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xxavengingangelxx · 1 year ago

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Long Way From Home 4/?

Notes: I have finished writing this. Kinda. So it's going to be a series most likely. I need to see MW3 in November to make it as correct and canon as possible. So it's kind of a cliffhanger but it should continue once I play MW3. Time runs a little slower in this universe but should still be relatively canon. I still don't know how many parts are left but I have 50 pages of this. Expect more parts until I post all 50 pages :)

Also, if you wanna cry, go listen to Paralyzed by NF. :'( It helped me write the end(?) of the first part of these series.

Also, this quote applies to OC/Val/Reader and will be THE quote to summarize this fic: "There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to be. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix."-Hanny Quinn

Ya'll know the drill. I assume this isn't ya'll's first rodeo when it comes to reading this but alas, because it's a dark fic, I will post triggers again. MDNI, 18+ TRIGGERS: Implied/attempted suicide, self-harm, torture, brainwashing, physical abuse, mind fuckery, Stockholm syndrome-related mental gymnastics, trauma bonding, mentions of foster care, threatened/implied/referenced rape, EXTREMELY dubious consent. If I miss, any let me know, please! DARK FIC

“I need you to do something for me,” Graves had you sitting in a large conference room. You wringed your hands in your lap nervously. The room was cold and so sterile. It was just you and Graves and you felt so small.

You’d thrown on a hooded sweatshirt because it seemed like you were always cold here. You’d apparently slept for 14 hours straight but you still felt tired. Considering they’d kept you awake for days on end at times, that wasn’t surprising.

“What’s that say?” he slid a manila folder your way.

You hesitated in opening it because what if it was code from 141? You couldn’t betray them. But at the same time you felt abandoned, forgotten. Whatever happened to never leaving a soldier behind?

But open it you did. They were newspaper clippings. All about El Sin Nombre. And about the gunshots that had been heard the night you were taken. And about Hassan. They were in Spanish.

“The newspapers?”

Graves nodded.

“Do you have something I can write with and on?”

You spent hours translating all the clippings into English, writing them into a small notebook. Hours turned into days and you translated newspapers, articles, military documents. They let you sleep at regular intervals. You had water, you had food. Hell you’d fallen asleep with you head on that cold conference table a few times now and they hadn’t bothered you.

Graves would come in periodically to get what was already translated and take it somewhere, you had no idea where.

One time he came in and sat right beside you. You instantly got nervous…and scared. You glanced up at him, dark gaze meeting his electric blue one.

“What?” you whispered.

“It’s not so bad, is it?”

You shook your head, not understanding what he was getting at.

“What do…what do you mean?” your voice trembled and you hated it.

“Workin’ for me,” he stated simply.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Can’t promise I’ll answer but shoot,”

“Did I break?” you asked, wanting to know if you’d given in amongst all that pain and torture and given him something useful.

“I can’t answer that,”

What you guessed were your days were spent translating. Your nights were spent on your knees, on your back, or with Graves’s face in between your legs, his stubble rubbing roughly amongst the inside of your thighs, drawing out unholy noises from you all while holding your hips down so you couldn’t escape him.

You push the thought that he’s borderline raping you away from your mind because your mind and your sanity just can’t fucking handle that. Yes you’d admitted to yourself that this wasn’t entirely consensual. He was your captor and you were his hostage for fuck’s sake. You had no idea what would happen if you refused him but you were scared to. Still, you convinced yourself this wasn’t rape. Your mind would finish breaking down if you did. You’d been through enough.

One day he randomly told you that you didn’t remember certain things because they’d been drugging you. But he assured you they weren’t doing that anymore, now that you were just so cooperative. Your homing beacon had been left behind in Las Almas. 141 had probably come across it and only that when they thought your homing beacon would lead to you. They’d probably found your radio ripped to pieces somewhere, too.

Graves assured you there was no way 141 was going to find you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. You’d been feeling abandoned. You’d been wondering why they hadn’t come for you. Surely 141 would have found you if they tried hard enough, right?

At the same time Graves told you that you probably didn’t want them to find you. “You’ve been working with me for almost a week now. They don’t want you back.”

You told yourself he was playing mind games, that he was slowly peeling away your identity so he could rebuild a new one. 141 would understand, right? They’d understand when you came back to them with broken ribs in several stages of healing, bruises that were blue and purple and yellow, a nose that had been broken multiple times, and possibly a hairline skull fracture all inflicted over you captivity. Right? They’d understand that you only did what you had to when they saw the numerous scars all over your body, right? One of them from a suicide attempt.

“You would’ve died on the streets of Las Almas without us,” Graves mentioned one night. “No telling what would’ve happened to you,” he continued. “I know how you grew up.” Those cold blue eyes focused on you in the low lighting of his bedroom. “Foster care. In and out of homes, being bounced around.”

You didn’t know you were crying until you felt tears falling down your sweaty face.

“You don’t have to keep that shit up anymore,” he said, brushing the tears from your face. “They’re not gonna take you back. They see you as a traitor. Stay here. We’ll take care of you.” He paused before adding, “We’d tear the world up lookin’ for ya if you went missing. Can’t same the same for 141.”

So you stayed. And not once did you think about leaving. Besides, even you attempted escape, Graves would find you and rip you apart all over again. It wasn’t worth it.

141 didn’t want you back, right? Your worst fear was being bounced around, being homeless, not wanted.

You got a watch one random day. A Samsung. Of course the location features had been disabled. But you knew the date.

Shadow Company had been protecting you for one month now.

You were learning the black site, at least the layout. There were still areas you weren’t allowed to go. You tensed when you passed a Shadow. They looked at you different now, though.

You heard Graves’s voice coming from a conference room.

“She’s ours now. So you protect her and you look out for her. Think of her as your little sister.”

You woke up to Graves shaking you.

“Get dressed. We gotta move.”

“What’s going on?” you asked sleepily.

“We’re under attack,”

You were in oversized fatigues, rolling up the sleeves and pant legs at least half a dozen times over so they would somewhat fit you. You felt like you were overheating as Graves tightened a thin Kevlar vest under your black uniform shirt before strapping it on. Tight. He pulled the zipper up on the shirt and then placed something at your feet. It was a heavier vest, similar to the one you’d had with 141.

But it was a Shadow Company vest. Your mind tried to reason that they weren’t giving back your old vest because it associated you with 141. They wanted to erase that identity and build a new one, remember? All the vests you’d seen on the other men as well as Graves had the Shadow Company emblem. The name tag?

P-80. It stood for Phantom-80. The name looked new and an increasingly fading part of your mind whispered that they’d given you the name Phantom because it mocked 141’s Ghost. You ignored it. What were the chances of that?

“Why do I need two?” you asked as Graves fastened the Velcro on the larger vest.

“Trust me,” was all he said.

He gave you a sidearm.

Shadows were engaged in gunfire. It was night. It was cold. Wasn’t it autumn? You’d forgotten how loud gunfire was. You were used to only hearing your own screams and other sounds that weren’t gunfire.

You had gotten so used to being indoors, to being in relative silence for the last month and a half now. So the gunfire was deafening, disorienting. Graves demanded you stay low and stay close to the Shadow he paired you with. Graves then disappeared.

Time seemed to drag on. You stayed low while you were both fired at and the Shadow returned fire.

Then the world went black for a few second and you found yourself in dirt. The breath had been knocked out of you and you felt a familiar sensation…you been shot but your vests had stopped it. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You gasped for breath.

The Shadow with you dragged you somewhere by grabbing your vest. He pulled you out of harm’s way. Then more bangs, closer this time, and you were dropped to the dirt. The Shadow dragging you to safety had been shot. You crawled over to him, the momentary stop in the gunfire allowing you to do so. The bullet had slipped in just under the rim of his helmet and entered his brain on the left side of his face, just above his left eyebrow.

“Oh, my God!” you shrieked. You shook him but he just stared at the sky with lifeless grey eyes. “Hey—” you shook him but it was no use. He was dead, and he probably never even knew what killed him. So you slipped his rifle off of him and ran for cover.

You found yourself in another dilapidated building as you tried to catch your breath. You began hearing familiar voices. 141?

No, no, no, no, no…you’d been separated from them for so long that you would honestly feel like an enemy combatant in their hands. So you hid. You ran to the second floor of the building, stepping over gaps in the floor. You curled into a corner, rifle pointed at the doorway. You then cursed yourself because fuck going up to the second floor effectively trapped you. But maybe the soldiers below were too engaged in killing each other to even bother going up to a second floor if no one was firing from it.

You covered your ears when the gunfire got louder. It was getting closer and you had no fucking idea who was shooting. You really were a broken soul because you never used to cover your ears at the sound of gunfire. Things then became eerily quiet. Gun smoke hung heavily in the air, almost blocking out the thunderstorm clouds gathering.

You jumped when you heard thunder and you had to convince yourself if was thunder and not gunfire.

You stayed there for minutes, hours, who knows how long as sporadic gunfire filled your ears. You jumped with each shot, covering your ears. You were a shell of your former self. That much you knew.

Now that you were still your ribs ached. At least the vests had stopped the bullet.

Rain started and while you normally loved stormy nights, you cursed it now because it made it hard for you to see your environment and hear what was going on around you. Staying on alert so long without anyone to help you keep watch was exhausting.

You heard a creak. You opened your eyes, instantly awake. The gunfire had stopped. Where the hell were you and where was Shadow Company? Was Graves okay?

Downstairs you heard two gunshots and what sounded like a heavy body hitting the floor.

You raised the rifle, almost certain you were hearing footsteps. Someone was coming up those stairs. And whoever it was sounded large and heavy.

“Graves?” you called out.

No answer.

“Graves please tell me that’s you,” you added.

Whoever was there was now on the second floor. You were sure if you heard more footsteps coming up those stairs as you were focused on trying to pinpoint how close whoever was on the second floor was in reference to you.

You were sure that the person on the second floor would be at your doorway soon. You held your breath.

The footsteps stopped but no one appeared in the doorway.

You wondered if you were losing it. What if you were half asleep and dreaming?

“Graves, c’mon, man,” you whispered.

One more soft noise and the doorway was almost entirely blocked by a dark, tall figure.

Not Graves.

Not a Shadow.

König.

You didn’t know what to think. But you didn’t lower the rifle either. What was he doing here? Was 141 here?

“Don’t come any closer,” you warned.

“Val,” König’s voice seemed confused. “It’s me. It’s us.”

You kept the rifle raised but fuck because you couldn’t shoot.

“Please don’t come closer,” you begged.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, ja?”

So you faked it. You pulled the rifle’s strap over your head and set it down next to you.

“Okay,” König replied calmly. He got closer. He had long since dropped his rifle, leaving it to hang off his shoulder.

As soon as he got within arm’s length you ran past him. He definitely wasn’t expecting it but he still tried to grab you. You being small, you found it easy to escape his grasp, especially because he had not been expecting you to run. You knelt below his reach and ran.

You sprinted down the stairs, praying to God you’d run into Graves.

You were halfway down the stairs when you ran into Soap. König must have said something over the radio because Soap was ready for you.

Soap grabbed you, led you down the remaining stairs and easily put you on the ground on the first floor face down. Soap then got on top of you, straddling you from behind in an attempt to gain control and calm you.

You heard him say something but it didn’t register.

Mindlessly, you reached for your sidearm, getting desperate. Graves had told you they’d kill you if they found you and while you weren’t willing or able to shoot before now the idea was starting to look like it might be your only option to save your life.

“No, Val,” Soap said calmly. He pried the gun from your hand effortlessly and tossed it aside.

You reached for a knife on your vest.

And the same thing happened. He disarmed you without really putting any effort into it.

Boots stepped into your line of vision and you looked up. Ghost. He handed Soap something.

“Don’t kill me,” you begged.

“Never,” Soap replied. “But you’re unpredictable right now, lass, okay?” Zipties enclosed your wrists and pulled tight.

You snapped back to reality, gasping awake. You were on a bed. You’d fallen asleep apparently. So you had been dreaming.

“What’d you dream about?”

You recognized that voice. Graves.

“That they took me,” you replied. You sat up. You were at another black site. “How did we get out?”

Graves moved to sit next to you. He still had that battlefield smell of gunpowder and sweat. “You don’t remember getting out?”

You shook your head. You were sure you were losing your mind.

“Bad dream, then?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “A nightmare. I was scared they’d kill me.”

“They will if they catch you,”

You ran your hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. Your bangs still fell over your eyes and forehead.

“141 shot you,” Graves added.

“Were they aiming at me?”

“Who’s to say they weren’t?”

“Where am I?” you asked. Graves was sitting next to you, still geared up.

Graves scoffed. “Safe.”

“You okay?” You ask him. “I was scared you’d get hurt.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” Graves then added, “It pissed me off they hurt you.”

“What’s next?” you asked.

“Staying in the shadows,” he responded simply.

You didn’t know why that made you tear up but it did. You sniffled. Wait…did it mean you were going to spend the rest of your life running with Shadows and looking over your shoulder?

“C’mere,” he muttered.

So you sat up and he pulled you into his arms. And you let him. He pulled the Velcro off your heavier vest and lowered to the floor and off the bed where you both sat. While you could barely hear his heartbeat through that big vest of his, you heard enough. His scent, his heartbeat, his body heat lulled you into a dozing state. You felt him place a hand on the back of our neck, brushing your hair softly. He placed his chin on top of your head.

And that was one of the first times that his presence settled you and calmed you.

You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep but you were scared of having another bad dream. You needed to feel sure this was your reality, that you were really there.

So you shook off Graves’s hands and grasped his vest. You crawled into his lap, straddling him before kissing him.

By kissing him you could almost feel the tension he was under. It was almost like you were starting to be able to read him just by looking at him. He needed stress relief and you needed to feel him to remind yourself that you were still there. With Graves. You had no idea what 141 would do to you if they caught you but you didn’t want to find out. You felt him moan underneath you when you ground yourself against him.

Apparently that was all the invitation he needed. He easily picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. He climbed over you and straddled you, his gloved hands pulling down the zipper on your oversized shirt before tossing it aside.

The sound of Velcro ripping only made you hotter. What was it about vest Velcro ripping that turned you on? He easily pulled the lighter vest off of you and placed it next to the bed. Your shirt underneath the vest was pulled from you followed by your bra.

“I’m busy, darlin’,” you heard Graves growl. He leaned down to kiss you before then unbuckling your belt. So you kicked off your boots, hearing them fall to the floor heavily. You heard your uniform pants hit the floor, the sidearm attached to them causing a metallic clank.

“I don’t care,” you whined.

You were completely naked beneath him yet he was still fully geared. You found that hot.

He flipped you around, roughly putting you on your chest and stomach. You heard him unbuckling his belt and you pushed back against him. “So needy,” he gasped.

“Show me who I belong to,” the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. Who the fuck were you turning into?

Graves then placed a rough, gloved hand at the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress and used the other to wrap a hand around your waist, pulling you into an arched position. It was like he could read you as well. You wanted it rough and he knew.

“Don’t move,” he demanded.

So you didn’t. Your breath came out in short huffs, blowing your hair from your face before having it fall across your eyes again.

Graves placed two bruising hands on either side of your hips.

He didn’t go slow, didn’t give you time to adjust to him like he had all the previous times before. He pushed inside of you so roughly that he bottomed out inside of you and hit your cervix.

A scream was ripped from your lips. It was pain and pleasure and pressure and just feeling owned, feeling wanted. It reminded you that you hadn’t been taken away from him, that you were still there, with Graves.

“Quiet,” he snapped.

Graves grasped your hair, pushing you further into the bed in an attempt to muffle your sounds.

A ragged moan left your mouth when you felt him move inside you.

“Fuuuuck, Graves,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Slut, you’re getting off on this,” he stated between gasps.

You wanted to snap back, “So are you,” and you started but his relentless thrusts cut you off. He’d never been this rough with you ever but fuck you liked it.

You were cockdrunk and lost in the pain and pleasure.

Graves removed one of his hands from your hips and reached between your legs, roughly rubbing your clit all while carrying out deep, penetrating thrusts and hitting that spot deep inside you. The combination of the sensations, of feeling a slight hint of his nails between your legs finally pushed you over the edge. You surrendered yourself, your soul, your body, to him just as you’d done every time before. You screamed his name, although not audibly, more into the covers of the bed.

Graves followed shortly after, his thrusts faltering almost and becoming sloppy as he gave into his feral, untamed, animalistic desires.

He pulled out of you and let go of you. So you collapsed onto the bed, gasping as you tried to catch your breath. You heard him rebuckle his pants and he placed a shaky hand on your back, steadying himself before he moved and sat next to you on the bed.

You curled up next to him, feeling your combined fluids start to spill onto your inner thighs. “Where’d that come from?”

“It’s been a long time comin’, sweetheart,” he used his hand to brush hair from your sweaty face. “Hey,” he caught your attention before saying, “I need your dog tags.”

You frowned. But you didn’t care. You’d been conditioned to do what he said without questioning it. “Have ‘em,” you handed them over.

He took them and pocketed them. You were curious but knew better than to question him.

“I’m tired but I’m scared to sleep,” you admitted.

“Go to sleep,” he said. You felt him lie down next to you. With all that gear it couldn’t be comfortable. He wrapped an arm around you.

“Hey, what’s up with Phantom-80?” you mumbled.

“Your callsign,” Graves responded. “You’re ours now. You’re mine now.”

And weirdly enough that was all it took to lull you into sleep.

That night you had your worst dream yet.

141 had found you. But they were…different. They wanted to know where Graves was. You knew but you weren’t willing to give them that information.

But even when they were making you scream from the pain they were inflicting on you, something deep down was telling you this wasn’t them. But then again what if this was how they were going to treat you from now on?

Notes: Feel free to let me know what you thought ;) You'll keep falling down the rabbit hole of Stockholm Syndrome with each post.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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tagged by @postwarlevi!!! i wanted to reblog but it got long so i'm making a new thread 😅

this is so cute 🥺🥺 any chance to talk about katvi i'll take it (✿◡‿◡)

1. who is the better cook?

him for sure, although neither of us are too big of a fan of cooking. i think he just tolerates it more than i do, although i do think there are some recipes he legitimately enjoys

2. who takes longer showers?

me. idk if its the adhd but i tend to forget how much time i spend in there and before i know it, he has to poke his head into the bathroom as a passive aggressive way of telling me that i stole all the hot water 😭

3. who is more organized?

him for sure. a point of contention with us is that i'm way too messy and it drives him through the roof. some boundaries had to be established and while it still makes him grumpy sometimes, he respects my space

4. who generally spends more money?

neither? technically me because if i get fixated on something, i'll tend to impulse shop but usually limit it to small-ish things or wait until they're on sale! he likes buying specialty teas and coffees and sometimes those can get kinda pricey, so i think we roughly break even

5. who likes sleeping in more?

hmm. i think this is difficult to answer because we both suffer from pretty bad insomnia. i think if it's who ends up sleeping in for longer, it's me. i'm the type that'll take like 4-5 hours to fall asleep but i can stay asleep once the sun rises (which is incredibly annoying) his insomnia is the type where he can get shut-eye for like 20 minutes at a time, which usually translates to him getting out of bed as soon as the sun starts to rise regardless of if he slept or not

6. who is the better driver?

im a passenger princess (✿◡‿◡) but also because driving gives me anxiety because i've gotten into accidents before, so he just does it for me, so it's levi for sure

7. who is the most stubborn?

hard to say. i think me. he usually gives in first because he gets way too irritated and is just like "whatever".

8. who is the most romantic?

neither 👁️👄👁️ at least not in the traditional sense. maybe me because i'm a sucker for romantic sunset walks (✿◡‿◡) but also him because sometimes he'll leave cute little notes around the house for me and it makes me melt (i have a little collection of them :3)

9. who is more laid back?

me. i think he's overall more extra or particular than i am. and this isn't in regards to him needing clean spaces. that's fine. i'm talking about the extra amount of work he constantly puts into every little thing, especially when it comes to house projects or even picking out toys for the cats. whereas i'm just kinda like...as long as it's not doing harm, convenience is king

10. who is more likely to ask for directions?

me. and it's a silly reason. like yes, i'm directionally confused a lot but i think levi would want to just. wander around and hope we get unlost and i'm not interested in doing that.

11. who is the blanket hog?

also me 😅 i get very fitful when my insomnia acts up, which usually translates into me wanting to hug something (why, you ask? no idea), whether it's him, a pillow, my plushie, or (in most cases), the blanket.

12. who is more likely to lose their phone?

him. he's technologically confused, which translates him to just not really using his phone unless he has to. it also means he's shit at answering texts on time >:(

13. who initiated the first kiss?

him because i was too shy 😅 i still thought it was some kind of joke as to why he was even interested in me, so i never really made a move.

14. who fell in love first?

hard to say. probably me since i was crushing on him forever, but he was the one that reached out and started stuff soooooo who knows

15. who planned the honeymoon?

him, mostly? he decided what we wanted to do. he was very extra about it, wanting to make it worth our money and get like the maximum amount of r&r with the least amount of stress, which i lowkey appreciated sm 😭 i was the one that did all the booking and reservations tho lol

#: @romantichomicide95 @luvjiro @leviismybby @jayteacups @lucysarah-c @whoami-72 @sixpennydame @wyvernslovecake @stygianoir @einnyl @nube55 @svftackerman @roseofdarknessblog @bita-bita @averysmolbear @youre-ackermine @thevelria @crazychaoticizzy @littlerequiem @notgoodforlife @bloompompom @ackermendick @sad-darksoul + anyone who wants to join! if you don't partake in self-shipping, then please ignore! ＜（＾－＾）＞

#tag games #selfship #katvi

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lookbotsfollowmeyay · 6 months ago

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Making a fucking master sword out of paper for a school project

Woke up at 7:30 on a Sunday to do game nerd bullshit. Started at 8, still haven't had breakfast yet by 8:50.

You'll need:

A pencil

A ruler

A long tape ruler

A pair of scissors

A scapel/box cutter

A fuck ton of paper

Glue

Too much time on your hands

Dedication

(Update from when I just cut the handguard out: you need a fuck ton in the power of a shit ton of dedication. If I paid myself minimum wage for this, I'd be able to afford a custom forged master sword.)

Step 1: measure shit badly

With the power of a free sketch book app, a ruler downloaded from the internet and two reference images (BotW Link with the sword on his back and TP concept art), I set off on my quest to make a sword.

Here are the measurements if anybody ever wants them.

Provided with a 160cm tall Linky:

140cm long in total

105cm blade (everything after the gold gem thingy)

88cm from triforce to tip

9cm wide

1cm tapered side each side

6cm thinner part of the blade behind triforce

3cm golden gem (corner pointing to end of blade) to end of pommel

3cm tall golden gem

3cm weird flared bit above gem

24cm handle+pommel

17cm handle only

7cm pommel only

7cm triforce logo

4cm triforce tall (no lil bits outside)

5cm triforce wide

31cm across the "M"

9cm triforce to M

If you want to give up here, I 100% support that.

Step 2: try figure how to put everything together with tiny prototypes

It's 10:15.

I'm going to try make an A4 length one, roughly to scale but that's not a priority right now. The point of that is to try find out what I need with small scale fuck arounds.

I SPENT HALF AN HOUR MAKING A SKETCH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT THIS IS GOING TO TAKE SO FUCKING LONG!

And we have logistical issues! Whoop.

I'm going to put long rods of rolled up paper inside the sword to give it some structural integrity. The blade is going to be a couple pieces, but will be put together and treated as one. The part with the triforce bit to the M is going to be a piece in itself. And now we have the hardest part: the handle and shit.

I'm going to put the pieces of the M together seperately (once I figure out how to pull that off, I think that would require a bit of origami.) The handle is just a lot of rolling, might look for something to form a core.

(fig.1 what parts I'm going to build this in)

....it's been 45 minutes and 11:00, bloody fucking hell.

Okay. So if I cut these triangular things on the side, I can achieve the squish I need to put the longer bits of the M on to the shorter bits. It's already 14:00 oh my god.

I then spent half an hour trying to improve it, but I forgot what was wrong with the OG one.

Step 3: surrender all planning and wing it.

I gave up on "the process". What a surpise.

So I printed an image of the MS, cut the template out and glued it to cardboard to cut out. I might have to do this twice, I don't know!

We do this not because it is easy, but because we thought it would be easy

-Moon Tzu

Yes. I do have to do this twice. God fucking damnit, my hands hurt a bit. But as the old wisdom of my people said:

Fuck it, we ball.

We masking tape it down, trace one more

Then we cut that bitch out again.

.... fuck it, we ball.

You may think my hard work looks like a pile of scrap, that's because it is a pile of scrap before I figure out a way to put it together.

I am considering a sandwich of paper/card/paper/card/paper to somehow keep this in one piece. I know I'm failing and desperately grasping, shut the fuck up.

I'm running out of curse words. Godforsaken cunty bloody twat of a project.

Good lord my right index finger. Cut it playing with knives and now it's exhausted because of another knife.

Step 4: how to make my art teacher faint

I've slept on it (procrastinated) and asked Chat GPT for a bit of help and it says I should make the blade and the handle slot together. Good idea. So I have to cut 4 more pieces of cardboard.

Everything's a mess and unplanned, my art teacher that spent 2/3 of our project planning shit and not leaving enough time to do the actual project will faint from the sight of all the abandoned parts because I had a better way to hake it lol

Anyways, I've printed out a sword on paper so I can identify problems before I get to it and realise I fucked up.

Look. It's another picture that testifies I don't think shit through (and decided to put the blade together before I worked out how).

Eh. All I'll need to do is tear out the supports and reuse them. Printer paper that's been processed such a small amount is no loss compared to the cardboard fuck ups.

The triforce on the sword is not equilateral yare yare fucking daze.

Step 5: How to not want to see a scapel ever again for the rest of your life

Here's all the shit I cut out. Subject to change.

I had to use tumblr web on my phone to put this here. One more reason to thank me for my contributions to humanity. Maybe it's from the cutting things in surgical white light or maybe it's because I forgot the eat and drink water, but I kind of feel like throwing up. This is how the sharp end is supposed to be cut.

Then just crease the blade bits along the lines, tape it together with clear tape to form a very long blade. Glue the parts together. If you got this far, I won't bother to explain (definetly not because I forgot to photograph any and can't properly explain shit.) Make a handle with rolled paper (2 sheets, roll, then tape), for strength, cut A4 in half (halve 30cm side) roll those bitches up, glue them into the interior of the big roll, only one circle around then stuff it with tightly crumpled paper. Masking tape that bitch onto the guard that sandwiches the blade at the end. Just make sure it's flat enough to glue the seperate parts of the guard on. I actually had to dispose of some parts to make it work. It's also weak at the point between the blade and guard. What genius idea did I have late at night with this thing due tomorrow? Wrap 2 USB sticks onto both sides with masking tape. I recommend using empty Pilot V5 cartridges or like, hard enough pens instead of USB STICKS TAPED RIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE. Anyways, it's done. The pommel's origami (not on photo).

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frank-satomi · 7 months ago

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"Today, I woke up...."

(A blog of daily life and realizations)

Saturday: 04/13/24

I woke up at 6:30 to get prepared to meet up with my friends to jog around outlook and gibraltar. We met up and found out just how much jogging hurts not only for the legs, but for your breathing too. I distinctly remember having a sharp pain in my throat, as if I had swallowed knives down my throat. Our jogging slowly turned into a slow pace walk where we circled around the entirety of Gibraltar before taking a pit stop on Mansion to get some water, and to do some rounds of sprints. From that point I felt humbled by how much my body lacked endurance and exercise. Around 9:40 we dropped by the burger place right across our school, we bought one burger and divided it into 3. I was enlightened that you were allowed to add condiments to the plain burger. My whole life up to that point was full of naivety and missed opportunities. This day was also my first time getting a hit of the Cobra energy drink. The taste was distinct, sharp at first but then its sweetness traveled down your throat like a ferryman treading down a waterfall. After all of this, we all went our ways and traveled back to the comfort of our home. At home, panic arises as I was suddenly tasked with solving the Chi-square test in our research manuscript. The solution was anticlimactic, but the following tabulation rocked my world like no other. The night finally comes by and by some grace of God, me and my partner decided to sleep early, at the earliest we’ve slept (on purpose) being “10:40” in the evening. We both agreed to turn our phones upside down just to make sure that we wouldn’t tamper with it any further. This day humbled me, but reminded me that my shortcomings do not define me.

Sunday: 04/14/24

I woke up and my body was heavy. I think I'm gonna sit this day out for a bit. I decided to spend it working on school projects and some Commissions. I was there prepared to spend the day as a lazy couch potato. Finally by some miracle, I found the energy to finally face the commission I was tasked to, and got pretty far with the sketch, I let my client check it before proceeding any further. On this day, I got around to drawing another bunch of random things. I followed a tutorial I stumbled upon on facebook, and the results of the tutorial should be the second image on this post. I’m particularly proud that even on a quiet day, I got to accomplish something.

Monday. 04/15/24

I woke up at least 3 times this morning, and on the third time I woke up. The first two times were strange, waking up at my sleep, roughly around 2:25 am in the morning, the second time at 3:33 am (ohnoes spooky cursed hour). The day went by and as I write this in school, I use it to take note of pending deadlines. I have an artwork to finish by tomorrow, this blog to submit by Wednesday, and a business plan to accomplish along with my groupmates. I arrived home this afternoon with one thought in mind, “draw” and I simply couldn’t wait to finish the drawing I was working on for one of my subjects. Lo' and behold, using the wrong marker color pigment, and the sketch was completely ruined. I sucked up my tears and made something close to it. It should be one of the images attached on this blog. To be an artist, is to have to bear the failures made up from the intense passion and sheer excitement that spurs from the moment, we must keep moving that brush until we’ve made up for it. In life, we'll go through many hiccups, but we can't stop all of it from happening, so we might as well keep moving on.

#the wholesome side #life is too short #letsenjoyeverylittlethingaboutit

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thechasefiles · 2 years ago

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A consultant physician at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital (QEH) says the practice of junior doctors working shifts in excess of 30 hours is “dangerous” and needs to stop in the interest of patient and public safety. “It’s not acceptable,” Dr Kenneth Connell acknowledged in an interview with Barbados TODAY, a day after Government Senator Dr Crystal Haynes called for an end to 30-hour work days for these professionals. He disclosed that an internal study done in the department of medicine showed that “11 out of 14 junior staff members felt significantly burnt out”. Although he did not indicate when this study was done, Dr Connell said the findings were “significant”. “These are doctors in internal medicine who have been working long shifts, so 32 hours at least. Internal medicine admits roughly about 70 per cent of the admission burden to the hospital… but yet these doctors are working at their limits, having not slept,” the doctor said. The Deputy Dean of the Faculty of Medical Sciences at the University of West Indies Cave Hill Campus suggested that just as there are limits on the number of hours pilots are allowed in the air, having caps on the length of doctors’ shifts would be in the best interest of the public. “Is it possible for pilots to be flying a plane for 30 hours without rest, or working 30 hours? I have been in airports where flights have been [delayed or] cancelled because, during the upcoming flight, the pilot would have crossed his number of hours without sleep. “But yet, we have people making critical decisions, life or death situations, that have possibly not slept or we cannot guarantee that they were sleeping for ‘x’ period of hours. To me, in 2023, that is unacceptable,” he said. During the debate on the Appropriation Bill, 2023 in the Upper House on Tuesday, Senator Haynes said the problem of doctors working extremely long shifts needed to be addressed urgently to safeguard the safety of both patients and healthcare providers. Read the rest below 👇🏾 https://www.instagram.com/p/CqIVge3ge_K9S8RaFEMKWuV1hq2HXwSaLfFX4k0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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dreams-of-valeria · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER EIGHT

The next few days, mercifully, weren't as awkward at family dinners. Troy was a world apart of course, but even that diminished when he and Atticus went to fetch groceries, and returned with their arms around each other. Atticus brought my mom flowers to thank her, and me a solitary sunflower.

“Took forever to find one,” he said as he gave it to me, with a forehead kiss. I doodled sunflowers all the time. He remembered.

Some, but not all of this domestic bliss carried back with us to LA, and despite him being busy with end of quarter stuff, I rarely felt his absence because he spent almost every free moment with me. I felt guilty somedays of gripping so much of his attention when he’d rather be with friends. I brought it up only once with him, because of the way he reacted. His face turned grave and he said quite roughly, “I do hang out with other people, I just prefer you. I know what I want.” I managed to pacify him with a sustained apology and a kiss.

We went clubbing some nights, and while it was a nice change from the routine, we soon discovered it wasn’t for us, and instead stuck to observatories and commented on all the phalluses at art galleries as we sipped terrible wine. Most days, I read to him and fewer still, he did. His voice was calming and just pristine. I told him he should be a voice actor, and he said Mario was the farthest stretch he could get to vis a vis his theatrical talent. He did a great Mario.

I got him monogrammed cufflinks that Christmas and baked his favourite cheesecake, and he bought me a collector’s edition of The Divine Comedy. I couldn’t tell who was happier. I had him exclusively to myself that week, fighting the urge to ask about his family. I didn’t want him sour, especially after how foreign he appeared while decorating the tree. I got the inkling that it wasn’t a big part of his childhood, and often caught him gazing off into the distance. I didn’t pry. Not yet.

So I became extra compassionate with him, on all counts. I gave him unrequested foot massages and head rubs. He fell asleep on my chest on the couch more often, and faced me as we slept, at times holding my hand. He took up baking to my delight, and wasn’t half bad. It was a treat to watch him cook, because it was a rare opportunity for me to observe him as he worked, usually with music.

We had an endless streak of almost romantic bliss, until of course, the pregnancy scare.

It hadn’t occurred to me that I was late by almost a week until my phone reminded me. The notification beeped at 14:10 on a random Tuesday, and by 14:20, I was in the thick of it. My mind raced at 100 miles per hour down so many avenues that my body could barely keep up. I was nauseous, which of course only made my fears worse.

It occurred to me very late to just call Atticus first. I was terrified of taking a test, so it was the natural next option. I just needed to hear his voice.

I’d never called him at work before. The call went straight to voicemail twice. On the third try, a woman picked up.

“Mr. Harrington’s office,” she chimed.

“H-Hi, uh…. Is he there?”

“Mr. Harrington is in a meeting, ma’am. May I know who’s calling?”

“It’s his uh . . .” Potential mother of his child. That hypothetical was apparently enough to send me reeling. I had to sit down, and the woman called out for me twice before I could reply. Endless possibilities flew by in my head, and I couldn’t settle on one long enough to get used to it. What if I was carrying a child? I wasn’t ready for this. And his child? He wasn’t ready for it either. He’d want it gone, and I could see the logic of it but it was different when it was you. This would be a huge mark on our relationship either way. It could just lead to the end.

“Could you just tell him it’s a uh . . . family emergency? And that he should call me back as soon as he can? It’s very important.”

“Of course, ma’am,” she said after a moment’s hesitation and hung up. And then came the agony. The waiting.

I was sweating, pacing the apartment. Half of me wanted to just rip off the bandaid and do the test. The nearest store was 2 minutes away by walk. I could make it. Just a little courage and I would know. I needed to know, right? The other half however, wanted him to know first. I didn’t want to do this alone. My hands trembled, and I worked some dry toast down with a lot of difficulty. I was going through the motions, from being mad at myself for letting him inside me on more than one occasion but never to completion, to blaming him alone for being so fertile. What if? What if? My mind was flurried with possibilities, and had me paralysed with choices.

I answered my phone before the first ring could sound. It was his assistant.

“Mr. Harrington would like you to come down at the earliest, ma’am.”

“I just need to speak to him.”

“He would prefer if you met, ma’am.”

Did he know already? Why did he want to meet? But the more I thought about it, the more I realised it was better to do this in person. I hung up and showered and changed into a black dress unconsciously, the significance going over my head. I followed Apple maps till his building downtown, and it wasn’t the skyscraper monstrosity I was expecting. It was a modest commercial space fitting to a startup, from what I could tell. The insides however, were swanky, but I only noticed it all with my peripherals. Something else entirely had centre stage.

The receptionist buzzed me up after a call, and I took the elevator straight to the top, my stomach feeling more and more queasy as I ascended. I vaguely wondered what my mother would say. She would be happy, I thought. But what about him?

I sauntered down to the desk by the door that said his name and title. The woman recognised my voice from the phone, gave me a once over and called Atticus. I assumed he was just beyond the wooden door. I was told to wait a couple of minutes on the couch, and no I wouldn’t like some coffee. I’d take a trash can if she had it.

The minimalist furnishings were stressing me out. It was just squiggly lines tangled. How was that art? I regretted not testing beforehand. What was I going to tell him? He’d make me test anyway, it was the next natural step so why was I delaying it? Was it because I knew he’d be angry? Or worse, disappointed? Why did he ask me to come down in the first place? My foot tapped against the floor in rapid successions, and the woman glanced at it twice, hoping I’d ease up, but I needed the stress to be expressed in some way, because I was five minutes away from screaming bloody murder. The phrase made me think of miscarriages and abortions, and I didn’t want my body to go through that, I didn’t want us to go through that. I was nauseous again.

“He’s ready for you,” she chimed again, and smiled when my foot finally stopped. I dragged my wobbly legs to his door and knocked. Atticus voiced his affirmation and I went inside.

I was surprised to see two other suited men seated already, and the room felt tense. Atticus, however, was both.

“Cleo?” he couldn’t believe his eyes, but I didn’t pay too much attention to that.

“Hey,” I cleared my throat and my eyes flashed to the men, who seemed surprised by my presence too. Was I not supposed to go in yet? “Can we talk in private?”

“Sure, just give me a minute,” he turned back to the men, and some wordless communication passed between them. I thought I saw him shrug, and they got up and left, the older of the two men patting him on the back and closing the door behind him. I understood nothing.

“Hey,” he was grinning now, and pulled me close by my waist. I looked up at his face, his eyes, as mine got blurry. I was feeling faint. He noticed.

“Cleo, are you ok? Is something wrong?”

Tears brimmed in my eyes, but when I opened my mouth, I just squawked.

“Cleo?”

The door opened behind us, and Atticus let me go instantly. I heard his assistant say something about the CEO having only a minute.

“Thank you, Heather.”

Atticus looked at me. “I just have to do this one thing, and I’m here, ok?” He sat me down on his couch and kissed my head. “One minute.”

And then he was gone, just like the tears that threatened to fall. I knew it wasn’t something to weep over, but seeing his face just sent me. I wiped the sweat off my neck with the back of my hand, but more came almost instantly. It was December.

Heather pointed me to the bathrooms at the end of the hall, and I couldn’t find him on my way. I focussed on getting clean, or at least dry first. Washing my face helped me feel a little less grimy, but I felt damp all over. And I still felt nauseous. And I had to pee. Is this what it was going to be like?

As it turned out, it wouldn’t.

I’d never been happier to stain my underwear with blood before.

I clutched my chest in relief at the sink, watching my reflection laugh through tears. What a stark contrast it had been, when I had first walked inside to right now. I finally felt like I could breathe. More and more things came into focus and I was conscious enough to tend to my appearance. I washed my face with the soap from the dispenser and laughed again. We were fine.

“Cleo?” Atticus walked gingerly inside, probably still terrified. But my smile reassured him. I stepped up and hugged him tight.

“You ok?”

“Perfect,” I kissed him. He held me at arm’s length and regarded me. “Are you sure? Because when you came in, you seemed . . .”

“I’m okay now. I’ll tell you when we get home.”

He didn’t seem fully convinced but smiled nonetheless, leading me outside when a woman had walked in.

I didn’t know if it was because I walked with him now, but I felt a lot of eyes on us. Curious, surprised, prying, blatant, it was a fire sale. Only one of them walked up to us though, and caught us before we retreated to his office.

“Hey, Caleb,” Atticus said, stepping in front of me. Almost like he wanted to hide me. Caleb’s eyes would flash to me but never linger for longer than a second.

“Here’s that press statement you wanted,” he said, handing him a sheet of paper.

“Thank you,” he sighed and began reading it right away. Caleb decided to hover.

“Anything else?”

He hemmed and hawed. “Is this the new hire? Because Heather said you were bringing someone in from the agency.”

“No, no. Sandra will be here Monday.” He continued to read.

“Sandra, cool. I’m Caleb, by the way–” he brought his hand up to shake mine.

“No, she’s mine.” Atticus didn’t even look up as he said it, and my belly rumbled. I just stared at him.

“Actually, you know what?” he looked up, and I awaited his words. He moved to the centre of the room and called for everyone’s attention. That as it turned out, would be redundant because I had more eyes on me than at the gas station at the turnpike. Did he forget to mention that the last girl he brought here ended up dead in the woods? Why was everyone looking at me?

“Let’s not mention anything about the data leak just yet to any sources, direct the narrative more towards the new update’s security patch, we wanna push words like security–”

He counted fingers as he spoke and for some reason that turned me on. Now that the whole gut wrenching fear was gone, I was more responsive to my body’s needs. What was it about seeing a man you’d slept with at a new place? Was it the thrill of silently letting the people he worked with or knew that you’d been intimate with each other? Was it just our id laying claim to our mate? Did everyone feel this way?

“--I don’t wanna see a repeat of patch 3.1 again, ok? Or so help me God, I will bring Joyce from HR in for privacy training again.”

The room erupted in groans and several ghastly No!’s.

“That’s right,” he nodded, hands on his hips. I could hear the laughter in his voice. Where has this man been?

“But seriously guys, keep up the good work and we’ll get through this scott free and on a personal note, thanks to Caleb for so subtly enticing this, I would like everyone to meet Cleo,”

I dragged my eyes up from his butt, which suddenly seemed so attractive, and up to him, beckoning me close by his arm and a smile. I went instantly and glanced at the room.

“ . . . my girlfriend,” he squeezed my waist gently, and quite possibly, the breath out of me. I looked at him, mouth agape as hoots and whistles sounded all around us.

“Alright, alright, settle down,” Atticus chuckled and led me to his office. Was he . . . blushing? “Remember, I want the servers up by tonight.”

“Get some, Ace!” was the last thing we heard before he closed the door.

Atticus chuckled with a palm to his forehead. “Sorry about that, they’re pretty rowdy and it’s my own fault for enabling them.”

I shrugged like it was nothing and went to his desk.

“And I’m pretty sure they think we’re boning right now,” he smirked and sat at the chair, dragging it close to the desk and by extension, me. I crossed my legs and leaned against it.

“Shouldn’t we keep the door open then?”

“No, what if we do end up boning?” he said flatly and moved the mouse to make his desktop light up. He smiled when I chuckled. He looked gorgeous.

“But enough about me and my unmet kink of bending you over my desk,” he rolled closer to me and took both my hands. “What’s up with you? Tell me what happened.”

Where should I start?

“I . . . was upset about something but I’m not anymore now,” I shrugged, twirling his hair past his ears. I don’t think he got a haircut once since we started to see each other.

“Are you sure? You sorta scared me when you walked in.”

“I’m sure,” I smiled, and he kissed my palm that sat on his cheek. “Why did you ask me to come down, though?”

“I didn’t know it was you! All Heather said was something about a family emergency and that you wouldn’t give her a name and just kept saying it was urgent.” he frowned as it dawned on him. I beat him to it.

“So you didn’t have a name of the person but as soon as you heard of a family emergency, you asked them to come down to meet you?”

“Yeah, why did you come down? What was the urgent family emergency, baby?” I nearly snorted. Oh, if only he knew.

“Do you just wanna unpack all this after we get home?”

“Seconded,” he nodded and kissed my hands.

“So I heard a rumour you were running around telling everyone I was your girlfriend,” I raised my eyebrows at him. He seemed so amused. The word was still so foreign. I’d never been a girlfriend before.

“Well you know what they say about rumours,” he said, rolling closer to me. The desk was at the perfect height to be eaten out. “Most of them are true.”

And this was what I’d been looking for. This was what was missing. And now, I have it.

“Really? Because I heard another one that said I wasn’t wearing any underwear.”

The surprise was clear on his face. I didn’t usually partake in dirty talk. But after today, oof. I was going to stick to the simple stuff. If I wanted to have ice cream in December, I would. And if I wanted to take him, my boyfriend in my mouth under his desk, I would.

“Yeah?” His voice dropped to the pitch of no return, one I’ve heard so many times before. He was in the zone. Atticus pushed a button on the intercom and told Heather not to distract him for the next 30 minutes.

He then stood up and took the space between my open, waiting legs, trailing the tips of his fingers along my bare thighs. New hair was just coming in, and my skin was more sensitive to his touch than usual.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to check,” he whispered, bringing his lips down to mine. He was slow as usual, following the pattern he’d set for himself over the past month, but I needed more.

I kissed him back with more force than he was prepared for, and had to break away. But I kept going, hands roaming until I touched him over his slacks.

“No, no, no, I can’t risk walking out of here with a boner, they’d never let me forget it,”

“Then, let me take care of it,” I whispered back and sat him down in his chair, and kneeled in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Atticus asked, breathless, licking his lips. Oh, the innocent eagerness on his face. If it was ever the right time to serenade him, it was right then.

“Remember how quiet you had to be when we fucked in my old bedroom?” I asked, unbuckling his belt.

“Yeah? But Cleo, you realise we can’t actually do that here, it would make too much noise–”

“Can you be that quiet for me, or do I have to hush you with my hand again?” I asked, tying my hair back. He was sweating now. He simply nodded.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I took him all in one large morsel.

His hips buckled and a small moan slipped past his lips. He then shook his head to get it together, eyeing the door several times.

“I locked it,” I assured him, kissing his crown as he watched in awe, mouth agape.

He gripped the armrests tight and settled in.

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survey--s · 2 years ago

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389.

What colour is the photo frame closest to you? It’s pale brown wood.

Are your pets asleep right now, if you have any? I think they’re all asleep actually lol. Layla is snoring next to me, Toby is curled up by my feet, Purrlock is on the floor near the window and I’m pretty sure Archie is asleep in bed upstairs.

Would you have any idea what your parents are doing right now? My mum is home - I assume she’s watching TV or maybe baking as she tends to do that on rainy days. My dad has been running (he posted photos on Facebook) so he’s probably either eating, showering or taking a nap.

How many windows (roughly) does your house have? Seven.

Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? It’s not that we have a bad relationship, more that it’s non-existent as we barely know each other.

What was the last kids movie you saw? Does Pirates of the Caribbean count as a kids movie? If so, that. If not, I think it was Alice in Wonderland or Winnie the Pooh.

Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? Yeah, my family are from the Seychelles.

Have you ever been to an internet cafe? Oh, those were the days, haha. Yeah, I used to use them a lot on holiday as a teenager in the days before hotels had normal internet access.

Are there any upcoming events for you to look forward to? Having the next two weekends off work, my riding lesson on Tuesday, the Christmas break, my birthday and my beach ride in December.

Has the year gone quickly for you so far? INSANELY FAST. I can’t believe it’ll be November in three days. Crazy.

How many siblings does your significant other have? He has one brother and three sisters - all quite a bit older than him.

Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? I can, but I don’t really enjoy it straight. It’s nicer flavoured and in cocktails or mixers.

Have you ever done three or more shots in a row? Yeah, as a teenager/student.

Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? Probably. Catherine is a pretty common middle name.

What was the last movie you saw in theatres? Cats. I haven’t been to the cinema since before COVID hit.

Are you interested in international politics? I am to an extent, but I don’t read about it too much these days as I just find it all too depressing really, ha.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? Probably about 10-15 pairs but I haven’t worn jeans in ages. I live in leggings nowadays as they’re much more practical for my lifestyle nowadays.

When was the last time you showered? This morning - about four hours ago once I’d done the housework.

Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? Nope.

What was the first cellphone you had and how old were you? It was a Sagem something or other and I was about 14 or so.

Do you use public transport in your town or city? No, because it’s practically non-existent. I drive everywhere.

Have your parents ever worked in a factory? I have a feeling my dad might have done as a student.

Do you have several best friends? No.

How many lights are in the room you’re in? I just have my fairy lights on. I never really use the main lights unless it’s before work in winter and it’s too dark otherwise.

Is there a Hard Rock Cafe in your town or city? No, I think the nearest one is Manchester which is about a 2.5 hour drive.

Do you eat fast food more than once a week? Nope, maybe once a month.

What flavour is your toothpaste? Just regular mint flavour.

Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? Yeah.

When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Uhh, after my beach ride in August I think. My legs were killing me as I’d done two hours of riding plus my first gallops. I don’t tend to have baths otherwise.

Are you sleepy right now? Nope. I slept late this morning plus I had most of yesterday off so it’s been a really chilled out couple of days.

How big is your backyard? Surprisingly big considering the size of our house.

Do you know anyone with Tourette’s Syndrome? Nope.

What time does your alarm wake you up in the morning? On work days, normally 7.30am.

What was the last zoo you visited? Uhh. Our local one which is currently all over the news for animal neglect -_- it was about three years ago though.

Do you like crime films and tv shows? I like those reality show that follow police forces around, and shows like NCIS. I also quite like documentaries about crime too.

When you shop, do you take a basket or a cart (trolley)? A cart. Baskets hurt my shoulders and hands after a while.

Have you ever tasted milk straight from the cow? Yeah. My mum’s friend owns a farm in South Australia and she had cows and stuff that she milked. It was amazing but I wouldn’t do it often lol.

What’s your favourite sleeping position? On my right side, curled up in a ball.

What colour is the bra you’re wearing? Black.

Have you ever seen A Clockwork Orange? No. I have the book somewhere but I don’t think I’ve ever read it.

Are you bitter about anything? No.

Do you like to make games out of chores to make them more enjoyable? No, but if I have a big task to tackle I’ll put music on and have a sing along.

How many letters are in your best friend’s surname? Six, the same as mine.

Is there anything in your possession that probably shouldn’t be? Yeah, Tracey’s key that I keep forgetting to return to her lol.

What is your favourite flavour of yoghurt? Apricot or raspberry.

What was the first online account you remember having? Supanet. And according to Google they still exist, ha. I went on their website and it’s like it’s still 1999, hahah.

Do you listen to music to fall asleep? No, I like silence to sleep.

Where did you go last time you left your town or city? To a local stables.

Do you use emojis? Yeah, but not on here.

Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer? Yeah, as a kid.

What percentage of battery does your phone currently have? 51%.

What was the last type of soda you drank? Pepsi Max.

How far away from your house is your favourite place to shop for clothes? About 2.5 hours.

Do you have supplies handy right now to draw something if I told you to? Yeah, we have loads of colouring pens/pencils plus paper.

Have you ever been married? I am married.

What does your deodorant smell like? It’s got a fresh cotton/clean smell.

Is your bedroom more messy or clean at the moment? My side is clean, Mike’s side is like a pigsty lol.

Do you use Twitter? No, it’s like cesspit these days.

Are you any good at baking cakes and cookies from scratch? Nah, I have no real patience when it comes to cooking and baking.

Is there a floor lamp in your bedroom? Nope.

What does most of your weekly or fortnightly income go towards? Bills, food, horse riding, savings.

Have you ever been to another continent? Yeah, plenty of times.

Do you have any hidden piercings? (this includes bellybuttons) I have my bellybutton pierced but I don’t wear jewellery in it anymore.

What month is your birthday? December.

What can you hear right now? The Hobbit, my own typing.

#survey #surveys

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overly-b · 4 years ago

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Dreams and Bandanas - JJ Maybank

-Request: Hi! I’m not sure if you write smut but if you do can I request * JJ has a sex dream about the reader while they’re laying together and she hears him murmuring about her in his sleep.

-Request: pleaseeee write 14!!

-Request: Hey! I saw that ur thinking to write something off of my prompt list, I’d looove for someone to do 3 & 14 if you want requests - @maybankstho

I got these requests separately however I’m combining them and making them into one big imagine, I hope that is okay!

Prompt requests came from this list by @maybanktho

3- JJ has a sex dream about the reader while they’re laying together and she hears him murmuring about her in his sleep. Get creative with it, do what you will.

14- We love Dom JJ but what if for one night, you take that bandana and use it on him ? Is that controversial?

Warnings:smut smut smutty smut smut, swearing

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: yall let me tell you that this was something else to write. also i wrote half of this on my new macbook and I’m still getting used to the key board so please don’t mind all of the errors that I know are in there lmao. Sexual content under the cut!

It was a night like any other. JJ had fallen asleep before you, tired from the long day he had. You were still up, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. He was cuddled into your side as you sat slightly upright in bed, his arm around you tightly. He had been asleep soundly for about an hour when he started twitching slightly. JJ was dreaming.

It started as small movements, then quiet mumbles that you couldn’t quite make out. At first you panicked, thinking that he was having a nightmare as he sometimes did, however it became clear that it was a good dream.

However it wasn’t until he moaned that you knew that it was a different type of good dream. Your eyes widened as a soft moan escaped his lips. You quickly brushed it off, thinking that maybe you were overthinking it. But then he moaned again, a little louder this time, and you know that there was no mistaking that your boyfriend was having a sex dream as he slept beside you.

You stifled your giggles with your hand, not wanting to wake the apparently aroused JJ.

You shift your position slightly, turning to lay down and face him. You watch as he licks his lips in his sleep, rubbing his hips against you softly. You purse your lips together tightly, squeezing your eyes shut, nearly crying in laughter of the situation you found yourself in.

He began muttering your name in strings along with profanities, similar to how he does when you go down on him. You allow him to press his waist to yours, giving the pressure he so desperately craved. He let out a small whimper as you rolled your hips to him. His eyes wandered under his eyelids, a wild dream he must have been having, you wondered if you could make it a reality.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his unmoving lips, trying to steal him from the grips of his sleep. I was working, because his eyes fluttered softly.

Opening his lids fully, he was met with your staring gaze. Assessing the look that you were giving him, the way he was laying, the way your hips were pressed to his, his hard length pulsing in his shorts, and the dream that he was having, he put the pieces together quite quickly in his sleep hazed state.

“Uh, I-”

“Having an interesting dream baby boy?” You ask in a sinful tone.

“Um,”

“You were saying some naughty stuff there,” You tease, batting your lashes. “What were you dreaming about?”

“You” He chokes out, growing intimidated by your gaze, and the fact that you had caught him.

“Me?” You question, already knowing that he was.

“Yeah.” He swallows. JJ watches as you move to straddle his waist. You felt his stiff length under his shorts, rolling your hips softly. You relished the control that you held over his head. JJ was usually the one to take dominance in the bedroom, however this time you had the upper hand, and you decided to run with it while you could.

“Must have been some dream you were having.” You smirk down at him. He was already squirming at the contact that you were giving him. “You’re already so hard.” You purr.

JJ’s eyes were still glazed over with sleep, but you sitting over him was an image that he hoped would never leave his mind. You were in short running shorts and one of his tee shirts. Your braless chest is evident through the thin material. Your hair was in a messy bun, sitting loosely on your head, and your glasses sat atop your nose, having taken your contacts out earlier that evening.

The thin fabric of both his shorts and yours caused a delicious friction to be created as you grinded on his lap.

“What exactly happened in this dream of yours?”

“Um,” JJ couldn’t remember, the feeling of you on top of him in this moment was better than any dream he had ever conjured up before. “Fuck,” He hissed at you as your movements got faster.

“Mind going blank?” Your lips curled into a devilish smile. You prized that you made him feel this way. “Well if you don’t tell me how the dream went, how am I supposed to know that to do?”

“Fuck please just keep going.” JJ exasperates.

“Needy are we?” You raise a brow, roaming your hands around his bare chest as you lifted your hips away from his. He groans loudly at the lack of contact, looking up at you and asking you with his steel blue eyes what the hell you were doing.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines.

“Too needy.” You state, kissing his lips sloppily. He holds you tight, kissing you back with a sleepy yet forceful passion. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You.”

“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific,”

“Fuck Y/N I just need you,”

You smile at his desperation. Looking over to the night stand, you find his bandana that he had been wearing during the day. Something clicked in your brain, and you figured that JJ was rarely the sub in the relationship, so you decided to see how far you could milk it.

“I have an idea.”

“Anything just do it now.” He mewls.

“Do you trust me?” You ask him, forcing for a moment of seriousness between the two of you.

“Of course I do,” His voice was low and full of sleep and a husky sexual desire. “What’s your idea?”

Your devilish smirk excites him, and you lean over to take the fabric from the night stand.

“You want me to blindfold you?” He questions you. You shake your head no. “You, wanna blindfold me?” You nod your head yes. “Oh.”

“Would you be okay with that?”

He is hesitant with his answer, but nods with a glint of desperate lust in his blue eyes that would soon be covered with the red patterned fabric.

“Remember the safe word if you need it JJ” You remind him, and he nods in compliance, thinking about the first time you had ever fooled around, and you made a safeword just in case.

Gently, you wrap the fabric around his eyes and tie a knot behind his head.

“All good?”

“Mhm.” He hums, still painfully hard from the dream he had and the friction you allowed him before. You take his face in your hands and lead his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply. You surprise him by grinding down on him roughly. His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a strangled moan against your mouth. “Fuck.”

You kiss his neck, and down his tanned chest, pressing your lips against every chiseled dip and curve. His labored breathing was heavier than normal due to the fact that he was missing his sense of sight.

“So needy,” You kissed his tip through the confines of his shorts and he lifted his hips as you pulled away. “So so needy baby boy”

“Shut up Y/N” He grumbles, not used to you being in the dominant position.

“So demanding for someone in your position.” You nip at the skin above his waistband before pulling his shorts down.

JJ hisses as the cold air of the room hits his hard length. He jumps slightly as you run your fingertips along him, feeling every vein, every inch, teasing him and leaving him in near agony. You spit softly, letting it drip from your lips to his shaft, and use it to move your hand smoothly. Slow and light strokes don’t seem to please JJ for long as his hips buck eagerly.

You pull your hand away, leaving him to wriggle for a moment.

“Why’d you stop.” He whines. You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you tease him more, kissing and licking around his dick.

“Tell me what you want J.”

“Fuck I want you, I need you so bad Y/N.”

From base to tip, you lick a long, slow stripe, sucking gently at the tip when you reach it.

“Oh my fucking-” You cut off his words by dipping your head down his shaft and bobbing at a leisurely pace. After a few minutes, JJ’s moans are enough to make you wet, so you shift and begin rubbing yourself. Rubbing lead to fingering, and fingering lead to sounds the JJ could pick up.

“Are you,” JJ began between groans. “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm.” You hum, mouth still on him.

“Holy fuck that’s so fucking hot.”

“Yeah baby?” You take your lips from his cock. “You hear how wet I am?”

“Fuck Y/N I need you.”

“You’ve said that plenty of times JJ tell me what you need.”

“I need to be in you.”

“Beg.” You demand.

“W- what?” JJ whimpers.

“Beg for it,” You tease him with your tongue, circling around his flaming red tip. “Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it.”

“Fuck please I need to be in you so fucking bad.” He whines, writhing at your light touches. “Please Y/N ride me I need to feel you right now.”

“Well,” You state as if you are pondering the matter. “Since you asked so nicely.” You roll away from his midsection and shimmy out of your soaked pajama shorts. His dick was already lubricated with your spit, so all you had to do was climb on top of him.

His hands instantly gripped your hips tightly, holding you close to him. Sitting up, you smash your lips to his, rubbing your bare core onto his cock. You push him back down to the mattress, rolling your hips a few times before taking him in your hand and pressing his tip to your entrance. Inch my inch, you sick down onto him until you hit his base, and the tip of him brushes over your sweet spot. JJ lets out a pornographic moan as you do so, and as you continue by rolling your hip.

“Oh my god you’re so fucking wet. Fuck you feel so good.”

“That’s it JJ, who’s pussy makes you feel this good.”

“Shit- yours” JJ hisses, a new level of turned on by your dirty words.

“And who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?”

“Oh my god you Y/N, all you baby, fuck I’m so close.”

“Shit me too,” You whine, slowing your strokes into grinds. You were surprised how worked up you have gotten from your own hand. JJ’s hand fumbles but finds your clit and starts rubbing it, wanting you to reach your high with him. You moan and lean over him, bouncing your hips.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” JJ hitches. You reach behind his head and take the bandana off his eyes, allowing him to see once again. His eyes find yours and you rest your forehead on his as you pound your self down, slamming your pelvis to his over and over. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he spills into your tightening core. You cum undone just as he finishes, and he massages your clit to run you through the rest of your high.

You collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily. You remain in that position for a while, with JJ still sheathed in you.

“That was something else,” JJ admits.

“A good something else?” You ask, previous dominant nature fading away in seconds.

“A fucking amazing something else.” JJ reassures you. “I gotta say I dig the blindfold, but it’s your turn to wear it next time.”

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Stuck With You - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Somebody

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I never felt like this with somebody I never thought I'd feel like I do I never felt this close with somebody Somebody, somebody but you I never had this rush in my body I never thought I'd feel something new I never felt this close with somebody Somebody, somebody but you

Something 'bout you and the way we fit Like the stars in the night, heat of you on my skin Hadn't known you for long but it felt like years From the second we met I knew things would change

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A few days later, Devon and I had packed in silence. It was snowing and I kept glancing outside the window, seeing her from the corner of my eyes every single time. I knew I had been rough with her and I also knew that fucking her roughly against the wall of public toilets was a bad idea. At that time and with so much alcohol swallowed, It had seemed legitimate but now, I felt like an asshole and I had no idea how to handle it or what to think of it.

It was a good fuck, I wouldn't say different, but definitely not our best. I remembered the first time we had sex and the pictures she took, realizing she had never showed them to me, even if she had promised she would. Perhaps we had been so busy with our ex lovers and fighting with each other that we forgot about how amazing the few days alone at my apartment had been.

We remained silent a lot now and I hated it. I missed the sound of her laughter, her rambles and complaints, her comments while we watched a movie. The only thing I was still aloud to hear were the snores while she slept and I found myself sitting in my bed to listen to them a bit too much, and a bit too late at night.

I wanted to ask her to sit in the front seat with me in the car but I was scared she'd refuse and I was not even sure why it actually scared me anyway.

"Are you gonna ride with Lewis?"

"Mm, I'd rather ride with you." she admitted, glancing back at me before grabbing a hoodie and throwing it randomly in her bag. "Daxia and him are just getting on my nerves with their cute little nicknames and their non-stop affection. Did you know she sometimes pretends to purr? What the fuck?"

I let out a laugh and zipped my bag before turning around and letting myself fall on my bed to sit. "I know, I noticed. I think it's cute."

"Oh you would." Devon chuckled, shaking her head.

"What does that mean?"

She turned around to sit on her bed too, sending me a huge amused smile. It felt so good to laugh with her and feel like she actually cared about me that it made me want to lock the door and not go on that trip, keeping her here with me.

"The first impression you give is like, a fratboy." she admitted with a smirk. "Confident, a bit stuck-up, someone who brags all the time. Basically, you seemed to embody everything I hate in boys, especially those in college. But when we get to know you... you're a romantic, a softie. You've got the biggest heart I've ever seen in someone, and that makes you extremely endearing. That's why everyone loves you, that's the real reason you're so popular."

"Is it?" I just whispered, a bit shocked by all the compliments she had just thrown at me.

"Yes." she confirmed with a nod, sending me a fond smile that turned into a smirk. "Your face helps, too, I have to admit."

"Oh you think I'm handsome?"

She smiled more and tilted her head, nibbling on her bottom lip. "You know I do. Everyone does."

I wanted her to get up, walk to me and straddle me. I kept imagining her sitting on my lap, facing me, before her lips would meet mine. I couldn't stop thinking about my hands traveling on her body and her moaning in my mouth. I wanted her to whisper to me that she loved me while I made her cum. It sounded like the perfect scenario but I knew it wouldn't happen. I had made it clear I wanted more than just sex, and she made it even clearer that she didn't want a relationship. It was a mess, we were fucked, and I hated this situation more than I could explain. I didn't know how to handle it or change it. We had reached a deadlock and I couldn't find a solution.

Louis kept repeating me that she loved me but the more time passed, the less I was convinced. Was it even possible to resist that feeling for so long, especially when the other person is always so close? It didn't seem likely and my fate in the reciprocity of my feelings was faltering.

"My first impression of you was that you were a shy and boring girl." I admitted with a chuckle. "That's why I wasn't sure why I felt so connected to you. I don't think being around people who thinks art is useless is something I could easily do. But you turned out to be so fascinating, talented, funny and genuine. You're also a little cheeky minx, and I love how you don't let anyone walk over you, especially not me. And god knows I tried."

Her lips curled gently and she looked a bit embarrassed but I was not sure why. She licked her lips before pressing them together and finally, she chuckled.

"That's something I had promised myself when I left my old school, that I wouldn't let anyone walk all over me anymore. That I wouldn't be this... this vulnerable, naïve girl with so little self-esteem." she explained with a shrug. "It's nice to know I partially succeeded, even if it's hard to save my own heart, sometimes."

"Sometimes we just don't know how to really save it." I explained in a low tone, looking in her eyes. "Sometimes we just do it the wrong way, you know?"

"I don't know, I'm just trying the opposite of what I did last time." she confessed. I could read in her eyes how sad she was and it broke my heart.

"How does it feel so far?"

This time, she looked up and stared at me for a few seconds. "Not good."

I was trying to find the right words to tell her that she should give us a chance without being too aggressive but I couldn't find anything and after a while, my phone beeped. I sighed and grabbed it before reading Louis' text message.

"Okay, Louis is here. I didn't even know he was gone." I admitted with a frown.

"He's been so weird these days, and absent too. He's always super busy and doesn't answer my text messages."

"I think he's got a girlfriend."

Devon sent me a sad smile and shrugged a shoulder. I didn't know why she seemed so sad about it but I didn't try to find out. It was already hard to accept that she didn't love me the way I loved her, I really didn't need to start being jealous again, at least not of Louis.

"Yea that's one of my hypotheses, too"

We both grabbed our bags and got out of the building quickly, walking until we both spotted Louis' car. I held my breath but my lips finally curled when I noticed a cute brunette sitting on the passenger's seat and glanced at Devon to see her reaction. She didn't seem to think anything of it but I noticed she moved slightly closer to me.

"Look, I got to warn you two, Daxia invited Mandy and Noah, and one of them invited Abby." Louis let out as soon as we got close enough.

I glanced once again at Devon and at the same time, she had glanced at me. We shouldn't even care about Abby at all but here we were, and I was not sure why she was so much of a threat to Devon. Of course, I would be suspicious of Henry only because he's her ex boyfriend, so I could understand the aversion she felt for my ex girlfriend but at the same time, if Devon didn't love me, why was it such a big deal?

"Hey, Dev." Louis let out gently, grabbing her attention. "We won't let that ruin our trip, alright?"

She nodded and pressed her lips together before taking a quick look at the girl sitting next to Louis and then look back at him. "I'm gonna ride with Niall, okay?" she let out gently. "Give you two some intimacy."

She just sent him a fake smile and turned around. I was about to follow her when Louis yelled her name and she turned her head and raised her eyebrows up. "I just... I'm offering you the first drink, okay?"

It took her a while but she finally just nodded and we walked to my car before hopping in it. She threw her bags on the backseat and when I started the car, she immediately reached for the heating button.

"What's wrong? What happened between you and Louis?" I asked as I drove, following Louis' car the best I could.

"He's distant, and annoyed with me." she just shrugged. "People tend to get tired of me at some point but I honestly thought Louis was different."

"Devie, Louis isn't getting tired of you." I just explained, shaking my head. "He's got a new girlfriend, that's it. He's never gave up on me and he honestly could have many times. That's not how he is, trust me."

She remained silent but sighed and turned to look by the window. I would have given a lot to find out what was happening in her head but I didn't dare asking. We weren't back to being close, and we hadn't talked about those rough exchanges of words, whether it was the one we had late at night in the dark street or the one in the public toilets of a bar, and I was not sure we ever would. We could pretend everything was alright all we wanted, it was a lie. She was sad and I was in pain, and pretending we were fine was not going to change anything.

"Apparently, Daxia and Lewis are going to ride with Mandy, Noah and Abby." she finally said, taking me out of my thoughts. She typed something on her phone and my heart jumped in my chest when It made me realize that we were going to be alone again for a few hours. "That's a pretty loaded car." she added with a shrug.

"Not our problem."

"Nope, not at all." she agreed, leaning on the bench and bringing her feet up, placing them against the door of the glove box.

I noticed she had taken her boots off and even if it should bother me, it really didn't. I was in it very deep and I was literally drowning.

"That means we could have gone with Louis, save fuel and a car." she added, turning her head my way and making me chuckle.

"There's no way I'm riding with him. Not in that car. Plus, look at how slow he is. We're following him and it's a pain in my ass."

This time, Devon laughed genuinely and it made me smile. "I don't even ski, you know." she pointed out a few seconds later. "I'm just going because I'm really alone for Christmas this year, but I don't think I'll ski or anything. I brought canvases and paint, I've brought a few books and movies.. I mean I'll join you guys downstairs for a drink at night or a hot chocolate but I've never really been sportive or anything... and even less when it came to sports practiced in winter."

"Alright, no ski time for you. You know, we only go to spend time altogether. Some of us just also likes to ski."

The conversation continued for a while but when it stopped, Devon put music on and I started singing despite myself and she joined me. At some point she just stopped and even turned the volume down a bit. It made me chuckle and I glanced at her only to feel my heart jump in my chest at the way she was looking at me.

"Did I annoy you?"

"No." she whispered, leaning her head in the bench, sending me a fond smile and shrugging. "I just get so many feelings when you sing."

My smile fell and I licked my lips. It brought so many questions in my mind but every time I wanted to ask one, I stopped myself, either scared of the answer or of the way it would make her react. Before I knew it, we parked and took our stuff out, following Louis and his girlfriend in the hotel. We were walking in the lobby when Louis moved closer to us without looking at us.

"Look you two don't be pissed but, I sort of put both of you in the same room." Devon frowned while I raised my eyebrows and Louis just groaned. "Don't blame me. First off, the rest of us are sort of in relationships. I think Abby's got a room by herself so if either of you want to switch room to be with her, be my guest. Anyway, it's not like you two weren't used to share a room, right?"

We stopped near the counter but neither me or Devon had mentioned anything. Louis turned to us this time and his eyes moved from me to her and he finally rolled them. "Look I'm sorry, I just honestly thought you two would be dating by now."

I cleared my throat, feeling suddenly a bit uncomfortable, and noticed Devon bringing her shoulders up and wrapping her arms around herself, showing she felt pretty much the same. We had planned to meet in a few hours at the restaurant but it's only when Devon and I entered our room that my jaw dropped.

"I can... sleep on the floor if you want." were the only words my brain could form and express and it made Devon chuckle.

"Don't be silly, the bed's big enough for both of us." she replied, putting her bags near a side and taking her coat off before placing it on a chair. "Besides, it won't be the first time we share a bed."

Flashbacks of us cuddling in the bed of my apartment appeared in my mind and I blinked a few times as if it would make the memories even clearer. We had spent many days sleeping in the same bed but somehow, at that very moment, it felt totally different. I wondered if Louis had asked only for one bed for us because he honestly thought we were going to be together by now, or just because he's an asshole. Either way, it didn't change anything and I walked in the room to put my bags down.

I got ready to join our friends but when I got out of the bathroom, I noticed Devon in sweatpants with a book in hands. It made me frown and I grabbed my phone and my wallet, glancing at her.

"You're not ready?"

"Mm, no, I think I'd rather stay here." she admitted with a shrug. "I'm not really hungry anyway. Besides, I'm not really in the mood to see your ex girlfriend."

"Legit." I admitted, raising my eyebrows and nodding. "Do you want me to bring you something back?"

She looked up from her book and leaned her head against the pillow behind her. It made me want to kiss her and tell her once again that I loved her. It made me want to stay in the room to spend the whole evening with her.

"No, thanks, that's very sweet of you." she let out gently. "It's late anyway, I'll probably be asleep when you'll come back."

When I came back, however, she was not in bed. I frowned, realizing the lights were still on, and found her laying on the floor in a fetus position. She had put papers on the carpet to be sure she wouldn't make too much of a mess and she probably had forgotten her easel because her canvas was on the floor. I smiled when I noticed she still had a brush in hand and even more when I realized she fell sleep using yellow paint.

I turned to look at her panting and finally noticed the shades of orange and red all over it before crouching down to have a better look. I couldn't explain how good it felt to see her use other colors than dark grey and navy blue, and it made me wonder what exactly it meant. I took the canvas slowly and gently, placing it on the desk in the corner of the room before walking back to her and getting on my knees.

"Devie, hey, come on, let's get in bed okay?" I helped her up and she groaned, leaning on me and still half asleep.

I brought her in bed, laying her down and she quickly curled up again as I brought the covers over her. I got undressed and got under the blankets too, turning my body her way to look at her, my head leaning on my pillow. She looked peaceful and I noticed dried paint on her hands and forehead, wondering how long she had been asleep. The whole time I was at the table with my friends, I regretted not staying in the room with her but somehow, I knew she probably wouldn't have painted if I had been there, and the result was totally worth it.

"Mm, Niall."

I held my breath when she whispered my name and something twisted in my stomach. For a second, I wondered if she was awake but she started snoring softly again and I exhaled when I realized she had literally murmured my name while sleeping. It was the cheesiest thing ever and at the same time, I had never heard anything that made me happier.

"Don't worry Devie, I'm here." I whispered back. "I'll always be."

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 14

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TWs / Summary: Petrolhead dorks! Just Rich People Things. Car sex with daddy Tony! Poor cop LMAO. Snark snark snark. Unsafe driving - don't drive like that unless you know what you're doing! As for the inspiration for this chapter, thanks to @persephonehemingway and her deliciously filthy fic on AO3. Y'know, the one with Beck and Tony and stuff... 😏

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Soft, steady rumbling of the engine; it reminded me of a lion's purr. I could feel it under me, reverberating through the driver's seat, whirring beneath my hand as I put the car in drive. It was such a shame Royce had an automatic transmission. Unlike most people, I actually enjoyed driving stick, the option of controlling the speed one gear by one gear was exhilarating.

My face felt hot. I pulled out of the parking lot evenly, driving through the city streets at a moderate pace, not the speed limit-because in a car like this it would be a crime-but not dashing around madly either. The beast under me was to be savoured and savour I did.

"You're enjoying this," Tony quipped cheekily, having made himself comfortable with his feet on the dash. His sneakers laid in a haphazard heap halfway under his seat. A picture of lavish comfort. "Take a left, go on the highway. We can afford to go a little crazy."

Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I followed his instructions, accelerating in excitement. A little past ten o'clock, the cars on that particular stretch of road were few and in-between. The streetlights blinked their greetings, the speedometer surely and steadily climbing over the 80MPH mark.

I laughed. I couldn't keep it in even if I tried; with a car of this size, this weight, such a relatively low speed felt twice as exciting.

"Go faster," Tony ordered, sitting up straighter. "Faster."

"Yes, daddy," I snarked, flooring it. The g-force took hold of us briefly, flattening our backs with the seat. I laughed again, adrenaline pumping throughout my body, giving me that extra attention boost. I easily maneuvered around a couple of minivans around the 110 MPH mark. The engine sang and roared. "Wanna see something cool?"

Tony's pupils were blown wide, the amber irises nearly invisible in the sea of black. He was turned on, incredibly so. "Yes, baby girl," He groaned.

I was familiar with the road just enough to pull off a stunt with the barest bit of luck. Karma was on my side that evening, I wasn't going to waste any more time. My blood sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension. Another two miles and I spied the dimly lit exit on my right side; not a soul in sight but Tony's wide-eyed wonder, I went in for the kill.

Tires squealed, obscuring my happy little noise and Tony's shocked exhale as I steered into the narrow opening, missing the railings by a mere few inches. The Royce went into full drift, it's wheels automatically locking, and I had no doubt the tires would need a change after this - but we pulled through, the car evening out just as a straight stretch of road appeared again.

The multiple lights flashing were disregarded by me along with quiet angry beeping, I was overtaken by my own bravado. Not once I hesitated but my hands still shook, tiny little tremors. Tony saw it, too, I noticed - gaze hungry, he eyed my left wrist nonchalantly hanging over the steering wheel. We were still going steadily at 100 MPH.

"Tony?" I asked, proud and happy.

"Princess," He answered, breathless. "Pull over, over there," pointing somewhere to my right.

Confused by his sudden change of attitude, I nonetheless, complied, parking on a small patch of concrete. It looked like an abandoned gas station or some creepy shit.

"Come here," As soon as I shut down the car, I felt myself roughly pulled into his lap.

Tony's hands were everywhere, on my hips, on my tits, under my dress. His own arousal in constraints, he positioned me right on top of it, grinding slowly and desperately into my center. I was right there with him, hungry for the way his mouth immediately attached itself to mine, tongue plunging straight into my throat without finesse.

Agile fingers toyed with my breasts and I raked my nails down his throat in retaliation; neither of us knew who moaned first into the kiss. We swallowed the breathy sound, shared it between us. The smell of adrenaline and arousal seeped into the space between us, thick, foggy.

Fumbling around his pants was, probably, not very sexy, but neither of us cared about the article of clothing after pushing it down his hips. There wasn't much space to work with. We managed just fine, the brief moment of discomfort paying off with the delicious stretch of his cock inside me.

"Oh, fu-u-uck, so-o go-o-od," I was ready to pray to any God, as long as I could keep riding the tidal waves of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck me, Princess," Tony parroted the sentiment. His narrow hips stuttered, blunt rip of his cock brushing inside of me, hitting a sensitive spot. Sparks burst from within, urging me to move.

Bracing my knees on the outside of his thighs, I gripped Tony - his shoulders, his hair - for leverage. He loved the tug of war I played with his locks as evidenced by the immediate groan and the tightening of his hands on my ass. He squeezed the flesh without mercy, pulling, sheathing himself as deep as he could within me.

The grinding, the drag of my clit against the soft happy trail on his tummy did it for me. Uncharacteristically quickly, I was coming, arching my back and pushing my tits right into his face where the wet heat of his mouth sloppily, greedily made a trail of hickeys and left the tender flesh stinging in between whispering dirty praises.

Tony's girth felt that much thicker as my inner muscles spasmed. I began bouncing rapidly, chasing that fleeting feeling that turned me into an incoherent, babbling mess and made my spine feel liquid. The man under me matched the vigour, meeting me halfway, fucking up into me as much as the position allowed him to.

"Fuck, Tony, so big," The angle changed as I bent down to devour his mouth once again. The silky tresses between my fingers became a tangled mess.

One of his arms slid under my dress, holding it up and wrapping around me, pressing me close. Tony was getting under my skin. I felt the slick of him through his shirt. The faint glow and scratch of the arc reactor solidified the experience for me - it was so Tony, the most obvious part of him, perhaps, when he wasn't smiling.

His mouth was occupied with ravenously consuming every noise that left me. I was loud, always have been, and there wasn't a situation where it's been as blatantly on display as then - in a dark car, in the middle of nowhere. We shared those noises like a gourmet meal.

"Baby, baby girl," The tell-tale tightening of his abs was an obvious signal to his incoming orgasm. "Fu-u-uck". He seemed beyond words.

"Tony, please, I'm so close," I begged him to hold on, just a moment more, my own release a glimpse on the horizon. He moaned, deep and low in his chest and I felt it - right there, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly, a sharp sting blossomed on my backside. My pace stuttered at the sudden pain; and the following thrill had me increase my pace, pussy squeezing around his cock, clutching at it in hopes of finding release. The need ached.

"Baby girl, come for me," Tony ordered, winded and stuttering, causing me to grip his shoulders, nails digging into taut, tan skin. I was nearly there, the fall approaching inevitably. How did the man manage to sound so cheeky whilst being ridden to near-death, I didn't know, but his next words had me muffling a scream into the pristine, expensive fabric of his blazer. "Come for Daddy."

I wasn't sure of the sound that I made while my body involuntarily obeyed his orders. I shuddered momentarily, following with another curl of my toes as I felt the hot seed of his release spill right into me, curses being muttered in my ear and his arms, his hands, him bodily holding himself as close to me as humanly possible. We stayed like that - maybe it was an hour, or maybe it was just five minutes. It felt heavenly.

"My jeans are FUBAR," Tony suddenly snorted.

"I think one of the straps on my dress is somewhere in the backseat," I parroted him. "Good times."

"Indeed," He stretched under me, gently, as to not dislodge me too much.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the driver's side window. A faint outline of a flashlight shining behind the glass - I was very much grateful for the fact that all the glass on Tony's car was tinted.

Of course, both of us were unprepared: startled, we jumped, spreading the mess from between my thighs all over the place. Groaning, I climbed over the console and rolled down the window a couple of inches, noting how Tony had one of his gauntlets shining - and a police officer's equally shiny badge greeted me. Grumbling, I rolled the window the whole way down.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask your license and regi-whoa, um, I'm- good evening, Mr. Stark," The cop was young and very obviously hadn't slept very well. The words he mumbled on autopilot and stopped only when Tony's face popped up somewhere around my lap.

"Hello, officer," Tony smiled, bright and shiny public smile. "Don't mind us, just enjoying a quiet evening." The engineer's smile was cheeky. His pants weren't even done fully up and I, no doubt, spouted some serious case of sex hair, not mentioning the torn dress. I had to discreetly check if I didn't accidentally flash the poor cop.

"Uh, umm, sorry Mr. Stark," The cop - officer Charles, I checked - nervously stammered, obviously privy to the situation at hand. "Is everything alright here?"

"Absolutely. We were just about to leave."

"Well then. Uh. Can I ask - a picture?"

Really, dude? REALLY??? I was about this much away from just starting the car and driving the fuck off. But Tony was calm.

"Sure," He looked at me mischievously. "Let's swap, I'll drive us home."

His penchant for trouble knew no limits. I rolled my eyes, but it was just for show, really. The littlest worm of malicious compliance had already started squirming in me. My coat lay forgotten in the back seat - I proudly displayed the torn dress strap and the array of lovemarks leading up to my throat as I stepped out of the car. The crisp autumn air barely affected my sex-heated body outside of the warm car, doing only as much as to stiffen my nipples.

The way officer Charles did a double-take, I'm sure he understood my and Tony's previous activities and re-evaluated his own life choices. Let the boy learn a lesson. "Bye-bye, officer," I smiled my biggest, girliest smile and made a point at slowly turning around and sashaying to the other side of the car where Tony stood, discreetly checking his belt.

He met me with a smirk, chivalrously holding the door open and making a show at helping me into the car. We shared a muted chuckle.

"Ugh, I gotta go home, all my school shit is there," I rolled my eyes to the skies. Tony drove. AC/DC sung sultry tunes in the background quietly.

"Pack a bag, I'll wait," The engineer's warm hand found my own. He said what he said without even missing a beat. Such an unexplainable circumstance, all these new feelings I was feeling. It was a lot to process.

And I was cock-drunk. Packing my bag was an absolute ten minute disaster. I was pretty sure my socks didn't match and I had forgotten my make-up, but I triple checked for the most important - homework.

"I'm starving," I announced, hanging off Tony in the elevator. For all purposes, we were a perfectly poised domestic portrait. Disheveled, my coat and Tony's blazer loosely draped over my left arm, my backpack hanging off his right shoulder. He hadn't bothered with putting on his shoes and my neck, face and hair looked like a crime scene.

The elevator doors opened at the same time Tony gathered his wits: "Bye-bye officer? Really?"

A dozen confused eyes stared at us from the common room couch. Surprised for the second time that evening, all we were capable of was owlishly blink in their general direction, words dying before they could have made it to the surface.

I snorted first, towing Tony in the direction of the kitchen. "What was I supposed to do, pray tell? Flash him?"

Behind us, I heard a thud. Then Steve's voice cursing. Then Bucky's.

"You could've. If you wanted to," Tony mused. "You have great tits."

"Aw, thanks. You have a nice dick. It's got a great curve."

"Aren't you the nicest?" Tony kissed my cheek, hiding the upcoming laughter as we both heard more swearing and moaning coming from the living room.

"I need a broom," Bucky appeared in the doorway just as I was pulling out some pizza slices to reheat. The super-soldier made no move for the supply closet, however, instead openly staring at my state of dress. His face bore the tell-tale signs of a person trying to hold in their cackling.

"Did you see a ghost, Elsa?" Tony quirked from the coffee machine.

"Can I flash this one, then?" I suddenly had an Idea. And when I had an Idea, I was unstoppable. "He might not be an officer but technically he's a Sargent, so..."

"Okay," Bucky began to inch backwards, step by step in the direction of the living room, holding his hands up. "Y'all crazy. I'mma head out."

"Good call," Tony saluted Barnes' retreating back. "As for you? You're in so much trouble, Princess," The arm that wasn't occupied by a coffee cup wrapped itself around my waist, grip firm and unyielding. Blindly groping for a moment, it found my boob, squeezing it twice for good measure as Tony slurped his holy bean juice. "Mine."

"Yours," I agreed simply. Meaning it. Then, I leaned backwards to whisper into the shell of his ear with a snicker: "Daddy."

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petersspidey · 3 years ago

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More Sleep

Request: Could you maybe write something about Sam’s new nickname of Chief? And Hey could you do a dom Sam Winchester imagine please?

A/N: This is taking place between the season finale of season 13 and premiere of season 14. *spoilers I guess if you haven't seen that far in the series* cause UGH Sam's scruff. Also this somehow ended up being like fluff and angst and smut? Somehow? anyway . *unedited*

Warnings: Smut

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Dean disappeared two weeks ago. No one had slept since. You, Sam and Castiel were tracking down every lead they could while Mary and Bobby stayed back getting everyone situated with their new life.

Sam had just returned from a new lead - which turned up nothing. Again.

You were chatting with Mary about Jack when Sam walked down the stairs of the bunker.

You both turned to great him. He held a frown on his face. You exchanged a look with Mary before approaching Sam.

"Anything?" you asked

Sam just sighed, and shook his head.

"We'll find him, Sam. We will." Mary said, leaning in to hug her son.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, and exchanged a look with you. Mary has more hope than either of you did. Or at least, she pretended to.

Another hunter called Mary over, leaving you and Sam alone, at the bottom of the stairs. You eyed Sam, you could tell he hadn't slept.

"Hey Chief!" One of the men greeted Sam as he walked past.

You smirked at the nickname, you knew Sam hated it.

"You don't have to call me that…" Sam muttered

"What do you mean, Chief? You're saying you don't like your new nickname?" you joked

Sam rolled his eyes at you. You looked at him and stayed silent. He had bags under his eyes, and he hadn't shaved since Dean went missing. He was tired.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could even say anything another hunter came up to Sam "Chief, we need your help,"

Before Sam could take a step forward, you placed your hand across his chest to block him.

"I don't think so, Chief. I can handle this. You need to sleep."

"Y/N, I'm fine."

"I will tell your mom, Sam."

Sam huffed, and rolled his eyes at you again.

"Sam, you've been running non-stop the past few weeks. You need to take a night and just rest. Whatever they need I can handle it."

Sam's just looked at you.

"Yeah, ok."

"Now go, shower and sleep. You stink," You pushed his shoulder, and he moved in the direction of his bedroom.

You helped the other hunters with their case before heading to bed yourself.

You tossed and turned all night. You could barely get your mind off of Dean, Michael, and Lucifer. But you were also worried about Sam. He was pushing himself too hard, and even with everyone's help he was still not getting any rest. Not that you could say much different for yourself, though.

You walked out of your room, heading to the library, hoping that maybe you could find a lead, or anything while everyone was sleeping.

You turned the corner and saw a light on at the table. Sam was hunched over a book, with his laptop open in front of him.

"What are you doing out here?" You questioned, walking closer to him.

Sam turned to look at you, "You know, I could ask you the same question."

"Sam-" you started

"Look, Y/N, I just need to keep looking. I can't just give up."

You walked closer to Sam, pulling out the chair next to him. You placed your hand on his arm. "Sleeping for a few hours isn't giving up, Sam."

"I know, but.."

"No, clearly you don't know." you cut him off.

"You're pushing yourself to your breaking point, Sam. i'm worried about you. You don't sleep, you barely eat. You can't keep doing this." you continued

"I'm ok, Y/N."

"Hon, you're not. And that's ok. I'm not fine either. I'm worried about Dean, too. I worry about you when you go off on leads alone, Cas too. I'm worried about how Jack is adjusting without his powers. And I mean, look at you, you never let your facial hair grow this long."

Sam smirked at your last comment.

"Not that I mind the beard…" you added

You moved your hand to his back, "But you get what I'm saying, right?"

"I know. I'm just so tired."

"Even more reason to sleep, Sam."

"Again… maybe I can say the same about you."

"When was the last time you slept, Y/N?" Sam continued

"More recently than you," you countered

You stood up from your chair, and held your hand out to Sam. "Come sleep."

He looked at you for a second before taking your hand. He stood up. You thought he would let go, but he never did.

You walked together to his room. You stood outside his door, and you let go of his hand.

"Go to bed, Winchester," you said to him, poking him lightly on the chest.

Sam just looked at you. You turned to walk away, to go back to your own bedroom. Sam hesitated for a moment before reaching forward and grabbing your hand.

"Y/N, wait."

You spun around, and looked at Sam. You could see the sadness in his eyes. He missed his brother and he was exhausted.

"Come in?"

You were shocked, almost. Sam was inviting you into his bedroom. You had shared bed with both the boys before. On hunts, there had been times where there were only two beds in the room, no couch, and a cot was unavailable. Sam would usually offer to sleep on the floor, but you insisted on him just sleeping in the bed. And you had always much preferred sharing with Sam. Dean often hogged the blankets and the space, Sam at least shared.

"Ok…" you agreed, nodding your head.

Sam opened his door and gently led you inside. You walked in behind him. He let go of your hand and turned to face you. Sam reached his arm around you and pushed the door shut. He was towering over you, but somehow he was still only inches from your face.

"Sam…" You said softly,

Sam only leaned in closer.

"Tell me if you want me to stop,"

You didn't say anything. Sam slid one of his hands to your waist, his fingers lighting gripping you. He brought his other hand up to your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"Sam…" you whispered.

He leaned down toward you and pressed his lips against yours. Sam kisses you gently at first. You put one of your hands into his hair, wrapping the other around him. He pulls away from you for a moment. You stared each other in the eyes.

Sam slammed his lips against yours. He thrust his body toward you, pushing you against the door. How hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt. Sam bites at your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let his tongue roam. You moan into his kiss, needing more from him.

You thrust your pelvis toward Sam, and he presses his hardening length against you. Sam begins lifting the bottom of your shirt, he pulls away from you only for a split second to pull it over your head. You run your hands under his shirt, wanting it off of him. He obeys and throws his shirt to the side before slamming his lips against yours once again.

He pulled you away from the wall, holding you close, moving toward the bed. His lips never left you. Sam's hand trails from your hand down your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his rough hand near your throat. He smirked into your kiss, before reaching down and pulling off your pants, leaving you in just your underwear.

You fall back onto the bed, and Sam slides off his pyjama bottoms before falling into bed beside you. Sam grabs you, and pulls you toward him. He runs his lips down your neck, biting and sucking. His arms reach back and unclasps your bra.

Sam continues moving his lips down toward your breasts. You knew there would be marks all over you tomorrow. Sam brings his lips down toward your now naked breast, rolling your nipple between his teeth. He draws his rough hands all over your skin, touching every inch of your body.

You moan, gripping your fingers through his hair tightly. Sam shoves his thigh between your legs, pressing it tightly against your heat. You rock into him. He brings his mouth away from your breast and back toward your neck. He sucks a rough mark on your throat.

"I need you," he growls

"Please," you beg

Sam reaches down and tugs at the waistband of your panties. You lift yourself up so he can rip them down your legs.

Before you could blink Sam's thumb was already on your clit. You moaned loudly as he began moving his finger roughly, dropping his lips against your shoulder where he nipped at your skin. You could feel his beard rubbing against you as Sam's other hand digs into your hip. You knew there would be bruises there tomorrow too.

You could feel the pleasure in your centre growing as Sam continued to circle your clit.

"I need more," You begged.

Sam smirked. His lips left your body as he moved down toward your core. He held his length in his hand and lined himself up with your entrance. He gently pushed himself in until he felt you open up. He tossed his head back and moaned at the feeling of your warm pussy surrounding his hard cock.

He slowly began to move in and out of you as you groaned from the pleasure. You dig your fingers into Sam's bicep as he hovered above you. Sam brought his hand back to your clit, rubbing fast circles as he thrust in and out of you.

Sam picked up his pace, groaning as he slid his dick out of you, slamming it back in harder with each thrust. You could feel yourself so close to orgasm, you tilted your head back but no moans came out, you couldn't seem to get a noise past your lips.

You could feel yourself, almost at the edge.

"Come for me, please. Come around my cock." Sam groaned

You obeyed. It only took a few more thrusts for yourself to come loose under Sam. You moaned his name through your orgasm. Sam looked down at you, your head back in ecstasy, your throat and chest covered in the marks he left on you. Sam's thrusts became sloppy as he approached his own orgasm.

Sam continued to thrust, slamming into you harder as your name fell from his lips. You could feel his come filling you up, as he threw his head back. Your head was still spinning from your orgasm as Sam pulled out and collapsed beside you. He was searching for his breath, and brought his hand up to your body, tracing his fingers along his arm.

You were breathing heavy, and turned your head to the side to look at Sam. You weren't sure what to say. You had so many things you wanted to say but you didn't know what to say.

"That's one way to try and fall asleep," you joked.

Sam smirked.

You sighed, "I should probably clean myself up and head to bed."

You moved yourself off the bed, and grabbed your panites off the floor. Before you could grab anything else, Sam caught your hand. You looked at him, and he was sitting on his bed holding out his shirt to you.

"Sam.."

"Just, take this. Go get cleaned up and then come back, please?"

You looked into his eyes, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"Ok," you whispered.

You took the shirt from him, and put it on. You closed his bedroom door behind you, and turned around to walk down the hall, when you jumped. Jack was standing immediately behind you.

"Oh my god, Jack. What are you doing? You scared me."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He eyed your neck, and you brought your hand up to touch it. You hadn't looked in the mirror yet but you knew there were marks there from Sam.

"Are you alright? You're all bruised." Jack asked

"Yes, It's fine Jack."

"But what were those noises, were you and Sam fighting? Did he do this? No that doesn't make sense, Sam would never hurt you…"

You sighed, "You should head to bed Jack. It's late."

He thought for a moment, "Oh. This must have been what Dean was telling me about. You and Sam were having the sex, yes? I think Castiel mentioned something about the pizza man once?"

You put your head in your hands. "Oh my god, Jack. If I say yes will you go to bed?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, Sam and I were having 'the sex'. Goodnight." You said, pushing past him to head to the bathroom.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

After you cleaned yourself up, you went back to Sam's bedroom. He was lying down, half asleep. You come into the room quietly and close the door behind you. You tuck yourself next to Sam under the covers. He brought himself closer to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to him as tight as possible.

You fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning you woke up, and miraculously Sam was still asleep beside you. You didn't want to wake him, he needed all the sleep he could get. You grabbed your bra and pants and threw them back on, keeping Sam's shirt. Just as you were about to leave Sam called your name.

"Hey," You smiled at him.

"You're sneaking out." he said, his voice groggy.

"Not sneaking out, trying to let you get all the sleep you possibly could…. But we probably should get out there before someone comes to find us."

Sam nodded at you, and you slipped out of his room. You managed to get back to your own room without running into anyone else.

Once you were dressed you headed into the kitchen to grab breakfast. Sam was sitting at the table drinking coffee with Jack. You grabbed something to eat and sat beside Jack. A few other hunters had come in and out, all whispering and eyeing you and Sam.

"Why is everyone looking at me like that?" you asked, your voice low.

"I mean…not exactly subtle" Sam said, gesturing to your neck. You had completely forgotten to even think of covering up the marks he had left.

Mary walked in and joined you at the table, sitting next to Sam.

"Well, sounds like you two had fun last night." She said.

Both you and Sam turned to look at Mary.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Well, Jack told us about your escapades last night. Not that some of us didn't hear you anyway,"

Your mouth fell open. Of course Jack told everyone. You should have known to ask him not to mention it.

Sam blushed, and tried to stammer out an excuse, completely embarrassed his mother was talking to him about his sex life.

"Maybe don't be so obvious about it next time." Mary said, pointing to your hickies.

You shrunk down into your seat, bringing your hands up to cover your neck, embarrassed.

"Jack, just so you know. When someone says something about sex, it doesn't mean to tell everyone you know." you said

"Why and when did you tell Jack we had sex?!" Sam questioned

"I swear it's not my fault he was lurking outside your bedroom last night when I left." you explained

You sighed, and rested your head on the table.

"I heard noises, I thought you were fighting." Jack explained.

"See, you were being loud." Mary added.

"Oh whatever, Mary. Don't act like you don't do the same with Bobby." you said

"Ok! OK! No more about sex. I do not want to know about my mom and Bobby nor do I want my mom to know about me and Y/N."

"Mary and Bobby? You have sex too?" Jack questioned.

Sam sighed, and you just patted Jack on the back.

"One of us should probably give you the talk." you laughed.

"No kidding." Sam added.

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angelanimedesaray · 4 years ago

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Through the Looking Glass Chapter 7: Revelation

AN: Ah, yes, finally. This chapter. That is all hahaha. Also they’re probably young teenagers at this point. 13, 14 years old, roughly.

Characters: Levi, Reader, Reader’s Mother (Mentioned)

Pairing: (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 5050

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*Reader's POV*

For the first time since Levi first appeared in your life, he didn't disappear shortly after arriving. He stayed with you until his fever finally broke.

Keeping him hidden from your mother was nothing short of a miracle. You didn’t want him getting discovered and sent somewhere else to recover, because what he needed was to be here after what happened to him--he wanted to be here, too, from what you could see.

In order to hide him, he had to stay in your tent the entire time, which you declared your fort to your mother and were allowed to keep as long as it didn’t get in the way, and you washed everything when you were done. That meant you had to shift it off your bed and make it a little smaller, but Levi still had plenty of room, and you could still fit underneath.

You didn’t do much while he was in the tent, though. He was sick, and he spent his time with you recovering, wrapped up in blankets and getting medicine every twelve hours while you kept up a steady stream of water and occasional Gatorade to help him get better. You would crawl into the tent and lay down next to him when you had the time, telling him stories and simply keeping him company. You strategically smuggled him bowls of canned soup when your mom wasn’t home because of work or she had to make a grocery run, so he wasn’t going hungry.

There was one point when his fever got really bad, the point your mom used to tell you was right before it broke when you were sick. You spent the whole time next to him, gently sponging his head and murmuring quiet reassurances and stories to him while he shivered and moved restlessly, occasionally murmuring out feverish nonsense, calming slightly when you would brush the hair from his face. Since it calmed him down, you kept doing it, running your fingers through his hair while you talked softly to him and he rested. With how much he slept in the couple days he was with you, you wondered how much rest he actually got back home.

There were a few heart-stopping moments when you thought your mother might catch you hiding Levi in your room, but you managed to play it off each time, either by claiming you were playing a game in your tent, or hiding Levi under the blankets, or claiming it was a kids only tent, and giants weren’t allowed. Typical kids stuff to keep the tent area off limits.

When Levi’s fever finally broke, he was still out of it and drained, but you could tell by a simple touch on his forehead that he wasn’t burning up anymore. It was a relief, with a pressure lifting off your chest you hadn’t known was there to see that he was going to be okay--at least in regards to his health. You still stayed with him, though, curled up next to him in the tent and even falling asleep there beside him.

When you woke up the morning after his fever broke in the tent, he was gone, and at long last, you finally questioned what happened, and considered the impossibility of his knack of disappearing into thin air. No longer did you think it could have simply been from inattention on your part, or that it was in any way normal. Especially because you knew that he was not in any state to have gotten up and left on his own before you woke up.

So what was happening?

*Levi's POV*

Levi sat cross-legged in the open space he’d recently managed to find, hands loosely held together in his lap as he gazed down at the grassy ground, sunlight shining down on him from the hole above him. He was lost in his own thoughts, confused and faced with an impossible reality, which was why he’d sought some refuge in a quiet space by himself, complete with fresh air filtering down from the surface.

He’d managed to make it up to the surface. Briefly, but after what happened to him, he was extra determined to force his way to the surface if he had to.

Based off how well Y/N had lived, Levi had assumed that she would be somewhere within Wall Sina, and all he would have to do would be to evade the Military Police long enough to find a street familiar to where she lived. He covered quite a bit of distance looking for her home, or at least something familiar from his time with her. The longer he spent topside, though, the more he realized nothing looked like the place Y/N lived, even at the centermost, opulent part of Sina where the wealthiest lived.

She wasn’t up there. All this time, he’d thought she was somewhere just above his head waiting for him, when really…

Levi let himself get caught and thrown back after that realization. Originally he’d thought if he found her, they might be able to figure something out so he could stay. That went out the window when he realized she wasn’t there. If it wasn’t for the fact that he still wanted to live somewhere other than the Underground, somewhere clean and free of the filth underground, he might have thrown out any idea of going to the surface after realizing it wasn’t anywhere close to what he’d thought it would be.

It was still better than the Underground, and he still wanted to find a way up there. The glaring question remained, though…

Where the hell was Y/N? He knew all that time spent with her wasn’t some strange continuing fever dream--it was real. He couldn’t explain it--how he got there, what sent him there, or even where there was, but he knew it was real, that she was real.

Where was he supposed to go from here?

Levi closed his eyes, running his hand slowly through his hair as he tried to grapple what he knew and figure it out from there. Carriages that didn’t need horses, smooth stone streets, intricate clean water systems, colorful, variety of foods easily on hand, light without fire inside homes…

And how had he gotten there in the first place? When...it was happening, it had been like he was being thrown between reality and a nightmare, except he’d been painfully aware that both were reality. But he hadn’t moved from either spot as he went back and forth. He’d stayed in the same pinned position in one reality, and was held in her arms in another, with no time passing when he’d...jump between the two.

None of this made sense to him. He thought he was going to be sick again, or at the very least give himself a painful migraine.

The smell in the air changed, the breeze and natural sunlight disappeared, and Levi lifted his head instinctually, opening his eyes to find himself cross legged on Y/N’s bedroom floor, looking up at her as she turned from where she’d been getting up from her desk, freezing in place when she saw him just...sitting there.

And the mystery continued.

Anger rose inside him--not at her, more at the situation he found himself in and the complete, nonsensical nature of it all--and he got to his feet before she could react, his eyes stormy.

“What the fuck is this?” Levi snapped, arm spread out to indicate the world around them. Knowing that simple sentence could easily be taken out of context and misconstrued with how out of the blue it was, he pressed on before she could answer the first question. “None of this is normal, it’s not even possible! A person doesn’t blink and find themselves somewhere else entirely--and I don’t even know where here is, because it sure as hell isn’t in the Walls!”

She hesitated in front of him, teeth biting down slightly into her lower lip as she endured his outburst, concern and a reflection of his own confusion in her gaze. “I think we need to talk.”

“You don’t say,” he said bitingly.

She ignored his sour tone, putting her hair up and heading for the door. “C’mon--this is probably a conversation to have in private, and we’ll have a better chance of that if we’re out of the house when my mom comes home,” she said. Levi followed with an impatient air, watching her scribble a note to her mother telling the woman she was going to be at the park before they headed out of the house, Levi falling into step beside her.

“Last time got me thinking about this whole situation, too,” she started quietly as they walked, eyes fixed forward and a small frown on her face. “I still don’t know what happened, and I don’t expect you to tell me, but your sudden appearance and then your later disappearance, whatever happened in that clearing…”

She let out a slow breath, eyes cast downwards for a moment. “When we were younger, I didn’t think anything of it--it was just normal for us, you know? But after that, it was a bit of a rude wake up call. I started thinking about what little you’ve told me about where you’re from and how much you haven’t encountered before.” She turned to meet his gaze. “You said you were from someplace called the Underground, right?”

Levi nodded, gaze fixed steadily on her as he waited for her to get to the point instead of ramble on about a bunch of things he already knew because he’d been the one to experience it or he’d come to the questions on his own.

“Well, I looked into it to see if I could find the place you were talking about. I came up with things like the Underground Railroad, or a bunch of clubs, a general reference to any shady business that isn’t done in broad daylight or to anything that’s done in secret with an exclusive group, a reference to the activities in 1920s Prohibition, shows, shopping centers underground, but I couldn’t find a place called the Underground that was an actual city like you...well, vaguely described. It doesn’t exist.”

“I live there--I’m pretty certain it exists,” Levi deadpanned, all the while trying to figure out what parts of her explanation meant. 1920s? Surely she didn’t mean a decade--they were only in the 800s.

“Yes, for you it does, but here, it doesn’t.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Okay then--these walls you just mentioned back there--what did you mean by that?”

For some reason, some strange kind of dread was settling in his stomach as they spoke. “Wall Maria, Wall Rose, Wall Sina, the three walls on the surface that keep out the Titans from destroying the rest of humanity.”

Y/N did a full stop, blinking rapidly and visibly leaning back as she processed that information as if she’d never heard of such a thing before. The sinking feeling in Levi’s gut seemed to solidify.

“We are going to come back to that, but for now, proving my point,” she eventually said, resuming her pace. “We have nothing like that. Sure, there’s the Great Wall of China and what’s left of the Berlin wall, but we don’t have any Maria, Rose, Sina, walls. The only titans I can think of are the beings that came before gods in Greek mythology. And I’m pretty sure humanity isn’t on the brink of destruction, because there’s billions worldwide.”

Levi held out a hand to stop her, doing his best to hide just how disturbed he was right now. Once again, he wasn’t recognizing some of the names she threw out, and what she was starting to suggest was crazy talk. “That’s impossible.”

“That’s my point--well, what I’m trying to say is going to sound absolutely insane. I’ve never been so glad in my life to read and watch a bunch of fiction,” she said with a slightly wistful look on her face before turning to face Levi entirely. “I don’t think we’re from the same world--or even the same universe,” she said, throwing her arms out wide.

Levi stared at her for a few moments, long enough that she put her arms down and asked, “What?”

“You’ve lost your damn mind,” he said flatly, turning to walk away and continue down the path. She jogged to catch back up, letting out a frustrated huff.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the only explanation I’ve got--have you got something better?” When Levi hesitated, she plowed forward. “I know you’re real, and you know I’m real--we’ve established that by now. You know where you come from, I know where I come from--and you’ve seen where I live, we’re here right now! So the Underground, these walls, whatever those Titans you mentioned are, they’re real, for you, but they’re not here where I live.”

“This has to be some kind of hallucination,” he muttered, a hand pressed to his forehead. It made sense. Maybe he wasn’t as adjusted as he thought he was, and this was a running hallucination he’d developed in his own mind to help him cope with his shit life.

Though he knew he wasn’t smart enough to come up with half the shit he saw when he was here.

But another world? That was insanity. It couldn’t be possible--it couldn’t!

Y/N grabbed his shoulders and made him face her, her face suddenly filled with surprising seriousness. “It’s not a hallucination!” she nearly shouted in a tone much harsher than he thought she might have intended for it to come out. “We’re both real--I can feel you, you can feel me. I’ve taken care of you, and you’ve helped me. We’ve played together, I’ve given you food, I’ve carried you on my back. I’m real, and you know it, just like I know you’re real despite what everyone else says.”

There were angry tears in her eyes, and for a moment, Levi got the sense that there was a lot more going on here with that exclamation than their current discussion. He was going to have to pry into that a little more later, but right now, they had to settle on a reality.

“Say I believe your crazy theory,” he said, easily pushing off her arms with one smooth motion as he spoke. “How the hell am I getting thrown into another world, or another universe, without any time passing in my world? And why, for that matter?”

“Time doesn’t pass in your world when you’re here?” she asked in a puzzled voice. Levi shifted uncomfortably.

“No. Except once,” he muttered, looking away, though he was certain that was an exception and had more to do with bouncing between--

Shit, he was buying into this already, wasn’t he?

“I don’t know how or why, I’m not Einstein, I just know it’s happening,” she said with a huff, starting back on the path again. The forest was coming closer, the same one they’d been in last time he thought, and a part of him recoiled inside at the thought of going back to the clearing.

He really hoped she had more tact than to try and bring them there.

“Also, why the hell aren’t you freaking out about all this? You’re way too calm,” he scowled.

“I’ve had time to go over my theory and come to terms with it. It’s the only explanation I have, so it’s the one I’m going with.”

Levi fell silent, frowning as he walked with her, that sinking feeling in his gut growing more prominent and defined.

If he believed her, and this was all a different world...that meant that no matter how much he clawed and fought his way up the food chain, he wasn’t going to reach this place. All of it was...unattainable, because it didn’t exist in /his/ world, and he never got to stay in this world.

It was fucked up.

And maybe that was part of the reason why he couldn’t accept it.

No, what he couldn’t accept was that he got to be teased with glimpses into another world, of a life he was denied and could never really have. The fucked up parts were the believable parts, what made this easier to swallow.

He could never stay, and there wasn’t anything like this for him to find in his world, so it was something he could never have shoved into his face but always slipping out of his grasp.

It fell perfectly in tune with the shit life he’d had so far.

Y/N grasped his wrist lightly, pulling him in the direction of a forest path. He lightly pulled his wrist free this time, and she turned her head away so he wouldn’t see her reaction. He was still following her into the forest, though--he just wasn’t letting her pull him along like a limp doll.

“I figured now that we know this is what’s happening--what might be happening--” she corrected after seeing the still-doubtful look on his face. If it was their reality, it was going to be a while for Levi to actually swallow it. “We can at least talk to each other about our realities. It might help us figure out what’s going on. Or at least make it more real. And we’ll know more about each other.”

Her tone sounded like she was trying to stay positive, but Levi was currently too caught up in the shitty end of the stick he was left holding while she seemed ecstatic, like she was discovering new land and reading a good book. It made him feel sick. She got all the good parts of this situation, a friend and a discovery, but what did he get? He was the starving man in front of the feast he couldn’t have.

“What’s the fucking point?” he said venomously, and she came to a full halt at his tone, taken aback and--now he could see it--hurt by his tone. But he pressed on, hurt and angry himself at the unfairness of the situation. “Sure, it’s all great for you, so fucking exciting, but me? My life’s shit. Before I found my way to the surface, I thought this was right there if I tried hard enough, but now--now you’re telling me it’s a whole ‘nother world. What the fuck is this for me other than the universe showing me more shit I can’t have? What’s the point if I’m just going to keep getting kicked back into the goddamn dirt every time I see this place. It doesn’t even fucking matter, does it?” Levi fumed.

It had to be the most he’d ever spoken to her at once, and here he was using it to shoot barbs at her. But right now he was too mad to care.

Her eyes were downcast, lips pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched. She might have been on the edge of tears. In that moment, he started to regret his barbed words. Yes, he was angry. In the past he’d envied her what she had, but it had always been soothed by the thought that he might be able to reach it in the future. He didn’t have that anymore. So far, he’d always been here in flickers, a few days at the most before he was inevitably sent back to the exact moment he’d left.

What did it matter if he couldn’t stay? What did it matter if nothing changed? This was her reality, she got to stay here, while he was kicked back into the dirt--literally. He hated it, and he thought a part of him might hate her for it.

“It’s still real, though,” she said softly, her voice a mere whisper and trembling with her barely held back tears. “Your time here isn’t any less real. It still counts for something.”

”...I didn’t want you to be alone…”

”I’m happy you came back, Levi.” “Me too.” “You’ll have to go back though, right?” “Yeah.” “Promise you’ll come back, again?” “All Right.”

Piano music filtered through the air, soft and gentle, even if it occasionally stuttered or halted under fingers that were still learning.

“I won’t leave, Levi. Not really. I’ll always be here when you need me most. I’m usually here waiting and looking for you to come back, anyway.”

”Let’s get you home so you can get clean.”

He was surrounded in warmth and comfort, a hand gently rubbing his back, another small body curled up close to him, offering him companionship and care...

”You’re going to be okay...I’m right here…

Levi looked away.

She was right. He was just letting his anger get the best of him. It still mattered. Every bit of it. Or was he really going to say that every kindness she’d extended to him meant nothing because she happened to--damn, he was admitting it--be from another world? No. Those kindnesses had meant everything to him--especially when they first met. When Kenny left. And recently…

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, feeling chastised by himself for speaking so harshly to her and making her tear up. Shit, what was wrong with him?

She didn’t say anything. The silence stretched a little longer between them before she spoke up again.

“Tell me about where you come from?” she asked timidly, and Levi looked at her doubtfully again, thinking of all those times he’d stayed quiet to shelter her from his reality. Now he knew even the surface was worse than anything she had to deal with here, after that comment about humanity not being on the brink of extinction and Titans not even being a reality here.

“I want to understand…” she hesitated, withdrew into herself a little, and backtracked to rephrase her words. What had she been about to say? “Maybe if I know more about where you’re from, I can understand why this is difficult for you? I don’t want to be insensitive or ignorant, I just...I just want to help. And I can help better if I know,” she finished in a tiny voice.

“You don’t want to know about where I’m from--” Levi started to say dismissively, but she cut him off with that rare spark he kept glimpsing returning for a brief moment.

“I do,” she said firmly, a hard edge in her eyes before her features softened again. “Besides, if you explain what your world is like, it might make explaining mine a little easier.”

She always charged in headfirst with the emotional stuff before adding the emotional stuff to try and be convincing.

He didn’t like the thought of exposing her to the dark underbelly that was his world, but she was so earnest--she really did want to understand, and as long as he’d known her, she’d always wanted to help in some way or another. She’d always been helpful and caring, and he really hoped that talking about a place as dark as where he came from wasn’t going to taint that.

“Fine.”

He would talk about it, but he was still going to try and water it down for her sake. She didn’t need to know the gritty details, just the general gist of what his world was like. He could spend his time focusing on the technical parts and gloss over the graphicness of his life.

The two of them kept walking down the path until they found a stump to sit on just off the path, sitting side by side on the rim of the stump as they started to talk about their worlds, where they were from, what it was like, and answered questions from one another about certain details or things they had.

He felt shaken after their conversation.

The way she talked about her world, it made it look like Levi was stuck in the stone age or something. Machines that did chores for them and performed crafting tasks that for him there were entire professional trades revolving around, transportation without horses, boats that flew in the air, lights that ran on some kind of power like lightning, machines to control the temperature inside houses, a world brimming with people and no man eating creatures bent on destroying them.

Besides man itself.

Hell, he began to wonder why there would be any interest in his world once he realized just how behind his world was. Of course it was a different world, but still, it was even less interesting when Levi was trapped below ground and couldn’t tell her much about the world above him besides what he’d heard in stories and the brief glimpse he got running around trying to find her.

She did slip up and say that it was like something out of one of her dark fantasy books, but she’d caught how insensitive that had sounded and quickly apologized, cheeks burning.

There was plenty to talk about and discover about their worlds, but after a while, their throats started to hurt from all the talking, and they grew quiet. Leaning against one another on the stump, Levi gazed up at the canopy of trees above them, listening to the sounds of the forest and Y/N’s breathing beside him.

“Levi?” she eventually asked in a soft voice. He shifted slightly to look at her, wondering what she would ask about next.

“What happened? The last time you where here?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t want to know,” he said bluntly, voice coming off stiff and distant.

��I’m not stupid. I know it was bad. I know you got really hurt...and there’s only one way there was that much blood afterwards--”

“Stop asking,” Levi cut her off, pulling away and standing up again to walk a few steps away and try and cool down. Not only did he not want her to know what had happened, to not realize where he lived was that dangerous, but he didn’t want to be thinking about it, he didn’t want to be reliving it.

He turned back to face her, and she’d pulled her knees up to her chest, looking every bit the kid that they both still were. Though they sure weren’t acting like it. His situation explained itself. Hers? She was starting to show a maturity beyond her age with how she’d handled the last experience.

Now that he thought about it...even when they’d been smaller, with all the times she’d asked to play games and have fun, she’d had an...awareness, about her. There was the discussion they’d had after she’d been beat up at school, and the time when her parents were fighting about her father going back to war. Hell, she’d said it herself when they were younger that she’d noticed he didn’t play enough. Just because she was always acting carefree and playful around him didn’t mean she lacked maturity. She might have been doing it for his sake this entire time.

He needed to give her more credit. He still wasn’t going to willingly dump the fucked up parts of his life on her, but at least he could be a little wiser about her maturity and know better than to treat her like an ignorant child, even by accident.

“Okay,” she relented, her voice still low and soft. “But Levi? If you ever need to talk, or anything else, I’ll be here...okay?”

Levi didn’t answer or nod, looking back at the ground. He knew she would--she always had been so far, even if she didn’t understand. He knew she’d be there in the future, as long as he kept coming back here.

After a few more moments of silence, Y/N got to her feet again, facing him fully. “Well, we should probably head back to my house--it’ll get dark soon, and if my mom comes home and I’m gone for too long she’ll freak out. I can play the piano for you some more!” she offered cheerfully.

She really was on a mission to bolster his spirits whenever they were together, wasn’t she? Still, Levi shrugged and walked back over to her. “Knock yourself out,” he said casually, though he did feel that spark of interest inside him. He did like listening to her play the piano, and he never turned her down when she offered to play.

As they were walking back, something occurred to Levi, and he looked up at Y/N with slightly narrowed eyes. “Earlier...you said no one believed you when you mentioned me? You had your stuff taken for lying that one time, but you said you didn’t lie.”

Her face fell slightly, and she nodded reluctantly. “When we were younger my mom just wrote it off as me talking about imaginary friends. But when I kept talking about you despite being old enough to grow out of it, and I kept insisting you were real, they got worried. It stopped for a while after you brought me home because the cops had seen you too, even if it was briefly. But now...she has me seeing a doctor because I keep insisting you’re real.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of that statement falling over him and a few of her words shifting into sharper clarity and impact. He hadn’t known she was having to defend his existence over here--he hadn’t even known she’d told anyone else about him. And to hear her mother thought she was crazy talking about a boy her mother had never seen but had somehow followed them through all their moves across the country. It seemed like she was a hair’s breadth away from being called crazy, all because she refused to deny that he was real, even if he wasn’t around.

No wonder she’d reacted so strongly when he denied this was happening and it was some sick hallucination.

His jaw clenched, as did his hand at his side out of her view.

It was the best answer he could give. A sense of solidarity, and a removal of doubt from the one person she’d thought wouldn’t deny the reality of what was happening.

“I know you’re real, too.”

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Chapter 20: B-word

Grace woke up to the soft glow of Paul’s digital clock on his nightstand: it read 5:02 a.m.. She felt exceptionally warm, a feeling she was coming to be very familiar with sleeping in bed with a member of the pack. Paul’s white t-shirt hung loose on her frame and was the only thing she was wearing. She crept out of bed to the bathroom quickly to pee. When she looked in the mirror to take in the state of herself, she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and she let her fingers caress the red warmth. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes held their half lidded shape somewhere between sleep and a flutter of immense pleasure. Her mind lingered back to just a few hours ago as she and Paul were clutched together, Grace on top of him this time moving needy and quick over him as he cradled his hands on her hips and ass helping her to move up and down on him and sucking softly at her breast.

She pulled the hand across her mouth back to gingerly touch her lips that were swollen and soft from rough, wanting kisses that asked for more and more. She quickly combed fingers through her hair to smooth it down, snapping herself from her reverie, and then crept back into Paul’s room looking for her clothes. She had to get back to the Cullen’s before Bella woke up. She was going to tell Bella about Paul, but she just didn’t want to cause a fuss so early in the morning. As she shuffled quietly around the room gathering her things, she heard Paul stir from the bed.

“Mmm, where do you think you’re going before the sun’s even up?” his deep morning voice made her lower body tingle and she smiled warmly, whispering:

“I don’t want anyone to think I’ve been kidnapped and my honor taken under the cover of night. I have a reputation to remain on this rez,” Grace laughed. As she spotted her underwear just under his bed and leaned close to get it, he reached out with one swift arm and grabbed her. She shrieked trying to turn out of his grasp, but he held fast and pulled her to him, pressing her back against his warm chest. Grace giggled and tried to pretend to struggle against him as the hand he had wrapped around her belly snaked its way up toward her breasts.

“Paul for real, I gotta go!” Grace protested only half serious. He smiled, kissing on her neck and grumbling low in her ear:

“You wiggling is not helping your case here.” She could feel how much isn’t wasn’t helping, alright. Paul hadn’t bothered to put his boxers back on after the third time they’d gone at each other last night, so there was nothing between them—she felt him pressed against her back loud and clear.

“They’re going to worry!” Grace tried again, turning her head ever so slightly so his kisses could land closer to her lips.

“Letting my nearly naked girlfriend leave my bed to run back to house full of vampires does not appeal at all to your short-fuse boyfriend,” his other hand had pushed under her waist and was moving it’s way down her hips, sliding between her thighs and pushing them open. Grace let out a gasp as he gently stroked her there—she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, triggering an eagerness in Paul to roughly kiss on her throat and clutch her breast.

“Say you’re my boyfriend again,” Grace exhaled, eyes still closed. Paul chuckled running his lips across the edge of her ear before saying,

“Maybe later. Don’t want to wear my name out,” he teased before fully cupping her mound and pushing down, causing Grace to instinctively arch her back. He quickly entered her from behind, rushing into her and causing Grace to let out a sharp cry before happily matching his rhythm as early morning light poured through his window.

6:14 a.m.

Grace clicked the front door of the Cullen home softly behind her before hurrying up the steps to her guest room. On the landing, Rosalie was standing at the other end of the hallway, arms crossed and giving her a knowing smile.

“And where have you been all night?” Rosalie asked, not trying to keep her voice down. Grace looked around panicked and held out a hand.

“I was, was, was, uuuuhh, tending to business on the rez,” Grace said quickly and not convincingly.

“Well, your business stinks. I can smell you from here,” Rosalie wrinkled her nose and turned to walk back toward the study.

“Thanks,” Grace breathed to an empty hallway before quickly retreating into the guest room. She made a beeline for the shower, trying to smell herself. She didn’t think she smelled that bad, but who knows.

Grace took her time in the shower, letting her mind wander back to last night as she touched parts of her body that Paul had lingered on, clutched to, or gripped. She knew what would be waiting for her on the other side of all of this. Someone was going to get hurt, but she needed to sit in this moment of happiness for just a moment longer.

Before she had left, much to the continued protesting of Paul, she begged him to do his best not to let what had happened creep into his head during rounds. He gave her a wicked grin and had the audacity to ask why, before she let out an aggravated groan and said: “I’d really like all of this to be a ‘your-eyes-only’ thing.”

She motioned up and down to her body which Paul was aggressively staring at.

“Say no more,” he said seriously. Grace had a feeling that watching a pack member drool over or make a comment about Paul’s picture of her naked body would result in some serious mauling.

Grace didn’t bother drying her hair, opting to let it dry natural and wavy before pulling on some dark wash jeans, a black fitted t-shirt and grey zip up sweatshirt. Grace plugged in her phone and before going downstairs to appear totally normal and not like she had been rolling around in bed with her newly anointed boyfriend last night, she checked her phone.

SMS Text—6:33 a.m.: Paul

Be safe. I’ll call you after rounds tonight

Signed, your boyfriend.

Grace laughed before quickly typing her reply:

I will. Thanks for last night < 3

I’ll talk to you soon, from your very exhausted girlfriend

She clipped her phone shut and left it on the nightstand and contemplated mussing up her sheets to make it look like she had slept there last night. Shaking her head, she left them perfectly made up instead and made her way down to the kitchen, peeking around the corner to scope it out before busting in like she owned the place.

Alice was tentatively at the stove prodding at pancakes when Grace came into view with her hands folded in front of her.

“Good morning!” Alice cried. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you’d be up so early!” Alice said, a tone of lilted recognition in her voice.

“Oh!” Grace said a little surprised as she came to sit at the island across from Alice, “Just an early riser, I guess. School’s been a grind lately so I’m used to it I guess.”

“Right,” Alice looked at her with a knowing smile and then back at her pancakes, “Well! Breakfast is not ready just yet, I’m trying to learn the perfect brown of a pancake, but they’ll be ready before you know it! Help yourself to some coffee.”

Bella woke up a couple hours later and stumbled still in her pajamas into the kitchen while Grace and Alice chatted away easily.

“You’re chipper this morning,” Bella said off hand through a yawn as Alice placed a cup of tea in front of her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Grace said aghast. Could Bella really tell so quickly?

“Pink cheeks, happier than I’ve seen in weeks,” Bella said sleepily as she leaned into her cup. Grace looked at her over her second cup of coffee and raised her eyebrows. “You’re happy is all, jeez,” Bella laughed.

“Thank you, I am. Very happy.” She enunciated the last two words and broke out in a giggles as she made eye contact with Alice. Grace had found it very easy to get along with a feel close with Alice. She understood now why Bella liked her too. Alice was easy to love, warm, knowing, but always true.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bella echoed Grace’s earlier statement. Alice finished cutting some fresh bright peppers and scattered them elegantly across Bella’s stack of pancakes before sliding it in front of her.

Alice looked to Grace for permission who gave a short nod and eye roll before Alice blurted out excitedly, “She’s got a boyfriend. A real official boyfriend!” She finished the announcement with a squeal of utter delight. Bella almost choked on her tea.

“What?! Oh my god, really? Jake?!” Bella said wide eyed. It was Grace’s turn to choke on her coffee. Between cough and sputters that she got out she shook her head no.

“No! No, no, no. Paul!” Grace said before clearing her throat and saying, “Paul Lahote is my boyfriend.” The words rolled off her tongue easily and she liked the taste of them. Paul Lahote was hers. Her boyfriend. She crossed her legs to help quiet the throb that had returned when she thought about last night. Get a grip, Grace. She told herself.

“Oh Paul!” Bella said somewhat surprised before she changed her tone and said, “That’s so great! You guys are-are great together.”

“Yikes, Bella,” Rosalie said as she entered the kitchen and sat next to Grace. Bella squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

“It’s an easy mistake to make,” Grace interjected. “Honestly, I get around,” she toasted herself and bust out laughing. Bella relaxed and laughed to shaking her head.

“So what happened?” Rosalie asked, her eyes curious and invested. Grace wasn’t sure why Rosalie seemed to like Grace as much as she did. The entire night before when they were in the girl’s night part of their sleepover, she had doted on Grace, fixing her hair, pushing back her cuticles, tending to her like a doll. Curious.

“Uh, well,” Grace looked from Rosalie to Alice. They of course knew that she had snuck out the night before and now it was clear where she had been.

“You don’t have to say,” Alice suddenly waved it off.

“Nooo!” Both Rosalie and Bella chorused, surprising each other.

“No secrets, remember?” Bella said. Grace looked to her and then bit her lip, holding back a smile and said:

“I went to see him last night. He texted me and well, he gets under my skin, you know.” Grace said, suddenly getting nervous at all of the eyes on her. “And…”

“And?” Rosalie prompted.

“We… we had sex,” Grace finally got out closing her eyes tight and letting the exulatations from the others rush over her. “Like a lot...of sex.”

“Oh my god,” Bella said, blushing profusely. She was suddenly hiding her face in her tea.

“Oh, I forgot, Bella’s a little virgin. Not too many details now, Grace,” Rosalie chided. Bella’s face flamed hot as she looked up with a grimace.

“Rosalie,” Alice groaned. Grace looked quickly to Bella.

“Bella, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Grace started to which Bella became even more embarrassed.

“Oh jeez, please don’t apologize. I’m not some innocent little baby. I know what sex is. I grew up sharing a house with Renee, remember? She wasn’t entirely secretive about her conquests.” Bella stammered trying to gain some composure.

“Okay,” Grace said still apologetically. Rosalie leaned in and said quietly.

“So how was it?” Grace blushed and tried to hold in her giddy laughter. She was a woman possessed. And she leaned into Rosalie, while Alice tried to feign disinterest but still leaned toward them while Grace tried to spill some details.

Bella speared a strawberry and looked out the window.

Back at home, Grace unpacked her bag and started a load of laundry. When she returned to her room, Bella was sitting on her bed picking at the tips of her fingers.

“Bella?” Grace asked. Bella looked up suddenly and said.

“You can tell me stuff, you know. I’m not a total prude.” Bella said a little dejectedly.

“Oh my god,” Grace said as she dropped her laundry basket and moved to sit next to her. “I know! And it’s not a big deal really. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You just seemed….uncomfortable.”

Bella fidgeted some more. “I wasn’t. I just-” Grace looked to Bella’s fingers. “I know me and Edward aren’t there yet, but I can still talk about these things.”

“I know! And hey, it’s totally okay to go at your own pace okay? I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. Come here,” She pulled Bella into a hug, “You’re like my sister. Okay?”

“Okay,” Bella mumbled into her hair letting out a light laugh. They each pulled back from the hug.

“No secrets,” Grace said holding out her pinky. Bella let out a laugh and looped her pinky with hers.

“No secrets.” They sat quietly for a second swinging their pinkies back and forth before Bella shyly asked, “So...what was it like? Was it your first time or?”

Grace broke into an overwhelming bright smile.

“So, if I’m being totally honest, no it wasn’t my first time. Brad Boychen was my first, ugh,” Grace stuck out her tongue and pointed to the back of her throat indicating a gag, “But this time, everything felt so new and right and he was so sweet.” Grace felt her hand creeping up to hold around her neck. “And I honestly can’t stop thinking about it. He just knew what to do, and I felt like with him, I knew what to do too. We just clicked together.” Grace flushed and let out a sigh before looking at Bella who was enraptured.

“How did you know he wanted to...you know?” Bella blushed and then forced herself to proceed, “I mean, how did you know that you were ready to have sex. With him i mean.”

“Well, I honestly did not know when I went over there last night that that was the plan. Like at all. But when I got there, I just felt like something had changed between us and we acknowledged something in each other we knew had been building for awhile. It was definitely a mutual decision. He waited for cues and I responded to those cues I think. Does that make sense?” Grace cocked her head to one side.

“Did he initiate it? Or did you?”

“Definitely him, he said he was tired of the ‘back and forth’ so he was making a decision. And then he just kissed me and-” Grace paused smiling again, shaking her head. “It just happened. And it was so wonderful.” Grace watched Bella’s face carefully for the next few minutes. It seemed like she was mulling something over so Grace went out on a limb, “Are you and Edward thinking about….you know?” Grace nudged Bella with her shoulder.

Bella’s gaze shot up and her eyes were wide, “Oh no! No definitely not. I mean….Edward is….very old fashioned,” she scoffed. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.” she admitted.

Grace paused before asking her next question. “Can I ask? Ummm, like how will that work? I don’t claim to be an expert on the mechanics of vampire-human sex, but...I don’t if you had..thought about it?” Grace stumbled over that last bit and blushed profusely. She really didn’t hope Bella thought that she was thinking about how her and her boyfriend would have sex.

“I think it works like normal?” Bella said a little unsure. “I mean, we’ve definitely gotten to a point where I thought things were about to go farther, but he always stops. It’s so….” she made a face, “Frustrating. I totally get that he wants to wait, but if it was up to me…” Bella stalled there, letting her curtain of hair cover her face.

“Woah, Bella,” Grace said jokingly, “You’re a total sex freak.”

Bella’s jaw dropped before she made a sound of protest and smacked Grace with her history binder.

“Whatever,” she laughed, “I’m not the one having wild all nighter sex with a half human, half wolf.”

“Hey, he’s fully human when we do it,” Grace laughed. She heard a car horn honk out in front and looked over her shoulder.

“Who’s that?” Bella said. Grace crawled across Bella’s bed and opened her window that looked over the front yard. Paul was leaning against the passenger side door of his forerunner, arms crossed in a cream colored crew neck sweater and jeans, smiling up at her when she leaned out.

“What are you doing here?” She called out, a smile breaking over her face and her belly swelling with warmth already.

“Come down from your balcony, Juliet so I can say hi to you the right way.” Paul called back up. Delighted, she pulled back from the window and bolted toward her door saying over her shoulder, “It’s Paul!” to Bella. Once down the stairs, she pulled on her boots and bounded out the front door, running full tilt toward him and crashing into his open arms.

They’re lips collided effortlessly and he kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in weeks, holding her to him and lifting her body up off the ground. When she broke away from the kiss she said, breathy: “Hi.”

He put his forehead to hers, kissing gently at her nose before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Was that the right way to say hello?” Grace asked, cocking her head to the side and feeling her feet touch the ground.

“To your boyfriend, yes,” Paul laughed, leaning down to softly kiss her again.

“What are you doing here, again?” Grace asked.

“It’s bonfire night babe. Go get dressed.” Paul patted her hip and let another hand come up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re ‘coming out’ tonight, so I want to show you off a little bit”

“Oh!” Grace said, her eyes widening nervously. Did everyone already know?

“Word gets around the rez,” Paul said shrugging and letting his hands move up and down her arms instinctively to warm her up. “Don’t worry, your rep is cleanly in tact. Pack’s honor.” Grace laughed at this and kissed him again, relishing in the feeling of getting to do it anytime she wanted.

“Okay, just give me ten minutes?” Grace said stepping back. Paul nodded and Grace turned to jog inside.

In her bedroom she got dressed quickly, pulling on a cream colored chunky knit sweater with a thick turtle neck to match Paul’s and some black, tight jeans. She ran a brush through her hair a few times and opted to tie half of it up in a loose knot, letting the rest fall down around her shoulders. It was getting long, she’d need to get it cut soon. She patted some orange red lip tint on that blushed against her warm brown skin.

“Can you do me a favor?” Grace said over her should to Bella who was propped on her bed with a book.

“Yeah, sure.” Bella said.

“Can you cover for me? I might be getting home kind of late tonight.” Grace said smiling knowingly. Bella smiled.

“Of course!” Bella replied.

“Are you going to be okay tonight?”

“Oh yeah, Edward should be here soon.” Bella said. Grace came over and kissed the top of her head before waving goodbye and hurtling down the steps, pulling on her boots once more before she skipped down the steps toward Paul.

He broke into a wide smile and when she reached him again, he bent his head down and kissed her softly before whispering, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” she smiled up at him. He opened the passenger door for her and when she got in he closed it behind her.

When he hopped into the driver seat, he took her hand into his and said “Ready?”

“Ready.” She breathed. She hadn’t been this excited since her junior prom. Something about declaring her and Paul as a couple to the rez felt so satisfying and nerve wracking and thrilling.

He pulled her hand up to his lips to kiss and then they were off, the sun just beginning to set behind them.

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