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You're dead to me [5]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, sad and vulnerable Jake, angsty, happy reader?

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"Daddy, will you be my daddy forever?", you babbled thoughtlessly as your cheek is pressed against his shoulder, looking up at him from your position. The two of you lay in his bed as you couldn't sleep without him. A chuckle left his lips, making his chest vibrate against your skin. You giggled at the feeling and wrapped your arms a little tighter around his head. His hand was on your back, rubbing it reassuringly making you feel sleepy. He playfully rubs his cheek against yours, knowing his stubbles will tickle you. Just like he expected, the loudest giggles left your lips at the feeling. "As long as you want me to. And even if you don't want me as your daddy anymore, I will always be." You frowned at that response, pulling away from him as you sit on his chest, putting your hands on both of his cheeks as you squeezed them together, "You'll be my daddy forever!!"

"Don't touch me, Sully!!" You couldn't help but scream and wail at the sight of him, now that he finally realized who you were to him. It was like all the emotions you tried to keep in decided to escape all that once, making you feel so overwhelmed to the point you started sobbing out of frustration. Jake got closer to you, now on his knees as he slid closer to you with a desperate expression written on his face. Even on his knees, he was taller than you, his figure looming over you while he moved closer to your panicked self. The sight of you frantically trying to get away from him made his eyes tear up, "my baby please-" he got closer to you to attempt to comfort you, but you screamed right in his face as he tried to, "I'M NOT YOUR BABY." You hugged yourself as you leaned against the wall, loud sobs leaving your lips in an attempt to calm down. Yet it doesn't seem to work. You couldn't stop your sobs, when you did they only got worse. "I need you to listen to me, please," Jake finally sat in front of you. He really wanted to have you in his arms, hugging you tightly against his chest, but he knew that if he did that, talking to you would only be harder as you would be focusing on pushing him away. So he sat there, waiting patiently as he watched you with a loving glance. The last time he saw you, you were a tiny and adorable girl on his lap. Now you were a warrior and on top of that one of the best of your class. He felt so much pride for what you had become and wished he could have watched you grow up. Hence this was the time to redeem himself, be a better dad for you, be there for you, and make up for all the lost time. For you, he would wait for ages if that meant for you to forgive him. "I don't want to see you, go away!" You balled your fists as you punched his chest, a huff leaving Jake's lips as you did so. Your punches were genuine as his chest actually started burning from the painful punches you left him. But he let you, he let you take your emotions out on him. Because even though it hurt, the way he hurt you for leaving most likely left an even bigger scar. "Why won't you go away?!" "Because I won't leave you alone again. Let's talk, I need to talk to you."

Talk? He wanted to talk? He wanted to talk after years of leaving your side?

You actually laughed at how stupid he sounded, eyes wide open as an unreadable expression was written on your face. Dry tears stained your cheeks and your hair was a mess because of your frantic movements. Your eyes were expressionless, yet at the same time, he could read how you felt. "There is nothing to talk about," you pushed your sharp nail into his chest, "between us. You left me, abandoned me. DO YOU KNOW HOW I FELT?!" He wanted to protest, beg you to listen. Hell, he would even submit in front of his entire clan if that meant that you would listen to him. He finally wrapped his arms around you, a sob leaving his lips as he felt your warmth. "I am so sorry for leaving you, I just wanted the best for us, for you. I wanted to make you happy, but I failed in doing so. I should have talked to you instead of leaving you so suddenly. I should have given you a choice as well. I love you, I'm so sorry." Jake was ranting desperately at this point. He probably didn't make any sense, but he still had to try with anything he could. Your eyes widen at the gesture, the feeling of his warmth so familiar yet so unknown. You knew you had to pull away, so you bathed in his warmth one more time before putting all your strength in your chest. You leaned forward and put your hands on his chest, gathering all your strength in your arms to push him off you in one go. The push actually knocked Jake out of his balance, and he fell on his back. He watched you with a tear-stained expression, shaking his head as he couldn't form a single word. You rushed to the door with your back faced towards him, grabbing your mask to pull it over your face. You then turn your head to the side, looking at him with a look that could kill. The look of a warrior with a job. "You are dead to me, Jake Sully. We are nothing but strangers. Treat me as your acquaintance, for we are nothing more than that." And you left. The same way he did all those years ago. For Jake, those words were the final straw. He was seated on his knees as his elbows were on the cold floor, hot tears rolling down his cheeks as loud sobs left his lips. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He repeated the words a million times, hoping they would reach you as he crumbled apart. No strength left to continue as the pain and guilt succumbed to his entire mind, body, and soul. Both Max and Norm emerged from the back of the facility, as well as the other scientists who heard the commotion. They watched how Jake Sully crumbled apart like a broken wall after an earthquake. Both knew he deserved the harsh reality of his actions, yet they couldn't help but feel pity as they watched their friend in his most vulnerable state.

You walked through the Pandorean forests to clear your mind, your eyes bloodshot red from the amount of crying you did. You sniffed inside your mask as your hands were balled into fists. You were so angry. Angry at him for leaving, angry at yourself for acting this way, angry at the world for taking him away from you. You didn't know how far you walked, but for now you could care less. You needed some quiet, alone time. Away from all the conflicts and responsibilities. Mindlessly walking through the forest, you arrived at this beautiful scenery: a river running through the forest, decorated with blooming flowers and logs to sit on. The sight was beautiful, something you truly missed having on planet earth. Mother nature, without any form of buildings or technology that ruined the place. You took a seat on one of the logs, adjusting yourself as you put your feet cross-legged. You closed your eyes as you listened to your surroundings: the running river, your steady breathing. Your lips are pursed when you let the tears escape. You didn't try to stop them anymore, it would only hurt more if you did so. You let them silently roll down your cheeks as you bathed in the sun. As you were focused on your hearing, you heard something different in the order. Leaves rustling through the wind. Your eyebrows raise as you stopped your sobs, keeping quiet to await the same sound. Yet it never came while the wind was still blowing. You steadily move your hand towards your hip to take your hunter's knife out of the holder. In one swift move, you turn your body around, leaning one knee on the log as your other leg was on the mossy ground, knife in front of you in a defensive position while the other hand was sheathed on the handle of your katana. You raised your eyebrows when you came face to face with four Na'vi kids, one of them being Neteyam Sully. Your knife was directly pointing against the Na'vi walking in front of the group, who had his arms in the air in defense. "Mawey, mawey." Neteyam stepped closer to you as he put his hand on your arm, lowering the knife. You sighed in relief at the sighting of a familiar face. If it was a Palulukan you would have accepted defeat. "What are you doing here?" He asked you again, stepping in front of the three other Na'vi as he took a seat next to you. "I'm just trying to clear my head, you know." You sat back on the log comfortably as you closed your eyes yet again.

"Are you our sister?"

"Lo'ak!!"

Your eyes widen at the question, watching the four kids as they all had different expressions written on their faces. "What? That's why we came looking for her right? Don't act like you all didn't come with me for that." The Na'vi named Lo'ak said as a matter of fact, taking a seat on the mossy ground as he watched you with curiosity. "I mean I came because adventure! Hii I'm Tuk!" This little adorable girl came up to you and you couldn't help but boom at her, "Hii Tuk I'm (Y/N), aren't you a pretty girl?" Tuk flushed as a response, "thank you!! This is my sister Kiri and my brother Lo'ak. You already know Neteyam!" You smiled at her innocence, seeing yourself in her as she started rambling about whatever. Neteyam pulled Tuk closer to him as he put her on his lap, still weary being in the presence of a human, being a momma's boy and all. Kiri took a seat next to Lo'ak who was still staring at you, "You still didn't answer my question." He earned a slap from Kiri as a response, her eyes rolling before she turned to look at you with a reassuring smile, "I'm so sorry about him. You don't have to tell you if you don't want to." You watched the four siblings, your four siblings, with a pursed smile. They deserved to know the truth, but were you the one to tell them? "We already know, if you are our father's adopted daughter, about your childhood." Your eyebrows raised in surprise at Neteyam's words, "did he tell you?" This time Lo'ak was the one to respond, "we may have overheard dad talking to mom about it, about you." That meant he talked about your parents as well. You didn't know how to feel about this situation. Should you tell them? They didn't deserve to not know about their sibling if they wanted to see you as one. They deserved the truth as you both had the same father. So you replied, "yes, yes I am. I'm (Y/N) (L/N) Sully, adopted by Jake Sully at birth."

Their eyes widen in surprise. Tuk tried to jump up from excitement, but Neteyam held her tightly against his chest, "so you're my older sister?" His eyes twinkled, even though he is trying to hide the fact that he was feeling kind of happy about having an older sister, not needing to share the responsibilities alone. If you wanted to acknowledge them as your siblings that is. You smiled at the way his ears perked up and nodded your head, "do you need some younger brother babying now that you know you aren't the oldest anymore?" You said it in a teasing tone, but you actually meant most of it. As the older sibling, he must have a lot of responsibilities with the way he is told to call his own dad 'sir'. Neteyam's cheeks flush as he let out an annoyed huff, still shielding you from Tuk if you were to try anything funny. "This is actually so cool! We have a human sister!" Lo'ak exclaimed and moved a little closer to you, "and we have the same alien hands!" You chuckled a bit at his silly behavior, he must be the odd one out of the family. "What is earth like?" Kiri asked suddenly, since her biological mother is a human and her adopted father used to be one as well. "Yes what's it like! Dad never speaks to his life on earth.. well we know now why but- ow!!" Kiri hissed at her younger brother, pinching him in the arm. Your eyes faltered at the mention of your dad and Neteyam seemed to notice this. He wanted to comfort you, yet was still weary of you. But you were his sister right? And come to protect Pandora from your own species right? He was in conflict with himself, but when he heard your silent sniff with his hearing, Neteyam immediately pulls your small body against his much larger one. You smiled at the warm and welcoming feeling. Now you didn't only have Seb and Raja as your family, but also your four siblings. You turned to Kiri and flashed her a small smile, "well, earth is so much more different than here. Nature is slowly disappearing as they ruin it all."

"They?" Lo'ak asked curiously and you nod at his question, "my species, humans. They destroy nature to build buildings, houses, companies you call it."

"What are companies?" This time Tuk asked a question, her eyes filled with curiosity as she learned something new from you. "Let me give you an example. So you hunt for food right? Say, you hunt a lot of that food all at once and you give it to people, but you want something in return. That's what companies do."

"But that's terrible, to kill so much all at once," Neteyam whispered under his breath. As a warrior, he had learned to appreciate nature, kill an animal respectfully, and thank it for feeding them. But this? Killing animals mercilessly? That goes against all of his norms and values. You nodded your head, "it's why so many animals go extinct on my planet. The humans are killing their mother," you took your hunter's knife and played with it while you continued your sentence, "but not everyone is so bad. I met wonderful people back on earth. People that fought against the cruel ways that destroy the planet." You looked up at Neteyam and Tuk, then Lo'ak and lastly Kiri, "I'm here to protect you all as well. As a warrior and a sister." Your hand carefully went to caress Neteyam's cheek, "worry no more baby bro, I'll be the one to keep you safe."

The five of you talked all day, they were such nice company. You mainly talked about yourselves, because most noticed how talking about Jake made your mood instantly drop. Most, because Lo'ak was as oblivious as ever. Neteyam wasn't usually one to disobey orders, so when he noticed how it was almost past eclipse, he shot up from his seat, "guys we gotta go, it's going to be dark soon and it's dangerous to be out around eclipse." He held Tuk's hand as he moved his gaze to you, "you should come to high camp with us. The lab is too far away and you need to be there tomorrow anyway." Your eyes shot up in surprise, "tomorrow?" You didn't know anything about tomorrow. Did you miss anything on the planning? Neteyam nodded at your question, "yes tomorrow, no one told you?" You shrugged in return, "I could have missed that part. The two other warriors I am with were busy today in different clans and I had to stay at lab, so I haven't spoken to them since." You explained to your younger brother. Both Raja and Seb had to go to two different clans. Being one of the best warriors, they had to watch over some important stuff for a while. You stayed at the lab, in case there were any emergencies. Kiri already called for her Ikran, a loud screech leaving her lips as she did so, "come on Tuk!" She called out to her youngest sibling. Kiri's Ikran lands swiftly on the mossy ground as it let out a screech. Your eyes widen in admiration, "wow... They're much bigger in real life." You only read about Ikran's in books and illustrations, but this was an insane experience for you. Tuk ran up to Kiri as the two of them got on her Ikran, Tuk sitting in front as she leaned against her sister's chest. Neteyam, as well as Lo'ak called for their Ikran, the same screech leaving their lips. "She's riding with me, Lo'ak. I don't want her getting in even more conflict with dad than she already is." Lo'ak sighed loudly, knowing that Neteyam was right, as he climbed onto his own Ikran. Your eyes sparkled as she ran up to your brother, "I'm sitting on your ikran?! Right now?!" He chuckled at your excitement, happy that he didn't see any tears anymore. The hint of sadness was still slightly displayed in his eyes and the way your cheeks were covered in dried-up tears, but he was happy that their presence made you feel a tad bit happier. He took you in his arms as he lifted you on his banshee, "shh, we are flying with three today." He whispered against his Ikran's head, patting her on her face before he got up the banshee with ease. "Okay hold on here and trust me, alright?" He held your hands as he showed you where to hold them. You smiled cheeky, never so ready for something before.

Jake's flight back to high camp was depressing. His banshee, bob, also felt the distress, guilt, and conflict because of the bond that kept them connected. The ride to high camp felt extremely long and draining, all his energy seemed to disappear. His eyes felt heavy as the tears couldn't stop flowing, the wind making it worse as it burned his eyes even further. After you ran out, Norm and Max tried to talk some sense into him. Yet he couldn't their words clearly. He seemed to be in a trance, unable to move as your words rang into his head.

You're dead to me, Jake Sully.

He shook his head to forget them. No, he wouldn't end it at this. Not like that.

Not again.

A/N: tysm for reading!! Reader is finally smiling thanks to the Sully kids hearteyes. Can't believe how I managed to write a total of 15k words so far, meanwhile I am struggling with the book I'm going to publish. Should probably focus on my book for a bit💀 but daddy issues Jake is also important. hope you enjoyed. <3

Taglist in the comments!! if you didn't get tagged it might be because you changed your username, your settings or it could be that I forgot to.

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jcbbby · 2 years ago

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hey!! could you do a enemies to lovers where jace teases the reader for actually loving him and not hating him like she says she does then she gets flustered and jace also teases her about that too and it ends with him eating her out?? sorry if it’s too specific!!

hello hello! so like I said, writing for Jace is a lil out of my comfort zone, just because I don't know too much about the mortal instruments and that sort of universe in general. but I've given it my best shot for you! and the specifics help a lot, thank you! I hope this is alright. <3

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, SCRAM KIDS or I'll turn the hose on you. enemies to lovers. oral sex (f receiving). a few swears.

note: okay well...I guess I do smut on the reg now, sorry mom and jesus.

Life at The Institute was not exactly where you thought you would be growing up. You had only recently learned the truth about your early life and birth parents. They were both shadow hunters, and they had placed you for adoption, in fear for your safety; wanting to keep you away from the evils and darkness that swelled around them. Eventually, your intuitive and gifted mind sorted out the truth, uncovering the very world they tried to keep you from.

You tracked down The Institute, meeting Alec, Isabelle, and Jace, upon arrival. Letting them know that you hoped to find your fellow shadow hunter parents, they invited you in, offering their help and hospitality. Alec and Isabelle were lovely and the three of you hit it off rather quickly. However, Jace was not as warm to you.

In fact, he had a chip on his shoulder that made it awfully hard for you to enjoy his company. A smugness and sarcastic nature that never failed to instantly annoy you when he walked into a room. He seemed to always know how to push your buttons; making snarky comments, being short with you, getting you frustrated and worked up before smirking to himself, having the victory of getting to you. It was like a game to him.

You sat in your room this morning, reading your current choice of literature, sipping a mug of tea before you started your day. A knock came upon your door, startling you momentarily. You gently closed the book, marking your spot, and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. As you grabbed your robe from your bedpost, another knock came from the door.

“Just a minute!” You called, cursing under your breath at whoever couldn’t wait more than 20 seconds for you to open the door.

Once you had made yourself decent, you went over and turned the knob, swinging the door open. On the other side, you were annoyingly met with Jace. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, revealing his many rune markings across his toned torso. He was significantly taller than you, so your eyeline was at his chest.

“My eyes are up here, love.” He smirked. “I know it’s hard to take your eyes off though.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door frame, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Jace?”

He held up a notebook, your journal. “I believe this is yours.”

Your eyes widened as you snatched it from him. “Where did you find this?!”

“It was on a windowsill in the library, you must have left it there. You’ve got some interesting ideas, by the way.” He winked.

You instantly saw red, realizing he had read these private thoughts of yours. “You read my journal?!”

“Well, I had to see who it belonged to, didn’t I? You really shouldn’t be leaving your belongings around if they’re so valuable to you.” He still held his smirk.

“I didn’t mean to leave it anywhere…When did you even find this? You’re not usually up this early.” You tucked the journal under your arm.

“Couldn’t sleep…I was just really invested in what I was reading. Especially page 23.” He leaned against the doorframe to match your position, raising his eyebrows at you.

“You son of a…” You quickly whipped open the notebook to the page he had mentioned. Scanning your writing, you came across a short passage you had written about Jace.

I almost fell flat on my face in the hallway, but Jace actually caught me. He asked if I was alright, even. I’m not sure what kind of good mood he was in, I would have expected him to let me knock my own teeth out. It was a surprisingly nice moment. But god, I really can’t stand him sometimes. He’s rude, cold, full of himself, just insufferable… It’s such a shame he really is rather attractive. If he had any redeeming qualities, I’d maybe even say I would be into him. I would have enjoyed having his hands on me. I really wish I could like him. Truthfully, I want to like him. I think I do care about him somewhere deep down. But he just has to be a total asshole all the time.

You looked up to Jace, who was grinning wickedly. You slammed the book shut, tucking it back under your arm.

“I bet you’re just so pleased with yourself.” You hissed, scrunching your face into a scowl.

“I’m always pleased with myself. But I’m more interested in the fact that it seems you are actually rather pleased with me.”

You scoffed. “Oh my god…you’re delusional.”

“I think you’re the one being delusional. You wrote it yourself. You really don’t think I’m all that terrible, do you?” He leaned forward slightly.

“I do. I do think you’re terrible.” You said in a stern tone.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you do…I think you really do like me.”

“Oh my god…” You rolled your eyes. “I do not! You’re infuriating.”

Jace chuckled. “And I’ve noticed how you look at me, too, when you think I don’t notice.”

“I-I don’t look at you in any way… I don’t-” You raised your voice at him, and he chuckled again. “See you’re just trying to mess with me right now, like always. Jace, it’s 7am. It’s too early for this shit.”

You went to close your door, but he held his hand out.

“You wouldn’t get so worked up if you didn’t care about me, would you?” He cocked his head.

You huffed, lost for words about how to convince him that you didn’t have feelings for him. Maybe a few times you thought he looked nice, or maybe you had a strange dream about the two of you together…but you didn’t have feelings for him. No, absolutely not.

Jace stepped through the threshold of your room, closing the door behind him. You found yourself swallowing hard as all you could do was watch him. He stepped closer to you.

“Jace…” You started to say. “I…I don’t…” Your gaze fell again to his chest.

“Oh, but you do, don’t you?” He said, just barely above a whisper, stepping closer again.

Your mouth fell open slightly, to say something, anything. All you could do was shake your head no, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping it lightly. You brought your eyes up to him; his were dark, staring deep into yours. He was intoxicating, you felt an ache between your thighs, finally realizing the walls you had been putting up were falling away. You needed him. He tilted his head as he gently caressed your cheekbone with his thumb. Only centimeters separated you now.

“Jace-“ You started to say, but were soon cut off by his lips pressed into yours, which you didn’t fight.

In fact, you pressed your own lips hard into his. His hand fell from your cheek, snaking around your waist, resting on the small of your back. Your hands came up, journal dropping with a thud to the floor from under your arm, pressing against his bare chest as he pulled you into him. He pushed you slowly backward towards your bed; your whole body and mind were buzzing, you barely even noticed until you felt the back of your legs hit the mattress and Jace gently lowered you down on to your back.

His lips traveled from your lips down to your neck, nipping and licking, as he ran his hands over your torso. Your breath was heavy as you reveled in his touch.

“Let me show you that I can play nice too.” He whispered against your neck.

He sat up on his knees on either side of your hips. His hands reached for the tie on your robe, pulling it teasingly slow, smirking down at you. He pushed away the satin fabric from your top half, revealing your torso, covered only by a sheer bralette that you had slept in. He dipped down again, delivering kisses to your collar bone, making his way more center, to just under your throat, then down between the valley of your breasts, and down to your stomach. As he traveled lower, he parted your robe further, displaying your light pink panties; a patch of arousal already soaking through the fabric. His eyes looked up to you hungrily, noticing how badly you ached for him.

“All for me?” He winked.

He placed a soft kiss on your thigh as he pinched the fabric on the waist band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and letting them fall to the floor. Lowering himself between your legs, he held eye contact with you as his lips made contact with your pussy, teasing you with a soft kiss. You whimpered, bucking your hips ever so slightly, eager for more, you needed more. He chuckled to himself.

“Don’t get greedy.” He smirked.

“Jace…please…” You whined.

“Well, since you asked nicely…”

He maintained his eye contact as he brought his mouth to your clit. His soft tongue generously started working on you and your breath hitched, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him smile against you, seeing you squirm in pleasure under his touch. His tongue lapped at your clit in perfect rhythm, circling it euphorically, sucking every now and then for added sensation. You rocked your hips into him, quiet moans escaping your throat that were music to his ears. He teased a finger at your entrance, driving you wild for just a moment, before plunging inside, curling upward.

“Mmm, oh god…” You breathed. “Please don’t stop.” Your hands found their way down to his blonde locks, entangling your fingers in them.

He slipped a second digit in, curling that one along with the other. You gasped, throwing your head back against the mattress. Your mind went fuzzy, only managing to whimper and let out strings of curses and his name. He loved hearing his name on your lips like that. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, arching your back, as your legs started to shake.

“Jaaace…fuck…I-I’m…gonna…ohmygod.” You moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.

“That’s it, baby. Go on, let it go.” He said against you, placing his free hand on your lower belly, increasing the pressure.

It was all the extra pressure you needed for the coil to snap. You shook and bucked your hips as he kept his tongue and fingers working, riding out your orgasm with you, leaving no ounce of pleasure for you ignored. He kept going until your moans turned into gasps of overstimulation. It was so much, but you didn’t want to tell him to stop. He slipped his fingers out of you as you came down from your high. He then placed one last gentle kiss on to your swollen, sensitive bud, kissing his way back up to meet your lips, tasting yourself on him. Your excitement coating his lips and chin, glistening in the early morning light that came through the window.

“So, it seems like you do like me after all…quite a lot, actually.” He grinned.

You let out a soft burst of air through your nose as a smile grew across your face. You hand rose to tousle his hair, bringing his lips back to yours.

“Maybe you’re right…” You smiled.

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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year ago

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Road trip

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CW: A/B/O dynamics, GP, exhibitionism

[Alpha!Tzuyu x Alpha!Sana]

Their weeklong getaway had been nothing short of perfection. Away in the woods, Sana and Tzuyu enjoyed the privacy and quality time that came with staying in a small cottage near one of the most scenic lakes in the area.

But the morning they were due to drive back home, Tzuyu awoke early. As she blinked, coming out of her sleep haze, she knew she was in trouble. Her rut was early– she could feel its onset, and it was going to hit in full force soon.

She woke Sana, who immediately took in the other Alpha’s strengthened scent as she sat up in bed.

“Oh wow,” Sana murmured, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Do you…want me to…?” she glanced down at the morning wood in Tzuyu’s boxers, a playful smile forming on her lips.

Tzuyu groaned. “Yes, but no.” Sana watched as the taller Alpha got up and started getting ready. “Maybe if we get on the road fast enough, we can make it home before I…” Tzuyu trailed off, looking down at her own body.

Sana pouted. “What’s the rush? We don’t have to check out for a few hours,” she said. “We could probably stay and-”

“I- I can’t do ‘probably’,” Tzuyu said, soft but firm. “Besides, we’re both Alphas. We can’t afford to have both of us in a rut in public.”

That got Sana’s attention, and she quickly got up to start packing her things. As much as she wanted to take care of Tzuyu now, she knew the younger Alpha was right.

With her rut on its way, Tzuyu was not only a ticking time bomb for herself, but for Sana too. Any other Omegas they came into contact with, be it at a gas station or restaurant on the way home, would be all over Tzuyu within minutes once they smelled her. And if she accidentally triggered Sana’s rut and both of them were only thinking with their dicks…it was just too risky.

A short while later, their bags were packed and they left their lakeside oasis. Their first stops were to grab coffees to go and fill up on gas, and then they hit the road.

The first several miles were quieter than normal. Sana could not only smell Tzuyu’s increasing arousal, she could sense her nervousness about being far from the safety of home during such a vulnerable time. Normally the pair would be settling in at Tzuyu’s place for the intensity of the first forty eight hours of her rut, but they were still multiple postal codes away from being able to do that.

Tzuyu was trying very hard to keep her thoughts on anything but her pretty Alpha partner and the growing erection in her pants, but as time went by, it became increasingly difficult.

All of the Taiwanese Alpha’s senses were heightened. When Sana casually flipped her hair from one shoulder to the other, her scent hit Tzuyu like a pile of bricks.

Sana’s scent was comforting and alluring. It was a combination that normally was welcomed, but had suddenly become nerve-wracking given the circumstances.

Everything in her told her to just keep looking out the window, but Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She peeked over at Sana.

She looks even prettier now than she did this morning, Tzuyu thought. But then again, Sana always looked extra enticing when Tzuyu was rutting. An Alpha/Alpha pair wasn’t very common to come by, but Tzuyu wouldn’t trade Sana for any Omega in the world. Her eyes wandered over Sana without shame now: her big, pretty eyes, her cute nose, her delicate hands and the way they casually held the steering wheel. Those hands would look much better, Tzuyu thought, if they were working their way up and down the length of–

“Tzu? You okay?” Sana’s sweet voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, y-yeah,” Tzuyu replied quickly, adjusting her position so she was facing her window instead of Sana.

“But– how much farther?” Tzuyu asked. She was scanning the sky desperately for unique shapes in the clouds, or any signs of wildlife in the fields outside her window.

One time, Sana, Tzuyu and a few friends of theirs had driven along a similar route for a healing weekend away. Sana and the others teased Tzuyu, trying to convince her that marshmallows grew in the fields they drove past. Her older friends loved to tease her, she was too cute to resist. Tzuyu normally smiled when looking back on that memory, but in this moment, she just felt restless.

“We’re like 90 minutes out,” Sana said, glancing at their GPS. She reached to give Tzuyu’s thigh a reassuring squeeze, but then thought better of it. “You can keep eye fucking me if it helps,” she said, a proud smile on her face as she flipped her hair teasingly.

Tzuyu blushed. “Sana!”

Sana giggled, giving Tzuyu’s knee a gentle pat while never taking her eyes off the road. “I mean it,” she said. “I like it when you look at me like that.”

Tzuyu swallowed thickly. Her Alpha instincts were really starting to push their way to the front of her mind now. All Sana had done was pat her leg, and yet her cock twitched, making her squirm.

Sana inhaled deeply from her side of the car, lightly drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “But before you go back to eyeing me,” she cleared her throat quickly, “I think I’m gonna need to roll down a window…or two.”

Filthy thoughts flooded Tzuyu’s brain when she heard that, and this time, she entertained them. Nothing was more satisfactory than turning another Alpha on, especially one as stunning as Sana. Tzuyu couldn’t help herself. She glanced down at Sana’s lap and immediately bit her lip. Seeing a light imprint from Sana’s hardening cock beneath her skirt made Tzuyu’s cock throb.

The windows were down now, but even with more air flowing to disperse some of Tzuyu’s powerful scent, the two still shifted uncomfortably as they continued the drive.

Sana didn’t know how the other Alpha was holding it together so well. They were so different in that regard: Tzuyu constantly wrestled and fought against her most animalistic Alpha urges, while Sana openly embraced hers. Sana hated taking suppressants, only taking them when absolutely necessary, whereas Tzuyu preferred to be on them most of the time, only allowing herself to rut three or four times a year. Tzuyu was more than happy to be Sana’s personal stress and rut reliever, but Sana secretly relished the rare occasions when Tzuyu came completely undone, desperate to spill herself into Sana again and again.

��Can we pull over somewhere?”

It was Sana, not Tzuyu, who couldn’t stand it any longer (although Tzuyu had been trying to work up the courage to ask the same question for the last five minutes).

Tzuyu nodded eagerly, and Sana handed her phone to Tzuyu to change their route.

“Remember that cute park reserve we stumbled upon when we were looking for a spot to eat lunch on the way up here?” Sana asked.

It was all the information Tzuyu needed to reroute them.

The park was mostly deserted when they pulled up. Threatening gray clouds in the distance had kept the majority of folks away for the day.

Tzuyu’s heart raced as they parked. She was uncomfortably warm and her painfully hard cock was leaking precum, but she still couldn’t believe she was so desperate to cum that she was willing to allow Sana to pull over so they could fuck outside.

As soon as Sana locked the SUV, she took Tzuyu by the hand and started leading her.

“C’mere, away from the picnic area,” she said softly.

They went further and further into the woods, away from the main trails, but the more Tzuyu’s heart raced, the more excited she got. And the more excited she got, the harder her cock throbbed. Her patience finally ran out.

“Sana,” she said hoarsely, stopping in her tracks. Sana turned, but before she could say anything, Tzuyu gently pressed the shorter Alpha up against a tree and kissed her.

Sana let out a soft moan against Tzuyu’s lips, deepening the kiss and reaching for Tzuyu’s hands to place them on her waist. The young Alpha’s scent was intoxicatingly strong now, but Sana hesitated for a moment, remembering where they were.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

Tzuyu half groaned, half growled as her hands wandered beneath Sana’s shirt.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Tzuyu said, rubbing herself against the other Alpha. “Need you now.” She tilted her head, pressing a kiss against Sana’s neck.

Sana could only hum in response, reaching for Tzuyu’s pants to free her cock as Tzuyu removed her jacket, too warm to need it anymore.

“Wait, I think I can put that to good use,” Sana purred, gently nudging Tzuyu’s bomber jacket closer to her so she could sink down onto it as she got on her knees.

Tzuyu moaned at the sheer sight of Sana on her knees for her, giving her length a few quick pumps in her hand before letting Sana move in.

Sana’s first few kitten licks were as torturous as they were pleasurable. Tzuyu leaned back against a tree, trying not to selfishly thrust into Sana’s eager mouth.

Sana’s mouth was warm and wet, and the way her tongue swirled around Tzuyu’s tip made the tall Alpha whine. Just as Sana started to take Tzuyu’s full length down her throat, she felt Tzuyu’s cock twitch. Her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. Sana gagged a little, unprepared for Tzuyu’s first load so soon. She swallowed as much as she could, but some spilled out of her mouth. As Tzuyu slid her cock out, Sana’s lips made a light pop sound, her lips wet with drool and cum.

Despite having just cum,Tzuyu was still rock hard. Her refractory period was nearly nonexistent now that she was fully rutting and her cock was finally being serviced.

“Fuck,” Tzuyu murmured, watching the mixture of wetness drip from Sana’s lips.

She gently took Sana’s face in her hand and tapped her mouth to get her to open up again.

Sana eagerly took Tzuyu back into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of Tzuyu becoming a bit harsher this time as she held Sana’s head still so she could thrust into her throat.

The older girl let out a muffled moan as she sucked Tzuyu off. As Sana got her throat stretched, she dipped a hand beneath her skirt, unable to ignore her own aching cock.

Watching Sana’s hand slowly stroke her own cock while continuing to blow her was too much for Tzuyu. The rutting Alpha couldn’t hold back even if she tried. Before she knew it, she was coming again, spilling into Sana’s throat with a grunt. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Tzuyu brought the older girl’s mouth to the base of her cock before releasing her.

Sana gasped lightly when she could finally come up for air, tears at the corners of her eyes. As she caught her breath, the older girl glanced around their surroundings. Sensing no passerby near them, she gave Tzuyu a devilish smile and stood. “C’mere baby,” she husked, drawing Tzuyu closer to her. “Fill me up, I know you need to.”

Sana’s words alone nearly made Tzuyu’s knees buckle. She pulled Sana in to kiss her as one hand warmed up Sana’s ass. In her other hand, Tzuyu held her cock, still wet from Sana’s mouth. While they kissed, the only other sounds in the woods were from the two Alphas running their palms over their leaking cockheads, the quiet sound of slick adding to the soundtrack of nature sounds surrounding them.

Both Alphas had to stifle moans as Tzuyu finally slid into Sana, stuffing her to the brim.

Needing more, Tzuyu flipped Sana’s skirt up and gripped her waist, gently pulling her back over her thick cock as she bottomed out inside of her.

Sana whimpered, struggling to stay upright. To make her more comfortable, Tzuyu rearranged the two of them so Sana was against the tree and would have something to hold onto as Tzuyu started to pound her.

The repetitive sound of skin on skin mixed with the Alphas’ light panting quickly filled the air. If anyone was nearby, the sounds would be unmistakable for anything other than a rough outdoor breeding.

“F-fuck,” Sana whispered, her head tilting back a bit as Tzuyu had her way with her. Tzuyu snaked one hand up Sana’s body, eventually wrapping her fingers lightly over the other Alpha’s neck. Her other hand still held tightly onto Sana’s hip so she could keep her steady while pounding her.

Fucking outdoors wasn’t something Tzuyu would normally go for even in her wildest dreams, but now she couldn’t be bothered by the threat of being seen. Sana’s tight hole felt too good around her aching cock to stop. Her primal urge to breed the Alpha was stronger than her own self consciousness.

“Tzu-ah!-Tzuyu,” Sana moaned. She released her own cock from her hand as Tzuyu continued to pound her. “G-gonna come..”

Tzuyu growled lowly, removing her hand from Sana’s throat so she could hold both of Sana’s hands behind her back. She knew her girlfriend was capable of coming without being touched, and sure enough, a few thrusts later, Sana let out a cry as ropes of cum began to spill from her cock.

Tzuyu’s jacket was ruined with Sana’s cum now, but she didn’t care in the slightest. She pressed herself against Sana, thrusting into her a few more times before coming too, letting out a moan as she emptied herself into Sana.

“Look at you,” Sana cooed, catching her breath. That was Tzuyu’s third load, but she knew they wouldn’t be able to leave just yet. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

“You feel too good,” Tzuyu said breathlessly, her cock still buried in Sana’s ass. She thrust slowly into the Alpha, pushing her cum deeper inside. “Need more,” she murmured.

“Take what you need, baby,” Sana said, and Tzuyu ran with it.

Tzuyu backed up a bit, her cock still inside of Sana. Gently, she forced Sana to bend over more and nudged her legs further apart.

It was a beautiful angle from Tzuyu’s perspective. The Alpha took off again, desperate to breed Sana again.

One more load soon turned into two. Sana was near ruined now, barely able to keep upright even with the support of surrounding trees and boulders whenever they switched positions. She whimpered as Tzuyu panted in her ear, about to turn two loads into three.

With a particularly powerful thrust, Tzuyu slipped her knot inside of Sana, making the older girl cry out and whine.

“Knot me,” Sana begged, tears threatening to fall, “Please Tzuyu, I-, oh fuck-”

“S-Sana..!” Tzuyu’s eyes screwed shut as she came, giving Sana exactly what she wanted and knotting her. Both of them cried out and Sana came again as she felt Tzuyu empty herself inside of her once again.

While Sana caught her breath, Tzuyu leaned in, feeling extra possessive suddenly now that she’d knotted her Alpha. She lapped up Sana’s tears from her cheek and then moved lower to scent her around her neck.

Sana practically purred with delight. Rutting Tzuyu was sexy, and protective, post-knot Tzuyu was just as irresistible.

Now that she temporarily had her wits about her again, Tzuyu couldn’t believe she had just knotted her girlfriend outside. Normally it took a while for Tzuyu to be able to pull out of Sana after knotting, but this time she didn’t have to wait long, possibly due to being a bit anxious about her surroundings.

She helped Sana put herself back together, feeling renewed admiration for the olderJapanese girl.

When they were sure the coast was clear, they went back onto the main trails and made their way back to the car, holding hands the whole way.

“Think you’ll be okay for the rest of the trip?” Sana asked, pressing herself up against Tzuyu, who was leaning on the passenger side door.

Tzuyu smiled, pulling Sana close to kiss her forehead. “Yes,” she said. “But you’re mine again as soon as we get home.”

#twice imagines #twice a/b/o #twice smut #sana x tzuyu #twice omegaverse

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bluepallilworld · 22 days ago

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3. “It's way past your bedtime." With Vary and Shift?¿

In a glittering cave deep inside Waterfall, two small figures were laying on a bank, snuggled together.

One slept soundly, his tail curled around the other, who was still but wide awake.

Vary stared at a damp wall not far, counting the rocks that shined there. She struggled a bit with the numbers past 100 but she was getting there. Jar will see next time that she was capable of listening and learning!

She went up to 32 when her brother let out a faint whine and slightly changed his sleeping position.

The girl let out a soft hum and stuck her head against his for a moment, the boy's pinched expression soon eased up into something more relaxed and Vary went back to counting.

Not even 10 later, a noise resonated through a nearby tunnel and the child tensed up, moving her body slowly to hide her twin, Shift, from the potential threat.

The noise turned into a recognizable sound.

Steps.

Light but fast, someone with a purpose.

Dangerous?

Unsure.

The padishiscuro didn't dare move from her position if only to bare her teeth and harden her fingerless hands.

In case it was dangerous.

Something green emerged soon. An humanoïd shape, clothed and walking on two legs.

A monster?

She didn't trust many of them. She glanced at Shift, still asleep, a certain tension was again in his limbs.

She couldn't run or hide.

The monster came closer and she sighed, relaxing slightly and making herself smaller.

Better appear defenseless for now.

Only once the intruder walked beside a few glowy stones and their traits became discernable, Vary finally relaxed.

Jar.

It was only Jar, the lizard girl they were somewhat friends with.

"Helloooo," the older child squinted, "Vary?"

Vary glared.

"Definitively Vary."

Jar was now fully in view and Vary instinctually did what she'd always done when encountering someone.

She shapeshifted, changing her form to match her interlocutor as best as she could.

The gray of her body turned emerald green, growing taller and lankier. Her tail shortened to a small bouncy one. Her clothes that her body registered as herself followed, gaining warmer colors, fully chasing the monochrome she was used to. She didn't finish the face as an horrifying realization wormed its way into her mind.

She glanced at her sibling and a shiver ran through her as she hurriedly went back to what she considered her original form.

The one she shared with her twin.

The whole thing happened fast and it left her reeling for a moment.

"You don't have to shift. It was enough, I won't snitch you didn't. Besides, this is not the first time I see you like that, isn't it?"

It wasn't, so Vary chose the vaguely itchy feeling of rudeness over the overwhelming distress of not matching anymore.

Jar wore a smile on her snout but didn't say anything more about that situation.

"Why are you here, Jeejee?"

"I was wondering where you went...?"

Vary huffed. They went to a lot of places to sleep and almost all of them were once found by the ever curious monster.

"Besides, why are you up still, Vary?" Jar dropped to her level and glanced at the glowing rocks. "It's way past your bedtime..."

Vary playfully pushed her, careful to not disturb the sleeping soul around her.

"We're not 5 anymore Jeejee! And, we never had a bedtime unlike you !"

"I guess so."

And after a minute.

"Shift is sleeping, however."

"He's still recovering."

The teen hovered closer, reaching for the sleeper forehead. Vary gritted her teeth, as tentative as it was, it wouldn't help.

"Did the meds help? Maybe I can pilfer up a spider donut if I get the right timing?"

The hand politely went away, just shy of their sleeping arrangement.

"No it helped, he should be fully good after this rest."

"If you say so."

They stayed in silence, the distant sound of waterfalls and the closer one of rain drops the only disturbances.

"Can I stay?"

"You never asked before?"

"Maybe I should have."

Jar stood up, brushing off some dirt off her dress, seemingly ready to leave.

"Stay."

"Ok."

The girl climbed the bank, struggling to curl up properly next to them.

Once set up, Vary wordlessly curled her tail around her, securing the pose.

As she slowly dozed off, she idly wondered if Jar would listen to her counting the stars tomorrow.

#ask #!¡ anon #hehe been a while since last time I typed that #writing challenge #Vary #Shift #shapeshifter twins #padishiscuros #Jar #alphine kid #commontale #I remembered I never finished that #my writing

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space-kitten-606 · 1 year ago

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Growing Taller

"Saeran ~," Saeyoung chimed, as he skipped into their room, making the younger twin jump in surprise at the sudden noise. "Guess what month it is!!"

His eyes grew wide at the unexpected question. Looking around the room, Saeran tried to find an answer to his brother's question, even though he thought, it would be in vain. After all, even if the answer was posted around somewhere, he wouldn't be able to read it quickly.

"I dunno….but don't yell so much - if mommy hears, she'll be very angry…."

Saeran's voice was but a timid whisper, his gaze trained to the dusty floorboards.

Sighing at the fearful display, Saeyoung closed the door behind him.

"Don't worry. That woman is….sleeping," he said, his voice trailing off a bit at that last part.

Then, he hurried to one of the old wooden shelves in their room, pushing it aside with relative ease.

"It's june!", he answered his own question, his excitement returning immediately.

Behind the shelf, that was now out of the way, there was a poster Saeyoung had put up a few years back. Its light blue coloring clashed with the rest of the dilapidated room, alongside the stickers depicting stars and rocket ships Saeyoung had decorated it with, all of which he had received from the church.

"That means it's our birthday soon! And it also means that we get to see how much we grew!"

Saeran was silent for a moment. He really wanted to get swept up by his brother's excitement, but he couldn't quite find it in himself to actually do so.

"I probably didn't grow at all…"

Frowning a bit as he heard him say this, Saeyoung pulled a black felt liner from his pocket.

"Of course you did. You can't not grow. Plus I can tell by looking at you that you're much taller than last year!"

Saeran's eyes lit up at that.

"Really??" he asked, making the other laugh happily at the sight of him coming out of his shell a bit.

Saeyoung nodded excitedly, before pulling a little chair next to the poster.

"Can you measure me first?"

A bit nervous at this request, Saeran bit the inside of his cheek. Saeyoung had always been much taller than him, making it quite difficult for him to reach. As for the little chair Saeyoung was patting as he looked at him expectantly, Saeran lacked the confidence to climb it, too afraid he may fall and hurt himself.

Still, he didn't want to disappoint his brother.

"Okay," he mumbled, shuffling over to the poster Saeyoung had already aligned himself with.

Standing on his tiptoes and holding on to Saeyoung with one hand, Saeran tried his best to draw a straight line above the top of his twin's head.

Once he was done, Saeyoung turned around quickly, wanting to see for himself.

Saeran winced at noticing that the line he drew was rather crooked, making it difficult to make out which line from the poster it aligned with.

He watched anxiously as Saeyoung squinted at the poster, not saying a single word.

"This…," he finally started, making Saeran tense up in anticipation of being scolded for doing such a bad job, "...is super awesome! That’s at least three centimeters!"

Surprised at the positive reaction, Saeran simply stared at Saeyoung, who had already grabbed the felt liner to put his name next to the crooked line before spinning around to Saeran.

"Your turn!!" He exclaimed, holding out his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Saeran grabbed the outstretched hand, allowing Saeyoung to guide him to the optimal place to stand.

"You have to stand very straight and not move, so I can see properly, okay?" Saeyoung instructed him, placing one of his hands on Saeran's chest to help him stand upright.

Focusing on getting an accurate measurement, Saeyoung stuck out his tongue, glancing at his brother's nervous face. As his hand moved above Saeran's head, Saeran held his breath, trying his hardest to not move an inch.

Saeyoung grinned at the cute sight and drew the line quite a bit above Saeran's actual size and much closer to his own.

"Got it!"

Saeran almost jumped away from the wall, eager to see how he compared to his brother.

"I'm almost as big as you!" He exclaimed excitedly, struggling to believe his eyes. "...but I look so much smaller when I stand next to you…"

Saeyoung waved his concern off.

"That's because normally, we don't stand completely straight!"

Thinking about that explanation for a moment, Saeran pursed his lips. He wasn't quite sure if what Saeyoung said was true, but at the same time he had no reason to believe that he was lying.

Walking over to the poster, he measured his distance of growth from last year with his finger, comparing it to the distance from this year.

"I grew much more this year," he recognized.

"Yup! That's because we're turning eight this year!"

Saeran started to count on his fingers.

In the meantime, Saeyoung continued his explanation.

"That means you're growing quicker now, because I'm taller than you and I will grow slower, until we're the same height and then we'll grow at the same speed!"

Scoffing, Saeran let his hands fall to his sides. "You made that up."

"Nope! I read it in a book at the church! It's because we're twins, so our genes will work hard to make us look the exact same!!"

Of course Saeyoung knew that this was utter nonsense and maybe it would've been for the better to just drop that claim when Saeran called him out. However, he knew very well how much Saeran wished to be more like him. Plus, for all he knew, his little brother might actually experience a growth spurt some time in the future.

"Let's make a bet!" He offered. "If I end up being wrong, I'll treat you to a bowl of ice cream with as many scoops as you want!"

Saeran's eyes lit up at the idea, before his smile faltered a little.

"What if I lose?"

Saeyoung thought about the question for a moment. Then he said:

"Well. If you lose that bet, not only will you be as tall as me, but I will still get the ice cream for you, except I get to choose the flavors - and we have to share!"

Saeran's smile returns at that notion.

"But I will always share with Saeyoung, even without having to."

A happy laugh escaped the other twin, before he engulfed Saeran in a big hug, almost throwing him to the floor.

As cruel as the world seemed to be to them, Saeyoung thought, at least they would always have each other as they would keep growing - together.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger saeran choi #my writing #me? actually writing something? yeah Im surprised as well kekw #i hope i eleminated all the weird typos my phone autocorrected to #like a misplaced 'me'. like where did that even come from #whatever please enjoy lol

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art-tism · 2 months ago

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Find Home - Part 1 (Dean x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 | (Series Masterlist) | Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Mature Language, violence

While watching her Favorite TV Series, Supernatural, the reader suddenly finds herself transported into the Supernatural Universe. She must find a way to return home, but will fate allow her?

It had been an exhausting day, classes all day and then a closing shift at the café. I felt disgusting and reeked of old milk and burnt coffee. Stripping down, I rinsed off and put on some comfortable clothes to sleep in, which were normally just an old, oversized shirt and underwear as I preferred comfort to fashion. Who was I trying to impress anyway? As exhausted as I was, I still had trouble falling asleep. I live alone, with no family or roommates, I used to have a cat but she passed away a few months ago and it was just too soon to think about another pet right now. I had trouble sleeping recently due to the strong sense of loneliness I couldn’t shake these days.

A lot of the time I couldn’t fall asleep unless I was watching something before bed, it helped my mind from wondering too much and distracted me enough to doze off. Opening up my laptop, navigated to Netflix, and immediately resumed my last-watched show, Supernatural. Honestly, it had become my go-to whenever I needed a break or a distraction, even just to get some sleep. Something about it always brought me at ease, despite being a show about monsters and demons. Ultimately, it was about two men trying to save the world. The world just plain sucked sometimes, and the Winchesters went through more than anyone, given the nature of their world, and yet they still held on hope. That really resonated with me as someone trying to use their own life to help others. It’s not like being a counselor is going to save the world but, it felt good knowing I was going to hopefully be the difference for someone, one day at least.

I settled in trying to get a bit more comfortable in bed and clicked play, watching for a while until finally drifting off to sleep.

Except that didn’t last very long before I was startled awake by a bizarre humming coming from my laptop. I jolted up and inspected the device, hoping it hadn’t just busted on me because I really couldn’t afford another one right now. Suddenly, the humming emitting from my laptop began to grow exponentially louder, as it now shook violently, the lights around me pulsated as though a surge of energy flooded the whole room.

“WHAT THE FUCK-” I cried out, falling off my bed after hearing a piercing frequency so loud I felt like it had split through my skull. Curling into fetal position I desperately cradled my head, what the hell was going on. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

Colorful flashes blinded my vision, it was almost like I’d been hurled through a Jackson Pollock painting at ultrasonic speed. And then, suddenly, everything went white.

I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but as I started to come to a bit I realized I could hear the distant whispers of two men. Wait a minute, I live alone- I bolted up, attempting to try and defend myself against the intruders, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I did. Sam… and… Dean fucking WINCHESTER? No. No no no, I must have hit my head hard, oh my god was I having a stroke? This was insane, this was insane! I couldn’t be looking at the Winchesters, they’re not real. The last thing I was doing was watching Supernatural, this had to some kind of drea-

“Whoa! Watch it there,” Dean jumped back at my sudden alertness, weapon drawn as he knelt over me, waiting for my next move. What the…

“Hello?” He growled at me after I remained silent, “Earth to stranger in our kitchen? How the hell did you get in here? Who sent you here?” Dean continued to grill me, I could only manage to look back at him with wide eyes. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I had blinked at all. I looked over to the taller of the two, Sam. Could this really be happening…could it?

“Answer me!” Dean shouted. Pushing past my shock, I timidly raised my hands in the air in an attempt to demonstrate I posed no threat. All I could think, however, was that this just couldn’t be real. Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam and Dean motherfucking Winchester.

“I-” I croaked out, “I don’t know,” I said in a hushed whisper.

“Oh you don’t know? Let me tell you something, no one just gets in here and they ‘don’t know,’ I’m not buying your bullshit. I got half a mind to pull this trigger right now if you don’t start singing sweetheart-”

“Dean, enough.” Sam warned, eyes still fixated on you as he tried to reel his brother in a bit, though I suppose I’d be reacting the same way if a stranger was suddenly in my kitchen.

“Sam it’s okay.” I replied before realizing what I had said. Their demeanor instantly changed, they had not told me who they are. They exchanged looks before turning to me once more, “How do you know my name?” Sam asked firmly, but much softer than his older brother had moments before. “I watch your show…” I trailed off, realizing how poor of a response that must have been, but I didn’t know what else to say, it was the truth after all.

“Our show?” Dean asked, dropping much of the aggression he previously held as he spoke, “What do you mean ‘Our show’?” He inquired, still alert but nolonger holding his weapon raised, much to my relief. I thought for sure I was about to have new, and very lethal, accessory in my brain.

“It’s uh-” I stuttered, “It’s called ‘Supernatural,’ your show I mean.” Had the room started to spin or was that just me?

“Damnit,” Dean holstered his weapon and stood up fully, turning to his younger brother. “Again, with this ‘Supernatural’ shit?” He sarcastically quoted the air as he spoke, clearly annoyed at the mention of the name. Sam furrowed his brow together trying to figure out what the hell I was talking about, he then turned to me and spoke.

“’Supernatural’… like the Carver Edlund novel?” He questioned.

“The what…” I looked back at them with further confusion before it dawned on me, the books chuck wrote. The fictional books in the show about the show. God, or chuck… Or whoever it was, this was really starting to make my brain explode right now.

“No, no” I quickly continued, “It’s a show. A TV show, y’all are in it. I was- I was falling asleep watching your show. That’s all, that’s all I did…” I trailed off, I felt just as confused as them if not more. I’m sure none of my words made any sense, but something about my eyes must have told them I was telling the truth, even if they didn’t really believe what I was saying they knew I did.

“So…” Dean began, “You were just watching a show, about us, and suddenly your in our kitchen? Any idea how that might be?” I could tell he seemed to almost laugh at thought of entertaining this story, but with only that to go off of, he went along.

“Look, I don’t know either, I know that sounds completely insane but I promise,” I looked into his eyes pleading for him to believe me “I promise that’s all I know. I was in bed, I fell asleep while watching Supernatural on my laptop, and all of a sudden I wake up and my computer is like humming? It got louder and louder and the lights… there were these bright flashes. I felt like my head was splitting open and then- well then I was here.” I finished.

“Flashes of light?” Sam asked “Sounds like angels to me Dean.”

“Cas!” Dean shouted into the room, to my surprise the a gust of wind pushed through the room, and there stood the iconic angel in a trench coat. Could it really be? My doubts were quickly answered as Castiel spoke.

“You called, Dean?” His voice was deep and gruff, eerily serious but all the more attractive. Castiel stopped immediately, detecting my presence in the room he faced me. “Who is this?” He asked the two men, narrowing his eyes in curiosity and tilting his head almost like a puppy.

“This is uh…” Dean began before realizing they had not yet gotten my name.

“Y/N” I spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“She’s the stranger who popped up in our kitchen, says she was watching some kind of show about us, something like those books, then some weird flashy angelic voodoo happened and now she’s here.” Dean briefed Castiel who continued to watch me curiously.

“I sensed something unusual about her being.” Castiel spoke, “Her soul, it looks… different from the other humans.” He furrowed his brow, never pulling his gaze from me. With all three eyes on me, it very suddenly occurred to me I was still in my usual evening attire… and that meant no pants. Mortified, I tugged at the bottom of the fabric, trying my best to cover myself as much as possible without being too obvious.

“Oh, uh…” Sam awkwardly interjected, “Hold on,” He stepped out of the room, quickly returning with a robe for me to wrap around myself. “Here.” With no further words, he cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Castiel, as though to provide me a greater sense of privacy. I felt a prickling wave of heat burn my cheeks and pulled the robe over myself, thankful for Sam’s quick eye and kind gesture.

“Thanks,” I mumbled quickly to Sam before shifting the focus back to Castiel. “What do you mean, ‘different’ Castiel?” I asked, still replaying his words in my mind.

“It’s difficult to describe to humans,” Castiel began, “even angels have limited knowledge on the matter,” he explained. “However, there long been rumors about the full extent of God’s creation. Some have wondered if this set of realms is his main creation or if there are others like it out there. Others go as far as to speculate there is an entire spectrum of life and of souls.” Sam and Dean looked at one another with confusion, scrunching their faces as they attempted to understand what the Angel was saying.

“Okay, so there’s rumors the big man had a couple of arts and crafts projects,” Dean began, clearly as confused as I was, “but what the hell does that have to do with her-” he pointed to me “ending up here,” he dramatically gestured to the air around himself.

“Well,” Castiel replied, seemingly used to this type of reaction from the fiery green-eyed man. “The Humans of this universe, they all exist and operate within a select section of energy waves. There is hypothetically a wide array of energy waves life can exist within, though no one I know has first-hand knowledge of this existing. If there were more of these viable sections of energy waves for life to be, other universes of some sort may exist and we simply cannot see them. Think of it as the light spectrum, when divided into subsections light frequencies are separated into their respective colors. Your universe and the light within it display their own… ‘color.’”

“Y/N’s soul,” Castiel continued “It seems that it might be from outside of our spectrum of live energy.” He explained in an unfathomably matter-of-factly manner.

“So are you saying you can see Y/N’s soul is not from here?” Sam questioned, a crease forming between his brows as he thought about the potential implications of Castiel’s explaination.

“Yes, that is correct,” Castiel replied with his usual formal demeanor.

“Well, I’ll be Damned.” Dean laughed, “She was telling us the truth,” Dean scoffed. His sudden amusement with the situation confused me, “I guess is another case for the record books.”

“So, what now?” Sam asked his brother.

“We help find a way to get her home,” Dean replied. “Any ideas on that Cas? You seem to know a lot about all this ‘multiverse’ crap, know about anything that might help send her back?”

“Unfortunately, no.” The angel shook his head. “Until now, I believed these theories were merely rumors. Seeing her soul, however, proves to me there must be some truth to them.” Castiel looked at me apologetically before adding, “I’m sorry but I don’t know how to send you back home.”

I felt the soul-crushing weight of a million bricks pressing down onto my chest at his words. Would I be able to find a way back home? I feared the answer might be no, with no leads it seemed like an impossible task.

“We’ll find a way Y/N, I promise.” And with that, Castiel disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

“That whole, popping in and out thing… kind of startling.” I commented, still a bit baffled at the absurdity of what I’d just witnessed.

“You have no idea,” Dean said with a sigh, scratching his head, unsure of what to do now.

After a brief silence Dean continued, “Okay, so, you’re not from around here, and apparently, you know all about us through that show... That’s gonna take some getting used to.” His voice was tinged with disbelief and a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he studied me.

Sam looked less skeptical than his brother, though equally as confused with everything we’d just learned. Seemed I had made quite the introduction for myself. Sam offered me a small smile, “Well, Y/N, welcome to our world. Or, I guess, sorry you’re stuck here?” He laughed awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t worry, Sam. It’s not all that bad, right?” I said, trying to put on a brave face. "After all, I'm sure there are tons of people who'd kill to meet the Winchesters. To be in their world? Hell, I’d bet half the internet would give their left arm to be here." I couldn’t help the tiny smile that played on my lips, despite the absurdity of the situation.

Dean looked at me with amusement, trying to hide the smirk forming in response to my words. "You're taking this pretty well, for someone who just got sucked into a world of angels, demons, and everything in between." His eyes sparkled with amusement, and I felt a blush creeping up my neck.

I had always had a soft spot for Dean's bad boy charm, and now, here he was, in the flesh, looking at me like he was both surprised and slightly intrigued. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this world… and it wasn’t the monsters I was worried about.

#dean winchester supernatural #dean winchester #dean x female!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #castiel #sam winchester #winchester #the winchester brothers #tfw #dean

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anne-chloe · 1 year ago

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Trust Me | Four |

Jareth/Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary : As Sarah's next door neighbour, you're often Mrs Williams' last resort as a babysitter. Sarah had never liked this, but she can be extremely unreliable at times. One stormy night, Sarah grows frustrated with her baby brother and babysitter, resulting in saying a phrase that she later wants to take back. Now, you are stuck in The Goblin Kings realm with little hope to returning home again, unless Sarah can reach the castle and defeat Jareth in time.

How much time had passed?

You continued to wander through the castle. Every room you entered posed no trick, no game. You were growing restless and tired of rousing suspicion, but you couldn't help but feel that Jareth was guiding you into a false sense of security.

Though, you tried to remain optimistic and to continue trusting him. If that's what it took to properly navigate the castle and find Tobey, then that's exactly what you forced yourself to do.

The sound of music became louder and louder, until eventually you entered what appeared to be a Throne Room.

It was large, and there were various shaped Goblins in every inch of the room. You peered around nervously, realising that they hadn't yet noticed your presence. Or, if they had, they didn't seem to care much.

A catchy drum beat made the Goblins dance freely, a blessing in disguise as you began slowly backing out of the room. Surely you weren't supposed to be here, and you had taken a wrong turn at some point? You wanted to trust that Jareth was leading you to the correct place, but he left no clues or physical guidance, only tricks and traps to trip you up if you took a wrong turn.

Then, just as you vanished from sight, your eyes caught sight of the colours red and white. You paused, fingers gripping the doorframe as recognition flashed in your eyes.

It was Tobey.

You gasped loudly, relief flooding through you. He was in the very centre of all the Goblins, sitting on the floor and looking very unsettled. He rubbed his eyes furiously, indicating that he wanted to sleep, but the ruckus caused by the Goblins was preventing him from doing so.

You didn't want to be seen by these Goblin creatures, but you couldn't just leave Tobey to suffer like this. As his babysitter, it was your duty to care and protect him while he was under your watch. You'd already failed to protect him from being snatched by The Goblin King, and you refused to fail in this very moment.

With no other choice, you began walking quickly into the room. The music scratched to a stop, and all the Goblins suddenly turned to face you. They seemed to ponder over your appearance, and then as if they shared a single mind, they launched into action and began charging at you with their small might.

You squealed as they started to tug and pull and push at your legs, arms and clothing. You fought to remain upright while they fought to drag you down. You twirled and twisted in their harsh grabs. Weirdly enough, their actions reminded you somewhat of young children trying to gain their mother's attention.

Tobey was abandoned in the middle of the room. He seemed to recognise you though, because from his position he made a grabbing gesture. You blinked through teary eyes at the distress on his little face, now seeing the dried tear streaks on his cheeks.

How long had he cried and wailed without comfort? How could The Goblin King leave him in the company of these Goblins?

You forcefully yanked your arm back and began pushing your way through the swarm, determined to get to Tobey as quick as you possibly could. The Goblins grabbed hold of your legs, attempting to seize you in place. But you were taller, and somewhat stronger. You broke your legs free and, slowly, step by step, you drew closer to the distressed baby.

Finally, you were just in front of Tobey. He reached up and you leaned down, gently lifting him from his underarms and protectively cradling him into your arms. Your fingers traced his face and head, checking for any injuries that he may have sustained while you were apart. But he was fine, safe and back in your arms.

Then, deliberate slow claps sounded from behind you.

You turned around, trying your hardest to ignore the Goblins that continued to cling on to your lower body. You were sure that if they could jump, they'd try and knock Tobey from your arms. You were thankful that they hadn't made any attempts to do that.

Jareth was sitting leisurely on his throne, his leg crossed over the other. His smile grew when your eyes landed on him.

How long had he been sitting there, watching you? He couldn't have been there the entire time, you would have surely noticed him when you first arrived. Then again, you were so focused on Tobey that it was entirely possible.

Jareth slowly moved his cloak to the side, revealing Tobey sitting beside him. You looked down in your arms, now realising that the baby you had been holding was actually a Goblin, and it was dressed in the same clothes as Tobey. You gasped and let go, as if the Goblin had somehow burned you.

You stared accusingly at Jareth, feeling tricked yet again. There was no way that you had mistaken a Goblin for Tobey, this was most definitely a trick that he had played on you. You felt foolish that you had readily fell for it. You questioned that your desperation might have clouded your judgement of reality, but that surely couldn't have been the cause.

"You trusted me," Jareth said.

You nodded slowly. "I did," you confirmed.

But, now that you had made it to where Tobey was, what was to happen next? You hadn't taken into account that Jareth would physically withhold Tobey from you. Surely this is what you deserved after navigating through those tricks of his? Or, was the game not fully over yet, and this was simply another challenge for you to figure out?

Jareth stood from his throne and sauntered over to you. The Goblins dispersed from around you, leaving room for Jareth to make way. He gently grabbed your hands and somehow guided you into a spin. You closed your eyes, the motion making you dizzy, and then he stopped, holding you so your back was pressed into his chest. His arms rested over your chest, holding you securely in place. If you tried to move, he would have the advantage of keeping you still. Trapped.

Jareth leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered at his breath, a tint of red rushing to your cheeks at the close proximity.

"You remind me of the babe."

You blinked dumbly at the statement. "What babe?" You asked.

Jareth then spun you around again, so you were now facing him. His face was inches from your own, his nose practically touching yours. You stared, mesmerised into his deep coloured eyes, as if he was now hypnotising you.

"The babe with the power."

He let go of your hands, and you automatically placed them against his chest. Jareth secured you in place with his hands on your waist. Again, you were trapped.

"What power?" You asked.

Jareth leaned in closer, his lips practically touching yours. "The power of voodoo."

You felt a strange sensation within you. His fingers dug into your hips, causing you to gasp lightly at the sudden pain. Jareth smirked at this, that evil, sadistic smirk that you desperately wanted to wipe form his face.

"Who do?"

"You do."

"Do what?"

"Remind me of the babe."

Something within you clicked. You blinked rapidly, and just before Jareth could press his lips fully against your own, you jolted back out of his grasp. He frowned at your movement, disappointment flashing across his face, but he soon recovered and regained his cool composure.

Again, you were reminded that Jareth did not take lightly to rejection.

The Goblins reached up and seized you again, holding you steady as Jareth approached Tobey, who had been sitting quietly on the throne throughout the entire encounter. Jareth reached down and scooped Tobey up, now using his finger to tickle under Tobey's chin.

"I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry, what could I do?"

Jareth's words had a lyrical sense to them, making you dizzy as he spoke. He turned to face you, his smirk returning at the rooted confusion on your face. You tugged at your arms and legs, trying to break free from the Goblins, but they had a tight hold on you and seemed to be keeping you in place through someone's order. Jareth's order.

"My baby's love had gone, and left my baby blue, nobody knew."

Then, as if enchanted, the Goblins croaked out at the same time: "what kind of magic spell to use?"

"Slime and snails!" One called from your right. You pulled at your arm, but the Goblin only held you tighter. "Or puppy dog tails!" You cringed at the idea of poor animals being used as some sort of spell; it was completely cruel, but you wouldn't put it past Jareth to be cruel. "Thunder or lightning!"

Jareth eyed you from across the room, then looked down at Tobey. Then, he grinned. "And baby said—" Jareth tossed Tobey into the air, practically throwing him at you.

"Tobey!" you yelled and jolted forwards to catch him, arms outstretched. But, as Tobey fell and landed in your arms, you squirmed in horror as a Goblin appeared there instead. You immediately let go, eyes flashing in betrayal at Jareth, while he merely smirked in satisfaction, revealing Tobey still in his own arms, safe.

You huffed, but had no time to process as the Goblins continued to swarm. You felt yourself be pushed around as Jareth started to dance with Tobey in his arms, making the baby laugh and giggle from the exciting movement.

"Dance, magic dance! Put that baby's spell on me," Jareth's eyes flickered to you as the Goblins continued to repeat phrases from his words. "Jump, magic jump! Put that magic jump on me."

A Goblin managed to pull you down. You gasped as your knees hit the floor. The Goblins grabbed your face, prodding and squeezing your cheeks, tugging at your hair.

"Slap that baby, make him free!"

You cringed at the Goblin's touches. You tried to move your face away, tried to lift your body up again, but they had you trapped in a kneeling position on the floor. You continued to struggle and fight against them, but the more you struggled, the worse they became.

"I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try, what could I do?" Jareth gestured to you on the floor, frowning at the obvious distress on your face. "My baby's fun had gone, and left my baby blue, nobody knew!"

The Goblins were extremely loud as they chanted a repeated "what kind of magic spell to use?"

You stared up at Jareth as he continued with the various magic spells. Slime and snails, puppy dog tails, thunder and lightning... and through each word that he spoke, you could see his eyes constantly flickering back to you. It felt as though he was genuinely trying to help you, offer out a hand of support.

Was he trying to help you escape the Goblins? But surely he could just tell them to stop?

You thought harder. Trust me.

You blinked in realisation. Trust me.

Jareth wanted you to willingly trust him. Even now, as he flaunted Tobey in front of you, teasing you with lyrical words and had you trapped on the floor by Goblins, he still wanted you to trust him. But how could you show that you were trying to do so?

Then, resolved with an idea, you stopped struggling. The Goblins noticed this and ceased their tugging and pulling. You breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at Jareth from your kneeling position on the floor. He had placed Tobey on the throne behind him, and your eyes softened as you noticed he had fallen asleep. All that dancing had worn him out.

Jareth reached his hand out to you. "You remind me of the babe."

You slowly placed your hand into his own, feeling a rush of warmth fill your chest as Jareth guided you to your feet. "What babe?"

Jareth smirked, pulling you close. "The babe with the power."

He leaned down, his nose touching yours.

"What power?"

"The power of voodoo."

Your eyes fell half lidded. "Who do?"

Jareth's arms encircled your waist, holding you trapped against his body. Though, this time you didn't feel trapped. Which was strange, because you knew he'd be angry if you rejected him again; but what would happen if you accepted him?

"You do."

"Do what?" You asked, breathless and weak.

Jareth's eyes sparkled. "Remind me of the babe."

And then, his lips pressed against yours, and suddenly your mind went completely blank. You melted into his touch, your surroundings fading away from your mind. The Goblins no longer existed in that very moment, because all that was real was Jareth's lips against your own.

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clydethesnake · 17 days ago

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Icy Waters Vol. I

Chapter Five

Lin's eyes flutter open languidly, the haze of the early morning streaming in through her slightly open curtains, ones she had forgotten to close the previous night. I must’ve been more drunk than I thought.

She snuggles into the warmth of the duvet, tightening her arms around what she was holding.

Wait...

The earthbender’s head snaps up.

She spots brunette hair sprawled over her pillow, her face growing bright red at the fact that she was embracing the waterbender that has been on her mind a little more than usual.

However, before she can do anything to change their position, a knock sounds from the door. Lin figures that Kya will still be passed out, so she makes the decision to carefully extract herself from spooning the taller woman. How embarrassing... she thinks, it was probably me who latched onto her like that.

While she was happy to have left the bedroom without the waterbender stirring, she can’t help but think, deep down, that she wished she could’ve stayed in the embrace a little longer.

Another knock comes from the front door of her apartment, just as she shuts the bedroom door. Walking through the hallway, she notices Kya still passed out on her couch.

She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, but still making a mental note to leave a glass of water and painkillers next to her for when she wakes up.

Lin opens the door just as a third knock sounds, her little sister standing in the doorway. Moms just dumped her here. Of course.

“Took you long enough.” Suyin huffs, pushing past her older sister.

“Good morning to you, too, Suyin.” Lin follows after her little sister into the living room. She points towards the sleeping woman on the couch.

“Is Kya dead?”

Lin rolls her eyes, a little hungover and too tired to be dealing with Su’s attitude, “No, Su. She’s just sleeping.”

Her the younger girl sits in the armchair and looks at her older sister, “I’m tired. Can I go and sleep in your room?”

Lin is about to give the automatic response of ‘yes’, but then remembers who is currently sleeping in her bed, “Just give me a minute.” She tries to plaster on her most neutral face, but as soon as she turns away from Su to walk back to the bedroom, her cheeks turn pink once again.

She opens the door quietly, noticing that Kiko is still asleep and walks to her side of the bed. Since Lin leaving, she has managed to sprawl herself across the bed completely. How cute...

It takes a while of Lin mustering up the courage to wake Kiko up, as well as increasingly firm pushes to the shoulder for the waterbender to wake up. Her eyes open groggily, and she almost succumbs to the need for more sleep, before she realises where she is.

“My sister is here,” Lin’s voice is soft and quiet, “She wants to sleep in here. You’re more than welcome to sleep more on the couch.”

Kiko sits up on the bed, smiling at Lin, “I should probably get back to the Island. Katara is teaching me how to heal next week and I might get an early lesson in.”

Lin nods as Kiko gets up, stretching her arms above her head. The earthbender averts her eyes in embarrassment at staring at the waterbender, but she relaxes when she disappears into the bathroom with her clothes from last night.

She waits for Kiko to come out of the bathroom and they both walk to the living room, where Su is half falling asleep on the armchair. I mean, it is early. Mom always leaves for work around 6 am.

However, the younger Beifong daughter’s head snaps up at the sight of Kiko, “What are you doing here?”

Kiko chuckles at the younger girl, “It was too late for a ferry last night, so I just stayed here.” She turns her head to Lin, as if to make sure what she is saying is okay.

Suyin hums, “Did you sleep with Lin then?” Lin crosses her arms as her ears turn red, damn her intuity.

“I slept on the floor, Suyin.” Lin is suddenly grateful that she has wooden floors and for the fact that Su hasn’t fully grasped seismic sense yet.

Suyin narrows her eyes sceptically at her sister before sighing, “I’m going to sleep.” She stands and walks into the bedroom.

Kiko and Lin stand in slightly awkward silence for a few moments before Kiko breaks it, “I never got to properly speak with her, but it seems that she is a character.” She chuckles, looking towards Lin’s now closed bedroom door.

“I suppose you could say that.” Lin muses, also looking in the same direction.

Kiko sits in the armchair where Suyin was previously sitting, letting out a sigh as she looks at a still passed out Kya, “I guess I have to wait for her to wake up.”

Lin is standing by her side, “You’re more than welcome to stay until she wakes up.” She then remembers her previous mental note and walks to the connected kitchen to grab a glass of water and some painkillers for the sleeping waterbender. Lin snickers a little, “She’s gonna be so hungover.”

“You can say that again. I thought she was going to vomit all over me when we were walking down Kyoshi Street.”

Lin lets out a small laugh, sitting on the floor and leaning against the coffee table to face Kiko, “She was practically green!” Kiko laughs along with her, I could get used to that sound... the earthbender muses, “She seemed to have a good time with Asako, too.”

Kiko nods, a lingering smile still on her lips, “They were hanging off each other. I’m surprised they didn’t go home together.”

“It’s good that they didn’t. Kya was way too drunk to be making good decisions.”

The conscious waterbender smiles, “I’m sure they will at some point...”

There is a brief moment of silence between the two, as Kiko admires the paintings around the open floor apartment, “These paintings really are beautiful...” She muses, more to herself than Lin.

The earthbender doesn’t quite know what to say, how does she get me so flustered!? “Thank you.”

---

It's another hour before Su wakes up.

She walks into the living room, rubbing her eye with one hand and holding a crisp, white envelope in the other.

Kiko, who had been sitting on the oversized armchair with a book, widens her eyes at the sight. The eldest Beifong sister does the same, having been sat on a kitchen chair she had brought into the living room to sketch. Kya, of course is still not awake.

“I found this on the table.” Su explains, holding the envelope up.

Lin walks towards her, holding out a hand to take it, “Give it here, Su.”

Su furrows her eyebrows, “Why? I found it.”

Lin sighs in frustration, her temper at the appearance of the envelope. She turns to Kiko, as if checking on her before looking at her sister again, “It’s Kiko’s. Just give it here.”

Suyin, a little grumpily, hands her sister the envelope, who passes it onto Kiko, “You don’t have to open it if you’re not comfortable.” Lin’s face is concerned as she looks at the waterbender.

“I have to, Lin.”

Before the earthbender can say another word, Kiko opens the envelope and widens her eyes at the words. Lin’s face falls at the disturbed look on the waterbender’s face and stands beside the armchair that she is sitting in.

Her eyes scan over the copperplate words,

Reveal yourself, or I will do it for you

Lin's mind immediately starts to race, what does this mean? How did they get in here? But before she can think anymore, Su’s piercing voice interrupts, “Can I read it?”

Lin immediately responds, “No!” Su looks concerned, so she elaborates, “It’s- it’s something private.”

“How did it get in there anyway?” Su’s tone is sceptical.

Kiko is the one to respond, doing a much better job at keeping her voice level and calm, “I must have left it in there by accident.”

“You’ve been here before?”

Lin’s face blanches, but Kiko continues calmly, “Last night was the first time I’ve been to your sister’s house. It was too late to take the ferry back to Air Temple Island.”

Su still looks a little doubtful, but she concedes.

Kiko carefully places the note back in the envelope and places it on the coffee table, “I’d better wake her up.”

“Good luck.” Lin snickers, sitting in the armchair that Kiko had vacated.

Kiko rolls her eyes and answers sarcastically, “Thanks.”

It wasn’t that difficult to wake up the hungover waterbender; a nudge to the shoulder and a whisper of her name did just fine in making her eyes flutter open. It was the next part that was the hard bit- getting her back to Air Temple Island.

Kya's eyes squint as she takes in the light filtering through Lin’s partially closed curtains. Her hand comes up to touch her head, but is quickly redirected to the glass of water and painkillers that are being handed to her by Kiko.

Kiko turns to check that Su is in the kitchen when she speaks, “I received a new note.”

Kya’s eyebrows furrow as she swallows the painkillers, “What? What does this one say.”

Kiko can tell that her brain is working overtime to get the words out, “Don’t worry about that for now. We should focus on getting back to Air Temple Island.”

“You’re going back? What about reporting this to the police?” Lin asks, her tone concerned.

“We need to get back, Lin. Katara will be worried.” Kiko pauses, “ And you have to look after Suyin. We can do it another day.” She reassures the concerned looking earthbender, but Kya backs her up.

“I agree with Lin, we have to report this. Surely, they can send it in to be brushed for fingerprints or something. This has been going on for long enough.”

“See?” Lin’s tone is slightly smug. Two against one.

“What are you doing with your sister then?” Kiko frowns.

Before she can come up with more excuses, Kya buts in, “I can look after her for the day.” Lin narrows her eyes sceptically, so she elaborates, “I’ve done it before. Besides, she likes to hang out with me. You can trust me, Lin.”

The earthbender sighs, realising that she doesn’t have much choice, “Fine.”

Kiko lets out a little groan at the thought of going back to the police station.

“Oh, stop grumbling. Kya’s right, this has been going on for too long.” Lin says, narrowing her eyes at the grumpy waterbender.

“I guess you’re right.” Kiko reluctantly admits.

---

Lin’s nerves are slightly higher than normal, not just because of the thought of a stalker invading her home while she was asleep without leaving a single trace, but also at the thought of Kya looking after her baby sister. Oh, I just know she’s going to be coming home chatting on about how she wants to go travelling.

The pair reach the police station within 20 minutes with Lin’s slow driving. There was little to no words coming from Kiko, which Lin knows is a bad sign. I thought I would have at least one comment on my driving by now.

But no, the waterbender is completely silent.

Lin pulls into the staff car park and gets out, noticing that Kiko is taking her time to leave the car.

“Mom should be working now; we can go straight to her.”

Kiko nods silently, following Lin through the bustling bullpen on the top floor. They reach Toph’s office, the large intimidating metal door making Lin almost hesitate, knowing that Toph doesn’t like to be disturbed.

Nevertheless, she knocks.

A faint come in is heard from inside, and the door is willed open by her mother's bending.

“What are you doing here, Lin? I gave you the day off to look after Su.” Toph is pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, leant back on her desk chair.

“I know, but something’s come up.” She moves to the side, letting Kiko enter the office, “Su found this in my room.” Lin holds up the note.

“Well? What does it say?” Toph questions.

“Reveal yourself, or I will do it for you.” Kiko interrupts.

Toph nods, letting out a heavy sigh, “What is that supposed to mean?” She pauses, “And why was it in Lin’s room of all places?”

Kiko and Lin look at each other, “I stayed there last night.” Kiko answers, almost hesitantly.

“Why would you do that?”

“It was too late to get a ferry by the time Kiko left work, but that’s beside the point. Can we send this to be brushed for fingerprints?”

Toph thinks for a few seconds, “Are you sure it will be worth it? This creep seems to be thorough in not leaving any trace.”

Lin’s frown deepens, “If there’s even a chance of this person being caught, shouldn’t we take it?”

“I suppose.” Toph leans back in her chair, “We can send it in for testing, but I think that it would be a good idea to put Kiko in the Zheng Hai protection programme in the meantime.”

“What? I don’t need to be a part of a protection programme! I can handle myself!” Kiko’s voice seems to come back to her in protest.

Toph rolls her eyes, but Lin nods, “I agree with the Chief. Yes, you can protect yourself, but you never know what could happen.”

Kiko shakes her head adamantly, “No, it’s not necessary.”

What's wrong with her? Why is she so determined to not be put on this list?

“Come on, Kiko-”

She gets cut off when Toph leans forward and rests her elbows on her desk, “If there’s any escalation further than some notes, then you are joining one immediately.” Her voice is stern as she speaks to Kiko.

“Fine.” The waterbender agrees, frowning at the Chief.

“Good. Now get out of my office.”

---

Kiko stares out of the window of the passenger seat in Lin’s Satomobile, keeping quiet once again.

She was told by Toph that they should have information on the fingerprints within the next month, but she can’t help but think that it isn’t soon enough. I can see why she’s so uncomfortable. Maybe I should have encouraged her to join the programme more.

Lin is hesitant to speak up, “Are- are you okay?”

“I can’t believe I put you and Suyin in danger like that.” The waterbender shakes her head, keeping her eyes trained out of the window, “I should’ve known better.”

Lin furrows her eyebrows and frowns, “You could’ve never guessed that this would’ve happened. So stop blaming yourself.” She says, her tone firm.

Kiko scoffs, “I can still feel their eyes on me. It was a stupid move to go to your apartment.”

“Will you stop that? You’re not damn clairvoyant so stop acting like it.” Lin catches a glance at Kiko, “I’m fine, nothing has happened to me.”

“You’re not getting it! Whoever this is knows where you live now, I’ve put you and your sister in danger.”

“Do I have to repeat what you told my mother? I can handle myself. I’m a police officer and the daughter of the strongest earthbender, there is nothing to worry about.” Lin grips the steering wheel angrily, parking at the docks closest to Air Temple Island.

“I know. I just- I feel so guilty that I put you in danger. What if something happens?”

Lin grits her teeth and turns the engine off. They both sit in a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, she doesn’t quite know what to say to comfort the waterbender, “Nothing is going to happen.” Lin doesn’t quite believe herself, but she tries to suppress the feeling of anxiousness settling in her chest.

Kiko shakes her head, eyes trained on the floor of the Satomobile, “I hope you’re right.”

The waterbender doesn’t wait around for Lin’s response and leaves the car. She watches her walk to the small ferry, handing over a few yuans before they depart to the Island.

Lin’s heart feels heavy as she pulls out of the docks. She finds it hard to talk to Kiko; something about her makes her nervous. Could it be the fact that she’s best friends with Kya? She can rule out the stalker thing, the earthbender has faced far scarier matters in her lifetime so far.

But as she makes her way back to her now empty apartment, a picture of the waterbender’s cerulean eyes invades her thoughts.

Oh no...

#lin beifong x reader #lin beifong #lin beifong x oc #legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #avatar fanart #original characters #toph beifong #kya ii #tenzin #suyin beifong #slow burn #friends to lovers

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1.) To Be Young and In Love

Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader

⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.

(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)

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Spiderman Swings Into Action

You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.

You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.

However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.

Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.

After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.

You could not help but feel bad for him.

A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.

“Hey, Peter.”

The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.

“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.

“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.

You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”

“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.

“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.

“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.

“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.

You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.

But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.

You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”

Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”

You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.

“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”

“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.

To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.

Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.

You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.

Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.

It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.

“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.

“What is it?.” He asked softly.

“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.

“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.

“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”

“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.

Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”

You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”

You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.

You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”

Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.

This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.

After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.

After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.

You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?

("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")

You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”

“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.

“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.

Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”

“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.

“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.

Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.

You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.

Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."

You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.

("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.

"What about you?." Peter asked.

You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."

Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.

("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")

But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.

By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.

The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.

“Are you okay?.” He asked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.

Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”

Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.

“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.

Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.

Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.

He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.

• • •

A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.

You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.

One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.

Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.

The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.

You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.

As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.

“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.

The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.

You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.

However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.

You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.

“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.

“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.

Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.

“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.

He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.

You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.

Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”

You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”

Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.

You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.

By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.

“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.

You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.

“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”

“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.

You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”

“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.

You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.

• • •

Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.

Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.

Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.

By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.

Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.

Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.

After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.

“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.

Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”

“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.

Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”

“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”

Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”

“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”

Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.

• • •

It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.

It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.

What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.

“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.

The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”

You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.

You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.

Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.

The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”

The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.

Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.

“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”

Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.

The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.

As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.

“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.

You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.

You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”

Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.

“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.

Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.

• • •

Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.

Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.

It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.

He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.

You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.

“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”

Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”

He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.

“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”

“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”

“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”

Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.

“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.

“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.

Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.

You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”

“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.

Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”

He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.

“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.

Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”

“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.

“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.

“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.

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vedivaayurvedapro · 3 months ago

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Height Increase: What You Need to Know

Height plays a significant role in one's confidence and overall appearance. Many people wonder if they can increase their height, especially after puberty. While genetics is the primary factor determining your height, certain lifestyle choices can help you reach your maximum potential height.

1. Nutrition Is Key

A balanced diet rich in essential nutrients like calcium, vitamin D, protein, and zinc is crucial during growth years. These nutrients support bone health and growth. Include plenty of fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and dairy in your diet.

2. Exercise Regularly

Physical activity, particularly exercises like stretching, swimming, and yoga, can improve posture and strengthen muscles, making you appear taller. Regular exercise also promotes the release of growth hormones, which are essential during the growth phase.

3. Adequate Sleep

During deep sleep, the body releases growth hormones. Ensuring 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night can support healthy growth. For children and teenagers, more sleep is often recommended to aid in their development.

4. Posture Matters

Good posture can make a significant difference in how tall you appear. Slouching or hunching over can compress your spine, making you look shorter. Practicing proper posture by keeping your back straight and shoulders aligned can add a few inches to your height.

5. Avoid Growth-Stunting Factors

Factors such as smoking, excessive caffeine intake, and poor nutrition can negatively impact growth. It's essential to avoid these habits, especially during the growing years.

6. Consider Growth Supplements Cautiously

While some supplements claim to enhance height, it's vital to approach them with caution. Always consult a healthcare professional before trying any growth supplements to ensure they're safe and effective.

Final Thoughts

While you can't change your genetics, focusing on a healthy lifestyle can help you reach your tallest potential. Remember, height isn't the only factor in self-worth—confidence and a positive attitude go a long way in making a lasting impression.

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screechthewriter · 5 months ago

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it must be so lonely knowing what you know | a god of war fanfic

part three of seven:

The tension around Asgard was palpable. No one directly talked about Týr, but it was clear he was on everyone’s minds. Well, maybe not everyone’s. Mimir had a feeling Thor didn’t especially care one way or another once the high of having bested his brother had worn off. But for many of the minor Aesir, and especially for Freya, Týr’s fate served as a threat. If Týr could suffer this fate, there was no way they were safe.

Odin, meanwhile, seemed more paranoid than ever. If he had found any relief in getting rid of his son (killing him, Mimir forced himself to think, because hiding from the truth wasn’t useful), that relief was short-lived. If anything, Mimir thought he was getting worse.

He wasn’t sure how the younger ones felt about it. Thrúd had never been especially close to Týr; Baldur would ask about him, but at some point he stopped. Freya must have talked to him, because Mimir certainly hadn’t. He hadn’t had the chance; Odin had been running him ragged, probably still suspicious that Mimir, too, was conspiring against him. That was probably why he’d sent Mimir off with Thor. To make a point.

Mimir thought about that severed hand often. Dreamed about it. He hoped Baldur didn’t know about that part.

While the memory never truly left, it faded as the weeks turned to months, then to years. A lot changed in Asgard after Týr’s death. Ullr left, and Thor had two more boys to replace him. Magni and Modi were handfuls from birth, and the circumstances around that whole fiasco had given Mimir enough headaches to last a lifetime. It felt like he hadn’t fully recovered from what happened until the boys hit toddlerhood. He watched Thrúd reach the cusp of adulthood, and Baldur grow older and taller. He was becoming very mature for his age.

Mature, but fortunately not cruel or unkind. Mimir was impressed Baldur was able to navigate the halls of Asgard without being dragged into their muck. He didn’t change the other Aesir, per say, but it seemed like whenever he was around, the mood shifted. Mimir didn’t think anyone had a bad thing to say about Baldur. He was the only one exempt from Odin’s paranoia, if nothing else.

He’d make a great advisor, Mimir thought, if he wasn’t already a god. Maybe he could take Týr’s place as the peacekeeper in Asgard.

But seeing how things had ended with Týr…did Mimir really want that for him?

Regardless, he did his best to guide Baldur whenever he could. It helped that the boy seemed to have some respect for him—a bit surprising, considering one parent had never liked him and the other trusted him less and less every day, but Mimir would take it. Even if it meant answering odd questions every now and again.

He liked it a fair deal less when the questions went from odd to concerning.

"You all right, little brother?"

Baldur seemed sullen today, sullen enough that it set Mimir on edge. Sullen for a god rarely ended well. "Tired," Baldur responded. They had been sitting outside; Mimir had needed a break from Asgard's suffocating atmosphere, and Baldur often joined him. The boy was curled up in a patch of sunlight, looking quite a bit like a cat getting ready to take a long nap, but…

"Having a hard time sleeping?" Mimir probed carefully. There was something off about the way Baldur kept blinking against the sunlight and adjusting his position. Less like he was having a hard time falling asleep and more like he was trying to avoid it.

"...bad dream," Baldur admitted after a long pause. Then, "Is it bad if you have the same dream a lot?"

"Depends on the dream. Could just be you have something on your mind. Dreams are funny like that." Maybe by now he was old enough to truly be affected by his father’s moods, or his mother’s...situation in general. "Why don't you tell me about it, yeah? Maybe we can work it out together."

Baldur hesitated again before sitting up. "...it's cold in the dream. Really cold. I think I'm in Midgard and I can hear Mama crying." Baldur wrapped his arms around himself, shivering as if he could feel it. "I'm lying on the ground and I can't move. I think I've done something bad, but I don't know what. And it's snowing." He wrapped his arms around himself more tightly. "I think I'm dead? But I don't really know."

That would be distressing enough on its own, but it became more so when Mimir remembered the day Baldur was born. The runes on the tray.

The mark of death.

Mimir swallowed past a sudden surge of nauesa. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hiding his true thoughts, and that was a lot easier to do with Baldur. "Has something been bothering you lately?" he asked. "Anything...happening with your parents, perhaps? Sometimes a dream like that just means you’re worried about something else.”

He should know. He’d been having the same dream on and off since Týr died: hanging from the Jotunheim travel gate by the neck, struggling to breathe, his blood dripping down into the snow.

Baldur shrugged. “Papa seems mad about something but he won’t tell me what. He says I don’t have to worry about it. And Mama’s sad a lot.”

That sounds right. “Do you want me to try talking to one of them for you? If you’re worried about bothering them...well, it’s sort of my job to bother them.”

Baldur thought about it. “Can we talk to her together?” he said quietly.

“Of course we can. Whenever you want to.”

It was probably for the best. Freya meant well, but mothers could be a bit much when they were worried. If Freya started fussing, the poor boy might just feel more overwhelmed by whatever it was that was bothering him. Mimir’s presence might be able to stave off any excessive concern.

Even if there was a possible reason to be concerned, the boy didn’t need to be subjected to that.

They didn’t end up talking to Freya that day. She was away on Valkyrie business for a while, and despite his initial fears of sleeping, poor Baldur ended up napping underneath that tree, Mimir keeping watch over him. Fortunately, it seemed like a friendly presence was able to keep away any nightmares. Mimir was glad to be of service for something actually useful for a change, not just soothing paranoia and trying to keep everyone from killing each other.

When they did finally speak to her the next day, Mimir saw the sparks of fear in Freya's eyes, bordering on blind panic. He thought he would have to intervene, to keep her from scaring the poor boy further, but she only hugged him and thanked him for telling her. She gently reassured him that she was sure it was only nightmares, but she’d find a way to help him sleep better. It was good to see, but Mimir knew in his gut that wouldn’t be the end of it.

“Why don’t you go to my room and gather those things for me? I have to talk to Mimir about something.”

There it is.

Mimir kept smiling pleasantly until Baldur was out of the room. He even waited a bit longer, just to make sure that he was out of earshot before speaking again: “So, what do you...?”

Freya sat down heavily in the nearest chair, both hands pressed over her mouth. Mimir froze, his eyes first darting away, then towards her, not sure what to do. She recovered quickly, at least, straightening up, taking a deep breath, and looking at Mimir.

“I need your help.”

Four words he never thought he’d hear from her—though it made sense that since she was finally asking, it had to do with Baldur. Of course, Mimir would do anything for him, and he owed Freya more than he could ever properly repay, so there was only one answer: “What do you need?”

“You understand, Odin can’t know anything about this.”

Of course he can’t. That didn’t necessarily deter him, though. “I’ve kept secrets from the Allfather before. I can figure it out.” For a moment, he wasn't sure Freya believed him. She seemed surprised, at the very least. "What?"

"I just thought…"

"Thought because I'm his advisor that means I tell him everything to avoid his wrath? Sometimes not telling him things is the better path. And besides, I'm allowed to have my own life." For now, he thought a bit grimly. "I can swear an oath on whatever you'd like, if it helps. I know some very binding ones."

She looked like she was considering it, but shook her head. "There is a spell of protection," she said. "Something that could keep him safe from...that which has been foretold." The fear returned to her eyes, again chased away by resolve. "It could take some time before I've figured it out, but if I had some items from Vanaheim, it would help immensely."

Oh. That was why she really needed him, and absolute secrecy on top of that. It wasn't just about keeping some more obscure Vanir magic from Odin (which was already an understandable reason). With the state the Allfather had been in lately, if he found out she'd gone back for anything related to magic, even if it was to protect their son, he'd be furious. There was no doubt in Mimir's mind that he'd start the Long War again if he had even a suspicion of threat from Vanaheim. It would be too risky for her to go back. Mimir, though...

It was doable, he wouldn't lie. Risky, but doable. He might have to dust off some of the old faerie magic to get to a travel gate, but he could pull it off. Getting there wouldn’t be the only problem, though. "I can get out of Asgard, but depending on what you need me to get...if there’s anything that will keep your brother from skewering me on sight, I’d appreciate it." He wasn't joking, either. Freyr had no reason to like Mimir, and even if he'd lost his blade years ago, he did still have that boar. "Don't want to rely too much on my ability to talk my way out of a situation."

"Of course. I'll make sure you're left alone while you're there." Freya stood finally. "How soon can you leave?"

"Depends on Odin’s moods. Just get me safe passage, and I’ll do what I can. I know the ways in and out by now." His palms suddenly felt sweaty at the thought. "Think you could have a word with Sigrun, though?"

"Why?"

"If Odin kills me for this, I don't want her sending me to Helheim. I know, worthy death and all that, but…" He tried to smile, even though it was only half a joke. "...maybe we could bend the rules this once?"

He was surprised when Freya chuckled. "I'll talk to her. But...maybe don't get caught?"

"Oh, trust me, I don't plan on it. I just like having a backup plan."

He'd need a lot more than just the one to get through this trip. Mimir just hoped that Freya was right and that this would work. The boy didn't deserve some terrible fate.

Then again, fate rarely cared about what was deserved.

Mimir had an interesting relationship with what they knew here as the Norns. Dealing with the flow of destiny had been part of his career as an advisor for a long time (Oberon being the only one who didn't seem to care that much). Of course he’d had to deal with seers and prophets, with trying to plan around fate, or, in rare cases, avert it. But no god or king he’d worked for went to the lengths Odin had. Watching the god do whatever he could to avoid his fate at Ragnarok, and seeing all the pain his meddling caused made Mimir wonder if they should be more cautious. If their success would only bring pain somewhere else—or perhaps not even work at all.

He thought about saying something. In hindsight, he should have. But guilt stalled his tongue, drove him to simply walk away from the conversation. Freya was only here because of him, increasingly trapped, with only one person in her life that brought her true joy. He couldn't stand by and let her risk losing that.

He owed her that much.

#fic: it must be so lonely knowing what you know #series: will the circle be unbroken?#god of war #abuse cw #child loss cw #series: memories of mother

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loveforpreserumsteve · 1 year ago

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Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

STEVE BUSIED HIMSELF with breakfast. And what a breakfast it would be. A feast, really. Bacon, eggs, sausage links, home fries, French toast. Hell, Steve even thought about whipping up some pancakes. But he knew that Hodge would complain about Steve trying to fatten him up before his big break. Which couldn't be further than the truth. Steve was just so giddy with losing the bet that he couldn't help but make everything in his sight. Really, Hodge was lucky that Steve hadn't been to the grocery store yet that week or else he would've made more.

"... has, unfortunately, succumbed to his injuries late last night."

Turning to face the living room, Steve reached for the remote so he could turn the tv volume up.

Seeing the smiling face of Jonathan F. Walker made Steve's heart break. He had been hoping that the alpha would pull through. He couldn't even imagine what the man's wife and other loved ones were going through right now.

Soon-to-be father. Steve's hand dropped down to his own abdomen. He didn't know what he would've done if he was in John's wife's place, and he made a note to send her his condolences.

"Is something burning?"

Jumping at the sound of Hodge's voice, Steve rushed back to the kitchen where the eggs were very much burnt. Annoyed with himself, Steve cursed, "For fuck's sake."

"Not the first thing you've burnt," Hodge chuckled, "Probably won't be the last either."

Narrowing his eyes into slits, he tried to ignore his husband's teasing. This morning was supposed to be a good one. Especially with the news that Steve had been rehearsing for the past couple of weeks.

"What is all this anyway?" Hodge asked, looking over the variety of breakfast foods.

"Well, if you waited in bed, you'd know."

When Hodge didn't say anything to that in reply, Steve nervously glanced over at the beta. Trying to gauge his reaction to the news that he had won the bet. However, the taller blond just seemed confused with his manicured brows in a deep, heavy furrow.

"For breakfast in bed..." Steve hinted again. Nothing. Sighing, Steve placed his hands on his hips and teased, "If I knew that this would've been the reaction to winning a bet, I would've just made you toast."

Whatever needed to click for the beta, thankfully, did and he smiled at Steve, "Really?"

Nodding, "I've taken about fifty at home tests over the past few weeks. All of them positive."

"Y'sure they're really that accurate?" Hodge asked, briefly worrying his lip.

"The box said they were the most accurate out there," Steve shrugged, giggling. He added, "But I made an appointment to see Dr. Cho at the end of the week."

"Dr. Cho?"

Nodding again, Steve tried to salvage the non-burnt food the best that he could while also trying not to upchuck – hello, morning sickness. Plating the feast on two plates, Steve said, "Maria recommended her. Apparently, she's one of the best obstetricians in New York and did amazing when she was pregnant."

"Maria has kids?"

His own brows furrowing, Steve chuckled, "Monica..."

"Oh, right," Hodge rubbed the leftover sleep from his eyes. "Karen's –"

"Carol's," Steve corrected.

"Right, Carol's wife," Hodge nodded, sitting down at the table while Steve brought his food-filled plate and a mug of freshly brewed coffee over to his husband. Briefly smiling up at Steve, "Thanks, babe."

"Of course," Steve preened, kissing his stubbly cheek before turning back to get his own plate and glass of orange juice.

Gesturing to the tv where a montage was now being played in memory of John, Hodge asked, "What's this?"

"He passed last night," Steve softly clarified, vision going blurry with unshed tears. Once again, his hand fell to his still-flat lower abdomen. Heart breaking the more and more he thought about what Olivia was going through with being pregnant and losing her husband.

"Well," Hodge sighed, reaching for the remote. "That's too bad."

As Hodge turned the channel – and found some more tributes to the stage and small screen actor – the beta rolled his eyes, annoyed. Steve's brows furrowed, wondering how the actor could be so dismissive. Especially when the outcome was such a sad ending to a terrible accident.

Soon-to-be father, echoed in Steve's mind. Idly, Steve wondered how John Walker had reacted to the news when he was first told. He wondered if it was as blasé as Hodge's reaction was. For Mrs. Walker, he was hoping the alpha had made a wild, romantic gesture the way they did sometimes in omroms. The kind of gesture that filled people with so much joy that there was nowhere else for it to go but out.

"Okay," Hodge finished chewing his bite and leaned back, crossing his arms along his naked, muscular chest. "What's the matter?"

"Hmm?"

"Clearly something happened from you getting a plate and sitting down. So, what happened?"

"Nothing," Steve fibbed, not wanting to have an argument. It was supposed to be a good morning. A happy morning. He didn't want to taint the memory of them finding out they were going to be fathers. "Nothing at all."

Picking up his fork, "Y'sure?"

"Positive," Steve falsely assured. "Just the pregnancy mood swings starting already, I guess."

Nodding, Hodge went back to eating his breakfast. Practically inhaling it as he kept his attention on the TV. Laughing along with the laugh track from a rerun episode of some sitcom, Hodge acted as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. So, Steve tried to do the same. He ate his breakfast, finding fast that he was nauseated, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the fetus growing inside of him or how dismissive his husband was to the whole thing.

"Hey," Hodge announced, leaning back in his chair, "Y'know what I'd love to do right now?"

Heat crept up Steve's cheeks as his mind slipped into the gutter, "What?"

"Tell Peggy and Daniel."

"Oh?" His brows furrowed, not expecting that.

"Yeah," Hodge nodded, grin growing. "And I know that we're supposed to keep it hush-hush for a bit, but this is possible because of them, y'know?"

Biting back his grin, Steve playfully rolled his eyes. "Alright, you can tell them."

Rushing from the table like a kid rushing towards the tree on Christmas morning, Hodge headed for the bedroom to pull on a shirt. Then, he was back in the kitchen, dropping a kiss to the top of Steve's head before rushing out of the apartment.

Chuckling, Steve brought his hand to his abdomen once more. "Your daddy's a goofball."

As he carried the plates over to the sink, Hodge returned with Peggy and Daniel in tow. For a moment, Steve felt his heart speed up at the thought of Bucky being with them. But he wasn't there and his chest clenched uncomfortably. The better part of him wondered when he would see him next.

"Congratulations, darling!" Peggy pulled him into a hug, kissing Steve's cheek.

"Yes, congratulations," Daniel added, holding a bottle of champagne. Steve's gaze dropped to the bottle and Daniel clarified, "Sparkling cider. It's better for the baby."

"That's awfully considerate," Steve smiled, sliding underneath Hodge's arm.

"Isn't it?" Hodge agreed.

"Our best wishes to you, Steve," Peggy said as Daniel poured them each some of the white grape juice into plastic disposable cups.

"We're more pleased than we can say," Daniel added, handing one of the cups to Steve.

"Thank you," Steve said, taking a sip of the faux champagne. Smiling down at his still-flat stomach, "Really. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"Just have a healthy baby and we'll call it even," Peggy winked.

"To a healthy baby," Daniel toasted.

"To a healthy baby," Hodge echoed, raising his cup.

Steve followed suit and so did the Sousas. For a moment, a longing pulled sharply inside of Steve. Assuming that it was just Hodge missing his parents and wishing that they were active in their lives, Steve wrapped his free arm around the beta's waist, hugging him closer to himself. Smiling up at his husband, Steve knew that this was all the family he'd need. Even if a small part of him conjured visions of steel blue eyes and dimpled chins featured on perfect little cherub children.

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gabrieljarvis1992 · 4 years ago

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keulixeutin · 2 years ago

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Breathless

a/n: my plane experience didn’t quite go like this. would’ve been nice, though. hope it makes sense, and hope y’all enjoy! summary: a stranger helps ground you when you feel trapped on a plane. bakugou x reader. she/her pronouns. cw: claustrophobia attack, panic attack, anxiety, nausea (no vomiting), fluff, just bakugou doing the best he can. au, but no powers are mentioned so u can pretend its canon if u want lol. word count: 4,258 words

You jerked awake, suddenly feeling odd.

There was something—off.

You didn’t feel right, but you couldn’t pick up on the reason why. There was an uncomfortable sense of dread growing in the pit of your stomach, spreading throughout the rest of your body. Your hands were clammy; your skin felt sensitive; you were jittery in ways you hadn’t been before, and you couldn’t put a finger on why.

You looked around the plane. It was dark; most of the passengers had their window shutters closed against the blinding afternoon light. Many of them were dozed off, too. You wondered if anyone else felt this—unnerved.

You were sitting in the back of the large plane, sandwiched tightly between the window and the man beside you. You felt more cramped than you remember feeling in previous plane rides. You normally handled them well, so what was happening now? Was this plane somehow more narrow than others? Was it more narrow in the back? Did this man with his wild hair and impossibly wide shoulders really have to put his elbow so far across the arm rest into your space?

No, no, that wasn’t fair. It was tight for everyone. This uncomfortable feeling—you just needed to stretch. Just need to shift a little, like a cat circling a spot three times before settling down to sleep.

You straightened your back, trying to soothe out the knots and kinks and pop it. It didn’t work, didn’t pop and didn’t help. The odd feeling lingered—intensifying even—no. No, it wasn’t intensifying, because intensifying would be bad. It was just there. It was just uncomfortable. Disagreeable—yes. That was a good word, a calm and collected word, a not-too-negative word to describe your situation. Once you found an agreeable position, you would easily fall back to sleep and bypass the last couple hours, you thought to yourself.

Optimistic, you leaned against the window.

Then, you leaned back into the chair, folding your arms, hyper aware of his elbow still past the invisible line.

Then, you unlocked the table from the seat in front of you to try and rest your head on it, but you realized that there wasn’t much space for you to curl your back, so you pushed it back up, locked it, and sat, staring at the seat in front of you that began to recline back, toward you.

It was so tight here. So confined. You felt restricted. You felt—

—Trapped.

You felt trapped.

As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you clearly felt the weighted dread on your chest, the difficulty swallowing, the starting heat.

It was a lack of air.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

It wasn’t discomfort; it wasn’t disagreeable. It was suffocating.

You couldn’t breathe.

Instead of finding a comfortable position, you found that you were possibly—probably—very definitely having a claustrophobia attack.

You felt yourself starting to panic. This was new to you. You usually flew so easily; sometimes, it got tight, but you never felt stuck. Sometimes you ached, but you never felt nauseous.

You closed your eyes, imagining that you were in a car driving through grassy plains, imagining beautiful wildflowers of all types of colors. The sun was bright, as bright as the tall sunflowers that greeted you as you stared out the passenger window.

Okay, okay, you thought. This was doable. You could do this. You could manage two (and a half) more hours doing this.

The plane shifted suddenly—slight turbulence—and that was all your brain needed to go into overdrive. The grassy plains in your imagination suddenly got taller, bigger, growing wildly to eclipse the flowers, the sky, the path, boxing you in, trapping your car—and then the car suddenly wasn’t a car, but a metal box getting smaller and smaller and darker and tighter and—

Your eyes shot open, breaths coming out in short, tiny pants.

You were dangerously hyperaware of all movement and spacing around you, how everyone seemed to take up so much space, how they seemed to take up so much of your space, the elbow crossing the arm rest, the reclining seat in front of you, the child accidentally kicking the back of your chair. Your nausea was building, your chest was burning, your vision was darkening—shit, shit, shit, what were you going to do—what were you going to do?

“Hey. You alright?”

You turned to the man beside you, the one whose elbow was two centimeters too far over the invisible line, and logically you knew that it was illogical, but with the way your breaths came out shallow and desperate, with the way your heart was trying to claw its way out of the heat behind your diaphragm as though there were a fire starting behind your ribs, under your skin, it only seemed right and helpful and sane to blame him.

He seemed to see something on your face. His red eyes narrowed at you. Maybe he saw the terror. Maybe he saw the flames.

“I have to get up,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite your intense need to double over and cry and throw up and pass out, in whatever order gave you the most relief. “Please. Please, I n-need to get up.”

Without hesitation, the stranger woke up the woman in the aisle seat. Instead of stand up, she stayed seated, twisting her body and moving her legs to the side, expecting the two of you to squeeze through, but the man hissed out an aggravated, “Move your ass, lady!” She scrambled to her feet with a huff.

You all but fell into the aisle, feet trying to find ground beneath you, but you were furiously aware that nothing was solid ground, that you were in the sky in a metal bin, and it wasn’t the fall that frightened you but the walls, how they wouldn’t expand, and the people, how they could only expand, only take up more space, more oxygen.

So close to the back of the plane, your eyes caught the back room where the flight attendants sat. It was empty, though, so you quickly rushed to the back, trying not to frighten people with your heaving so loud in your ear as you gripped the wall and turned the corner, slowly falling to your knees.

You swallowed a gasping breath—one, two, then another, more. The darkness that had been dotting your vision was fading. The space here wasn’t much; you wouldn’t be able to stretch out your legs without leaning against the emergency exit (which you absolutely weren’t going to do), but the fact that you weren’t pressed up against a hard shoulder and a shuttered window was already relieving some weight off your shoulders, extinguishing some of the flames from your chest.

“You need water?” Same gruff voice—same gruff scowl.

He was crouched in the aisle, peering at you from the entrance. You were vaguely aware that, though he couldn’t tell his elbow had been encroaching your space, he was mindful of not crowding you here and not hovering over you with his size and height.

You nodded. He disappeared. You hazily remembered the flight attendants were pushing their drink cart at the front of the plane. When he came back, he handed you a cup and sat down on the other side of the little space, legs tucked against his chest.

“Thanks,” you said. The nausea was still bubbling in your stomach; you didn’t want to give it fuel, so you took tiny sips. “Y-you can go back,” you told him. “I should be okay now.”

“It’s fine—I’ll stay.” He was still scowling, eyebrows furrowed in sharp, angry angles, but there had been a softness in the red of his eyes when he had seen you gasping beside him, when you had asked him to let you through. “Lean back and keep your chest open,” he said. “Stop hunching.”

You slowly adjusted your posture.

“Good. Fix your breathing; you’re on the fucking verge of hyperventilating. In through your nose and out through your mouth to slow down. Three or four counts. Whatever you can manage.”

You didn’t realize that you had still been gasping for air. The initial panic had subsided as soon as you sat down in this open space (open being extremely relative), but you could still feel the anxiousness on the edge of your skin, as though it were lingering smoke, or embers ready to reignite.

You crossed your legs, tilted your head back, and rested your hands on your knees to ensure that your shoulders didn’t shift back into a cowering hunch. You closed your eyes, counted three as you inhaled through your nose, counting again as you exhaled through your mouth.

“Good,” you heard him say again.

Good, you thought.

In—out.

In—

The plane shook suddenly. It wasn’t an abnormal shake, just a small, tiny piece of turbulence that was to be expected at that height, but in your delicate and frazzled state, it felt as though you were minutes from the door and ceiling collapsing on top of you, seconds from your breath being taken away.

You choked out a gasp—

“You’re fine.”

No, he couldn’t know that, he—

“Hey—look at me.”

You felt a grip on your left hand that rested on your knee. You opened your eyes; he was glaring at you—no, he was looking. Brows sharp. Angular. Crimson eyes fierce—intense—but not knife-like. Not jagged. Not cruel.

“It’s mild turbulence,” he said. He squeezed your hand once.

You swallowed a nervous lump. Your mouth was dry. Your throat hurt.

“I’m telling you, you’re fine. You need to keep breathing,” he said, then adding, “slowly,” as though you had forgotten (how could you forget?).

You tilted your head back.

“Come on—inhale, one…two…three…four… Good.”

Good, you thought.

“Again—one, two, three, four. That’s it.”

He squeezed your hand a second time.

He was—odd. And fucking rude. You thought people were supposed to be more compassionate in these situations, empathy coloring all their movements, expressions, and voices, but this stranger was sharp, brusque, all angles and hard lines.

And yet—there was an unusual and unexpected sense of reassurance in his terse honesty, in the tight grip of his hand, in the callouses that brushed against your knuckles every time he shifted and squeezed. There was an inexplicable comfort in his curtness, in his hard angles, like you could touch him and your fingers wouldn’t sink; and there was something pleasant about holding someone and knowing that they had a weight to them, a structure, a frame that wouldn’t bend or break or flatten. You felt like you could trust him to tell you without falsities or sweetness whether the plane was landing safely or exploding wildly. You felt like he’d find space for you in his diaphragm in the fire, in the fall, like he’d give you the air from his own lungs if that was what it took. You didn’t know why you thought this, or what about him said this, but you held onto that thought with clenched hands and clenched jaws.

It helped you settle against the makeshift wall behind you, made of the flight attendant’s folded seat. There was still a curling ball in the pit of your stomach, but at least the air was coming in deep and leaving slow, unobstructed.

“How do you feel?” he asked; a question that was normally laced with concern was colored coarse.

“Better,” you answered quietly.

You felt a tender loss as he released his hand and shifted back to his end. A silence settled between the two of you as you both listened to your breathing.

After a few minutes, he asked, “This happen often?”

You shook your head.

“No medication then? Sedative, anti-anxiety?’

“No,” you said, shaking your head again. “This is the first time.” You would’ve laughed incredulously if you didn’t feel like every energy was being used to keep your chest open and not on fire.

You thought back to the past several weeks, leading up to this trip to visit your friends on the coast. You thought about the stress from work, the deadlines you couldn’t miss and the projects you couldn’t disregard, your calendar piled on and crammed with events and hang-outs to try and please everyone’s desire to see you, the way you forced yourself to clean the apartment at 1 AM because you couldn’t stand the mess, and then sleep at 3 AM because you had to decompress, and then wake at 7 AM to shower and get dressed, starting all over again. All of it finally caught up with you in the tiny back of this tremendous plane.

The flight attendant suddenly peered in. “Is everything okay?” she asked, looking between you and the stranger. Her frown seemed to imply that she had initially thought something lewd was happening, but then she noted that you were sitting separately and still straining to keep from boiling over. Her frown softened. “Are you okay to go back to your seats? You can’t really be back here, and the seatbelt light is on. I can get you more water if needed, ma’am.”

Before any type of panic could bubble in your chest, before the words even had the time to linger in the air with her breath, the frenzy-haired and red-eyed stranger interrupted, saying, “She’s trying to catch her breath. Give us ten minutes and then we’ll head back."

The flight attendant looked hesitant, but another look at you made her acquiesce. “I’m sorry. I can only give you five minutes; we’re almost done passing out drinks and the cart has to come back here, okay?” she said. Then, turning to you, she asked, “Do you want more water?”

What you wanted was for her to give you a break.

“No,” he said.

She looked to him, maybe confused as to why he was answering, maybe concerned as to why he was so rough, but she didn’t say anything else and disappeared down the aisle. You relaxed the best you could against the hard wall, grateful for his gruffness, and murmured your thanks.

“It’s whatever.”

You sat back in silence, focusing on breathing. You didn’t try to imagine anything. You just counted. You almost asked to hold his hand again, but then the flight attendant came back too soon and you were forced to get up.

The walk back to your seat was painful, each step rekindling the embers in your chest. You took your seat, feeling the dread as a lump in your throat that, when you swallowed, sat in your stomach with a gravity you didn’t think you could keep contained.

“Hey,” the stranger said, catching your attention. “You got anything to keep occupied? Fidget spinner? Games?”

You shook your head hesitantly, feeling small, feeling stuck, feeling tr—

“Focus on me, dumbass. No games? No portable consoles? Like a DS?”

You sighed shakily, trying to focus your unfocusing eyes. “I know what consoles are. I brought a book and my laptop, and I promise you, I will upchuck if I read right now.”

“Tch.”

He pulled his dark red backpack out from under the seat and rifled through it. He took out a Nintendo Switch, turned it on, and shoved it into your hands.

“Here. Play,” he ordered. He didn’t explain the rules, just plugged in the earbuds, tucked both into your ears, skipped the wordy intro, and then watched you maneuver your character and die. A lot. He swore a lot, too, and you found that listening to his harsh mutterings was better than listening to the game’s soundtrack. You tugged the earbuds off, letting yourself be distracted by his game and his voice.

You felt okay for a moment, whispering back to him—

“This is hard.”

“You’re just ass at it.”

—thinking that you could spend the rest of the flight like this, not relaxed but just okay.

And then the plane shuddered and your stomach clenched and your vision was wobbly, and he was too close to you, the game was too much in your hands, just another thing taking space, and you had to drop it into your lap or you were going to be so nauseous. You gripped onto the seat in front of you, aware that you were encroaching on the passenger’s space but not finding it in you to care. You fought the desperate urge to clamber out of your seat and crawl toward the back, quickly forgetting why you even needed to fight it.

“Chest open.”

You were vaguely aware that you were nodding, vaguely aware that he had shifted back from you as far as the seats would allow, even to the point where he was invading the aisle woman’s space, but it didn’t seem like he cared either.

“Keep the count,” he told you. “You want to sit in the bathroom?”

You shook your head.

“Then you gotta sit fucking straighter than that.” There was no fire behind his words. You wondered if swearing was just part of his everyday vocabulary. He gently grasped your shoulder, touched your back, helped you sit up with your chest up and shoulders back. You closed your eyes, counting, counting, breathing.

It felt like there was a blazing in your chest, like something ready to ignite, something trying to—and it felt like you were trying to cover it with just your body, just your small diaphragm, just the little bones of your ribs. How could so much heaviness, so much fire, fit behind the smallest bones, you wondered.

He must’ve noticed you squeezing your knees, because you felt his hard hand grasp the back of your soft knuckles. Another hand gently massaged the back of your neck.

“You’re alright,” he said. “You’ll be fine. Keep breathing.” His hand dipped to your shoulders, moved up and down your back, heavy fingers pressing against knotted muscle, blunt nails scratching at clammy, stiff skin. “Good?” he asked.

You nodded, appreciative of the touch, of a different type of pressure on your body. Good.

“Focus on my voice. Just keep breathing.”

“—W-why—” you gasped out softly.

“Why keep breathing?” He looked like he was restraining himself from yelling. There was a pulsing vein in his forehead, visible even in the dim light, that would’ve made you smile, that would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so busy trying to rework your lungs.

“No—why h-help?”

He frowned. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

What a bizarre response, you thought. What a perfect one, for someone whose scowl didn’t quite match his red eyes.

You flipped your palm over, interlaced your fingers through his, and held tightly. His thumb rubbed circles into the back of your hand. The callouses right beneath his fingers were dry and cutting. His hand and hold felt honest. He murmured encouragingly, the same few lines in the same low tone, choppy and curt, on repeat like he didn’t know what else to say. His hand on your back was similar. Sometimes he massaged too hard; sometimes he scratched too light. A clumsy and sweet effort.

You closed your eyes, fighting the mismatched breathing, counting your breaths, counting the seconds, and then counting the circles he drew against your skin and the times he gripped your shoulder, the hold slowly grounding you.

You were on the edge—but you were tied to a lifeline. Your toes hovered over the black space right past the threshold, but you wouldn’t fall—you wouldn’t fall—you wouldn’t fall. You weren’t comfortable—but you were okay.

You leaned against the shuttered window, and fell into a light and jerky sleep. Whenever you felt yourself fall too deep, though, you were wracked with an immediate and sudden fear. You’d shoot awake, panting, gasping, but he’d squeeze your hand tight, murmuring the same comforting and clumsy words until you settled down—“In through your nose, idiot. How many times I gotta tell ya? Good, good, just like that.”

Good, you thought.

It was the same pattern every five, maybe ten minutes. You didn’t fall asleep for long, the nerves always working you up to a dreadful jerk awake, even if there wasn’t any turbulence. But he squeezed your hand every time, with a scowl that didn’t meet his eyes, and he’d repeat the words again and again, like a chorus, like a mantra, like a prayer, one you held onto fiercely as you hovered over the edge for the rest of the flight.

The jostling of the plane landing was what woke you up next. Rather than a panicked gasp, your eyes fluttered open, feeling an ache in your neck and a weight on your head. The seat before you was crooked—no, you were crooked. Your head was tilted, resting on the stranger’s shoulders—and his head was rested on yours. In your lap was his Switch—and the both of your hands, still intertwined.

You smiled and took in a deep and unimpeded breath of stale plane air.

You touched his shoulder tenderly. “Wake up,” you said.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“We’ve landed,” you said, pulling your fingers out of his warm hold and watching how his hand twitched in your direction, as if chasing your grasp.

He sat up, eyes groggy. He tried to stretch his arms, immediately hitting the top of the aircraft cabin with an annoyed growl. You wondered if he ever had claustrophobia attacks. His frame was so large; how could he move through this world without feeling enclosed, encaged in every room he stepped in?

He caught your eyes staring.

“You good?” he asked, voice surly and shaded with sleep still.

“Good,” you said. “Thanks to you.”

You watched everyone get up before you, thinking that it’d be easier to let the fast-paced crowd hasten toward the exit first. The man sat with you; you shouldn’t have been surprised, but you were. He seemed like the go-go-go type.

When it was finally your turn, the stranger stepped out, slung his backpack over his shoulders, and grabbed his black suitcase from the overhead compartments.

“Which one’s yours?” he asked.

You pointed to the dark mauve, plastic one behind him.

Without another word, he pulled it out and set it down; his biceps flexed under the weight. He let you leave first with your backpack over your shoulders and his Switch against your chest, with him following behind, easily rolling both suitcases down the aisle.

When the two of you exited the gate, you pulled off to the side, relieved to be back on solid ground—but a little disappointed, you found, to be leaving him.

“I really appreciate everything,” you said, giving back his Switch. “I don’t even know how to truly thank you.”

“It’s fine. Don’t mention it.” He was gruff, he was scowling—and he was soft. You could see it clearly in his eyes. Now that you were out of the dim plane cabin, you could see how his brows had imperceptibly straightened, how his eyes weren’t so much red but a darkened and complicated pink.

“Can I hug you?” you asked quietly, hearing your heart hammering for a variety of reasons that you were too tired to think on.

He didn’t answer, but he uncrossed his arms, holding his hands out to you, the posture as gentle as the pink in his eyes. You stepped into his embrace eagerly, his larger body engulfing you entirely.

His heartbeat was strong. Steady. Curt, like his words. His body was all hard angles, all flexed muscles, all sturdy structure and heavy frame. His cologne smelled faintly of spiced wood, reminding you of summer storms, electricity crackling through a vibrating air. You took in a deep, deep breath, holding the smell behind your aching diaphragm, behind the small bones of your ribs, inside your tired lungs for as long as he held you.

You pulled back finally. Reluctantly.

“Thanks,” you repeated, looking up at him and catching the softness in his eyes again, the only part of his body that wasn’t all sharp.

For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you.

You didn’t know why. Just a feeling. Just the way his grip tightened on your waist, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips, the way the air seemed to buzz, your body answering on your tip-toes.

But he pulled away, dropping his hands to grab your suitcase handle.

“Got anywhere to be?” he asked.

“Not yet,” you said. “Why?”

“You should hydrate and eat. Come on.”

”Wait—”

“Stop complaining and let’s go.”

You smiled, touching his arm as you caught up. “I was just going to ask your name.”

He glanced at you. “Bakugou,” he said. “Katsuki—just call me Katsuki.”

“Okay,” you said, breathless in a way you didn’t mind.

But he didn’t ask your name. Instead, as you followed him down to luggage retrieval, he asked when your return flight was, and when you found that you were both on the same plane again but not in the same aisle, you saw him check the airline app for any available seats near you. You thought that it was somehow on brand that he didn’t ask for your name. You thought this was part of his curtness, part of his clumsiness, part of how his hands were so rough but encompassed yours so warmly, so sweetly.

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