into her skin as he forced himself to remain still as (Y/n) sank down his shaft like a perfectly sized glove.

When (Y/n) finally reached the base of Leone’s cock she did not move again for several long moments as she caught her breath. Once she did start moving it was in a frantic bouncing pattern as she desperately tried to get her sweet spot hit. After a little while, the albino began moving his hips up in time to her hips pressing down and (Y/n) began to see stars.

It didn’t take very long after that point for her to cum with a high-pitched whine. She continued to bounce on Abbacchio’s cock, riding out the remaining tension she felt as the albino came as well with a growl. When she’d finally come down entirely from her high, (Y/n) flopped against Leone’s chest panting softly as she felt fingers card through her hair. A second hand also made its presence known on her lower back by tracing little nonsense patterns on her skin.

Feeling thoroughly worn out but satisfied, (Y/n) drifted off to sleep with Leone’s cock still inside her. When she next awoke, he’d pulled out of her and tucked both himself and her under the covers of the bed. (Y/n) felt miserable, her lower legs were still gone and now she had both a headache and a stomachache with the bonus of feeling sore from being fucked.

Weakly she rolled out of bed and onto the floor to crawl to the bathroom. She’d intended to merely try to look herself over and maybe use the toilet but her stomachache suddenly intensified. The next thing (Y/n) knew she was leaning over the towel bowl and vomiting violently. Her hair was dangerously close to getting coated in vomit before a hand darted forward to tuck it behind her ear.

When (Y/n) was finished puking up her guts she remained slumped over the bowl until she was pulled back into a pair of arms. One arm remained wrapped around her waist as the other trailed down her side to her thigh before going down to where her leg currently ended. A moment later (Y/n) could feel her toes again as Bruno reattached her lower legs but continued to hold her despite finishing the task.

(Y/n) let him hold her until she felt the need to puke again. At which point she jerked away from him to lean over the toilet bowl again. This time Bruno held her hair back and murmured encouraging words as she completely emptied her stomach.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be needing this sooner than expected,” Bruno said with a half-chuckle as he removed a small plastic package from his pocket and gave it to (Y/n). Squinting at the writing on the package, the young woman’s blood ran cold at the words on it: pregnancy test. She’d been off the pill for a month and every day she’d desperately prayed that her period would come.

However, it was starting to look like it wouldn’t be coming for nine months depending on the results of the test. Shooing Bruno out of the bathroom (Y/n) ripped open the packaging and pulled out the test. She followed the instructions before setting the test on the counter and waiting for the required five minutes to pass. When the time had passed she lifted the test with shaking fingers and let out a groan.

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marvelhero-fics · 6 years ago

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The Best Kind Of Phone Sex

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You have some fun with Tom while he’s on the phone with his family

A/N: This wasn't requested but the idea popped into my head so why not. Enjoy! (also this is super un-edited so if anything is majorly wrong please let me know)

Word Count: 1,939

Warning: SMUT, oral (male receiving), sex, unprotected sex, just a lot of sex, all that stuff. 18+

Your body nuzzled further into Toms, his arm draped over your shoulder with your fingers intertwined with his, as the two of you mindlessly watched a show on Netflix, more preoccupied on your phones than the television.

“What’re we doing for dinner, gorgeous?” Tom asked, his eyes not shifting from his phone. You squeezed his hand slightly.

“I was thinking of making some butter chicken in like an hour-or-so.” You replied, turning to look up at him.

“Sounds perfect.” He grinned, “my mum is going to call soon because the family wants an update on everything that’s happening, sorry it might be a long chat.” Tom explained. He used his arm around your body to pull your head close to him, moving his lips to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

The two of you sat around for a bit longer until Tom’s phone rang and he picked it up, greeted by his mother.

“Yea, I’ve missed you too mum.” He began talking, his fingers absentmindedly playing with yours. Boredom filled the room as the TV volume was muted and Tom wasn’t available. You grinned deviously, shuffling your frame to face Tom. He looked back at you with a questioning look, clearly still listening to what was being said through the phone.

Your hand snaked over onto his lap, rubbing up and down his inner thigh. Tom didn’t entirely understand what you were getting at until you ran your hand up to his member. You jerked it slightly through his clothes, feeling it grow rapidly in your hand.

You continued to palm him through his jeans as you moved your body from beside him, to between his legs. You knelt in front of him, his eyes never leaving you as you shuffled around.

“No, I’m not busy at all.” He spoke, as your hand gently began undoing his button and zipper. His boner was very evident in his briefs.

“(Y/N) and I are just chilling on the couch watching Netflix.” You pulled his underwear down, watching his length pop out from under the cotton. Your eyes made contact with his, a wet lick drawing across your bottom lip as you lightly began jerking him. A smirk creeping across his lips as your mouth moved to wrap around his cock. You began sucking just the tip, teasing him ever-so-slightly. He took a deep sigh, loving the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around his arousal.

“Yea, yea, I’m fine Mum. Just a bit tired.” He said, his voice slightly raspy, but still very calm. I guess he was a pretty good actor. It didn't take long before your mouth moved to take in his whole length, his tip hitting the base of your throat over and over as you bobbed your head. His eyes fell shut as his head finally rested back on the top of the couch. He kept speaking through the phone, his voice not fluctuating much as you continued.

He began asking his mum about how her past weeks had been. Part of you almost felt guilty for doing what you’re doing. He didn’t get to speak to his parents a whole lot considering how busy he was, and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. You were reassured of your actions when Tom’s hand moved to tangle in your hair. He gently pushed your head to quicken your pace, applying pressure in your mouth to put more force against his member.

He gulped as his jaw clenched tightly, obviously trying to stifle any groans. His hips buckled beneath you, loving the feeling you were giving to him. Sharp breaths escaped his mouth in replacement of his moans. You dipped your head lower, taking more of him in your mouth with shorter movements. You quite honestly thought Tom was going to been thrown over the edge. His breathing became uneven, his teeth biting hard against his bottom lip, and his legs shaking beneath you. It became harder for him to hold proper sentences. He tried to revert to mumbling ‘mhmm’ without his mum noticing something was going on.

His cock twitched in your mouth a few times, causing you to pull back. He looked down at you, his nostrils breathing deeply while his tongue was trapped between his teeth. You grinned. Your hand jerked his length slightly, letting him ease down from his almost-high. You returned your mouth back onto him and began sucking once again.

“Oh perfect, I’m on speaker.” He stated through the phone, though clearly wanting you to know as he looked down at you. He did his best to hold his voice steady. You licked up his shaft, popping his raging pink tip out of your mouth.

“Want me to stop?” You asked, very quietly, a cheeky smirk covering your face. He simply shook his head, threading his fingers deeper into your hair. Your mouth returned to his length, causing a deep sigh from his lips. You began bobbing your head against him once again. He began melting beneath you, his head falling back onto the couch head rest, his eyes fluttering shut. All he could do was focus on his breathing to not disrupt the call.

“Yea, I found out more about the movie the other day.” He commented, his hand lightly pushing against your head as you thrust his member in and out of your mouth. You hallowed out your cheeks to apply more pressure to him. Clearly having effect, Tom tensed below you, his breath shaking as he continued listening to the phone.

“It’s called ‘The Devil All The Time’,-” He paused, his lips pursing together to hold his mouth shut as a groan threatened to spill. You backed off just slightly, “it’s being directed by Antonio Campos.” He finally added.

He continued to explain the film to his parents over the phone while you continued sucking him off. He was obviously finding it hard to hold it together as he began letting slight hums and whimpers escape him, holding the phone away from his face whenever he couldn't hold it together. You felt his legs tensing sharply as his cock twitched in your mouth, indicating how close he was to finishing. But you wanted to have even more fun. Without warning you dropped his length from your mouth, pushing against his thighs to stand yourself up in front of him.

His breathing was deep as you stripped your shirt from your frame. Your nude breasts popping out from under the fabric. He roughly bit his bottom lip, his hand moved to begin lightly jerking himself off. You slipped your track pants off, throwing them into your puddle of other clothes.

“Uh, yea, Sebastian Stan, Robert Pattinson, Bill Skarsgard, Mia Wasikowska...” he listed, clearly not focused on what he was saying. You turned so your back was facing him, pulling your underwear down your legs to bend over in front of him. Giving him a view of everything. He practically wept. His hand reached out, grabbing your ass firmly. “And some others, I can’t remember at the moment.” He added, his hand rubbing over your smooth skin.

Your body turned back around to face him. Smiling down at him, your hands ran themselves through his messy, brunette hair, snaking themselves behind his head to firmly grip the top of the couch. You moved each of your legs to sit beside his thighs so you straddled his lap.

“Yea, it’s coming out in 2020.” Tom explained, his free hand grabbing your hip, squeezing your skin so tightly. His eyes burning holes as they skimmed over your nude frame.

Your hand moved down to his length to line it up with your heat. He starred at you, grin plastered on his face as you smirked back. You slowly slid down onto his member, your teeth immediately biting down on your lip to stifle the loud moan threatening to slip. Tom’s eyes squeezed shut and he hummed lightly, loving the feeling of your tight core around him. You forced your lips down on his, kissing him passionately as you rode his aching cock. He broke the kiss to speak through the phone again.

“Yea, I’m still coming over on the 22nd.” Both of your hips moved in unison, thrusting his length deeper into you. You bit your lip so hard you thought it might draw blood as you contained every moan. Your head moved so your mouth was right next to Tom’s other ear,

“That feels so fucking good Tommy,” you whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as a shiver sent through his spine. “It’s so big baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” You added quietly, thrusting yourself harder onto him, your pace increasing. His mouth dropped open, though he didn't let any sounds escape. Of course you didn't want to be caught by his parents, but it was just so fun playing with him like this.

“Yep, (Y/N) is definitely coming.” He spoke through the phone, opening his eyes to smirk at you. A light giggle fell from your lips, being over taken by a hushed moan as his length pounded deep inside you. Both of you breathed deeply, letting your chests rise and fall against each other as beads of sweat formed on your foreheads.

His cock slid in and out of you, rubbing over a bundle of nerves deep inside you that made you want to scream Tom’s name over and over. You couldn't get enough of the feeling as he thrust his hips up, pounding his length into you. His hand still held your waist tightly, helping you move your hips down onto his lap again and again. He loved watching your face as he fucked you deeply, watching your eyes practically roll back into your head and your abdomen tensing. He loved the feeling of his member inside you, how your walls squeezed his tip, making him want to hammer you senselessly.

It was becoming increasingly harder for you two to stay silent.

“Yea, I miss you too Mum and Dad.” He commented, telling his parents that he had to leave for something, in reality he just felt himself nearing the finish. Your dripping walls hugging his member tightly was absolutely throwing him over the edge.

“Yep, love you guys too,” he rambled quickly, his breath now heaving through his gapping mouth, “yea, I've gotta go, bye.” He quickly pressed his phone, tossing it on the couch beside him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He finally groaned out, his other hand grabbing your waist to help thrust you onto him faster.

“Tommy... I’m gonna cum.” You whined, tangling your fingers in his messy hair. Your head rolled on your shoulders as you let your orgasm go. Moans tangled with Tom’s name escaped your mouth as you came all over Tom’s member.

“Fuck, it’s so tight.” He growled out, feeling you clench around him as you rode out your high. Your legs shaking as colour clouded your vision, your body practically dripping with ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum too, baby.” He added, his hips moving with yours to roughly thrust himself inside you.

“I wanna feel you fill me up, Tom.” You whimpered, your arms wrapped around the back of Tom’s neck to hold your frames tightly together. With a few more grunts Tom finally unraveled, blowing himself inside you. There was a moment of silence as you two just held each other close, pleasure oozing around each of your bodies as your muscles relaxed into one-and-other.

“Uhm, Tom, you still there?” Nikki’s voice filled the room. You looked over at his phone to see the speaker button activated, rather than the end call button.

Your jaws hit the floor.

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habibialkaysani · 5 years ago

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Of Canaries and Milkshakes (Earth-2 Laurel/Dinah; G)

Ships: Earth-2 Laurel/Dinah

Summary: Missing scene from the end of 8x04. Over fries and milkshakes, Dinah and Laurel talk about their future.

A/N: Many thanks to @laurielance for the encouragement, and for the title. You rock my socks!

Read at AO3

"Captain, am I interrupting anything important?"

Dinah didn't even realise she was smiling at the sound of a now familiar voice, until she looked up, and her smile only widened when she saw Laurel was there with two bags of Big Belly Burger.

"Not when there's burgers involved."

"And milkshakes," Laurel added. "Figured you'd have your hands full with this whole -" She gestured randomly, and Dinah sat back in her chair and folded her arms.

"Time travelling, supervillains, Oliver having a daughter -"

"I mean," Laurel said as she set the bags on Dinah's desk and pulled up a chair opposite her, "I knew about that part. I just expected her to be more baby-faced, I guess."

At this, Dinah did a double take. "You knew Felicity was pregnant?"

"She actually told me before she told Oliver," Laurel admitted. "But no one was supposed to know. And this kid who was literally just a foetus to me is now a fully grown woman capable of kicking her dad's ass. It's a lot. Even for me."

She went quiet for a minute and Dinah didn't push her, instead holding out her hand so Laurel could pass her one of the bags. It was only when she was midway through her burger that Dinah spoke.

"So why are you here?"

Instantly she regretted her words - she expected to see a flash of anger in the eyes she had grown to know so well, or annoyance or exasperation. But instead, all Dinah could see was hurt, in the way Laurel tore her gaze away.

"I already told you -"

"I'm sorry, Laurel," Dinah said softly.

Laurel shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "For what?"

"You know what. And I know there's nothing I can do or say to make things any easier - but I want you to know that I'm here for you."

"Thank you," Laurel said, still staring determinedly at her fries.

"So," Dinah said, a tad hurriedly now in an effort to paper over the awkwardness, "what did you think of what Mia said? About us in the future?"

At this, Laurel looked up, and between them passed an understanding - of wounds too raw to attend to, of words that for right now were better left unsaid. And sure enough, when Laurel spoke, it was with no acknowledgement of the direction their conversation had been teetering into.

"Don't get me wrong," Laurel said slowly, laying out a napkin and then unearthing the fries, which fell into a small heap of greasy potato as she tipped the paper bag upside down. "I love the idea of a network of Canaries. I just - sometimes, when I put that mask on, I feel a bit like -"

"- a fraud?"

"You think that too?" Laurel said, and her tone wasn't incredulity, more resigned acceptance. Another thing that Dinah didn't see coming.

"About you? Not in the slightest," Dinah said firmly.

"I'm pretty sure you would have had a different answer to that question a couple years ago."

"But like I kept telling John and Rene - it's not about the past or the future. All you've got is what you have right now. And right now, on the front lines in Star City? There's no one I'd rather protect it with than you."

"God, stop being so nice to me - it's weirding me out," Laurel said, but it was with a smile, and Dinah smiled too. "What did you mean, about me?"

"What?"

"You said you didn't think that I was a fraud. Are you saying you have some doppelganger who's more of a do-gooder than you? Because, uh, I think that's hard to top."

Dinah laughed. "No, not like that. But I remember when Oliver first asked me to step into Laurel's shoes - this earth's Laurel. You probably don't know how much of a bad place I was in at the time."

"I'm pretty sure I can get a vague idea," Laurel said guiltily, and with a pang Dinah remembered the loss that had driven her was one Laurel herself had made permanent. Dinah knew Laurel was about to apologise, again, but Dinah shook her head.

"Don't. Please."

Again - a moment of quiet understanding, as they agreed not to talk about what would probably always be between them. Laurel looked away to take a sip of her milkshake. After a moment, Dinah did the same.

Laurel coughed. "Uh, so you were saying?"

Sighing, Dinah continued, "Yeah. Well, it took me a long time before I felt okay using Laurel's code name… taking on this mantle of hers. And all that time I wondered if maybe I was a fake. That I couldn't live up to who that Laurel was. I had dropped bodies before. Collateral damage. And I - I didn't feel like I was a hero the way she was. Not at first. So I do get it."

"I thought I was done with that too," Laurel said. "But those kids coming here and telling us this from the future - it made me think about… if I'm worthy. Like it's one thing to put on a mask and a bit of leather and kick someone's ass - it's another to put together a group. I mean - we must have trained them. The two of us. Been their role models. Mentors.”

"And you don't think that's you?"

"I know it isn't," Laurel said simply. "You, you're - different. You care. You act from the heart. Me -"

"Sweetie, you're not fooling anyone if you still expect everyone to think you're heartless."

To her surprise Laurel laughed. "No. I know I have one. You reminded me of that, actually. But it's not Laurel's. Not this earth's, anyway. And I was finally beginning to accept that - on my earth, I was the Black Canary. That was it. I had a place where I belonged for the first time. Now I'm back here and I wonder… if that's who I'm supposed to be. That world - it was my world. It needed me. And I couldn't save it."

In silence Dinah took this in, and for several moments there was quiet, except for the sound of rustling and the two of them eating their fries.

"Wanna know how I got over the whole fraud thing?" Dinah said eventually. Laurel looked up, raising her eyebrows in question. "It was when Oliver passed the hood to John. Right around the time I was getting used to a new suit, new codename, new team."

Laurel's forehead creased a little in confusion. "I don't follow."

For the first time Dinah hesitated. Then, taking a deep breath, she reached over and covered Laurel's hand with her own. Dinah expected Laurel to flinch at her touch, to slap her hand away, to break eye contact in embarrassment.

But Laurel did none of those things. Instead she held Dinah's gaze steadily, unsurprised, expectant, so Dinah soldiered on.

"No two people are interchangeable. Just because they have something in common - a name, or a face, or some metahuman ability - none of that makes you someone who can just be replaced. Laurel Lance, this earth's Laurel, wasn't someone who wanted another Canary to replace her."

"Isn't that what I've done, though? I've impersonated her, had what would have been her dream job, and now I'm wearing her mask. What about that screams 'hero' to you?"

"Okay. Let me try that again. No two heroes are interchangeable. And certainly no two women. And we're not meant to be. I think what Laurel wanted was for others to find strength in the Canary mantle the way she did. And that's what we've done. Both of us - we've loved and lost. And we're stronger for it."

Laurel didn't say anything. For a few moments she was completely silent - and then she squeezed Dinah's hand, ever so briefly, before reaching for her fries.

"Okay, so if we're going to do this whole - Canary network thing, you gotta do the speeches. Clearly you’re better at those. Deal?"

Dinah didn't hesitate. "Deal," she said with a smile, stuffing several fries in her mouth at once. "God. I'm gonna have to work out extra hard after this." Laurel rolled her eyes at that, and Dinah held up a fry to inspect it. "This is so oily. Why do I love this shit so much?"

"Dip it in your milkshake," Laurel said before taking a sip of her own.

Dinah wrinkled her nose. "Then I'll have an oily milkshake."

"Fine," Laurel said, putting down her own shake. "Dip it in mine."

"What?"

Laurel gestured at her shake, then Dinah's fries, then back at her shake. "Come on. Be adventurous for once, Dinah. I'm even heroically sacrificing my milkshake for you."

Dinah shook her head, unable to shake off her smile for the life of her. "Fine. But just know I'm never gonna be nice to you again, okay?"

"Good. I need some normalcy right now. God knows I can’t hold on to much right now."

"You've always got me," Dinah said quietly, and Laurel got that look on her face, the one she had when she didn't know what to say after a few words of kindness. Thankfully though, they were distracted as Dinah popped the fry in her mouth. "Oh my god."

"Good, huh?"

"Gross. How could you voluntarily eat that?"

"You're just saying that because you wouldn't know good food if it screamed in your face."

And after that their collective worries dissolved, at least temporarily, lost in their now good-natured bickering as they finished their food. It wasn't going to last, but Dinah was at ease, and with a start she realised it was the first time she felt that way since Laurel left for earth-2.

#dinah x laurel #canarysiren #dinahsiren #dinah drake #laurel lance #e2!dinah #scream queens #otp: my girlfriend's a screamer #arrow #arrow fanfiction #fanfic #mine #my fic

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dlwritings · 6 years ago

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Something’s Wrong | Peter Parker

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pairing - pre-Spiderman!Peter x reader word count - 2,968 warnings - A/N - I saw something on Instagram one time about how scared Peter must’ve been when he got bit by the spider (since we never got to see MCU Peter before the bite), and this came out of it. Imagine this is happening a few months after Ultron, but Bruce didn’t fly away to another planet

summary - Peter always told you when he wasn’t going to be at school, so of course you panicked a little when he was MIA. You weren’t expecting to find him how you did.

When Peter didn’t show up at school, you knew something was wrong.

Peter always came to school, and if he didn’t, he texted you. You were his best friend. It was, like, the law for him to let you know. And when Ned hadn’t heard from him either, you panicked. You texted him multiple times throughout the day and even called him during lunch. He didn’t respond and sent you straight to voicemail. Instead of calling May, you decided to go to his apartment. He was probably just home sick and in bed and didn’t have the energy to tell you. Sure it was unlike him, but it was better than the alternative. No use disrupting May and her workday.

You got to his apartment, quickly texting your parents that you probably wouldn’t be home for dinner, and knocked on his front door. No answer. “Peter?” you called, knocking harder. “It’s me. Open up!” More silence. You knew where they kept the spare key, so you lifted up the doormat, grabbed the key, and let yourself in. “Peter?” you called again. You walked further into the house, listening carefully for any sign of your best friend. Just as you were about to call again, you heard a whimper coming from the bathroom by Peter’s bedroom. You quickly knocked and opened the door to find Peter hunched over the toilet. He was dressed in only his boxers, sweating profusely, and dry heaving into the toilet bowl. “Sweetie,” you said gently. You walked over to him and rubbed his back, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead to feel his temperature. “You’re burning up. Did you tell May?”

“No,” Peter said quickly, his voice, however, weak. “No. I can’t tell May.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, running your fingers up and down his spine. “You probably just have the flu.” Peter shook his head, keeping his face close to the toilet.

“Something’s wrong,” he said. Only then did you notice tears streaming down his face. You were about to speak again but Peter stopped you, throwing up into the toilet again. Your heart dropped when you saw his vomit was green. Not a natural green either. An acidic, borderline neon green. It almost didn’t look real.

“Peter, we need to take you to the hospital,” you said. You didn’t know what else to do.

“No,” Peter pressed. “If May finds out, she’ll freak. I can’t, I’m okay.”

“You’re not,” you argued. “Peter, you’re right. Something’s wrong.” He dry heaved into the toilet again before he started crying.

“I’m scared,” he said. “I, I have a fever and everything is so loud. I knew you were here before you even opened the front door.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. Your hand never left his back, still rubbing it gently.

“I could feel you,” he almost whimpered. “Like, I could sense it. I can’t explain it, (Y/N), but I knew you were here. My whole body feels hyperactive. I hate it. I don’t know what’s wrong.” He tried to steady his breathing, clearly hating how much he was breaking down.

“Peter, we have to take you to a doctor,” you pressed. Peter shook his head but you held your ground. “I’ll take you to my uncle, okay? He’s a great doctor.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Peter your puke is green,” you said. “There’s something wrong with you.” You left Peter quickly to go get him shorts and a t-shirt from his room. He changed into them slowly, clearly afraid a single movement would cause him to throw up again. You didn’t ask why, but he made sure to grab his backpack before you left. You walked him out of his apartment, finding a trash bucket to take with you in case he threw up again. He got into the passenger seat of your car, resting his head against the window, clutching the bucket close to his stomach. “It’s okay,” you said calmly, rubbing his knee with your hand. You left his apartment and headed in the direction to find your uncle.

You pulled up to Avengers’ facility, Peter so far gone he didn’t even notice. You rang the doorbell, immediately being greeted with an automated voice asking why you were there. “My name is (Y/N),” you said. “I need to see Dr. Banner. He’s my uncle.” Instead of the robotic voice responding, it was your uncle, Bruce.

“Come on in, (Y/N),” he said. You entered the building and found your way to his wing, supporting a weak Peter by your side. As soon as Bruce saw you and Peter, his face dropped. “What’s going on?” he asked, rushing over to you to grab your friend.

“I don’t know,” you said, your voice trembling. “Peter, he, I went to his apartment and he was throwing up. But, Uncle Bruce his puke is green. Like, acidic green. Something’s wrong with him. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Let’s take him to the lab,” Bruce said calmly. “I’m sure he’s okay.”

The three of you made your way to the lab, ignoring the looks from the rest of the Avengers as you passed. Bruce helped Peter onto the chair and put his hand on his forehead. “I got bit,” Peter mumbled. It was the first thing he said since the two of you got in the car. “I got bit by a spider.” Bruce furrowed his eyebrows and looked from you to Peter and back again.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked.

“It’s in my backpack,” Peter said. “It died after it bit me, but I kept it. It’s in a little jar.” You fished through his backpack and found the item in question. You looked at it closely but quickly handed it to Bruce. Bruce took it out of the jar and laid it on a tray. Peter threw up again. Bruce stepped away from the spider and went over to some of his medical equipment.

“I’m going to take some blood, okay?” Bruce said calmly. Peter weakly nodded and you held his hand as Bruce drew the blood. “Peter, right?” Bruce said, his voice still gentle. Peter nodded again. “Alright, I’m going to run some tests on the blood. Is there any way you can stay here for the night?”

“May’s gonna freak,” Peter said, his voice cracking. There were tears in his eyes again.

“I’ll text her from your phone and tell her you’re staying at my house,” you said gently. “Say we’re working on a project. It’s okay.”

May loved you and knew your parents well. It wasn’t unusual for Peter to spend the night. He always stayed in the guest bedroom with a strict open-door policy. You and Peter weren’t dating, but you were the best of friends. Of course, you had been crushing on him for years, but that was beside the point. Peter was so often focused on school and Star Wars, he hardly had time to notice your feelings, let alone reciprocate them.

Peter nodded at your suggestion so you quickly took his phone and texted May. She responded with a thumbs up and said to call if he needed a ride in the morning. “You’re all set with May,” you said to Peter, brushing his hair away from his forehead again. He was still warm. “So we’ll stay here tonight and Uncle Bruce will have some answers in the morning.” Peter nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m going to go explain what’s going on to Tony,” Bruce said more to you than Peter. “I’ve gotten about a hundred texts since you showed up at the door. We’ll find a room for you. It’s going to be okay.” The last sentence, he addressed to Peter as well. You thanked Bruce quietly and he nodded and left the room.

“(Y/N) I’m so scared,” Peter said. You didn’t know what to do. You had been trying so hard not to cry. This wasn’t about you. You had to stay strong if there was any hope Peter wouldn’t completely lose it.

“You’re going to be okay,” you said reassuringly. “Uncle Bruce knows everything. You know what he’s been through. If there’s anything weird with that spider, he’ll know. He’s been exposed to gamma radiation so he knows a lot about weird shit.” This clearly wasn’t the right thing to say, because Peter whimpered a bit and covered his face with his hands. “You’re going to be okay.”

“What if I turn into some, some freak?” he almost cried. “Like, what if I turn into a spider?”

“Really?” you laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension. “A spider? C’mon Pete.”

“Dr. Banner turns into a giant green monster!” he practically shouted. “How do I know I’m not gonna turn out the same way?”

“Whatever happens, we’ll handle it,” you told him. “You are going to be okay.” You said each word firmly, doing you best to reassure Peter. And yourself. Peter nodded and you helped him off the table. Just as Peter got his footing, Bruce came back in the room.

“I can take you to your room,” he said. You and Peter nodded and the two of you followed Bruce through the facility, over to the living quarters. You noticed Peter’s eyes wander at the facility’s surroundings, not wasting a moment to take it all in. He was clearly making up for not taking note of the building when you first got there. You, having been to the facility a few times before, were unphased. Bruce opened a door and showed you to a room with a single king bed. Bruce looked at you both. “You guys good to share a bed?” he asked. “I, I just assumed-”

“That’s fine,” Peter said quickly. You looked at him, trying to hide the shock in your face. Peter just gave you a soft smile.

“Right,” Bruce said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, I’ll just leave you guys, then. The kitchen is downstairs if you get hungry.”

“Thanks, Uncle Bruce,” you said, giving him a stressed smile. He returned it, sent you both a wave, and left you both alone. As soon as Bruce left, you turned back to Peter. As if he read your mind, you saw his ears turn pink.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” he said softly. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you said quickly, hoping you didn’t sound to eager. “Yeah I get it. That’s fine.” Peter smiled gently at you and walked into the room. He laid himself on the bed, curling himself into a ball. His face had regained some of its color and he looked a little less sick than he had earlier. You went and sat beside him, laying your hand on his forehead. You saw him physically relax at your touch. “Do you want some water?” you asked him gently. “I can get you some water and then I’ll see if there’s any clothes lying around that’ll fit you. You should shower.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Are you hungry?”

Peter shook his head no so you nodded and stood up from the bed. “I’ll be back,” you assured him. He nodded, his eyes still closed, as you left the room. As soon as you shut the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh. You quickly walked through the tower in search of your uncle. You found him in the kitchen with Natasha, Steve, and Wanda (a new recruit you didn’t know too well).

“How’s he doing?” Bruce asked as soon as he saw you.

“Better,” you said. “He hasn’t thrown up in a while. I told him I’d get him some clothes so he can shower and put on something fresh. You got anything?”

“I’ll go find something,” Bruce said. “It’ll be a little big, but it’ll be clean.” You nodded and thanked him softly as he left the room. Nat, who you were quite close with, gave you a sympathetic look.

“Bruce told us what happened,” she said. “He’s gonna be okay.”

“I hate to see him like that,” you said, your lower lip quivering. “He was so scared and so, so fragile.” You put your head in your hands and sniffed. “I’m so worried about him.” Steve placed a hand on your back gently.

“Don’t underestimate Bruce,” he told you. “We’re going to make sure your friend is okay.” You nodded slowly and sniffed again, not wanting to cry like an idiot in front of the Avengers.

“Do you want some clothes?” Nat asked you. “You should shower and freshen up too. It might help you feel better.”

“Sure,” you said softly. Nat nodded and left to get clothes just as Bruce came back with the ones for Peter. You could feel Wanda staring at you but a part of you was nervous to meet her eyes. Bruce didn’t have too many kind things to say about her, so you were on your guard. Finally, however, her stares became distracting so you met her gaze.

“I can see inside your mind,” she said softly. “I don’t mean to. Your thoughts are so loud.” You didn’t say anything, just furrowed your eyebrows and continued to look at her, almost urging her to continue. “You love this boy.” At this, you blushed and finally looked away from her, praying Steve and Bruce weren’t listening. “You worry.”

“He’s my best friend,” you replied, still not looking up at her. Even as you said it aloud, you thought about how badly you wished you and Peter were something more. Sometimes the idea felt so possible, you had a hard time accepting that it wasn’t reality.

“I see,” Wanda finally said. You looked back up at her and a part of you knew she could see the thoughts you were trying to hide. It was somewhat unsettling. Nat came back then with the clothes she let you borrow, so you thanked her, grabbed a bottle of water, and bid the others adieu before hurrying back to Peter.

When you re-entered your room, Peter hadn’t moved from the bed at all. Somehow you hadn’t noticed until just then that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. “Where are your glasses, Pete?” you asked, joining him on the bed and putting the bottle of water on the nightstand.

“I don’t need them,” he muttered. You brushed your fingers through his hair again and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he sighed, “I can see. I woke up this morning and didn’t need my glasses. Everything is clear.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you argued.

“I know,” Peter stressed. You could hear his voice crack again. “But I’m telling the truth.” A single tear rolled down his cheek and he closed his eyes to stop any more from following.

“Go take a shower, okay hun?” you said gently. “I’ll be right here when you come back.” Peter nodded, took the clothes you were offering him, and went to take a shower.

You took that time to cry.

You hated it when Peter had a cold. This? This was a whole new level of terrifying.

When Peter got out of the shower, you got in and quickly washed up. You focused on taking deep breaths, letting the water wash away as much stress and worry as possible. When you were done, you slipped on the clothes Nat had brought you, brushed and braided your hair, and went back in the bedroom with Peter. He was already under the covers, curled into a ball again and staring blankly at the wall. You got into bed beside him, keeping a safe distance. You didn’t know if he wanted you to wrap your arms around his trembling frame, even though that’s what you desperately wanted to do. Quickly though, Peter turned his body to face you and pulled his arms around you, laying his head on your chest and tangling his limbs with yours. Then he was crying. You swallowed back the lump in your throat and brushed your fingers through his hair, shushing him like he was a baby because you had no idea what else to do. “Pete you’re gonna be okay,” you said softly. “I promise.”

“I don’t want to die,” he whispered, sniffling in between each word. “I can’t leave May, not after everything with Ben.”

“You’re not going to die,” you said firmly. “You are not. Don’t talk like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. You shook your head and placed a small kiss to his forehead. After a few seconds of silence, Peter asked, “Will you sing me a song?” His voice was small, like he was embarrassed to ask the question. Instead, you just nodded.

Why are there so many

Songs about rainbows

And what’s on the other side

Rainbows are visions

They’re only illusions

And rainbows have nothing to hide

So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it

But I know they’re wrong wait and see

Someday we’ll find it

The rainbow connection

The lovers, the dreamers, and me

You sang the song softly in Peter’s ear, brushing your fingers through his damp curls as you did. The way his breathing was so soft, you thought he had fallen asleep. “I love when you sing that song,” he whispered, proving you wrong and making you jump. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you whispered back.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled. The words made your breath get caught in your throat. You wished he meant it the way you did when you whispered it back. But it wasn’t the time to worry about that. You had a trembling Peter laying in bed beside you, and your only job was to comfort him. So you held him tight and did just that.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spider-man #spider-man imagine #marvel #avengers

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agentunwin · 6 years ago

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STANDSTILL [Freak Week: DAY 3]

Shawn was a happy man. He’d successfully survived his 30′s, had a stable income, and a large, happy family. However, one day, he noticed something slightly out of place that would change his life forever.

— A/N: Here’s another sad one lol!! I wish I could say this is the last imagine with this concept im gonna write (this is #3 lol) but i can’t promise anything. This imagine is based on a TRUE STORY(!) called Awoken By a Lamp, and it breaks my heart every time I read it, so naturally, I had to write about it. I hope you’re enjoying Freak Week thus far!

— WORDS: 3.1k

— WARNINGS: Angst, cursing.

For once, all was still in the Mendes household.

The chirping of crickets and the rustling of sheets was all to be heard, everyone fast asleep. Shawn's arm subconsciously dragged his wife closer to his body as they slept and she responded, pushing herself further back into his embrace.

Nights like these were the parents' favorites as they were hard to come by what with their two children, but they didn't happen often, and when they did, they were almost always short-lived.

That night was no different.

"Daddy?"

Shawn's eyes instinctively shot open at the sound of his three year old's voice at the side of the bed, his body forcing itself to sit up despite his exhaustion. He rubbed his eyes at peered down at the little girl who was hugging herself through her t-shirt, her big eyes staring up at him.

"Yeah, Mia? What is it?" He grumbled lowly, his words coming out meaner than he wanted them to. He compensated for this by leaning down and scooping Mia up into his arms, holding her tightly against him.

"Liam keeps making noises, I can hear them. I can't sleep." She mumbled tiredly, her pout far too cute to ignore.

Shawn sighed heavily, looking back at Y/N who was still fast asleep. He allowed himself to grin the tiniest bit at this fact and cleared his throat, standing up from the bed and propping Mia up onto his hip.

"Alright, let's go, kid." He whispered, taking quiet steps out of the room and down the hall to Mia's, which was adjacent to Liam's. Shawn set Mia down on her big girl bed as she liked to call it, pulled the covers over her body, and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll take care of Liam." He promised, granting Mia a warm smile. "Sleep tight, hun, you have school tomorrow."

Mia responded in her normal soft-spoken manner with a small "Okay", smiling as she flipped over in her bed to face the wall. Shawn then stood and walked out of the room, taking one last look at her before partially shutting her door. Then, he was off to his son's room.

The door was wide open and as soon as he entered he could see the little boy sitting in the corner of his crib, hand in his mouth as he babbled nonsense. Liam's eyes were automatically drawn to Shawn as he approached, his big arms reaching towards the boy and pulling him out.

"Oookay, so why are you awake, little man?" Shawn grumbled, taking a seat on the armchair in the corner of the room. And as he looked down at his one-year-old for the millionth time, his heart burst with love just as it always did. He loved his daughter just the same, but with Liam, there was a certain special bond there that he felt every time he held him. Of course, Mia was more of a momma's girl.

Liam only knew a few simple words at this point, so naturally, he said nothing; just continued to make random, pointless noises that somehow resonated deeply within Shawn. He bit his lip as he continued to stare at his son, his look of concern dissipating into that of a grin.

"You just wanted to get my attention, huh?" Shawn teased, slender fingers going to tickle Liam's stomach. The small boy erupted in a fit of giggles, eventually getting to be too loud, so Shawn held a finger to his lips, making that shushing noise Liam always seemed to be fascinated by. "Shh, you don't want to wake up mommy, do you?"

As if the boy actually understood Shawn he stopped making noise, settling for a measly yawn that shook his entire body. Shawn laughed at this and rolled his eyes- Kids are always tired but never want to sleep, he thought, standing and going to set Liam back in the crib.

"Go to sleep, for me, alright?" Shawn uttered, rubbing Liam's belly gently. And just as his father had instructed, Liam's eyes closed slowly despite his efforts to keep them awake.

Shawn released a breath of relief knowing that, once again, all was still in the Mendes household; he just hoped it would stay that way through the night.

He flopped down into his own bed and returned to his former position, draping his arm over his wife and pulling her flush against himself once more, knowing that in the morning, everything would be just as hectic as usual.

"Shawn, where's Mia's book bag?" Y/N asked, making quick work of throwing the girl's lunch together. Shawn's eyes went wide and he paused, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he went searching around the house for the Bratz bag that he was swore he saw in the living room. Liam sat in his high-chair, laughing at the scene of his dad running like a madman.

Eventually the bag was found underneath Mia's bed and Shawn rushed back out to the living room where he found the door wide open, Y/N helping Mia into her car seat in the driveway. He rushed forwards and once Y/N was sure she was strapped in Shawn placed the bag into Mia's lap, leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead.

"Have a great day at school, honey, I love you."

"I love you tew!" Mia geeked, her legs swinging back and forth excitedly, ready to get back to her pre-school friends.

Y/N shut the backseat door and walked up to Shawn, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning up to give him a peck on his lips, "I'll see you later, babe. I'm going to the store later, you need anything?"

Shawn hummed to say no, bringing a hand down to her butt to give it a gentle squeeze. Y/N rolled her eyes and gave him one last peck before jumping into the driver's seat, waving as she pulled off.

Then, it was just Shawn and Liam.

First thing on the long to-do list was to let Liam out of his high-chair and keep him entertained whilst he cleaned the house. Shawn did just that, putting on some stupid kids' show and setting Liam down in his playpen while he ran to the closet to grab the vacuum cleaner.

Liam stayed unbothered whilst Shawn vacuumed the entire downstairs area, only getting fussy when Shawn reached the living room, the loud noise distracting him from the show.

"I know, I know, bud." Shawn sighed, wrapping his hand around the cord and continuing to run the machine over the hardwood floors. "Just a little bit more, and I'll be done."

He was done within the next five minutes which Liam was surely happy about, eyes trained on the screen once again. Shawn chuckled and returned the vacuum to the closet, grabbing the duster next. Naturally, he began to wipe down every surface, carefully stepping around the playpen when he dusted off the T.V. stand and came to the table in the corner of the room.

He raised his arm to dust, but something caught his attention.

The lamp.

Something was off about the lamp, and he couldn't put his finger on it. It was in 3D, of course, yet if he were to turn his head a certain way, it seemed to stretch. He raised his arm again to dust the object and did so with ease, but something about the lamp captivated him; fascinated him.

He wasn't sure why, but his body ran on auto-pilot, sitting his body down on the couch as his eyes stayed glued to the lamp. The obnoxious noise coming from the T.V. show drowned out, replaced by pure white noise.

This went on for what Shawn presumed to be a few more minutes before Y/N was making her way through the door again, struggling to hold all of the groceries she'd brought in. She set them all on the kitchen island and walked into the living room, anger evident on her face.

"Shawn, what the hell are you doing?" She barked, leaning down to grab Liam whose face was streaked with tears. Her voice seemed to galvanize Shawn and he snapped his eyes upwards, realization overcoming him as she continued, "I called you like ten times, I had to carry everything myself."

"I-I'm sorry, I just.. Spaced out." He shook his head, glancing back at the lamp. However, when he heard Mia's boisterous voice coming down the hallway, the confusion began to settle in. "Wait, what time is it?"

"It's 3:30?" Y/N gave him an odd look from the kitchen, laying some animal crackers down on the high-chair tray for Liam. "Dinner will be ready soon; Oh, can you set the table, please?"

3:30? Shawn pondered to himself, eyebrows furrowing ever so deeply, it was 10:00 in the morning when I'd started looking, there's no way I've been staring at it for so long. Right?

"Y-Yeah." Shawn agreed, rubbing the back of his neck and going to get the plates and utensils. "Sure."

As the family sat at the dinner table and Mia went on about her day at pre-school, Shawn's focus was elsewhere. Thanks to the open floor plan, he had a front row seat to the living room; more over, that damn lamp.

It still fascinated him for reasons he couldn't explain. Something wasn't right with it, and Y/N definitely noticed his strange staring, but she let it go, not willing to cause a scene at the table in front of the kids.

At night when it was time to wrap up, Y/N did all of the heavy-lifting of getting the kids to bed while Shawn slumped into the couch once again, nibbling on his nail as he tried over and over again to figure out why the object looked so strange. His hand came up to scratch at the balding spot on top of his head, unmoving when he heard Y/N's footsteps getting closer, concern evident in her quietness.

"Shawn." She simply stated, "Why are you acting so weird today? You need to come to bed, baby."

"I will." Shawn replied, nodding slowly, not even bothering to take his gaze off the lamp to look at his wife. "I will, I just need some time to myself right now. Have a good night sleep."

"Hard to do that when you're not next to me."

Shawn said nothing to this, making Y/N huff angrily and stomp off. She'd had enough of his strange behavior and this was clear as she slammed her door, not loud enough to wake the kids, but certainly loud enough for Shawn to get the message.

The lamp was intoxicating; Addicting, even. Every time he found himself studying the strange shape, he memorized its ridges and curves and tiniest details.

God, what was wrong with it?

In the morning, Y/N found Shawn right where she'd left him. His eyes hosted dark circles underneath and his fingers twitched in agony, his body fighting to keep his eyes open. She huffed out, and now, there was no denying that there was something seriously wrong.

She'd called his name, she tapped him, she'd even resorted to slapping him, but not once did he remove his eyes from the lamp. Not once did he speak, and not once did he so much as blink.

And the next morning, when she was sure that there was no helping Shawn despite all of her efforts, Y/N piled her kids into the truck and brought them to their grandparent's home.

Even through all of this, Shawn didn't move. For once, during the daytime, the house was completely silent and lifeless, the only sound to be heard being his shallow breathing.

The lamp.

And suddenly, finally, it clicked.

The lamp wasn't real. None of it was real.

At this epiphany, the lamp began to shift even more. It seemed to grow, expanding until it took up Shawn's entire vision, and then, everything went red.

He couldn't see, but he could hear, and the sounds of shouting all around him scared him to no end. The voices sounded panicked and he could feel hands encompassing his very being, grabbing at him from every angle. He couldn't move, couldn't make out anything, stuck in the weird state of wherever this was.

And, when his vision returned to normal, he was hit with an immense amount of pain shooting through his entire body. People were crowded around him, concern evident on everyone's faces as they helped Shawn sit up, the boy only then noticing the amount of blood gushing from somewhere on his face.

It covered his clothes and his skin and the hot pavement below him as he looked around at the street he was suddenly next to, seeing a large, buff man being pulled away by police. Before Shawn even had the chance to ask what was happening, he was being grabbed at again and put onto a stretcher, the pounding in his head only growing by the second.

Eventually, he gave up trying to make sense of everything, eyes falling shut as the emotions overwhelmed him, his body falling limp, mind going blank, and vision going dark.

The ticking of the metronome on the coffee table caught Shawn's attention, his eyes following the pendulum as it rocked side to side in a calming manner. His limbs relaxed and he found it easier to breathe along with the constant sound, allowing his eyes to rest for a few seconds before his name was being called.

"Shawn?" The woman across from him asked gently so as not to frighten him, leaning backwards in her seat and getting her clipboard ready. "How are you feeling today?"

The man bit his lip and laughed bitterly at the question. "What do you think?"

She was tempted to reply but could tell there was something at the tip of his tongue, so she remained silent, allowing him to speak when ready.

"I um.. I saw Liam last night." Shawn sniffed, looking up at the ceiling and stifling his incoming tears. "I was watching T.V., and I saw him in his little playpen out of the corner of my eye. When I looked, he was gone, and I just.. Broke down. I know it's stupid, I know none of it was real, but.."

"It's not stupid, Shawn." His therapist assured him, leaning forward and giving him a stern yet strangely comforting glare. "You lived out an entirely different life for 10 years in your mind in a matter of seconds; Surely that has to be overwhelming. You're grieving the loss of your family, and nobody understands this, because nobody knew them like you did."

Shawn gulped down the lump in his throat, and even after nearly a year now of hearing practically the same thing every session, he was always surprised by her ability to understand him. He nodded slowly and brought his eyes back down to meet her gaze as he spoke softly, "Sometimes I wish the asshole that knocked me out would have just finished me off."

"Why is that?"

Shawn became tight-lipped and his fingers began to tap relentlessly against the leather chair's arms; an action that'd become his new coping mechanism. "Because then, I wouldn't have to go through all of this. If he just killed me then and there, I wouldn't always be thinking about some family who never even fucking existed. 10 years, 10 fucking years-”

He choked on his words, letting out a sort of grunt and shutting his eyes tightly. Even after so much time had passed, he still found it hard to admit these things to himself. He suffered grief like none other all because of an asshole on the street and a nearly fatal head injury, and he would never forgive the man that had done this to him.

"..You always mention that you see your son sometimes." The woman asked, her own nose beginning to sting with the promise of tears. "Do you ever see your wife? Your daughter?"

Shawn wiped his face free of tears and shook his head sadly, now staring down at his lap. "No, I don't. Sometimes before I go to sleep I pray that I'll get to see them again in my dreams, just one last time. Just to see Y/N laugh again, or to spoon her while we sleep, or to even hear her complain about the smallest things again. And I want to help Mia get ready for school again, even though I almost always messed something up. My girls."

The room was silent for a long while before a ringing echoed throughout it, signifying the end of the session. At that, Shawn made it appoint to grab a handful of tissues and attempted to make himself look presentable once more, wiping himself down and tossing the remnants of his breakdown into the bin next to the door.

Before he could walk out without saying anything further, his therapist's voice caused him to still, hand on the knob as he listened intently.

"Shawn?" She muttered, giving him a curt nod. "I'm proud of you. You're making great progress."

Shawn only sniffed and gave her a small grin, not truly absorbing the words before he walked out of the office and out of the building.

He finally felt as if he could breathe again, the fresh air hitting his lungs and calming him down. Out of all of the sessions he'd had over the last months, this one proved to be one of the most difficult.

He ducked into his car and tapped his steering wheel, sucking on his teeth before letting down the sun visor down and looking at himself in the mirror.

Along the right side of his head was the scar that had started it all and that would follow him for the rest of his life. He frowned at this but chose to let go just this once, examining the rest of his features.

No matter how many times he looked at himself like this, it was always weird seeing himself so young again. He was used to seeing his nearly 40-year-old face dead tired with the wrinkles settled deeply into his skin, but 20 year old Shawn could still pass for a teenager.

This made him chuckle to himself. I'm so stupid, he thought for no reason in particular, letting up the visor and sticking his key into the ignition. The car revved for a few seconds before starting up and he sighed deeply, nibbling on his bottom lip.

On days like this, he didn't want to be bothered with anyone or anything, but he knew that he had to get out of the depression he'd been in for so long. And if there was one thing that kept him going, it was this:

His family would want him to rebuild his life. They would want him to live again, to be happy, so he would. Eventually.

This was all the fuel he needed to move his hand to the gear shift, taking one last glance at the therapist office.

Until next time, he thought, pulling away from the building and riding off.

A/N: So as I mentioned before, this is a true story, and I encourage you to look into it if it interested you. The story is called Awoken by a lamp, and this is something that people actually experience wherein if someone experiences a life-threatening situation, their brain might go into “override mode” for lack of better wording, and create something entirely new. It’s very interesting but this story was always so sad to me so. I hope you enjoyed. Much love <3

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whockeywhore · 6 years ago

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Proof 5 Part One

“And then what?”

“He left. He was gone when I woke up.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I heard my nephew shout in the background and Anna covered the receiver poorly as she apologized to him. “Dominic, mommy’s sorry. She said a bad word.”

His voice was somehow shrill and muffled and I stifled a laugh as she grumbled. “Hang on, Lucia. I’ve got to find a quarter to put in the swear jar.”

“I thought we were calling that Number Five’s College Fund.”

“We were until Number Five decided to play FIFA with my ribcage.” I heard her strain as if on cue and I frowned. “There she goes, my little Mia Hamm.”

“That bad?”

“Worse than the boys.”

“How much longer?”

“Four months.”

“Hey, you’re more than halfway done. I swear, between you, Maria, and Cassandra, I can’t keep up. When people ask me how many nieces and nephews I have I just shrug.”

“You have nine. Soon to be ten- eleven actually. I forgot about Cass.”

“We all do sometimes.”

She snorted a laugh and scolded me, a lightness in her voice that I loved. It reminded me that under all that maternal maturity, I still had my sister. We settled into a sweet silence before she spoke again, a bit more serious this time.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“About what?”

“Elijah!”

“I’m not going to do anything. And it’s Elias.”

“What’s his last name?”

“Lindholm.”

I could hear her tapping on her phone followed by a quiet gasp. “Lucia! Oh my gosh, Looch, are you fucking serious?”

“What?”

“MOMMY!”

“Dammit! Sorry Dom!”

“That’s another two quarters.”

“I put in a dollar so I technically have one more and, if I may, I’d like to use it.”

“Go for it.”

“Daaaaaaaaaammmmmnnnnnnn! You didn’t tell me he was gorgeous.”

“He’s not-”

“He looks like a J. Crew model. He looks like a contestant on The Bachelor. He is stunning.” I heard a door slam on her end and she covered the receiver again, coming back a moment later with a chirp in her voice. “Charlie just got home. I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“Hi Lucia!”

“Hey Charlie, how’s it going?”

“No complaints.” Anna mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear and he cleared his throat. “Holy shit!”

“Dad!”

“I know, I know!” There was a quiet clang of change dropping into the swear jar followed by a laugh. “Is that your new guy?”

“No-”

“Yes!”

“Anna!”

“They kissed Charlie!”

“You did?” He was just as excited as her and I couldn’t help but grin. “That’s exciting Looch!”

“It’s- we were drunk. It was nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Nobody asked you Anna.” My cheeks burned furiously as I fought to keep myself from indulging in the idea that it meant anything at all. We’d been drinking, watching a romantic movie, it was practically the plot to a subpar fanfiction on it’s own. “And it was stupid. We were drunk. It’s... yeah.”

Charlie and Anna were silent on the other end and I could practically see the look they were exchanging and I rolled my eyes.

“But I’ve got a client meeting in about half an hour. Can I call you tonight?”

“Of course. But-”

I hung up before she could finish her thought and shook my head, standing up slowly and with a low groan. My body ached from a sleepless night and I rolled my shoulders back before padding down to the kitchen. I’d been eating nothing but junk food since the day the guys left for their road trip and my stomach was crying for something good.

Elias had left groceries in the fridge and I shifted everything around until I found enough to make a meal. The stove heated up quickly and the smell of Italian herbs filled the house, my mouth watering as I layered the lasagna, sprinkling a generous portion of cheese on top. I snapped a picture and deleted it, tucking my phone away before kicking myself for being so weird. The second picture got sent to Elias and I leaned against the counter before hitting send, adding Johnny to the group chat to settle my nerves.

There was a blast of hot air as I opened the oven and I savored it, considering starting a fire to eat in front of. I set the timer and grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, searching for a corkscrew and coming up short as the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Did you make that lasagna?”

“I did.”

“It... I thought you couldn’t cook.”

“I can, I just choose not to.” He grunted a response and I changed the subject. “Do you know where the corkscrew is?”

“It’s not in the drawer by the fridge?” I shook my head and heard him hum quietly in thought. “Did you check the dishwasher?”

“We have a dishwasher?”

His laugh was deep and tired and I took a seat at the breakfast bar, watching the timer count down as I chose my words.

“You sound exhausted.”

“Is it that obvious?” I heard the creak of a mattress and he groaned, deep and throaty. It sent a tingle down my back and I shivered where I sat, shaking my head and distracting myself with opening mail. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Jet lag?”

“Maybe. To be completely honest, I’ve had a lot on my mind this week.”

“Anything I can help with?” He was quiet for a minute, a minute and forty seconds to be exact. The oven timer ticked down and I cleared my throat quietly. “Elias?”

“We kissed.”

“We did.”

I pictured an elephant squeezing itself between the fridge and the island and smiled, shaking my head. The bottle of wine sat on the counter and I stood to grab it, plucking a knife out of the carving block and reclaiming my seat.

Neither one of us spoke and I put him on speaker as I busied myself with chipping away at the cork. It was his turn to break the silence and he seemed timid when he spoke.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize.”

“Sorry.” He chuckled and I covered my face with my hand. “Sor- dammit Elias, I can’t stop!”

I set the paring knife down and laughed, leaning back in the chair. The cork was halfway gone and I dove back into my endeavor as I sobered. I finally just stabbed at it until it dropped into the bottle with a satisfying plop, a few drops landing on the tile in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m gonna pour a glass of wine.”

“You found the corkscrew?”

“I improvised.”

“That makes me nervous. You don’t have any work tonight?”

“None that I plan on doing.”

“So your evening is-”

“Wide open. What about you?”

“About the same. Some of the guys went out after the game but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“So you’re alone?” My voice was shrill and full of hope, a few octaves higher than usual. I hoped he hadn’t heard it but his was deeper when he answered me, an edge to it that wasn’t there before.

“I am. Are you?”

“I fucking hope so.” I stood up and checked the front door, sliding in the deadbolt as he laughed again. A quick scan of the immediate area gave me a bit of ease and I nodded to Jones where he lay on his dog bed. “I am.”

“Good.”

“Elias...”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” I could picture him smiling in his hotel room, sprawled out on the duvet with his legs splayed. He took in a sharp breath and I waited for him, every nerve in my body lit up as I moved to the couch.

“What... what are you wearing?”

“A sweatshirt.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“Fuck.” His voice was barely more than a rasp and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Lucia, what are you doing to me?”

“You tell me.”

“I’m... you want this?”

More than you know.

“Do you?”

To be continued...

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winterheart17 · 6 years ago

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Those of you who have been with me for awhile will probably know my work woes as a magazine writer. Essentially, while I love my colleagues to death and more often than not, the work I do (except when I run into fake ass scum of the earth and still have to write a good piece on them). Anyways, an update on what’s been happening - it’s been a very, very rough three weeks. I’ve broken down more times than I have in the past 2 years in this short span of time. I’m unashamed to say my wage is incredibly low - I get paid RM2350 (that’s approx 580USD) a month. In the past (almost) three years, never gotten a bonus and only a RM100 (approx 25USD) raise which bumped it up to 2350 only in the past year. As for my workload, I have to handle the Features, Lifestyle, and Beauty sections (that’s pretty much more than half the magazine). Most writers only handle one section or at most, Features and Lifestyle go hand in hand.

The company’s narrative is also unethical and shitty. Think about everything you know of a toxic relationship - this is it. Instead of motivating you, they keep telling you you’re not worthy of being paid more until you actually believe it despite having everyone else’s jaw drop when they find out how little you earn. The sad thing is, the CEO would rather pay an outsider she thinks can add value to the company as opposed to treating her actual staff well and retaining them. Turnover rates are crazy. And I used to think my editor was better than that, but after the last appraisal, it’s all changed. She doesn’t seem to get that I’m doing so much, SO, SO much. Since last year, we are down by 3 people but we never hired and the workload was redistributed with me taking on the lion’s share. To put things in perspective: I have to write 30 pages from scratch. If it includes sourcing for and lifting other articles as well as editing them for the sections I handle, it’s 50 pages. Every issue. Every month.

This is also why I’ve had to take periodic breaks from Tumblr simply because I don’t have the energy to do anything else. And if I’m honest, my love for writing is so drained because I feel so undervalued and overworked. I work through weekends at times to rush articles. I don’t even realize weeks have flown by.

Anyways, my appraisal was about 3 weeks ago and it was a shitstorm. I felt my editor had it in for me. She’s been telling my deputy editor (my friend) how she feels my work has been slipping and etc. I’ve asked my dep ed if it is that bad, and she’s told me while she’s noticed my spark is no longer as it was, my work is still relatively good. Never terrible. Plus, despite handling the most, I hand in my articles one of the earliest coz that’s my way of being a team player - if I hand mine in late as well, that’s it, the whole train will be derailed.

When I told my editor I was handling a lot and I feel the company undervalues me with such a low pay - she took it so personally. SO PERSONALLY. Despite me telling her three times it’s not her, it’s upper management - she attacked me. She went on about how I’ve been slacking and this is bad and that is awful and how I haven’t given her a reason to fight for higher pay. And inside, I’m just... so the past 2.5 years were nothing? And she went on to say how she knows when I cut corners and she allows me to do them (excuse me, miss, it’s impossible for me to handle EVERYTHING without lifting or easing up some workload in some areas if I’m to hand in everything on time). Plus, she’s a bit hypocritical. When she sees me stress, she will tell me not to and that I can lift to ease my workload. But when I do, I’m perceived as lazy.

I broke down. Badly. It wasn’t even the pay. It was how underappreciated I was and it showed. Her face completely shut down and no one knows why - she’s often been very emotional with her previous writers. She told me she could see I had one foot out the door and I told her that’s about right. And I told her I hate being in this stagnant rut and I take pride in my work - I don’t do this on purpose but seriously, this job is killing my love for writing. She told me she appreciates me and how much it “breaks her heart” I don’t see it - but how she treats me below is bullshit. So, we didn’t actually manage to resolve anything. But before we ended, she asked me to give her a “hug” - it felt so fake to be honest. And it was obvious I was crying still when she switched off the lights and walked out of the room.

The meeting room is adjacent to reception where we often get media packages. Reception will call us down from Level 1 to pick them up. But this time, as I was trying to compose myself, my editor called me out to pick up HER package to be taken upstairs. I think I was just so in shock, I couldn’t comprehend so I did it quickly so that the receptionist wouldn’t see me cry. I was halfway up the stairs when my editor hollered up the stairs for me to come back down as there was another package. This time, the receptionist did see me cry.

And I feel so ashamed - I feel I should have just walked away back then or done something. But I was too in shock and struggling to control the tears - I couldn’t believe how appalling she was at the time. She couldn’t even be a decent human being to someone she said she “appreciates”. And that was it - that was the end of the line for me and the last straw. She came back up and cheerily spoke to the rest of my colleagues - acting as if nothing had happened.

Shouldn’t you ask yourself as an editor why one of your most hardworking girls is demotivated instead of shutting it in until appraisal and just assume I was slacking? You want me to give my best - but do you even deserve my best consistently. Oh, I also said the way I tried to be a team player is by keeping with the deadlines and handing my work on time to ensure we go to print on time. Her response: “but if that’s the kinda work I’m getting, I don’t want it.” Not gonna lie, that was a slap to my face. I wanted to quit there and then. I promise, no matter how demotivated I get, I never hand in unsatisfactory work - just not my BEST.

Anyways, long story short - I don’t want to jinx it but I may have a new job on the horizon. But I just need to have it in black and white first before I confirm everything and quit. The offer actually came just a few days after the appraisal, which was a godsend. But yes, that’s not even the end of the drama - I’ve got another post coming up soon about another huge headache I’ve had to deal with the past two weeks. So, it’s unfortunate but this job has just drained my soul and what I love about writing and I know it’s reflected here on Tumblr. Man, it feels good to let it all out. This is why updates come out so slowly now and why sometimes I go MIA. I just couldn’t take it anymore and had to write it all down here. Thank you to all of you who have waited so patiently for all my updates. Seriously, you have no idea how grateful and thankful I am for all of you keeping whatever small embers of my love for writing still burning ♥️

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vinylackles · 6 years ago

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remembrance

word count: 3.5k (this got out of hand lmao)

summary: I just rewatched 12.02 (mamma mia) and it made me wanna cry, so here is some angsty sam smut, but like... sad angsty. it includes comfort as well, never fear, and a happy ending!

warnings: mentions of ptsd symptoms, mentions of sam’s torture with toni/being taken advantage of sexually by her, smut

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You were surprised there was anywhere cool left in the bed, but when you rolled off of Sam, the sheets were cold against your flushed skin. You’d sworn you must have covered the whole bed during that last round, between switching positions and rolling around. You curled back up against Sam and all his warmth (the man really was like a space heater), coming down from your high.

“That was... intense,” you chuckled, trying to catch your breath.

“Too much? Did I hurt you?” Sam’s voice was suddenly anxious, and he ran a hand over your bare hip, soothing the places where he had held onto you. They would probably be a bit sore tomorrow, maybe a few bruises from his fingertips.

“Of course not.” You brought a hand up to guide his face to yours. He kissed you softly, slow and languid, his fingers moving to your hand and toying with the engagement ring he’d put there almost a year ago now.

“I have an idea,” you smiled against his lips.

He moved back a fraction so he could look at you. “Round two already? I might need a few more minutes.” You could tell he was still soft underneath the sheets and you offered him a reassuring kiss.

“Not yet. Wait here. And recover I guess,” you teased him, pecking his lips one more time. He kept his hand on your skin, moving with you until you stepped just out of reach of his fingertips. You slid your panties back on, grabbing Sam’s discarded flannel off the floor and buttoning it just enough to cover anything that Dean would never let you live down. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet - he was out taking Jack to a movie - but you weren’t about to take the chance.

Your bare feet were almost silent on the bunker’s floor as you moved through the halls, ducking into the old storage room that was stacked full of archives. You moved to the far corner, moving to the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet marked “ancient vampire blood tests revisited in 1890 to look for chromosomal changes” in Sam’s scrawl. You smiled at the memory of you and Sam sitting on the floor, trying to come up with something that was so boring that Dean wouldn’t dare go near it. The drawer slid open with a creak, revealing your stash of wine.

Dean always called it ‘kids juice’, but you knew he’d steal it if he had the chance, so you and Sam kept it hidden away from the rest of the drinks. You tried to get some from many different places you went on hunts, so you didn’t love the idea of the older Winchester knocking out a bottle just for a buzz. You picked out a sweet marcello you’d gotten from an orchard out in Kentucky, and you swung by the kitchen to get the glasses and corkscrew.

Your legs felt a bit like jello as you walked. You wiggled a bit, trying to get them to return to normal. Secretly, you quite enjoyed the feeling. Sex with Sam was rough sex. It hadn’t always been that way, but for the past few months it was like he was chasing his orgasm and yours as fast as he could. You weren’t complaining. It was glorious, there was no denying that, but you sometimes missed the sweeter times, where he’d hold you against him and press kisses to your lips. Murmured “I love you”s and “you’re my everything”s. You hoped that maybe your plan would bring some of that back tonight as you poured two hefty glasses of wine.

You made your way slowly to the room you and Sam shared, nudging it open with your hip and stepping inside. He was relaxed and stretched out over the bed, his tanned torso long and lean. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. But when he saw you, he jumped a bit, like a reflex.

“You okay?” You asked with a grin. “Didn’t mean to spook you, just thought this might keep the energy going.”

“Yeah. Yeah, good idea.” He put on a smile, but it didn’t quite make it to his eyes. You’d seen that face before. It meant he wasn’t really okay. You didn’t push it, but you didn’t dive right back in either. You kept the flannel on, passing him his glass. He took a small sip, but he didn’t seem to enjoy it. Something was off - you’d known him long enough to be able to see it, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Hey. We don’t have to go again. I’m fine if you are,” you said, your arousal fading quickly. You reached out to move some of his hair out of his face and there was a tiny bit of a flinch when you made contact.

“Yeah, I just don’t know if I have it in me tonight. I’m sorry baby, I love you.” He put on a better show that time, and it put you mostly at ease. He sold it by leaning forward and kissing you sweetly.

“I love you too. Don’t be sorry love,” you reassured him, giving him another kiss and putting your wine down on the nightstand. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up, I’ll be right back.”

Sam nodded, watching you head to the bathroom to get yourself sorted out. It only took a few moments, but when you came back, you felt your heart tighten in your chest.

Sam was on the bed where you’d left him, but he’d put his boxers back on and pulled his knees up to his chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut and she could just barely hear him murmuring “you’re fine sam, you’re fine” to himself over the sound of the oxygen in the vents.

“Baby?” You said softly, moving to the bed. You knew he didn’t like to be touched unless he asked, so you sat down next to him, careful to give him space while still letting him know that you were there.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry,” he groaned, and you could hear the tears in his throat. To your relief, he reached a hand out for you. You took it immediately, squeezing it tight and trying to center him. He pulled at you, encouraging you to move forward. You obliged, taking him in your arms and holding him tightly, trying to protect him from whatever was bothering him. His arms wove around your torso, holding you to him.

“Shhh, shhh shh shh you’re safe Sam, I’m right here. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, pressing kisses to his hair that seemed to settle him as he clung to you. It was a few moments before he composed himself enough to pull back and control his breathing.

“Talk to me baby, what’s wrong?” You cooed, running a hand through his hair. He just shook his head, some of the strands shaking loose and back down to cover his eyes.

“I can’t,” he whispered, ashamed.

“Whatever it is, I’m not gonna love you any less,” you tried one last encouragement, deciding that after that you would stop pushing. To your relief, he looked down at your hands, toying with your ring as he began to speak.

“Do you remember when Toni, from the British Men of Letters... when she captured me?”

“Of course. She tortured you.” You tried to keep your voice light. If Ketch hadn’t already killed her, you would have.

“Yeah. She cut me up, burned my foot and all that. But she also did... other things. Other things I didn’t tell you, or anybody about.”

“The mind stuff?” You were getting a bit nervous now. He spun your ring around on your finger a few times, watching the diamond catch the little bit of light from the lamp.

“Yeah. She wanted me to answer questions about the hunters. She used me. Um... sexually, to get what she wanted. She took advantage of me, I guess is the term.”

The rage that filled you was immeasurable. You wanted her alive, so that you could give her the most painful and slow death imaginable.

“Sam,” you murmured, putting a hand to his cheek, trying to find the right words. You weren’t sure they existed.

“And there’s certain times when were together like that, where it kind of reminds me of her. If I close my eyes, it’s like I’m back there. It was slow, and drawn out. And I’m scared to try that again, because I don’t want to relive it anymore than I already do.” His cheek was hot under your hand, and you knew he was full of unnecessary shame.

“I love you Sam, no matter what, okay? You just tell me what you need, and we’ll figure it out together okay?”

He looked up then, finally meeting your eyes.

“You aren’t mad?” It broke your heart that that was what he expected. It’s what had happened to him his whole life when he showed weakness, so you weren’t surprised.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because you’re my fiancé, and I just told you that I struggle through sex with you because I’m thinking about another women.” He looked up at you incredulously.

“Baby, it’s not like you’re fantasizing about another woman. You were tortured and taken advantage of, and there are repercussions from that. Of course I’m not mad, and I’m sorry if I made it worse without realizing.”

He pulled you to him again, burying his face in your neck.

“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered against your skin. He’d said it before, and even though you disagreed you knew there was nothing you could say to change his mind. So you held him instead, hoping that somehow the pressure of you against him would settle his mind.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, please tell me. I wanna help you if I can.”

“I just don’t want her to take that away from me, from us. I should be able to have sex with you, normal, slow sex without any problems. It isn’t fair to either of us,” he said, his breath warm against your skin as he hid in your hair. An idea popped through your head. It would be worth a shot.

“I have an idea, if you’re up for it. But you have to promise me that if it’s too much that you’ll tell me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he nodded, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before he rose back up where you could see him.

“Drink your wine, it’ll help,” you whispered, kissing his forehead as you stood up and began to rummage through his drawers. He listened, downing his glass quickly, trying not to think about the wine he’d shared with Toni. It wasn’t real, he knew that, but god it felt real, even now.

He was so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed Y/N getting undressed, and redressed in front of him.

“What’re you doing?” He asked quietly when he finally came to.

You spun around dramatically, putting your outfit on display. It was an old ragged long sleeve Stanford sweatshirt that was practically a dress on you. It had a few holes in it, the sleeves coming down to cover your hands. It was the least sexy thing you probably could have found, but you knew it would do the trick.

“Do you remember this shirt?” You asked, crawling up the bed. Sam moved to meet you, centering himself in the bed. You climbed onto his lap, letting all of your weight sit on him, to anchor him down. He looked down at you with a smile.

“Of course I do. First shirt of mine you ever wore.” He’d never forget the way you looked in it, he was sure. You brought your hands up, letting the too-big sleeves slide back to reveal them.

“And why did I need it?” You said, tracing your hands over his shoulders, down his arms to his biceps, kneading at the muscles.

“Because you got locked out of your room. It was the first night you stayed with me instead of sleeping on your own.”

“And we paid for empty rooms for a month so Dean wouldn’t find out,” you grinned at the memories of sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, and Sam carrying your half-asleep form back out in the morning into your own room down the hall just so he didn’t have to tell his brother about the two of you.

“Can I tell you a secret? Something I’ve never told you?” You whispered, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He waited expectantly, eyes bright as he watched you. There wasn’t a trace of fear in them at the moment, and it made you smile.

“I had my key the whole time. I just wanted an excuse to get in your bed, and your pants. I’m not the best at making moves.”

“Are you serious? 7 years together and you never told me?” He was bewildered, his mouth hanging open just a bit in the cutest way.

“Yes indeed. But hey, that sex was so worth lying to you,” you grinned. It was quite sudden when his hands came to cup your face. They were so large and held it so easily, cradled it so gently as he pressed his lips to yours. He knew his was around by now, and you could anticipate almost every move. It was as fluid as water, even while you smiled and giggled in between.

Ever so subtly you began to rock your hips, grinding down against him gently as you tried to get him worked up again. One hand dropped from your face to your hip, squeezing there. You paused for a moment, breaking the kiss but staying right there.

“You okay?” You asked. He nodded, his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Yeah baby, keep goin’.” He urged you on, occasionally putting a bit of pressure on your hip to hold you down harder against him. You took it as a good sign, especially as you felt the familiarity of him hardening beneath you. You kissed him again before pulling back, giving him a look you know he’d recognize.

“You don’t have to,” he said breathlessly, but you knew he wouldn’t mind.

“I want to. Can I?” You asked again, waiting.

“As if I could ever tell you no,” he smiled, taking your hand in his and squeezing it as you got off his lap, moving yourself down the bed. You ran a hand down his abs, feeling him shudder underneath your touch as you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. He was half hard, heavy against his tummy as you took him in your hand, stroking a few times.

You worked him up a bit more, happy to see him getting back into the mood.

“You remember the first time we did this?” You looked up at him through your lashes, offering a grin and you hovered over him, giving his dick a few kitten licks for good measure.

“‘Course I do, how could I forget?” He brought a hand down, tracing his fingers over your shoulder and arm where he could reach.

“Tell me,” you said, taking him in your mouth.

“It was in the impala. Dean hadn’t slept well in - oh god - in a few nights and we were getting - jesus - frustrated. He was doing r-r-research in the library and you said - oh shit baby right there - I had to stay in the car with you.” He struggled through it as you took more and more of him in your mouth, working him over like only you could. You knew all his spots, everything that made his hips buck underneath you.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, making your whole mouth vibrate. He threw his head to the side, gasping at the sensation.

“Jesus, Y/N. I swear, you were just as good back then too. C’mere.” The beckoning was half hearted, but you knew that’s all he could muster since he was already so hard.

Climbing on his lap was a bit harder now, but you settled with his dick in between the two of you, standing at attention. His eyes were a bit hazy from everything you’d done so far, and you grinned. He was taking a few deep breaths, the ones that he used to compose himself, and you knew the next part was going to be the hardest for him.

“You’re doing so good baby. I’m proud of you,” you whispered in his ear, pulling him close to you. It was almost against your will when you started grinding again, your own heat looking for any friction it could find.

“Look how far we’ve come Sam. From sneaking around motel rooms and backseats, all the way to this bunker. You and me, husband and wife. You’re gonna be my husband,” you grinned at the word, kissing him hard. “Nothing can take that away. Nobody. Nobody.”

He nodded, reaching down between the two of you. His fingers found your folds and you jerked a bit, but he was only gathering a bit of wetness to put on himself. He brought his hands back up, hooking them under your arms and lifting you slightly with ease, positioning you just right.

The stretch was sweet this time as you slid down onto him. You’d already gone one round tonight, and round two was always your favorite because you were already ready for him. As you began to rock back and forth he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. He wasn’t touching you anymore - his hands were behind himself, holding him up.

“Sam. Baby look at me. Open your eyes,” you cooed, swiveling your hips a bit and trying not to lose your balance. When he opened them, you swore you could have swam in the pools of hazel as they watched you. It seemed to settle him.

“It’s just me baby. It’s always gonna be me. You’re safe.”

He nodded at your words, leaning up to kiss you. His hands still hovered over your skin, as if he was scared to lay them on you.

“You know my body better than anyone’s. It’s okay. It’s yours. It’s all yours. It’s me, not her,” you said, slowing your work to an agonizing pace.

When he touched you it was like electricity. He paused as he traced you from head to toe - down your arms, off your fingertips onto your hips, under the hoodie to go back up over your ribs, down to your knees, squeezing your thighs on the way. You didn’t know it, but he was finding every part of you that made you you. The soft flesh of the scar on your knee that you got biking as a kid. The stretch marks on your hips, the way one boob was just barely heavier than the other. The way your ring felt on your finger, nestled just right on your left hand.

It seemed almost silly now that he’d been scared to do this for so long. You were so far above Toni that there was really no comparison at all.

“Always gonna be you,” he whispered, so low that even you didn’t hear it. And in one swift movement you were on your back and he was hovering over you, picking up the work right where you’d left off. He worked you over, leaving kisses and marks along your neck and collarbone where the hoodie left exposed, his thrusts slow and aimed to hit you right where you wanted him to every damn time.

“I love you. I love you I love you I love you,” he said over and over, pulling you up into his arms right before you came.

He held you tight as you released, supporting you as your muscles went slack. He wasn’t far behind you, his grunts muffled by skin and fabric as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came.

He held you there for a while, only moving to lift you up and off of him gently, returning you into the circle of his arms seamlessly.

You heard him take a breath in, and you stopped him before he could speak.

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job. You did so good,” you praised him again, leaning back so you could see him.

“I love you. Can’t wait for you to be my wife.” His words melted your heart and you grinned, kissing him again.

“Let’s just elope. Let’s go get married tomorrow. Lebanon’s city hall is nice enough, this hoodie is basically a dress. We’re all set.”

He laughed at that, brushing your hair back from your face.

“We’re gonna have a perfect wedding baby girl, it’s only a few more months. Only a little longer until I add another ring to this pretty little finger. You and me, forever.”

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Emaziska Naruto AU Chapter 9

I laid her down on her bed. Well, I guess that's it. I think. Should I stay? Why should I stay? She just needs to sleep it off. She'll be fine in the morning. I started walking toward the door. Maybe I should keep an eye on her though. I started walking back. No, that's not necessary. Nothing's going to happen. I made my way back to the door. But what if something does happen? I shook my head. No! Nothing is going to happen. She'll be fine. She just needs to rest. I walked out of her room and to the front door. I stopped with my hand gripping the doorknob. What's stopping me? Why do I care so much? I barely know her. I can't even remember her name. She means nothing to me. So why the hell do I care? I groaned and walked away from the door. I took off my jacket and set it on the couch. I walked back into her room. She was still sleeping soundly on the bed. I noticed the blood from the shuriken on her shirt. I should bandage that. I wandered her house looking for bandages. Most people would keep them in the bathroom or something. Her's was in the kitchen...next to an empty box of cereal. I'm not going to question that. I went back to her bedroom to clean and bandage the wound. She really was exhausted. She didn't even stir as I dressed the wound. Well, all there is to do now is wait until the morning. Hopefully she doesn't mind me sleeping on her couch.

I was half asleep when I heard a panicked tell come from her room. I jumped to my feet and rushed to her room. “You okay?” I asked. She was surprised to see me. “What're you doing in my house?”. That doesn't answer my question. “You passed out at the training grounds. I brought you home,” I said. She seemed to remember what had happened and frowned. Getting out of her bed, she heading toward the door. “You should keep resting,” I said. “I'm gotta get a glass of water”. I nodded. She walked out and I followed. After she got some water, she sat on the couch. She looked at me, confused. “You just gonna stand there? You can sit,” she said. I sat next to her. “I'm… sorry,” she said. “It's fine, Skye girl. No harm, no foul”. “It's Ema. Get it memorized so you can quit calling me that,” she said. Ema. Alright, I'll make sure I remember that. Ema. Ema. Ema. I nodded. “So, how come you stayed here?” Ema asked. I rubbed my neck nervously. “Um. Well… it didn't feel right to just leave you here alone. Just in case something happened,” I said. She let out a “hmph”. Don't say something snarky. “So, you've actually got a heart in that chest of yours? I'm shocked”. I rolled my eyes. Sitting back, I looked off to the side. Neither one of us said anything for a while. “What… what's going to happen to me?” She asked. I looked back at her. Ema was staring at her hands. She looked… scared. What do I tell her? I have no clue what will happen. Should I tell her what she wants to hear or do I give her the honest truth? I stayed silent. I had no idea what to say or do. I'm pretty sure anything I'd do wouldn't help. She let out a sigh. “You look tired,” Ema said. I bet I did. I was in and out of sleep. And when I was asleep, it wasn't a deep sleep. I could feel the heaviness of my eyelids. I was ready to knock out any second. “I'm fine”. She didn't look convinced but didn't bother arguing. “So, what's going on?” I asked. “What do you mean?”. I mean you almost killed me. What the hell was up with that? “That last leg of the fight. Something in you snapped”. She frowned and looked away from me. “I don't know. It must've been the mark,” Ema said. I knew she was giving me a bullshit answer but I decided not to push it. “You should go back to sleep,” I said. She nodded slowly. “Can you uh… stay with me?” She asked. “Excuse me?”. Is she serious? “I've been having nightmares lately. I would just feel better with someone else in the room”. I think I saw an armchair that could be comfortable enough to sleep in. It's one night. “Alright”.

I woke up multiple times throughout the night. Sometimes Franziska was also awake, others she was sound asleep. I felt bad that she couldn't get any sleep. I still perceived her to be annoying and insufferable but she's gone through as much shit as I have. Probably more. I could've killed her last night. When I saw her eyes, it set me off. Seeing them made me think back to that day. All the emotions came back. That along with the mark, put me in state of rage. I saw red. I just wanted to kill. That's not like me. I don't let myself get like that. I don't act on negative emotions. But ever since the mark and these nightmares, everything's been off. Now I've got all this shit on my mind. I got out of bed and headed toward the door. I noticed Franziska was still out like a light. Maybe she can finally get a good rest. I carefully picked her up and carried her to the bed. She's was lighter than I thought she would be. I laid her down and put the blanket over her.

My stomach started to rumble as I made my way to the kitchen. Maybe I'll finish that cereal in cupboard. I got a bowl and grabbed the box. I tilted it down but nothing came out. I shook it and still nothing. Peeking inside and I found it was completely empty. Ugh. You kiddin’ me? I didn't have much of anything else. Maybe I should take a quick trip to the store. What a pain. It'll be quick. In and out. I checked on Franziska. She was still sound asleep. Hopefully, I'll get back before she leaves.

I started making my way over to store. It seemed like just another regular day in Konoha. Clear, blue skies, nice breeze. The streets filled with people doing the daily routine. I passed by the academy. A lot of good memories there. I had some of my best naps in those classrooms. Good times, good times. “Thinking back to the good ol’ days?” someone behind me said. I turned to Mia, Maya's older sister. “Yeah. Thinking about how life was so much simpler then,” I said. She chuckled. “No doubt about it. You doing alright?”. I was puzzled at first but then realized what she was talking about. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright”. “Lana, was really worried. She barely left your side at the hospital,” Mia said. Lana's always been like that. There were times where I felt she didn't want me to become a ninja. She wanted to avoid anymore loss as much as possible. I think she felt afraid of being the only one left. Can't say I blame her. “You know how she is. I guess she still is since she had Franziska watch me,” I said. She looked surprised. “Manfred's daughter?”. I nodded. “I'm surprised she asked her and not Maya,” she added. “So am I. Wouldn't it be better to ask someone closer to me?”. She nodded in agreement. Mia began to think about something. “Hm… well, Lana's always been the kind of person who thinks people should take responsibility. I'm pretty sure she's put the blame on Franziska. That's probably why she had her watch over you,” Mia explained. Oh God, she's right. Jeez Lana, sometimes you gotta settle down. I sighed. “The last thing I wanted her to do was blame someone else for my actions,” I said. Mia put her hand on my shoulder and looked at me with a soft expression. “You're not to blame either, Ema. Manfred's the one at fault here,” she said. Her tone and expression changed. It was obvious she held major distaste for him. I don't know why. I mean, I know why. The guy's an asshole but I'm sure her reasons are deeper than that. Mia sighed and brightened her mood. “When Lana gets back, I'll talk to her,” she said. I nodded. “Well, I've got to get going. Grossberg wants me to show the kids a couple earth style techniques”. “Alright. Good luck with those academy kids,” I said. “As long as they're not sleeping they shouldn't be a problem,” she said, poking fun at my then habit to sleep during class. I chuckled and waved goodbye.

I walked out of the store. I bought a carton of eggs, Coco puffs, and some meat to cook for dinner. “Hey, Ema!”. Maya ran over to me. “Hey, Maya. What's up?”. “Nothin’. You doing okay? You had me worried yesterday!” she said. “You didn't seem very worried when you had me pay for that burger”. She crossed her arms and pouted at me. “Neither of those have anything to do with each other!”. I shrugged. “Don't matter. You still owe me,” I said. She let out a huff of air. “Well, then I'll carry your groceries for you,” Maya said. Eh, I guess that's good enough. I handed her the bag and we started walking to my place. “I really am worried about you, Ema,” Maya said. I frowned. All these people keep worrying about me. I feel a little guilty. “I'll be fine, Maya. I promise,” I said, trying to put her at ease. She nodded, though she seemed unconvinced. “You know me, Maya. I can handle anything that's thrown at me”. She cheered up a little. I guess she believed that.

We were getting close to my place. “Hey, can I use your bathroom when we get to your house?” Maya asked. “Yeah, sure”. “Is that Kurama girl still following you around?” she asked. “So far, not today”. Only because she's sleeping in my bed. “She's kinda hot,” Maya said. I didn't say anything. Didn't have much to say on that anyway. “What do you think?”. “I think she's a pain in my ass,” I replied, my cheeks feeling a bit hot. Maya chuckled. “What's so funny?” I asked. “Oh, nothing”. We arrived at my place and I opened the door. Maya placed the groceries on the table and headed to the bathroom. I sat at the table with a bowl of Coco Puffs and enjoyed my breakfast. Maya cane back with a mischievous look on her face. “What?” I asked. She chuckled deviously. “What?” I asked again. This time with a bit more annoyance in my tone. “You sure that Kurama girl is a pain in the ass? I've got a feeling you might think she's quite the opposite,” Maya said. What is she-- oh FUCK. I could feel my face turning red. “No. It's not what it looks like!”. “Are you sure about that?” Maya said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Yes. We were training last night-”, Maya cut me off. “Oh, I'm sure you two were,” she said. Oh my God, nooooooo. “Listen to me. We were training and things got ugly. I passed out and she brought me here. She kept watch on me IN THE CHAIR IN MY ROOM. She barely got any sleep so when I woke up I put her in my bed,” I explained. Maya's face turned from mischevious to worried. “You told me your were okay. What happened?”. Shit, no way out of this one. I sighed. “The mark took over and it was too much for me to handle”. Maya frowned. “Why didn't you tell me?” she asked. “I didn't want you to worry”. “Well, I'm worried now”. I frowned. My intentions were good but I only hurt her in the end. Way to go, Ema. “I'm sorry, Maya. Would you forgive me if I bought burgers later?” I said. Maybe that would ease things up. “Okay!” Maya chirped. You serious? That's all it took. She changed mood in the split second. “I regret saying that”. Maya smiled wide. “Too late! No take backs!” she said. I sighed. I guess so. “So, she carried you all the way from the training grounds?”. I nodded. “Aw, that's cute”. I groaned. “Stop. Don't make this out to be more than it actually is,” I said. “Um, excuse me! She's sleeping in YOUR bed”. “I already explained that,” I shot back. Maya raised her brow at me. “You carried her… to your bed. You, a person who I've know to find literally everything a pain in the ass, woke up this morning and picked up a grown ass woman and place her in your bed. Yeah, okay. And you say I'm making this out to be more than it actually is,” Maya said. I groaned. “Why are you like this?”. “Hey, you're In here to call you out on your bullshit. Don't forget about the burgers later,” she said, heading toward the door. I sighed and finished my breakfast.

After breakfast, I got dressed for the day and decided to pass the time by watching the clouds from my roof. I hopped onto my roof and laid down. Nothing better than watching the clouds go by on a beautiful day. This is what I've been longing for the past week. Time to relax, to clear my head. Nothing to worry about. Not missions, not the mark. Nada. “Oi”. And there it goes. I groaned and sat up. Franziska was looking up at me from the ground. “What do you want?” I asked. “Just letting you know I'm going home,” she replied. “Did you eat the breakfast I made for you?”. She raised a brow at me. I guess she didn't see it. “Hold on,” I said. “Don't worry about it”. “Hell no. I went out of my way to make it,” I said. I went inside and packed the breakfast I made into a bento for her to take on the go. I brought it out and gave it to her. “T-thank you,” she said, looking a but flustered. “Figured it would only be appropriate since you were kind enough to bring me home last night,” I said. She nodded. She was strange. Almost all the time she had a stone cold expression and barely talked. It makes me wonder how Manfred raised her in order for her to be this way. Franziska turned and walked away. I stood there, feeling a bit dumbfounded. Uh, bye, I guess.

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