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sweetest-sunset · 1 year ago

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A PerthChimon AU - MY SECRET CRUSH ♥️

FMV link: Let's Collide! 🔥

Perth was struggling with his monthly report which has to be completed today itself. He's a perfect employee in all aspects but he was find it hard to get back to the form after he took off for a week to take care of his sick mother. He was not able to keep up with the fast paced environment as he was missing the context of lot of things happened during his absence.

Clock striked at 11, He finished almost the entire report by himself because he knows how to gather data needed for him without any help but still a small part was left unfinished due to lack of information. Since everyone left at 6:00 pm itself, the office was empty and filled with darkness. A golden light illuminated his cabinet. He laid down on his desk being exhausted because it's not an easy task to get back to work, when you don't even know the context.

He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder, when he turned around to check, he was hit by a dangerously pleasant fragrance which clouded his mind making him forget about all of the stress he had due to work. It took him a moment to regain his composure. There was an angelic face right in front of him. It was Chimon, his colleague. 'Perth, why are you still here?', he asked with a softest smile on his face.

He tried to answer his question but nothing came out of his mouth except air. His hands went chill, he felt his heart racing and his cheeks burning. All these reactions happening inside him justifies the crush he has on Chimon. 'Hmm?' chimon hummed when he didn't get answer for his question, which made Perth come back to his senses. He managed to tell him about his pending work while things happening within him are still not subsided.

Chimon pulled a office chair from the cabin next to Perth's and sat beside him. 'Okay, let me know what are all the data you need in for completing this report', chimon casually asked while Perth's mind couldn't comprehend what's happening. Perth snapped and mouthed, 'Thanks for offering help, but this might take an hour to complete. I don't want to bother you!' he said not wanting to trouble Chimon for his personal issue. But deep inside he feels that he would really love to spend time alone with his secret crush of long time.

But chimon defended, 'If we work together we can complete this real quick, also I have completed mine yesterday, so I have an idea of what goes where. So without any further delay can we get started?' Perth was touched by the kind offering from Chimon, because he really needed that. He gave him a soft smile along with a nod. It's been 20 mins since they started working. Chimon guided perth with the data he needed.

When their fingers brushed accidentally while trying to reach for the mouse, their eyes locked for a good moment. Perth's eyes gave up on hiding the crush he has on Chimon. The entire world was blurred for him except a beautiful face which is just few inches away from him. As for Chimon, he felt a brand new sensation in his body while looking deep into Perth's eyes. Those sparkly eyes conveyed something beautiful to him. The air around them shifted but they were interrupted by Chimon's phone call.

While both of them were brought to senses by a sudden call, they were at loss of words. They somehow managed to complete the entire report within the next 10 mins. When they turned off their computer and got ready to leave. Perth uttered, 'Chimon, I really want to thank you for helping me, I might have gotten into a huge trouble if you are not here with me today! Please allow me to treat you a meal!'. Chimon replied, 'Okay, if you insist, let's go to the nearest restaurant. You want to come with me in my car?'

'Sure', said Perth ignoring the existence of his brand new car parked in the ground floor of the office.

The whole trip to the restaurant was filled with a romantic melody chimon played while their heads were full of what happened earlier. What if chimon didn't got the phone call at that time. Will they be one step ahead from where they are right now? These thoughts were racing within them as they reached the restaurant. Chimon asked perth to wait and got of the car. He reached Perth's side of door and held it open. Perth was taken aback by Chimon's actions. His treatment towards him felt special. He had lot of things going on his head, right at the moment.

When they were inside the restaurant, it came to Perth's knowledge that there's a premium table has been reserved for them prior. Chimon led Perth to their table. He pulled a chair out for Perth to sit. When they're settled in their respective seats. Perth started, 'how come we have a reserved table while came unplanned, chimon?'. 'Umm, I made an reservation while you were packing your stuff ', chimon answered. Perth couldn't stop his mind from taking all of these as a sign that he can open up to chimon about his inner feelings.

When the food arrived at the table, both of them started to enjoy their dinner. When Perth suggested chimon to try his favourite food by extending his spoon, Chimon leaned in and took Perth's spoon directly to his mouth, savouring the food. When Perth was still speechless by his actions, he offered his food to perth, not thinking much perth did the same. They were occasionally stealing glances and their eyes lingered in each other faces every now and then. There was a rush of sensations in their bodies due to the mere existence of the other one.

When they finished their dinner and came out of the restaurant, they found a beautiful park and decided to take a walk. A cold breeze swept as they were walking through the trees. Perth turned to chimon to talk just to find out he was already looking at him. 'You wanna say something?' chimon asked.. Perth felt he need to pour his heart out otherwise he'll burst into million pieces. Because it's been a year since he started having a secret crush on Chimon.

He was moved by how gentle chimon is with his words. It was not a sudden change, he fell gradually but deeper and deeper for him. In Perth's eyes Chimon is perfect in all aspects. Perth has spent hours admiring how hot chimon looks while handling crucial matters with ease. The way chimon dresses with his signature, High turtle neck topped with a monochrome blazer always leaves perth breathless. The tenderness in his actions is what made perth fall harder for him.

He was trying to convey all of the feelings in his heart but he felt like his words are stuck at his throat. Chimon smiled softly seeing Perth's condition, he took Perth's hand and started inching closer to him, slowly. He stopped moving closer when they were just millimeters apart. Perth held his soft gaze for a moment before closing the gap between them. All it took was a soft and gentle kiss to convey eachother's inner feelings for them. The kiss was tender, warm and delicate.

After few moments of breaking their intoxicating kiss, chimon began to talk. 'Sometimes we need actions to deliver our feelings while words don't come to help.' while being in eachother's warm embrace. Chimon pulled them out from the hug and continued, 'Without me knowing I had grown feelings for you, the more I know about you, the more I fell. I have secretly admired you. Sorry for taking too long to convey my feelings for you!.' he said with a softest smile on his face.

Perth felt like his fantasies were coming to life, never in his wildest dreams he thought that Chimon would have felt the same way as he has feelings for him. 'The gentleness in your attitude is what made me fall harder for you. Thank you for making me feel special!' completing his words he pulled chimon into a warm hug. Chimon felt wetness on his shoulders from Perth's tears. They stayed in eachother's embrace for a long time.

When Chimon's car stopped at Perth's place, perth turned to him for saying goodbye, but they both couldn't have enough of eachother. Their gazes conveyed that they no longer want to go on the separate paths. 'Wanna stay over at my place?', perth asked. 'Why not, I am not ready to stay away from my boyfriend, not even for a moment!' chimon replied. Perth chuckled and leaned in for a quick peck leaving chimon flustered. They both giggled at eachother.

When Chimon entered Perth's home, he can see a wall dedicated for his images. Perth gave him sliders and dragged him inside. He offered a decent set of his tshirt and sweat pants to him and sat in his bed. 'Okay, I'll wash up first', chimon turned towards the bathroom just to be pulled by Perth making him sit besides him. 'What's the hurry, it's already 3 in the morning and we are tired. So we won't be able to go to office tomorrow anyways. How about getting to know eachother better?', perth asked with a sly smile.

Chimon placed the clothes beside him and fully turns towards perth, 'That means.. we are not getting any sleep, am I right?' chimon asked while taking a subtle grip on Perth's tie, bringing him closer. Perth was totally enjoying Chimon's actions, he let chimon take the lead. He was getting closer as chimon was pulling his tie towards him. The moment when their lips touched, both felt an electrifying sensation running through them.

Perth conveyed all of his unsaid feelings through this kiss. The kiss was passionate and filled with love and care. They both treated eachother like they were made out of glass. Perth pulled chimon on top of him, pulling him by his tie. He closed the distance between their bodies with the help of his knees. They were lost in the Gentle and intoxicating love they have for eachother!

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aberghdesigns · 2 years ago

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criceofpain · 2 years ago

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since you ask a hard thought....

how about you surprised jake at his dorm? after the members celebrated his birthday, they went back to their own dorms. leaving the birthday boy all alone, even jay— his roommate also left him. they did that absolutely for a reason: they knew that you'd come. so they decided to give both of you some space to be alone.

on the other hand, you didn't answer his calls nor texts, it made him feel worried somehow but also mad bc you seem like you forgot his birthday. poor boy 🤚🏻😔

it's almost 10 PM but you still didn't show up. when he finally called you again, you answered it immediately; "where were you going? why didn’t you answer my calls? are you alright?" you giggled at the questions. "i'm in front of my boyfriend's dorm."

and he rushed to the front door to find you stood right there with your white dress and a birthday cake on your hands, "happy birthday my dearest boyfriend" you smiled softly and in no time, you're wrapped in his arms. he almost cry. baby, baby.

"don't do this to me" he talked in your neck and brought your body inside without breaking the contact.

long story short, you decided to spend the night at your boyfriend's. you changed your outfit with his comfortable sweater and watched vincenzo together. something clicked in your mind when you accidentally brushed your finger over his thigh, resulting a gasp coming out of his mouth. you looked at him with mischievous eyes while he tried so hard to ignore you.

"baby..." you kissed his cheek, neck and shoulder. "i want you." you whispered to his ear.

"but the-"

"i want to make the birthday boy feel good." and that was his last straw. he finally led you to take control like in this vid <3 -🦦

TW // NSFW LINK

GOD how i want to write this but i'm so busy with aein rn ARGHHHHHH but just like the goodest boy he is i wanna give him the best fuck of his life... i wanna go down on him and jerk him off and just bounce my ass on him until he cums 😭😭😭😭

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peterpparkerwrites · 3 years ago

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begin again - part eight (final)

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! I have this series and the following ones scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 7:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, death mentions, anxiety/ptsd mentions, drinking mentions, blood mentions, gun mentions, sorry for all that LMAO pairing: college peter x reader word count: 5k

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Peter woke up to a bottle of advil and cup of water by his bed, and a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn't just nausea.

He didn't drink very often, and it usually took a lot for him to get drunk because his powers fought against it. But it was possible, and he proved that only once before when he and Ned were being stupid and wanted to test it out.

Now he did it for the second time, and he really wished he hadn't.

You didn't leave any trace that you were there except for the advil and water, which brought some anxiety to his stomach. He wanted to call and make sure you got home alright, he knew you had been drinking too and the thought of you wandering back alone made him feel even more sick.

But he stumbled out of his room to see one of his blankets draped over the back of the couch and relaxed a little. You must've slept on the couch and left this morning. His chest tightened at that, wondering if you stayed because you didn't want to go home alone and drunk, or maybe...you wanted to make sure he was okay until the morning.

He scrapped that thought quickly, highly doubting it was the latter. You probably hated him, especially after that stupid stunt he pulled last night.

He felt sick again as soon as he remembered. Why was he so stupid?

Instead of dwelling on that he went to his room to grab his phone, knowing that he should at least thank you. The amount of messages you had sent from the last two months made him more annoyed at himself, but it wasn't like he could change it now.

thanks for bringing me home

He bit his lip as he sent it, deciding to type out another text.

i'm sorry

With a sigh he rubbed his chin and grabbed the glass of water, chugging it to try and get the gross taste of alcohol out of his mouth before deciding it would be best to just brush his teeth.

You didn't reply right away, which he had expected. He knew you were a quick replier but that was different now - he had left you on read for months, he would've been stupid to expect you to reply right away, or even at all.

To his surprise his phone dinged and he scrambled to finishing brushing his teeth and grabbed it, sighing in disappointment when he realized it was just a text from MJ.

His annoyed expression turned confused when he saw what she sent, though.

don't be stupid then, loser, just be honest with her. also i'm not your therapist why don't you text ned about this. and drink some water you sound fucked

With a little panic he went to see what he texted her before, realizing he must have messaged her while he was drunk. He was surprised she could even understand half of the things he sent, considering there were a ton of typo's and sentences that made no sense. Except for one.

I really rally like her but Im scared i messed it up

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, the nauseous feeling coming back. Apparently drunk Peter had a way easier time admitting how he felt than sober Peter. He went back to MJ's text and chuckled a little, shaking his head at her bluntness.

He could always count on her to tell it to him straight without caring if his feelings were hurt.

He was shaking as MJ cleaned up his knuckles, trying to get him to unclench his fist a little. She had been startled when he showed up at her window covered in blood with red rimmed eyes and the mask clenched between his fists, but he was able to say what happened despite how much it hurt, and she decided her first priority was to help him.

Grieving could be pushed until later.

"Why did you come to me?" She asked quietly, staring up at him with slight concern in her eyes.

"I don't want Ned or May to see this," he croaked out, "They'd-they'd be so disappointed."

"But you didn't-"

"No, I didn't kill him, but I wanted to, I-I almost did. I easily could have," Peter bit his lip to stop it from trembling, "MJ, she was just lying there-"

"Don't," MJ said firmly, though Peter could hear a little shake in her voice. She was her best friend, too. "I can't hear that Peter, and you shouldn't dwell on it, it'll just make you feel worse."

He went silent as she continued to clean up his bloodied hands, the sight of them making him angrier. He never hurt anyone with the intent that he did tonight, and he wished he felt more guilty about it.

How could he not feel guilty about hunting down her murderer?

"So...he's gonna live?" She asked after a moment, wrapping the bandages carefully around his hands.

"Yeah. I think he'll be in the hospital a while before jail but...yeah," Peter held his other hand up while she moved to get another bandage.

"You did the right thing," she replied, "I know it doesn't feel like it but...you did. Killing him wouldn't have brought her back."

This is why he chose to come to MJ instead of May or Ned, not only because they were so clear in their expressions that he would know right away if they were disappointed (which they would inevitably be) - he knew MJ would tell it to him straight, even if it hurt to hear.

"Thank you," he replied quietly, shutting his eyes while she finished cleaning his cuts.

She nodded and finished wrapping the bandage, cutting the end with some scissors and taping it on. "Do her parents know?"

Peter swallowed, wishing he could get rid of the looks on her parents faces when he showed up as Spider-Man to deliver the news. "Yeah, they went to the hospital last I knew but...but she was already..."

MJ sniffed a little, quickly wiping her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Peter."

"Yeah...I am too."

"I can't believe she's gone," she said quietly, sitting on her bed next to him. "It doesn't feel real."

"I'm sorry I told you like this," Peter muttered but she quickly shook her head, taking one of his hands in hers.

"I'd rather hear it from you than in the news or a phone call," she sighed, "And I'm glad you came to me for help. We're gonna get through this, Peter. You and me and Ned and all of us."

He squeezed her hand a little, "Yeah...we'll get through it."

He wished he could believe that.

His phone went off again and he snapped out of it, clicking the new text from you.

don't worry about it.

No smiley face, no goofy emojis. His heart hurt a little at that, but he knew he deserved it.

He deserved a lot worse than that.

And I...I really missed you

Once you slept and took several pain killers and drank probably a gallon of water, you let yourself wonder why the hell you were letting those words bother you so much.

You didn't really have to wonder why they bothered you, but you did wonder why you were still letting him affect you like this. And you were really wondered why he bothered saying those words to you, and especially why the hell he would kiss you right after.

You weren't a blackout drinker and it was easy to remember how it felt to have Peter kiss you, even if it was just for a few seconds. And it was nice. You hated that, you hated that you still wanted to be with him even though he was treating you like this.

It was obvious that you deserved better than that, and you knew it, too.

But that didn't mean you were gonna get over it so easily. You knew Peter was a nice guy but he clearly had a lot going on to where he was hurting you and that wasn't okay.

You jumped a little when your phone buzzed, your roommate grumbling something before turning over and going back to sleep. With a grimace you opened your messages and was shocked to see who decided to finally text you.

thanks for bringing me home

You frowned when you read Peter's text, barely having time to blink before he sent another one.

i'm sorry

He had apologized twice now, technically. You weren't sure if he was apologizing for kissing you, or for you having to bring his drunk ass home, or everything that he's done in the past few months that has hurt you.

Either way, it wasn't enough to make you feel any better. If he was going to give you a sincere, actual apology, then maybe you would be able to accept it. And if he was going to explain himself with valid reasons for why he hurt you, you might even forgive him.

Might.

You put your phone back down and frowned, deciding to get ready for the day and make him wait a little for you to respond. Like you even knew what you were gonna respond with anyway.

Your roommate got up too and muttered something about how annoying your phone sounds were and how she couldn't wait to go home tonight, before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door. You were a little happy that she had left and decided to reply to Peter's text before jumping in the shower.

You sent the text quickly and grabbed your hairbrush, yanking it through your hair while glancing at your phone a few times.

If he replied, you would be pretty surprised. You didn't have any clue what he would possibly say, since your text was pretty straight forward and not really something to continue a conversation on. Part of you hoped he would send something back anyway, but you quickly scolded yourself for thinking that.

It was past time to get over that stupid boy and your hopes that he might come around and change. If he did then whatever, you weren't going to sit around and wait for him.

With a sigh you shoved your phone away, grabbing your books and deciding to put some time to finishing your work before the weekend. The weather was great and you wanted to get out and take some pictures, maybe even dragging Harry along, but you didn't want to do that until you finished your work for your classes.

It seemed like it was going to be a long day.

"There's strange activity a few blocks away according to police comms," Karen said through the mask, "Go right."

"Thanks," Peter sighed through his nose, shooting a web in the right direction and moving with it, trying to go faster.

The day had been boring, he could barely remember much of what he did. He drank a ton of water as MJ suggested, still feeling shitty as he did his rounds. After a while he just went back to his apartment to take a nap and decided to do a late night patrol later on, so here he was.

When he got to the scene he tensed, noticing it was a bunch of men arguing - a large duffle was in the middle, making him more alert.

He hated coming across drug deals - they hit a little too close to home.

"Shut up or you're gonna attract unwanted attention!" One of the guys yelled, making Peter roll his eyes.

He observed the scene, noticing several men surrounding the bag and waving their arms around while arguing. A couple people stood some feet back from the two main guys arguing, but he noticed only the two had guns on their hips. The rest seemed unarmed, or they had knives tucked away and hidden. Easy enough.

He jumped down in the middle, making several of the guys jump back in surprise. He quickly disarmed the two main guys and shot webs on their hands before turning to the rest.

"Hey guys," he said, crossing his arms, "Oh sorry, am I interrupting?"

"Get out of here, or she gets it," one of them said angrily, yanking out and pointing a gun at someone he didn't notice before, a few feet behind most of them.

Peter froze when he realized it was you.

"Y/N?" He whispered, taking a few slow steps forward.

What the hell were you doing here? You were just standing there with a scared look on your face, shaking your head at him. Something wasn't right but he didn't have time to figure out why.

"Watch it, Spidey," the guy threatened, holding the gun up to you again while you shut your eyes. "Actually, this shit isn't worth it."

"Hey don't, don't shoot her," Peter struggled to say, feeling like he was speaking through jello, but the guy raised his gun with intent this time. "Don't!"

It felt like a repeat of when he saw Ben die and when Tony was killed and when he watched her get shot. He couldn't move fast enough and suddenly a shot rang out and you crumpled to the ground while the shooter and his men ran off.

"No no no," Peter scrambled forward and dropped to his knees next to you, "No, you're fine, Y/N you're fine."

"It's okay," you said quietly, your eyes not quite focusing on him as you coughed, and Peter felt sick seeing some blood trickle out of your mouth. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry, I can-we can go to the hospital," he insisted, going to put his arms underneath you and pick you up but you winced, weakly shoving his arms away. "Y/N, please, you can't-you can't do this."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, and Peter felt panic as you shut your eyes.

"No, don't-don't shut your eyes, come on," he freaked out, gripping your arms and shaking you a bit, but you didn't move. "Y/N, don't do this to me, I can't-"

He jolted up and found himself stuck to the ceiling, his blanket falling off of him and back to the bed below. He was in his room, in his pajamas, covered in sweat and his chest feeling tight with anxiety. He never went back to patrol because he didn't wake up from the nap he decided to take.

It was a dream.

His body relaxed a little and he fell back to the bed, trying to focus his on breathing. Nightmares weren't a new thing to him. He'd had them ever since Ben died and even more so since she died, he was used to calming himself down.

But not this time. Something felt different, and he wasn't sure if the reason was because it was his first nightmare about you dying, or the fact that the hair on the back of his arms and neck was still standing up straight, like something might actually be wrong.

He flopped his head over to look at the clock, seeing that it was nearly two in the morning. There was no reason you'd be out this late, much less at a drug deal. That was just ridiculous, he should have realized he was dreaming when it happened.

But it felt so real.

Without hesitating he got back up and rushed to grab his suit, deciding he couldn't wait and see if the anxiety would go away.

You bit your lip a little as you stared at the equation in front of you, not exactly sure how to proceed. The subject your teacher was going through this week was difficult and you weren't sure if you were doing it right.

It was nearly two in the morning and you were determined to get it finished before the weekend, so you didn't mind staying awake agonizing over it, even though you were exhausted.

Your phone was a foot away from you, and you almost contemplated grabbing it to text someone in your class for help, or even Peter, despite the late hour. But a loud bang made you jump and drop your pencil, whipping around.

The window shuddered a little as you stared at it wide eyed, seeing Spider-Man perched on the ledge with a hand up on the glass, the eyes of his mask squinted. After a second he reached a hand up and yanked the mask off, showing Peter's bright red face and even worse, tears brimming in his eyes.

You got up without hesitation and went to the window, yanking it open.

"Peter?" You hissed out in confusion as he climbed in, really glad that your roommate had gone home for the night.

He pulled you into a hug, and you could feel his body shaking from how tight he was holding you. You wrapped an arm around his waist and the other went up to his hair, eyebrows knit in confusion as you hugged him back.

"Hey, what - what happened, are you okay? Are you hurt?" There was no panic in your voice, no anger or questions about him being Spider-Man, no shock or surprise. Just concern.

Was he really surprised that you already knew he was Spider-Man?

"You're okay," his voice cracked as he said it, making you a little more confused as he held you closer to him, burying his face in your neck.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm fine," you confirmed, knitting your eyebrows, "Why wouldn't I be?"

You tensed a little when he brought his head up and looked you in the face, like he was looking to see if you were really there.

"I had a dream," he said carefully, like he was almost trying to convince himself that it was a dream. You were looking at him like he was a crazy person but he didn't care, he just held your face in his hands, finally relaxing now that he could see you were okay.

"Okay?" You replied, still sounding concerned. "Um, do you-want to talk about it or..? What's going on?"

Instead of responding he put his forehead to yours, shutting his eyes and trying to make his heart rate go down a little. You were here, you were fine, you were alive - that should be enough for him to calm down.

Peter really should have been given an idiot of the year award.

He wasn't sure if it was because he was so relieved you were okay, or because you looked adorable in your pajamas with messed up hair and tired eyes, or because the moment felt way more intimate to him than it probably actually was. But either way he made yet another stupid decision and closed the gap between your lips.

You weren't as caught of guard this time - for one you were sober and for another you saw him look at your lips and had an idea of what he was about to do next. But you didn't bother stopping him, even though you probably should have.

This was a lot different from the first kiss. You weren't drunk so it wasn't as messy but it was a little more desperate, and you could feel it in how tight he gripped you to him, like he was trying to get as close as possible.

It was almost like you were letting yourself forget every shitty thing he had done while your lips moved together, noses bumping a few times and one of his hands moving to your hair to bring you closer. But you were sober this time, and even though it felt nice, you knew that it wasn't right.

With a little hesitation, you put your hands on his shoulders and held him there while you moved back, not letting him follow your lips.

The only sound was both of you trying to catch your breath, Peter's hands still holding your face like he was afraid to let go while yours gripped his shoulders, though you weren't sure if it was to hold him back or because you just wanted to be touching him in some way.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, and you tried not to roll your eyes.

"I'm so confused," you said a little breathlessly, trying to resist the urge to lean into him again. Instead you stepped out his grip, not looking at the rejected look on his face as he let his hands fall to his sides.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, shutting his eyes and sighing through his nose. "I shouldn't have done that again, I just-"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," you agreed a little harshly, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes as you sat on your bed. "You can't just treat me like you have been and then show up saying you had some-some dream and then kiss me out of nowhere again and not explain anything."

"I'm scared, Y/N," his voice sounded so hurt, it made your anger fade a little at the pain in his voice. "I'm scared that as soon as I let you in, you'll leave."

"Peter..." your voice trailed off, his expression pained, "I didn't plan on leaving."

"Maybe not intentionally," his eyes were tinged red when he met your gaze, "I can't lose you like I lost her. I can't do it again."

You had no idea who he was talking about, but you always had a feeling Peter was hiding something from you, more like someone. The girl from the pictures on his wall.

With a sigh you patted the spot next to you and he sat down quickly, not leaving much space between you. You let him put his head on your shoulder and you brought a hand up to his hair, trying to calm him down a little. It seemed like he was on the verge of breaking down before he even came in your room, and you needed him to calm down if he was going to explain anything.

"You need to start being honest with me, Pete," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair and noticing how he closed his eyes and relaxed at your touch. "I want to know what's causing this or I can't let you drag me around. It's not fair to either of us."

It went silent for a moment while he gathered his thoughts, focusing on the feeling of your hands in his hair comforting him. He didn't deserve you and he knew that, but opening up was hard, even if it was to someone he knew would accept him.

"How long have you known I was Spider-Man?" He asked after a second, and you were a little annoyed that he ignored what you just said, but you decided to go along with it.

"Since you saved me that day I was being stupid," you moved your fingers over the little spider emblem on his chest, pretending you didn't notice him shudder a little at your touch. "You have a pretty distinguishable voice, Parker."

His lips lifted a little at that, "You really knew that whole time and didn't say anything?"

"I can keep my mouth shut sometimes," you said in a defensive tone while he shook his head, "And honestly I was worried it would scare you off if you knew that I knew. It didn't really matter in the end though, did it?"

He frowned at that, his hand moving up and catching yours, holding it against him. "I don't want to scare you off, either. Which is why I've been so closed off."

"You can trust me, Peter," you promised, squeezing his hand.

"I know I can," he chuckled a little, but his smile dropped quickly. "I'm just scared."

"Tell me why, then."

He stared at you for a moment, taking in your messy bun and tired eyes and slightly chapped lips. Lips that he had kissed when he probably shouldn't have, or at least should have asked before doing, but he couldn't change that now. But he could change his problem of keeping things under a tight lid, and just open up for once.

Your thumb brushed over the back of his hand and he relaxed, knowing that he needed to talk about it. For both of your sakes.

"My parents died when I was really young, I don't-I don't really remember them much," he licked his lips, trying to ignore the feeling of you watching him while he spoke. "May and my uncle Ben raised me, but about a week after I got these powers, Ben was killed. And for a really long time I blamed myself for it, I still kind of do, but...it had gotten easier.

"And then it was better for a while, I had Tony and he was a great mentor, but then..." Peter clenched his jaw a little, and you took his hand in yours to encourage him to go on. "I only got through it because of May and...and her."

"Her?" You asked softly, drawing circles on the back of his hand to relax him a little.

"I never felt that way about anyone," he said quietly, his eyes squeezing shut, "I never thought losing someone could hurt more but I was right there and she died right in front of me and I didn't do anything-"

"Hey," you cut him off, knowing him rambling on was just going to make it worse, "Peter."

"I let it happen-"

"It wasn't your fault," you said firmly, not having any idea of the situation but still knowing it was true. He started shaking his head but you put your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you. "Listen to me. It wasn't your fault."

"You don't know-"

"I know you, Peter Parker," you ran your thumb over his cheeks, catching some of the tears starting to fall from his eyes. "I know you and I know it wasn't your fault."

He shut his eyes again and leaned forward, his head on your shoulder as he choked out a sob, making your heart ache. You hugged him to you, finally starting to understand why he did all of that. This was the first time he ever really opened up to you and now you were getting why it took so long.

"It's okay," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his hair while his arms snaked around your waist and held you tighter. "Peter, it's okay."

"I never felt that way about anyone," he repeated in a teary voice, his breath warm against your neck. "Not until I met you."

Him admitting how he felt about you made your heart skip a beat, but the sniffling sound he was making made it clear he was still hurting and you didn't think this was the right time for that conversation.

"We don't have to talk about that right now," you ran your fingers through his hair, biting your lip.

"We should," he replied, pulling back so he could look you in the eyes. This time he put his hand on your cheek, holding you as gently as he had that night when he was wasted. "It was so hard to do that to you and I shouldn't have. I should have given you an explanation instead of running like a coward. And I should not have kissed you when I was drunk or even just now when you still didn't know everything and...I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry."

"Peter, I know you know how I feel about you," you admitted, his eyes tightening a bit at your words, "I'm sorry that you went through losing people that close to you, and I understand why you would be scared to be close with someone again. You're right, you shouldn't have done that to me, not like that. But you were scared and I understand that, so...I forgive you, okay?"

"Just like that?" He asked quietly.

"You might need to work for it a little," you bit your lip to keep from smiling, and the look on his face told you he got that you were teasing.

"I can do that," he promised, bringing his forehead to yours. "Is it alright if I kiss you?"

"Now you ask?" You teased again, but he didn't reply this time, instead bringing his lips to yours for the third time.

It was a lot softer than the last two times. His hand had travelled to hold your waist and the other went to the back of your neck, snaking up toward your hair. And you held his face in your hands, trying not to smile as he moved his lips against yours.

You pulled away only to push him on his back, making him laugh while you went over him and muffled his chuckles with another kiss. He brought both hands to your waist and pulled you closer against him, humming against your mouth while you ran your fingers through his hair, making it even messier than usual from the mask.

"Are these Avengers themed bedsheets?" Peter mumbled against your lips, making you sigh and pull back.

"Mood killer," you accused, hands on his chest while you caught your breath. He just grinned and moved his hands from your waist to grab yours, holding one against his chest before bringing the other to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

You knew deep down that this boy was a romantic.

"That's how I thought kissing you the first time would have been like, not when I was drunk and fucked up," he breathed out, making you smile a little. "I'm sorry for messing it up."

"You didn't mess anything up," you pushed his hair back, taking in his slightly happier expression. "And you've thought about kissing me before?"

The blush rising across his cheeks made your little jab worth it, and he just rolled his eyes and brought his lips to yours again, fighting the urge to smile.

"Maybe a couple times."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker reader insert #spider-man x reader #spider-man fic #spiderman x reader #peterpparkerwrites masterlist #my writing

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thefallennightmare · 3 years ago

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Time-Seven

Pairings: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.

Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?

A/N: I’m sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. It’s late and I'm tired but I really wanted to get an update out for you readers! Hopefully I wont wait as long to post the next chapter. As always, I love any positive or negative feedback!

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June 4, 1943. 3:00 pm.

The bottom of my skirt blew in the wind as I rushed down the sidewalk, passing people by with a quick apology. My shift at the diner lasted longer than I would have liked and I was supposed to meet Steve at the theater twenty minutes ago.

“Sorry!” I yelled while pushing through a young couple.

Steve and I had planned on hanging out, the two of us, because even though he hadn't said anything I knew it was bothering him that Bucky and I hadn't seen him in awhile. I worried that he thought I had gone back on my promise because I was late.

Bucky was more than okay with Steve and I hanging out without him. We were friends before Bucky came into the picture which is why he never got upset with us hanging out. There was also something Bucky had to do today but he wouldn’t tell me what.

The last few weeks he had been acting strange and I could tell he was hiding something from me. He wouldn’t allow me to be in his bedroom alone, afraid that I would find whatever he was keeping in there.

Immediately my mind thought of a beautiful diamond that he could be hiding but I brushed away those thoughts. We had been dating for less than a year. There was no way he would propose.

Right?

“Y/N!”

My feet came to a sudden halt when I saw the small man leaning against the brick of the building behind him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I came straight from work,” I motioned to my work uniform.

Steve waved me off. “It’s alright, the movie hasn’t even started yet.”

Linking our arms together, I let Steve lead us into the theater while mentioning that he had already bought the tickets for us. It was a trash movie that we knew not many people would be here to see but that was the kind of movie we loved. Ones that we can laugh at and talk about days later.

“Have you heard from Buck?” Steve asked.

We were waiting in line for popcorn and I shook my head. “He said he was going to stop by the diner for lunch but he never showed up.”

Steve padded my arm. “Don’t look too much into it, Y/N. Buck’s not that kind of guy.”

He knew that my mind was racing with thoughts of Bucky with other women.

“I know but he’s been so distant lately.”

“Maybe after the movie we’ll swing by his place and see what’s up with him,” Steve suggested with a shrug.

I nodded and after we ordered our snacks, we continued to walk arm in arm towards the dark theater. We both were surprised that it was somewhat packed but we were able to find a spot in the middle row.

Everything passed by great while waiting for the show to start but when a man a few rows in front of us started yelling and throwing things at the screen, I knew that the peace had vanished. There was a clip playing about the current war going on in Europe and I could feel Steve tense up next to me.

He sighed before leaning forward towards the guy. “Hey, you want to show some respect.”

The guy ignored Steve so I gently patted his knee, telling him to let it go.

“It’s not worth it, Steve.”

The man wasn’t what had pissed Steve off, it was the fact that no matter how many times he tried to enlist, the government continued to deny Steve. Bucky and I both knew that it was slowly eating away at Steve that he wasn’t able to enlist. My mind was swirling with worry that Bucky would get his orders to fight. I hadn’t stopped to think of how Steve had been feeling with being told no over and over again.

The man in front of us continued to hurl words, loudly, towards the screen. Steve couldn’t take it any longer, anger radiated off of him.

“Hey, you want to shut up!” He yelled.

My body tensed when I saw the man in front of us, twice the size of Steve, stand up and look directly at us. Worried eyes bounced from Steve to the man a few times and before I could part my lips, they were making their way out of the theater. My hushed protests fell on Steve’s deaf ears.

“One of these days, that poor boy is going to get himself killed,” I sighed while gathering my things and hurriedly followed him.

His signature catchphrase of whenever he fought bullies, I can do this all day bounced around in my mind.

By the time I reached outside, the chilly air causing my skin to rise, I knew I was too late in stopping the fight. The sounds of flesh on flesh, metal cans falling to the hard pavement lead me to the alley behind the theater.

The sight in front of me caused my jaw to drop, mouth catching whatever bugs were flying around. Steve was dusting himself off while the man from the theater lay on the ground, blood pooling from his nose. That wasn’t what made my feet come to a sudden halt; it was the man dressed in the army uniform.

“Bucky?”

He turned on his heels and with his bright eyed smile, he reached for my hand. “Where have ya been, doll?”

I ignored his question and motioned to the uniform. “Did you get your orders?”

Bucky heard the shakiness in my voice so he hesitantly nodded. “The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for London first thing tomorrow.”

I nearly choked on my own saliva at his announcement.

“Tomorrow?!”

My echo jumped off the concrete walls of the alley.

Bucky nodded with a soft sigh. “I know, sweetheart. I thought we would have more time but I spent the last few days getting everything in order with my ma so we could have my last night together; with Steve.”

I couldn’t help but giggle in my sad state at the thought of once again, Steve third wheeling our dates.

“Don’t feel like you have to include me,” Steve interrupted which caused Bucky to shake his head.

“I want to spend my last night in New York with my favorite people,” He looked between Steve and I. “You two need to get cleaned up.”

“Where are we going?” I questioned.

Bucky handed me a newspaper that read World Exposition of Tomorrow. He was one of the biggest science nerds we knew so it didn't surprise me that this is what he wanted to spend his last night doing.

No matter how bad my heart was hurting, not knowing how long he would be gone for or even if he would return, I plastered my best fake smile and nodded.

“Pick me up at my apartment around six?”

Bucky twirled me into his arms, his soft lips finding their home against my own. The kiss was slow and passionate but quick when Steve sighed with uncomfortableness.

“Wear your best dancing shoes, doll.”

My body molded into his once more, our lips finding each other with no issues. “Always do, Bucky.”

#1940s bucky barnes #1940 bucky barnes and reader #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #steve rogers #marvel #Avengers

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justcourttee · 4 years ago

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hiiiii i don't know if you take prompts or requests or anything, but would you maybe consider writing a sequel to A Moment Too Late? maybe with a happy ending? i love your writing!!

I tried for what I’ll call a happy-ish ending, but I hope you still enjoy it!

*WARNING* This piece and part 1 mention attempted suicide and can be difficult for some. Please, please, please be sure you feel comfortable reading about this topic before clicking below the title.

In The Nick of Time

Damian took his first step into the city of love at 4:00 pm.

He had a general idea of where to begin, but the combination of no sleep and jet lag was taking its toll. He had tried reaching out to her several times on the flight over, but she ignored his every effort. It could have just been the fact that she was in her classes. She may have been suicidal, but maybe she still took her education seriously?

It wasn’t likely, but it helped put his mind at some ease, hoping he still had time. His first order of business was renting a car. Technically speaking, his father had a villa on the outskirts of the city with a multitude of cars to pick from, but seeing as no one knew where he was, he wasn’t eager to tip them off.

He gazed over the taxis lined up, eagerly looking to take advantage of the tourists piling out of the airport behind him. He didn’t want someone to eager, he just needed someone who looked on the brim of exhaustion. His eyes landed on a poor man propped against his car, his eyes drooping like Tim before his first cup of the day. Perfect.

“Excuse me sir, but I’d like to rent your car from you for the day.”

The man peeked one eye open as he glanced warily over Damian.

“Scram kid, it’s a package deal, me and my car. You can’t just rent one or the other-”

Damian smirked as the man snatched the bundle of money from his hand, popping off the taxi light that stood on top of his car. As Damian slipped into the driver’s seat, he motioned for the man to step back over.

“Here’s a couple of extra bills to catch yourself a taxi home.”

The man’s mouth gaped as if he was searching for air underwater. Damian didn’t even bother to see if he would step back from the curb as he pulled off. The one benefit of the agonizing six-hour flight was Tim’s laptop. Damian had managed to hack into each of the high schools around the city until he narrowed it down to three Marinette’s. After looking at approximate ages and distance, he assumed she had to be the first; one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Her family owned a bakery a little less than a mile from the high school and on the off chance she hadn’t stayed for any clubs or activities, she should be arriving there at any moment. Damian tapped the address into his phone ignoring the multitude of messages he had between his father and Dick.

It was a simple fifteen-minute drive from the airport.

Damian exhaled sharply as he sped down the exit. Fifteen minutes was enough time. It had to be enough time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Welcome to the bakery! Is there anything I can interest you to today?”

The woman’s face wore a mixture of fake smiles and exhaustion. It might’ve been enough to fool the average customer, but to Damian, she simply looked one gust of wind from collapsing.

“Uhm, I’m looking for Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is she here?”

Instantly her fake smile dropped and the exhaustion settled into the creases of her face. There wasn’t even a hint of worry at the mention of her daughter’s name from a stranger’s mouth. It irritated him.

“Look, whatever she did now, we don’t have any money for a settlement. Maybe you can work out a deal with her, but we have nothing more to give.”

The woman offered him a half bow before pointing him to a small door at the back of the store. He assumed she meant for him to go through it and without another word, he stepped past her. As he made his way up the countless stairs, his irritation only grew.

He was well aware that there were parents out there indifferent to their children, but his soulmate wasn’t supposed to have one. She was always so happy and carefree when they were younger, abusing the bond whenever she could. He assumed it was because her parents had drilled into her that it was within her right too. But after that short interaction, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Finally, a white door came into view. Hesitantly, he reached out the knob twisting without resistance. Inside was a moderate flat with what appeared to be an attic access. As first impressions went, he thought it seemed like a warm and gentle place to grow up in. Very different from the windowless stone building he began in.

He slipped out of his shoes, placing them beside a pair of light pink ballet flats before taking his first step. Someone was home and by the looks of it, it should be his soulmate. Damian contemplated on whether to call out or not. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he thought it might be worse if he just opened random doors instead. Finally, he settled on attempting their soulmate link once more.

“Marinette? Are you there?”

There was no answer, but he couldn’t be sure if that was just the continued strike from his earlier efforts. Tentatively, he took another step forward, his eyes scanning the apartment. It was pretty much an open concept, so he could see everything quite easily. The only thing that eluded him was the staircase leading above.

That had to be where she was.

“Marinette? That’s how you pronounce your name, right?” Damian sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to hit himself. No matter how he intended it, he sounded like he was some stalker here to kidnap her. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just wanted to talk.”

It didn’t sound any better. Maybe he should've stuck with a gentle introduction through their bond. Speaking out loud only reminded him how terrible he was with people. Animals were easier. Everything that needed to be said could be expressed through body language.

Biting the bullet, he decided it couldn’t get any worse than barging straight up the staircase into the attic. As he pushed open the access, the first thought that crossed his mind was-

“A mess,” clothes were strewn across the floor, remnants of paper scattered within the piles. The walls were a soft pink at one point, but it looked as if someone had taken a paint scraper to them, mere flakes hanging on by a thread. For such a well-put-together apartment, the room almost seemed abandoned.

Pulling himself into the room, Damian left his legs to dangle, his toes longing for the security of the stairs just below him. It didn't seem that she was in here either. He remembered passing another floor, perhaps that was also part of their apartment? Just as he decided to plant his feet back onto the sturdy steps, his fingers brushed over one of the scraps of paper he had seen earlier.

Instinctively, he pulled his hand away from the floor, his eyebrows furrowing. Damian was fairly certain that wasn’t how paper should feel. Reaching back out, he gathered a few nearby scraps. Turning them over one by one, a picture began to form. A group of girls, all laughing completely lost in a moment of time. His curiosity bested him as he pulled himself into the room, gathering each of the scraps he could find.

A half dozen photos was all he could form by the time he collected the larger pieces. Most were group shots, but two were of a blonde guy. Upon further analysis, he determined that he was the son of the fashion dictator Gabriel Agreste. He had seen the boy at a couple of Bruce’s international parties.

Perhaps she thought he was attractive? After all, the photos seemed to be ripped from a magazine, unlike the other four. As he glanced around the room once more, he felt like he had finally found a straw to grasp at. A reason she dropped so far, so fast.

But as much as he gathered from her room, he still had no idea as to where she might be. Her shoes were at the door, but it didn’t seem as if she was anywhere in the apartment. Standing slowly, Damian took a step back toward the access he had entered through when a breeze tickled the back of his neck.

His entire body stiffened as his hand moved slowly to where he kept his emergency kunai.

“Is that you, Marinette? If so, you’re pretty good at masking your presence. I didn’t even sense you approaching.”

There was no response, but now that he knew she was there, it was easier to pick up on her shallow breathing. In one swift movement, Damian flicked his wrist backward, ducking to avoid any retaliation.

A soft grunt earned a glance backward, his eyes widening a bit at the sight. She hadn’t even tried to dodge it. Lodged into her right shoulder was his kunai, and just below it, centimeters away from her heart, was a pocket knife. A bright pink light blinded him and instinctively his arms darted out. When he could see again, a petite figure rested against his frame.

“Marinette?” She was unresponsive, a deep ruby dripping from her wounds. “Marinette!”

What was this panic he felt rising? He’d seen comrades die on the battlefield before, wounds more deadly than this. So why couldn’t he move? Logically, he knew he had to act fast, but his body wouldn’t inch.

“You’re her soulmate, right? Do something!” Damian’s head snapped up, but he couldn’t find where the voice came from. Whoever it was, it was enough to break whatever daze he had fallen into.

“Okay Marinette, I have basic medical training and I can patch you, slow the bleeding, but I can’t remove either blade. Do you understand? I’m going to have to move you, quickly and as stable as possible.” Her breathing was shallow, but her eyelids flickered in what he hoped was a response. As gently as her could, he lifted her into his arms, attempting to avoid moving either stab wound. Her soft grunt pulled at his heart. “Hold on a little longer Marinette, please, I need to apologize.”

The stairs were one agonizing moment after another and as he laid her into the backseat of his rented car, he felt winded himself. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Damian quickly pulled out his phone, cursing as it slid through his hands.

“Dammit, where did it fall?” He frantically searched, his heart rate rising with every passing moment. Was this the world’s way of punishing him? He killed and fought and argued every passing moment of his life. He pushed her away and now that he thought he was making a change, he could just waltz back into her life as if nothing had happened? He wasn’t going to make it.

“Just drive, I’ll guide you.” Had he finally lost it? It was the same imaginary voice he had heard before. Perhaps it was his subconscious, a guardian angel? Could he really trust it? “Drive boy, take a left at the stop sign.”

He couldn’t afford to wait another moment so he did what felt most logical; he drove. The drive was killing him, each painful breath becoming slower, a dagger to his heart as they escaped from her mouth.

“Just leave the car in the front, save my friend.” The only thing keeping him going was the voice.

Damian had barely parked, his feet already slamming on the pavement before the engine had stopped. Gathering her into his arms, he burst through the sliding doors, the fear rising in his throat.

“Help! I need help!” He knew his French was rusty, but he had to try. The nurse tentatively approached him, her gasp needing no explanation. A stretcher was rushed, and as they ripped her from his arms, Damian couldn’t help the anger he felt.

“Be careful with her! She’s going to die if they shift too much!” A security guard stepped over, his hands raised as if he meant to calm Damian. He took another step forward, trying to grip Damian’s arm. “What are you doing? I need to be with her! Marinette I’m right here! Can’t you hear me? I need you Marinette! Please don’t leave me!”

Damian watched as they placed the stethoscope on her chest, grim expressions hastening their step.

“Don’t look at her like that! Help her! Please!” It felt as if his lungs were collapsing, his vision blurring. Why was he reacting like this? He barely knew her. In fact, this was his first time ever seeing her.

“Sir, please calm down. They are treating your friend right now, the best thing you can do for her is sit and wait.”

The man led him to a couch where his legs finally caved, his back sinking into the chair. Damian lifted his hands to his face, wiping the tears he hadn’t even realized he had cried, but it only left his cheeks damper than before. Slowly, he pulled back his hands, his stomach plummeting. There wasn’t an inch of skin left uncovered by the red.

“Oh, oh,” Had he really not noticed how much blood she had lost? He was so focused on getting her here that he didn’t even consider if she would make it. “I thought I could make it, I thought I still had time.”

Damian recognized this feeling rising in his chest. It was the same as when he collapsed on the roof, the same as when he heard from her after so many years of silence. Was this what his mother meant by a soulmate bond being a distraction?

He had never understood why people took the insane challenge of fighting his Grandfather for a chance to leave the league in search of their soulmate. If he was honest, he thought it was a pointless endeavor and he couldn’t begin to imagine how someone believed they could pull it off. But, as his chest tightened with the rising waves of nausea, a realization washed over him.

A soulmate bond was so powerful that even if you just met them, you felt the need to protect them, to care for them. You became vulnerable for them, scared to lose them, terrified of how the world would be without them. It was a terrible weakness and a strong ally.

“Can you walk to the bathroom?” Damian felt his head stir, but it was as if it were being pulled by strings, out of his control. “I’ll explain everything if you could just meet me there.”

How could this voice be so all-knowing? Hadn’t it just surfaced from his subconscious as a way to kickstart his movement again? Yet, if that were the case, why did he find himself rising, stumbling toward the bathroom in a daze?

He slipped into the closest stall, collapsing against the door, the minute it locked. Why did he feel so drained? It was less than 500 feet.

“Do you need to sit down? I know that this must be hard on you.”

Damian’s eyes scanned the stall in search of a source for the voice, but alas, he came up with nothing. Sliding to the ground, he chuckled to himself, his hand clutching his shirt.

“I’ve finally lost it. Todd told me this day would come, but how could a dumbass like him even know?”

“You haven’t lost anything, I’m right in front of you, you just have to push through the veil.”

Damian perked up, squinting his eyes at the space directly in front of him. Slowly, but surely, his eyes focused on a red blur until the floating object came into full view.

“Holy shi-” Two paw-like things pressed his lips together, a disapproving look monopolizing its small face.

“Can you keep it down? And what’s with all this foul language? I can’t say I approve of you being my Chosen’s soulmate with a mouth like that.”

It floated a few inches away, crossing its arms as if trying to push the point across. Damian tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He was positive that he hadn’t had anything. Perhaps this was one of those sleepless hallucinations that Drake constantly rambled on about?

“I know that look, I’m not a hallucination, I’m a kwamii! My name is Tikki and I am Marinette’s partner. Together, we merge to become the superheroine of Paris, Ladybug.”

Ladybug? He had heard Bruce mention a Parisian team. They asked for any heroes to stay out of Paris as their villain was one that manipulated emotions, turning his victims into puppets of his own bidding. No wonder Bruce and Dick were blowing up his phone. They weren’t just worried about him running off, they were also worried about him breaking an international treaty.

Damian blinked slowly as he processed the image in front of him. Kwamiis. He had heard the legend of them back when he was apart of the League of Assassins, but he had no idea they truly existed. Why was his soulmate in possession of the most powerful being in the world?

“It’s a long story soulmate of the Chosen. I have traveled long and wide and have had many wielders before, but never one as capable as Marinette. When I first found myself as her partner, she was clumsy and shy, but so friendly and kind, always going out of her way to help people. Together, we defeated the original Hawkmoth, but in the battle, his kwamii was reclaimed by one of his partners and a new Lady Hawk emerged.”

“Why are you telling me this?” The kwamii shot him a questioning look as if the answer was obvious.

“I’m trying to give you the full picture of where it all began. You blame yourself as the catalyst, but you were only a small stepping stone in her downfall, almost not worth mentioning.”

Damian felt an odd swelling in his chest. It almost felt like, relief? Had he really been this worried that he had pushed her down this path? A lonesome tear trickled from his eye, but he was quick to snatch away.

“Marinette had friends, a boyfriend even. She wasn’t completely lost without a soulmate. After all, her parents weren’t soulmates, and her best friend was rejected by their soulmate too. She was happy.” The kwamii paused, her smile reminiscing before it slowly morphed into a frown. But it all changed when a wretched girl transferred into her middle school.”

“Just one girl changed everything?”

The kwamii nodded, small tears forming.

“She was the real catalyst. The reason everything fell apart.”

Damian lost track of how long he sat listening to the small God. When he stood to return to the waiting room, he couldn’t help but clench his fist in an attempt to calm himself. Marinette had to pull through, she just had to. Damian had to show her that there was more to life than this shitty one in Paris. He had to rescue her like his family had for him.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was 36 hours before he was allowed back to see her.

She had been lucky, the knife had missed her vital organs and even though it had punctured her lung, she seemed to be on track for a full recovery, one that she needed to take slowly. Damian dealt with the police on her behalf and thanks to Tikki’s information, he was able to help them identify the mugger.

Tikki had gone ahead to talk to Marinette and to give him time to freshen up. He didn’t have much, but the little he had packed at least got him fresh clothing, clothing not stained with her blood. Alfred would not be happy with him once he returned.

Damian was unsure how to approach her. He had found some flowers in the gift shop he thought were nice and some chocolates as well. But as he stood in front of her hospital room, he realized he hadn’t figured out the first thing he should say to her.

I’m sorry? No, that sounded too arrogant after everything she had been through. My name’s Damian, I saved your life? No, that would be condescending. God, he really hated talking to people.

“Are you going to come in or just sit outside all day?” Her voice sent shivers down his spine. She hadn’t always been this cold, but he couldn’t blame her.

Hesitantly, he reached out, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. She looked angry, slight red emphasized on her pale skin, the dark circles under her eyes protruding as if they dared him to comment on them. There were a million and one wires and tubes poking out in different directions, some hooked to machines, some to random bags of fluid.

Yet, despite all of it, she still looked absolutely stunning.

“Well, sit down or something. You’re creeping me out just standing there.”

Damian shuffled awkwardly to the opposite side of her bed, his legs wobbling as he lowered himself into the chair.

“Uhm, I brought you some flowers-”

“I hate the color white.” Damian felt his eyebrow twitch, but he tried his best to hold back the expression he felt. Gently, he reached back, setting the flowers on the windowsill.

“I-Uhm-I also brought you some chocolat-”

“I’m on a liquid-only diet for the next two weeks.”

Damian could feel the red rushing to his face as he breathed deeply. He knew there was a chance that she would be spiteful, but he hadn’t been completely ready for it. His fuse was short, even if it was his soulmate, he wasn’t sure he could contain the explosion.

“Are you feeling any better?” Marinette scoffed, her eyes never leaving her hands.

“Did you fly all the way to Paris for small talk Damian?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, knowing his next words might be his last. “Ask what you really want to. Like why did I detransform before trying to face the mugger? Or why have I tried to kill myself multiple times even if each time ended in failure?”

“I-”

“Ask me why all my friends left me. Ask me why my master chose the easy way out, forgetting everything before passing on weeks later without even a single message about his death from him or his girlfriend. Ask me why I hate life so much that I just don’t see the reason in living anymore. Ask me if I think you’ll change my mind! Spoiler alert! You won’-”

“God woman, do you ever shut up? Give me five damn seconds to get my thoughts together.”

Damian instantly felt the eyes of Tikki fall upon him, the anger draining from his body only to be replaced by his rising fear. He felt the apology building up, but before he could even let the first word spill out, a bitter laugh cut him off.

“Yeah, I do shut up. But only sometimes. I figured Tikki told you everything. I also figured you’d have questions. I’m not interested in telling my sob story over again and I’m not interested in some knight in shining armor swooping in to save me, Got it?”

Damian tried to speak, but it was as if his voice were caught in his throat. What could he say to her? He wasn’t trying to be her knight? He didn’t need her explanations? Everything sounded so thoughtless, but he couldn’t string together one coherent and earnest sentence to save his life.

“What I am interested in is your nonsensical shouting. You ‘need me’? You just met me, how do you know that you need me?”

If he wasn’t already as red as a tomato, he was certain that was how he looked now.

“I,” he cleared his voice, praying to whatever was listening to keep the crack away, “I just had this feeling swell up in my chest seeing you like that. I was terrified and it scared me. It scared me to feel that way about someone who I had just laid eyes on. I had heard about soulmate bonds and how they affect you. They can strengthen you, but they can also be your downfall. I needed to get to know you, to know how our bond would affect me.”

He paused, the feeling of her eyes on him choking him up.

“I, uh, I know it’s selfish, but I couldn’t let you die. You don’t have to believe me, you don’t even have to listen to me, but I have been where you are before. But before I could even make my first attempt, I had a group of people come into my life, people who lifted me up and saved me. I was scared that you didn’t have that and I arrogantly believed I could do that for you. I’m truly sorry Marinette, but I refuse to apologize for saving your life. If I could, I would do it over and over and over again as many times as it takes until you decide to keep living.”

The silence was deafening. Even if she just yelled at him and told him to leave, he would take it over this quiet. He didn’t dare look up, he barely felt the urge to breathe. It was as if everything fiber in him was holding their breath, waiting to hear her response, any response.

“You’re really not gonna leave me alone, huh?”

Her voice sounded tight as if she were holding back tears. The urge surged through him to reach forward and pull her into a hug, but he contained himself, defaulting to a simple nod instead. Again, the silence followed, but he was patient. He would wait all day if it meant hearing her speak again.

“Fine. I’m not guaranteeing a damn thing, but I can offer you a start.”

“A start?” Damian risked a small glance up, his heart racing at the sight. She was smiling, a genuine smile. It looked out of place among her tear-stained face, but he would be lying if he didn’t say it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Yeah, apparently I’m going to need someone to stay by my side 24/7 when they release me. Someone to take care of me. A stay-at-home nurse if you will. So, I nominate you, Damian. Your response?”

“Absolutely, it would be my honor.” His reply was instant, his smile unwavering even after she chucked her pillow at him, cussing him out in a manner that Todd would be proud of.

Yes, it was just a start. Yes, it didn't mean anything was fixed. But, there was one thing that put his heart at ease.

He wasn’t too late.

No, in fact, he was just in time to save her life. And at that very moment, he vowed to never wait till it was almost too late again.

Despite everything that had happened, he decided he could live with that.

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docockbrainrot · 3 years ago

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i think i want you (to leave)

Summary: We’re all running from something. Sometimes, metaphorically. Sometimes, literally. Literally running, from the very strangely hypnotizing supervillain that seems hellbent on ruining every bit of your life he can get all eight of his limbs on.

Pairing: Doc Ock X Reader/ Otto Octavius X Reader

Content: Slow Burn, NSFW eventually, 18+

AO3 link here.

Previous Chapter

Chapter 5

anathema// former vandal

The next several days are an uneventful blur. You barely leave your apartment, except for brief dog walks and grabbing food from the bodega across the street.

It’s 9 pm on Saturday and you’re fresh out of the shower, tucked away in a very fuzzy robe, lounging on the couch and watching YouTube on your television. You almost miss the subtle taptaptaptap sound coming from your window, you're so engrossed in the cooking show you’ve been binging. Gotta fill the void somehow, right?

You can’t see anything outside from where you’re sitting. The lights are on and make it impossible to peer through the reflections on the glass. Maybe it’s a bird. Or a branch is caught on the fire escape. Either way, you certainly can’t be assed to check it out and you take another sip of your chamomile tea- you’ve been trying everything under the sun, just about short of literally snorting lines of melatonin, to try to sleep better at night. Nothing’s been working. But you have been making a very valiant effort.

A few moments go by and you forget all about the window disturbance until,

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.

It’s jarring. It’s loud. Above all else, it’s annoying. Chekov spares you a look, like you’re the one making a racket. Effectively exasperated, you make an effort to set, not slam, down your mug, feeling decidedly not Calm and Relaxed as the tea promised. Suppose it’s not miracle shit though, is it? You would not be a good candidate for a horror movie because you fearlessly storm over to the window and throw it open (it wasn’t locked in the first place; you’re quite terrible at remembering to). You stick your head out and glower at whatever irritating mischief is happening out here, ready to rip the fire escape off the side of the brick building.

You’re greeted by something cold and hard (and indubiously metal, judging by how it felt against your sternum) shoving you back into your apartment, sending you sprawling unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. A string of profanities ready to leave your tongue, you sit up and adjust your robe in an attempt to preserve a modicum of your modesty. The rant dies in your throat as red eyed claws grip the threshold of your pre-war window and it’s almost comical the way He maneuvers himself in, far too large to be making these sorts of entrances. Standing up to his full height before you while you’re still sitting dumbfounded on the floor reminds you of just how impressively built he is. You manage to pick your jaw up, but your ass remains firmly planted on the wood.

“Uh… you could have just used the buzzer, dude. I have a front door, you know,” you sputter out, brain blitzing in pretty much every way possible. Your thoughts are racing and eventually they settle on the most important thing you can think to ask in that moment: “... Why aren’t you wearing a shirt.” You can't help the way your eyes are drawn to his broad chest, gaze lingering on the vast scarring that spills out from the metal contraption clamped around his midsection.

Otto very graciously closes the window behind himself. Or at least his little robot accomplices do it for him. You still aren’t sure what’s going on with that- the whole AI thing. Not even a blip on your radar of concerns at this point. “Didn’t want anyone to see me come in. Your building has a camera on the front, facing the street.”

“That’s why you’re shirtless?” You ask dumbly. Interesting method of camouflage. “What? No- what? It doesn’t matter- listen to me. I need you to do something for me. A small favor.”

He doesn’t seem to notice the compromised position he put you in. Typical. Gathering up your broken pride, you get up and tighten the tie of your robe a bit. It isn’t until then that he has the decency to look a smidge embarrassed and you hope you didn't just give him a free show on your way to getting to your feet. “You literally just broke into my apartment and now you’re asking for a favor? We barely know each other!”

“Less complicated when there's nothing personal involved yet, plus- you let me in,” he corrects you. You wish he would stop doing that. You wish he would stop meeting with you like this, under weird and mysterious circumstances. Even though it's only been like twice. You're already over it.

“You threw me across the room!”

“Touche.”

Otto does not apologize and you did not sincerely expect him to. The look on his face reads more like the cat that got the canary than regretful. You feel as though you’ve come to recognize that expression on his face and you also feel as though you don’t much like the fact that you’ve enough encounters with this man that you can recognize a damn thing about him. “What… could you possibly need me to do for you? I am not robbing a bank.” You just want to get that out into the open as soon as possible.

“I don’t need your help robbing a bank,” he snorts as if the idea is preposterous and you take a moment to feel insulted. Wow. Okay. You could totally rob a bank if you wanted to. Deciding to not comment on your wounded ego, you let him get to the point. Otto pulls something out of his inner coat pocket. It's some kind of rolled up paper and you think at first maybe it's a newspaper or magazine. He unfurls it onto the coffee table and holds it open with two metal claws on either side so it doesn't ravel itself back up.

You realize it's a blueprint. "This is… Oscorp," you point out stupidly, brow furrowing in confusion. There's levels to what's happening here. Layers upon layers, melding together with rot and decay and you can all but smell it. But there's something missing, something that would tie all of the wackjob shit that's been happening to you and around you together. It feels like when you have a very particular thought and then walking into another room makes it dissolve from your head. You're trying to grasp for it, to fit the puzzle pieces together, but it's just out of reach.

"Yes. It is. I have a small task I need you to do," Otto starts off, metal phalanges pushing his glasses up onto the top of his head as he looks over at you. For the first time, you can see his eyes in the light. The warm amber feels like a mockery- you have seen his cruelty in action.

"Where did you get this?"

"Does it matter?" Of course he'd say that.

Your fingertips brush against the metaphorical wayward chain link. It's right there. You just have to grab it and pull it back to you, like the anchor of a ship before it can set sail.

He's talking. You aren't listening. He's tracing a finger over the schematics. You don't see it. Realization washes over you in a heart-dropping tsunami. The voicemail you got from Oscorp plays like a broken record in your mind. 'Hello, Y/N. We're calling in regards to your employment status here at Oscorp. Unfortunately, due to a breach of security, we are having to make staffing cuts and are going to have to let you go. We appreciate your time and effort and wish you the best of luck in your next endeavor.' It didn't make sense at the time. A lot of things didn't. You replay the scene of poor David, desperately pleading for his life at the hands of the man hunched over here, just in your living room. You mentally re-run it over and over like bad 80s sitcoms on late night television.

"Lab Coat Guy…"

You don't realize you whispered it out loud until Otto goes silent.

"What?"

You slowly look at him and take a single step backwards, shaking your head. The company embroidered on David's lab coat hadn't been clear to you in the moment- but it's crystal in hindsight. Oscorp. "You got me fired." Your tone is flat, until anger flashes through you, like a streak of lightning through a dark, moonless sky, illuminating all of things that didn’t make sense before.

"It doesn't matter. What I need you to do-" He's so nonchalant, so blasé that it only stokes the embers of frustration until there's a roaring blaze burning beneath your skin. It's all about him, what he needs, what he wants. He has the nerve, the audacity, to keep traipsing into your life, kicking you while you're down and then ask for favors? You want to say all of that to him but unfortunately for you, you're an angry crier. Your outburst of bravery at him the last time you saw each other had surprised even you- but now there's so much more emotion roiling around inside you.

"No. No, no. Fuck you. You got me fired! I can't- I can't not have a job, I have to pay rent! You could get me arrested for just talking to you!" Oscorp had you canned to tie up any potential loose ends before anymore Davids could slip through the cracks. You think about how scared the poor dude must have been, threatened into stealing blueprints from the biggest corporation in the city, for one of the most infamous criminals. You don't know how they found out you were even remotely involved and you don't want to know.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and once the floodgates have opened you're very familiar with how long it's going to take to close them again. After all you've been bottling this up since you found out, too disappointed to even tell any of your friends or family.

Otto appears taken aback, to say the least. He even looks like he's at a loss for words; that's a first. You know he could kill you where you stand in the blink of an eye, but in that moment you don’t even care. You’ve been trying so hard for so long to get on your feet, to do things for yourself and get away from the past. You moved across the country, you left everything behind, you got a damn dog. It seems like every time you manage to take a step forward in life, you’re knocked flat on your ass, apparently literally sometimes. It isn’t fair. Things don’t come easily to you, you’ve always had to work for them. You aren’t wealthy, you aren’t a supergenius, you’re just… you. The job at Oscorp was good money and you really felt like you were getting your shit together for a while.

“They’re not who you think they are,” he says finally, so calmly, with such carefulness about his words, that you sniffle pathetically and look up at him. He doesn’t look nearly as pleased with himself as you thought he might. And here you’ve been, under the impression that he gets off on hurting people. “Oscorp. I’m not… I’m not just doing this for me. You have to understand that.”

The schematics are furled up and tucked away. You make the mistake of meeting his eyes. Maybe it’s just the tears that blur your vision, but you swear you see a softness there before they’re hidden away again by his glasses.

He lingers at the window.

“I hope you’ll reconsider.” And then he was making his exit, even taking care to gently close the window on the way out. But he raps on the glass with his knuckles from where he stands on the fire escape and you know the look of confusion on your tear-streaked face speaks for itself. Otto points to the latches on the window. ‘Lock it.’ He mouths before he’s gone, presumably to wreak havoc and harass other unsuspecting young women that don’t want anything to do with him.

You thought everything had come together- but the more sense you make of it, the less you seem sure of the bigger picture. You aren't even sure exactly what he wanted you to do.

You’re left with an endless bounty of questions, and not enough answers to satisfy any of them.

#otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #fanfiction #otto octavius #doc ock

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quindolyn · 4 years ago

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Midnight Walks Part 2 || James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 3020

Note: I finally finished part 2, this is horrible, just completely plotless and a lot of fluff but it was stuck in my head and I wanted to get it out before I started working on something else (what will that be? You know what that’s an excellent question). It’s a bit shorter than part 1 but also much longer than necessary. I hope you all enjoy it or at least don’t hate it, constructive criticism is always welcomed and appreciated.

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hair washing, fluff, comma abuse, the Addams Family (I watched it all the time with my dad when I was like 7), lots of fluff, barely proof read and done so at 11:36 pm my time so

Masterlist

Part 1

What you and James hadn’t counted on was for it to start pouring down on you as the two of you laid, splayed out along the playground structure, metal of the bars cutting into your backs. After the kiss in the rain James insisted on having the two of you had stumbled home, wrapped up in each other’s arms, smearing sloppy kisses on any exposed skin you could get your lips on. It probably took you guys a solid 20 minutes longer than it should’ve to get home, you must’ve looked ridiculous meandering down the residential street trying to swallow each other’s tongues, drenched in rain. Eventually you made it home, managing to fall through the front door without breaking anything in the house, yourselves included though there were admittedly a few close calls. “You want a bath doll?” James asked you, cupping your face in his rough, calloused hands, fingertips dripping with rain brushing small, soft circles on your cheekbones. Lifting one of his hands off your face you cradled it in both of yours, tracing a healing callus that sort of looked like a flower, with some very wonky petals, but a flower nonetheless, “Yeah, that sounds good. You’ll take it with me?” Pressing a kiss to your nose he spoke, “Of course, not gonna run a bath for my pretty girl and not take it with her. M’Not an idiot my love.” “Guess not,” You shrugged, a smirk playing at your lips, earning you a playful push against your shoulder. Lifting you into his arms bridal style he carried down the hall to your room where we placed you down on your bed, still being clad in his varsity jacket, you pulled it tightly around yourself to conserve any heat you may’ve had while trying not to shiver from the water that still soaked you. You could feel the comforter beneath you getting wet. “Damn you’re pretty in my clothes baby doll.” He simpered pulling your arms parallel to the floor so he could see how much longer the sleeves of the jacket were than your arms. “They just swallow you whole,” He commented, really more to himself than to you. “Be right back m’love.” He promised before he traipsed out of the room and across the hall to where your bathroom was. You leaned back on your bed as you listened as the water started running when James turned the faucet on, the thrumming sound quickly lulling you to sleep. You awoke in Jamie’s arms but 15 or so minutes later as he carried you into the bathroom once the giant claw foot tub had finally filled to his satisfaction. You smiled dreamily as the sweet scent of your favorite bubble bath flooded your nostrils, you blinked your bleary eyes to see the breathtakingly handsome face of your boyfriend. “Bath ready?” You mewled, your voice weaker than you would’ve thought after such an inconsequential amount of sleep. “Yeah, nice and hot (Y/N/N), just how you like it.” “Great,” Pushing the heel of your hand into your eyes you tried to wipe away the sleep that had so quickly overtaken you. James placed you on the bathroom counter with ridiculous care, as though you were the single most precious thing in the world, handling you with such gentleness you were almost afraid about getting used to it, knowing if you were ever treated with anything less you may just break. “Let’s get this off you.” As he pushed the jacket off your shoulders and down your arms, seeing an opportunity James took it, kissing the delicate skin of your shoulder. “That tickles Jamsie,” You scolded completely unconvincingly as his light, barely there stubble grazed your skin. “Sorry darling,” The shit eating grin on his face said otherwise, “Just couldn’t help myself.” As you reached around to undo your bra James pulled his shirt over his head, leaving it to rest on the closed lid of the toilet, once his pants were pooling on the floor along with his boxers he moved to you, still perched where he first set you in your shorts. You lifted your hips so he could pull down your shorts, still soaking from a mixture of fountain and rain water. Once he sliped them and your panties off your legs his hands were back on you, caressing the your sides as he stared into your eyes, a dazed look you usually equate with post sex washes over his face. “What are you thinking about J?” You asked, tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. “You,” He responded simply, leaning forward so that the two of your foreheads are melded together, his nose bumping yours, “And how much I adore you.” If you didn’t love him as much as you did you probably would’ve complained about how your face hurt from all the smiling you did around him, you knew smile lines were in your distant future but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Because everytime you looked in the mirror you would be reminded of him, almost as if you got to carry around a piece of him with you forever. “I love you too but I’m cold, can we get into the bath?” He nodded, pulling you to the edge of the counter, moving so your legs were linked together at the small of his back, hands clasping together at the back of his neck. “Let’s go, little koala,” He chuckled, one arm on your back, the other supporting your bum, a stray finger stroking your bare skin. You closed your eyes at the nickname, savoring the vibrations of his chest as he spoke and laughed. When the both of you were settled into the tub, him behind you, hands rubbing up and down your arms, his chin rested on your shoulder so that your faces were pressed together, cheek to cheek. “Did you like the walk bub?” “I did!” You smiled, turning to that your nose was prodding against the side of his face, “I don’t think I’ve thanked you-” “You don’t have to,” He shook his head, “You don’t have to thank me for spending time with you, I want to be here for you, you don’t need to pay me in ‘thank you’s’. I’m just glad I was able to help you.” “I still want to say thank you,” You murmured, reaching down into the soapy bubbles fishing around for his hand for a moment before he caught on to what you were doing and moved his hand to yours. You smiled gratefully when you felt his much larger fingers brush the back of your hand. His hum tickled your back forcing you to stop yourself from wiggling around so that the nearly overflowing water wouldn’t splash out the sides of the tub. “Can I wash your hair Jamsie?” You asked him, twisting around so that your chest was pressed to his, faces mere inches from each other. “You want to angel?” He let out a small chuckle when you enthusiastically nodded your head, your eyes going wide as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, excitedly gnawing at it. “Okay sure darling, how are we going to do this?

After you both had abandoned any pretense of keeping all of the bath water inside the bath, maneuvering was a lot easier. As you sidled up behind him you ran your hands down his muscled back, relishing in the feeling of his skin against your palms. “So pretty,” You murmured, leaning to gently kiss in between his shoulder blades. “Uh, Jamie?” You asked shyly. “Yeah?” “Could I wash your back once I’m done with your hair?” You asked nervously, as though he wasn’t already sitting in between your legs, the both of you stark naked. “I’d love that (Y/N),” He leaned back into your embrace, forgetting that he was much larger than you, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing yours and his initials onto the skin of his stomach. Your eyes flitted over to the shelf next to the tub where rows of shampoos and conditioners, body washes and scrubs sat. You plucked a bottle from your collection and flipped off the lid, squeezing the eucalyptus scented shampoo into your hand. “Can you scooch down for me baby?” You asked, tapping his shoulder as he wordlessly complied sliding so that his body was submerged in the bubbles and water up to his nipples. Working the soap into his hair you massaged his scalp drinking up the soft whimpers and groans he let out as you cleaned his hair. “Feels so good baby.” He praised reaching a hand back to pet your wrist. “I’m glad you like it,” Your response came with a kiss to his temple. Once 10 or so minutes, give or take, had elapsed you figured his scalp was clean enough, “Alright baby, dunk for me,” You instructed, dipping your hands into water to clean them. “Don’t want to be done though bubs, felt so nice.” He whined like a petulant toddler, reaching back for your hands trying to get them back on his scalp. “I could conditioner it for you if you’d like.” You offered, feeling benevolent. “Yes please Princess.” As you pulled the conditioner bottle from its place on the shelf James rinsed his hair, quickly moving back between your legs. He hummed as you gently yanked at his tresses, fingering in the conditioner into his hair. “I could get used to this (Y/N),” He purred, closing his eyes as waves of pleasure crested over him. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” He confirmed. “When do you want to get married?” You wondered aloud to him as the thought swept over your consciousness as you continued to massage his scalp. “(Y/N) (L/N), are you proposing to me?” He quickly turned his head, craning his visage to try to meet your gaze. “Hey, stop it,” You scold, moving his head so he’s facing back forward, “Gonna get soap in your eye if you’re not careful.” “You’re avoiding my question (L/N),” James sang, relaxing back into you as you continued your ministrations on his scalp. “Shove it Potter.” “Calm down Mrs. Potter,” He teased you, “Of course I want to get married, one day. I haven’t thought about it too much though, we’re still so young.” “Oh,” You failed at masking your disappointment, “I guess.” “Baby,” He turned around to face you, hair still soapy with bubbles which ebbed at his hairline, “I am going to marry you one day, trust me, if I have any say in it I’m going to put a ring on your finger but I prefer to live in the moment with you, I need to savor every second we have together, can’t spend too much of my time looking to the future. Don’t want to miss what we have now.” HIs explanation brought a gentle smile to your face, “I get it.” You nodded. “But,” He began. “Yes?” “If I did think about us getting married…” He trailed off. You whined, removing your hands from his hair, “Come on just tell me.” “Don’t stop, why’d you stop?” James groaned going limp. “You’re a literal child, you know that Potter? Keep talking and I’ll keep massaging.” “Hmph,” After a minute he relented, “I wanna wait until we’re done with school, and not just high school, college, grad school, law school, I don’t know, whatever we want to do, wherever life takes us.” “You really want to wait that long?” “I want to wait until we’re stable, I don’t want to start our life together without a solid foundation.” “I understand that, it’s smart.” It was smart, James was a smart person and being captain of the football team and thinking through all of those pranks he and his friends were so partial to playing he had an amazing strategic mind, something you both admired and envied. Which is why you didn’t buy that he hadn’t thought about your wedding, even if he wanted to, you knew James, he couldn’t deny himself. “At our wedding I want a sit down dinner, buffet is too tacky.” You were right, he had thought about it. “Yeah?” “Yeah, and I’ve thought about your dress too.” A truly comically large grin spread across your face. “Obviously you should wear whatever you want but I think you’d look breathtaking in a ballgown. Lots of lace and bling.” “Bling?” “Yes, bling, you should look like a princess on our wedding day. But I’m torn,” “You are?” “Yes,” He exclaimed emphatically, as though he was being forced to make the most important decision in his life and both options were equally appealing. “Because you’d also look gorgeous in a simple dress, nothing too flashy, understated but still elegant, because at the same time I don’t want the dress distracting from your beauty. All eyes should be on you that day.” “You’re a sap James Potter, a sap.” Despite your words you felt a fluttering in your chest, James Potter was many things. An idiot, slightly arrogant, a pain in your ass, the sweetest man alive, and a genuinely good person, even if he was a sap. “I think I’m done darling,” He lifted his arm out of the bath, showing you his pruney fingers, “I’m turning into a raisin bub.” “But what about your back?” “Next time?” “Sure darling, next time.”

James’ shirt hung low around your knees, the soft, warm fabric tickling your damp skin, you laid on your back, your head resting against his chest which was steadily rising and falling, his toned arm wrapped around your waist, inching up the fabric of his shirt to get to your bare stomach. “You wanna watch a movie darling?” “Something stupid please.” After much debate the two of you settled on the Addams Family Values, James argued that it wasn’t stupid though you said it was pure “brain candy”, not anything too engaging or something you had to pay any attention to but still enjoyable. About 20 minutes into the movie neither of you had so much as uttered a single word, settling into the comfortable silence of merely being in each other’s embrace. That was until James spoke, abruptly breaking the silence, “Peonies,” Was all he said. “‘M sorry what?” You grumbled, your voice rough from being half asleep when he spoke. “Peonies, for our wedding, my mom has always grown them in her garden, she grows lots of flowers roses, tulips, carnations, aster, sunflowers too, but peonies have always been my favorite. Sirius and I, when we were little would sit in her garden and pick them, weaving them into little flower crowns for the other to wear, we were her Flower Princes.” “I’m a little offended you haven’t made me a flower crown J, You playfully griped, “Swear to God sometimes I think you’re more in love with Sirius than me.” “Never,” His voice was strong, certain, as he tightened his hold on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he flung one of his legs over both of yours, “Love you most (Y/N), for forever I love you most.” His words became slightly garbled as he babbled, sleep starting to over take him. “I know,” You soothed his wounded ego, stroking his arm, “I’m just playing with you Jamsie.” “Don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you.” “I’m not sure how I could,” You started, the events of the past 3 hours rushing through your brain, the phone call, the hug through the window, him tying your shoes for you, the fountain, his jacket, the bath, the Addams Family. You don’t show up for someone like James did for you unless you really love them, which evidently he did. “You, James Potter, are the most wonderful man and I love you beyond comparison.” “I love you too darling, forever and for always.” It didn’t take you long to fall asleep lying in his arms, he pulled up a blanket around both of your shoulders, both of you being too lazy to get under the actual covers. To the metronome of James’ heart beat, and the rhythm of him moving his leg over your you fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Sunday morning you woke up sorely missing the morning prior, waking up in James’ arms was unlike anything you could ever dream of. And instead of sleeping in until 10 like you had with him you were up at the crack of dawn to the sound of the construction going on next door at your neighbor’s house. After much resistance on your part you dragged yourself out of bed and downstairs to fix yourself some breakfast, wishing James was there to make it for the two of you as he had yesterday before going off to work at the local consignment store. Smearing jam over your toast you aimed it for your mouth missing by an inch or two as you were distracted, scrolling through your phone in your opposite hand. Apricot jam smeared across your face in a mess of orange-yellow glory when you jumped at the abrupt sound of the doorbell ringing. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” You murmured, dropping your toast onto your plate before rushing to get the door, not wanting a second ring to wake the other people in your house. “Hi,” You greeted opening the door to a middle aged woman with a worn face in a pair of khakis and a company shirt you didn’t bother taking too close a look at, “How can I help you?” “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” She asked, a pleasant smile gracing her lips. “Yes, I am.” You confirmed, puzzled as to why this woman was at your door so early in the morning.” “Someone ordered flowers to your house for you,” She explained patiently, detecting your befuddlement, “There should be a card in the arrangement.” She said as she handed you an extravagant bouquet of brilliant pink flowers. Peonies.

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raindownforme · 4 years ago

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First off, I adore your work! You’re writing is absolutely lovely!

And also I have a request.

Ted is a the popular theater kid and reader is the punk of the school who keeps to their clique. Ted grows an interest for the reader and constantly tries to flirt with them in front of their friends and in private or get a date with them. Reader brushes him off most of the time but grows to like him.

Shakespeare

Ted Nivison x reader [she/her used]

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” The tall brunette stood at the front of the English classroom, reading from the book in his hand. The teacher sat at her desk a few paces away, taking note of how he talked. y/n watched him lazily, not quite caring for Shakespeare. “Thou art more lovely and temperate.”

y/n didn’t pay attention as Ted continued the presentation. She flicked her mechanical pencil between her fingers, biding time. “Thank you, Theodore, for sonnet 18. Next is 19– y/n?”

“I chose the annotation project.”

“Thank you. Who had 20?”

Ted took the seat next to y/n. “How’d I do?”

“Not bad. I mean, I’m sure you could’ve done better theater kid.”

“I don’t know. Let me practice it for you and we’ll see.” y/n rolled her eyes, resting her flushed cheek against her hand. “What was yours about?”

“Also romance. I mean it’s half of what the guy wrote about.”

“I could teach you some of his other stuff.”

“Yes. Theodore. The theater tutor.”

“Aw. Is it my aesthetic? Is that the problem?” y/n exaimned the difference between the two of them. Ted wore the same blue jeans, sneakers, and graphic tee to school every day. Of course y/n had a few staple pieces; her leather boots and mix-matched pieces of jewelry, but she did most commonly wear dark or patterned pants and faded shirt.

“It’s a thousand percent the aesthetic.”

Ted closed his notebook, playfully muttering the himself. The school bell rang and y/n stood up, shoving belongings into a book bag as the teacher made announcements to the leaving students.

“Hey. Come see the show.”

“What show?” She pushed through the crowd as Ted followed. y/n could spot her friends group in the distance, waiting just outside the doors.

“The show! Midsummer’s Night Dream. I’m starring in it.”

“Yeah sure. Like I can afford it.” Her hand hit the door, but he stepped in front of her, preventing her from leaving the building. “Ted-“

“Please. Tonight. Seven. I’ll set a ticket aside for you.” She felt her face heat up as moved away slightly. “Might wanna say hi to your friends for me y/n.”

The boy walked away and y/n continued out the door to her and her friends’ lunch period.

———

“I mean. What’s the worst that could happen?” y/n’s friend, Alix, peeled away the paper wrapping around his sandwich. “Do you even like the guy?”

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“So it could be yes.” Alix leaned in the back of his seat as he took a bite of his lunch. y/n and her friends were sitting in Alix’s truck in the school parking lot, all eating something they either brought from home or bought at a fast food place near the school.

“It’s always wise to indulge in the arts.” Jaz, one of y/n’s other friends spoke from the back seat.

“Dude would you shut up? You took a writing class once.” The last one of the group, Ryan, waved away what Jaz said. “If you like the guy you like him. If you don’t you don’t. Or play with him. I don’t care.”

“I’m not going to play with Ted’s feelings.” y/n searched through her French fries mindlessly. “He Is cute. I don’t know guys.”

“Just go to the show. It can’t be that bad.”

———

Lunch passed, as did the next couple classes, until y/n’s last period of the day. Thankfully, it was a TA period, so there wasn’t much to do.

“Dearie would you run these to the theatrics department for me?” The lady behind the front desk has to be at least 80 at this point, but y/n stood to take the stack of papers from her. “Thank you.”

y/n smiled and left, taking leisure in her walk. The sole of her boots slapped against the off-white linoleum, echoing through the hallways and cafeteria as she crossed the entire building. She never really realized how far the performing arts hall was until walking to it.

The door creaked as it opened to an empty black classroom. “Hello?” She stepped in, her words echoing. She could hear some small commotion deeper into the theater. She followed the noise, finding herself in what looked like a workshop. “Hi?”

“y/n!” She whipped her head to the side to see Ted walking through a large doorway. “Always a pleasure to see you. Especially here. How can I help love?”

y/n brushed off his comment the best she could. “I’m looking for the director? I’ve got some papers to deliver.”

She held out the papers, trying to show Ted, but instead he linked one of his pinkies with hers. “I’ll take you.”

She stared at their linked fingers as Ted dragged her from the workshop to the back of the audience. Ted talked to somebody, but she didn’t quite pay attention.

“And who’s this?”

Looking up, she met eyes with a man she hadn’t quite spoken to before. He wasn’t quite as tall as Ted, and he wore a blue blazer and hiking boots. “This is y/n, from the front office.”

“Ah.” He nodded at Ted. “And is this who-“

“Yes.” Ted cut him short, rubbing at the back of his own neck.

“Well thank you.” The man took the papers from her hand. “We hope to see you tonight.”

She watched him walk away before turning back to Ted. “What’s he mean?”

“Well, he’s who I had to talk to about your ticket. You are coming tonight aren’t you?”

“I can swing by.”

“Good.” Ted brought their still conjoined hands up and lightly kissed her knuckles. “I’ll be watching for you.”

———

y/n had been waiting for a while now.

When school had got out, she had hung around with her friends for a while, getting something to eat and doing some homework, but now it was 6:53 and she was stuck in line at the ticket counter. In front of her were five people. She was five people away from whatever was to come out of tonight.

“Next!” The line shuffled forwards as two people walked inside. She bounced on her feet, watching the exchange of cash between the student running the ticket booth and the patrons. “Next!”

“Hi I think I had a ticket reserved for me.” The student looked over their shoulder at something, then back to y/n.

“Who reserved it?”

“Ted Nivison?”

“Oh. Okay then this is for you.” The student handed over a rectangular ticket with a seat number stamped on the bottom. “Enjoy the show.”

y/n walked through the double doors into the audience. Most of the seats were full, and it took her a few minutes to find the seat marked for her. When she did, she set her backpack down in the front of her, noticing something underneath her seat. It was a folded piece of paper with a note from Ted.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-Ted

She stuck the note in her pocket and traded it for her phone. 6:59 pm. She silenced it and looked back to the stage, anxiously waiting. The lights dimmed and she stared up the stage. The curtains began to open and it revealed Ted standing in Grecian style clothing with minimal armor pieces. He stood with his hand outstretched to a girl wearing similar clothing.

Ted’s eyes surveyed the audience, landing on y/n with a smirk. “Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace…”

y/n sat in awe for the next two hours. She watched as Ted moved across the stage, putting to life the story as if he’d lived it. She watched as the characters came to life, as the set moved, and as the lights changed. And two hours later, the curtain closed and the cast came together to do bows. She clapped furiously, then watched everyone stand from their seats and leave. She stood, trying to grab her things. The theater had been nearly emptied by now, people rushing out to say hi to people they knew in the cast.

y/n looked around. To the side of the curtain, just peeking out, was someone waving. She walked over, realizing it was Ted.

“Hey there! What’d you think?”

“That was amazing, Ted.” The boy smiled, taking her hand in his. He began to pull her backstage with him. “Wait Ted-“

“It’s fine don’t worry. Here.” Ted pulled her to stand near the classroom area. “Give me two minutes.”

She watched Ted enter the dressing room. For a moment, it was quiet, until everyone else started to file in. The room quickly became loud, filling with student’s voices.

“Hey.” Ted tapped y/n on the shoulder. “I know it’s a lot. Come with me.” Ted draped an arm over her shoulders as he pulled her outside into the crisp night air. “Better?”

“Yeah. Better. Ted that was- that was awesome.”

“I’m glad I can impress you.” Ted checked his phone. “It’s nine already. You have plans?”

“No I-“

“Come get dinner with me. My treat.”

“Ted. It sounds like you’re asking me on a date.” She lightly nudged him with her elbow.

“It’s only a date if you say yes.”

y/n paused, taken aback by the sudden forwardness. “If I say yes?”

“You don’t have to! Don’t think you have to!” Ted gestured with his hands in a panicked motion. “I just- I think you’re really cool and pretty with your style and I’ve always liked you for as long as I can remember and I was just wondering-“

“Yes.”

He paused, eyes wide as a blush crept onto his face. “Yes? Yes as in yes a date? Our date?”

y/n stood on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Take me on a date theater boy.”

Ted wrapped her in a hug, pressing a kiss to her nose. “Anywhere you want.”

——————

Hi! I hope this is what you were looking for!

#ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #chuckle sandwich

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keibea · 3 years ago

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Hey there, hope you’re having an amazing day and week! First of all I absolutely love all of your photos and you’re sims are stunning! 😍

I don’t know if you’ve answered this before but how do you edit your photos to look so amazing?? I’m trying to step up my photoshop game and would love some pointers! 💛

this is so kind of you to say, i might just cry 🤗🥰 thank you so much for taking the time to say this! i really appreciate it! honestly you made my day and week so thank you!! ❤💕

i have not actually answered this before, and i'm 100% happy to give pointers! i am still learning myself, so i will also leave a bunch of resources at the end of this post that really helped me, just because im really bad at explaining things at times, so i apologise in advance for that! i am also happy to make a video explaining all this, if that's easier for anyone, so if you would like that, please let me know and i will! i know lots of people are very visual learners so i truly am happy to!

1. Reshade is not necessary. I use reshade, but you do not need to, I know a lot of computers can't handle that and ive seen so many photos come out just as amazing without it. But, if you can use reshade, i like to use this preset by @breadcrumbss3 and usually any by the lovely @intramoon !! I use them all with the latest version of reshade (4.9.1) and tweak it (very rarely) if i need it to look different.

2. Topaz Clean is super helpful, and i use it a lot just to smooth everything out. it's especially good if you do a lot of gameplay pics and just want a quick little thing to do without having to do it manually. I would go here (sims 3 tutorial hub) to get it without having to...well...spend money we could use to buy things on the sims :) if you need a direct link to anything, let me know. i personally use this action set by avonlea, as i just have to click a button and it does it all for me. however, if you dont want to use topaz, you can get the same sort-of effect by reducing the noise, i found a tutorial here as well for you.

3. Shadows!! If you're doing edits shadows are really good at bringing some depth! i often over-do them whoops, but usually it just makes it look more real. i normally do a soft shadow over all the main parts of the face or body that need it, using the overlay blend layer before going into a harsher shadow for areas like the nose and edges of the mouth to define it more. for this i use a smaller brush and a brown-ish colour, with the multiplier blend layer. i will sometimes then blur it out using gaussian blur, depending on how harsh it is. there's a really good tutorial i watched for this that i'll link down below!

4. colouring and psds! there are so many out there, but usually i just play with the colours myself until i get what i like. but otherwise i'll use this big set of psds that come with a bunch of options.

5. hair strands! i love doing this, it's my favourite part!!! i have a drawing tablet, which makes it a bit easier to do but again sometimes mine can still look crazy when i over do it haha. if you would like to do hair strands and stuff, i use this brush set :)

Those are the main things i can think of, i hope it's at least somewhat helpful, i know im really bad at tutorials. a video would probably be easier to showcase things, but i wasn't sure if you wanted that. again im totally happy to do one if you'd like that! now these are some really good sources and tutorials that i use a lot (most are for the sims 4, but it's basically the same for the sims 3 too):

- TS4 Basic Editing Tutorial in Procreate (although most of these effects you can use in photoshop, which is what i did)

- Sims 4 | Screenshot Editing Tutorial

- Intramoon's tutorials

- This one by Pea-Milk is really good too!

- Lamatisse's Tutorial

- PeonyPyxels Tutorial

sorry about this mess, hope you could understand somewhat! thank you again for the lovely words. if you wanted to know about anything in particular, dont be afraid to ask again or pm me! have a beautiful day!

#jessie babbles #tutorial #asks

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Sweet Surrender - Chapter 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Spencer Reid/OFC Sophie Cortes (Endgame) Aaron Hotchner/OFC Sophie Cortes (Later chapters) Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan (Later chapters, Minor, Endgame) Word Count: 3,584 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Loss of virginity, Sub Spencer Reid, Sexual exploration, Oral sex Summary: An uncomfortable conversation on the jet leads Sophie to ask Spencer some important questions. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published chapter—wanted to upload it here before I publish chapter 2! Link to A03 or read here! It's 10 PM, and Spencer has been acting strangely since they got off the jet. Sophie thinks she gets it, knows why, but she waivers a little trying to decide the best thing to do in this situation; will he want to talk it over, or will she make him more embarrassed and uncomfortable, so he retreats into himself further? The last thing she wants to do is hurt him.

She goes back and forth, weighs her options, and eventually she just says fuck it, takes a deep breath, and heads for Spencer’s room.

When he sees her on the other side of the door, he looks nervous, brings up a hand to straighten out his tie. She smiles softly.

“Hey. I could tell that the conversation on the jet earlier made you uncomfortable. You don’t have to tell me why, I just wanted to say I’m sorry and make sure you were okay.” He nods, steps back so she can enter the room, closes the door behind her.

“I’m always uncomfortable when the topic of sex comes up, and it seems like it comes up frequently in our group. It’s usually manageable, until someone calls me out personally, like what happened today,” he says with a tight smile of his own.

“I’m really sorry. Whether you’re a virgin or you’re experienced or somewhere in between, sex is nothing to be ashamed about. Our society puts too much weight on whether we’re having it at the right time, whether we’re having too much or too little. As long as everything is safe and consensual, it’s all okay. It’s also okay if you don’t want to have sex,” she says, leading a little, because she’s not actually sure if he does. He makes eye contact, which surprises her.

“I do want to have sex, but…” He looks down, sighs softly.

“But you’re a virgin?” His eyes rise at that, meeting hers again. It’s obvious the answer to that is yes.

“What do you think? Look at me,” he says with a brief, self-deprecating smile, and Sophie takes a step closer to him, her eyes gentle.

“I am looking at you. I’m always looking at you, if you haven’t noticed: your hands, your throat, your lips.” He licks them, maybe involuntarily, and her gaze moves there automatically. God, they’d feel so good on hers, on her body, she just knows it. “You’ve never mentioned being attracted to anyone, of any gender, so I thought maybe you didn’t experience attraction, but I don’t like to assume.”

“I’m attracted to all genders,” he answers simply, and that’s a start, but she can sense that she’ll have to pry everything out of him; that’s okay, that’s something she’s willing to do—for him.

“Are you attracted to me? If you aren’t, say so; I won’t be hurt.” His mouth falls open a little at the directness of her question. He’d better get used to that, if they’re going to do this.

“Are you kidding? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, and she loves the sound of that. They’re getting closer, but not there just yet.

“Be more specific. You can think someone is beautiful and not be sexually attracted to them. Are you sexually attracted to me?” He frowns a little, and she sighs. “This isn’t like earlier; I’m not trying to pick at you, I genuinely want to know.”

“Yes, I’m sexually attracted to you.”

“Cool. I’m sexually attracted to you, too. Very much so.” She takes a step closer to him. “Would you like to lose your virginity, Spencer?” He swallows, nods.

“Yes.” Another step.

“Would you like to lose your virginity to me?” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, blows it out softly. When he opens them, they’re almost ablaze, staring right into hers.

“Yes.” Pleasure curls warmly in her lower belly like a contented cat.

“Okay. Do you know what you want to do? Would you like me to guide you?” She reaches out a hand, brushes her fingers over his. He curls his to wrap around them, squeezing them softly.

“I’d like you to guide me.” She smiles.

“I can do that. If you think of something specific you want to try, let me know. I’ll work it in.” He nods, and she brushes her free hand over his cheek; he leans warmly into her palm. “Can I take off your clothes, or would you like me to take off mine first?”

“Yours first?” It’s a little shaky, high like a question, and she doesn’t like how nervous he still sounds.

“Are you asking me, or telling me, baby? I want you to tell me—I want you to be one hundred percent sure of what you want at all times.” She brushes a thumb over his lips, and he shudders, nods.

“I’m—I'm telling you. Your clothes first.”

“Good boy.” It falls naturally from her lips, and at first she gets worried, because Spencer freezes, but then he lets out the most incredible, choked little moan, and she gets twice as wet as she was, squeezes her thighs together briefly. “Oh, yes, you’re going to be my good boy, Spencer. We’re going to make each other feel so good and you’re going to come for me, honey.”

He’s breathing heavily, and so is she—the anticipation is so thick, so sweet in the air, and it’s heady, delicious, everything she loves about sex. She smooths the pad of her index finger over his lips, this time, looks up with a question in her eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods, and she loses her mind a little, wraps her arms around his thin frame and guides him down for a sweet but passionate kiss. He pulls her close, too, after taking a moment to catch his bearings, and they stumble toward the bed, fall onto it together, never separating. “God, your lips feel so good,” she praises when they pull back for air, and she leans in for a slow, gentle press of mouths, then another.

“Mmm. Feels good,” he breathes, and she can’t help it, grins.

“Yes, baby boy, it does. Keep telling me the things you like tonight, okay? I’ll do the same. Communication is important. Your first time with a new partner may always seem daunting, but as long as you’re both honest about what you like and don’t like, you’ll get there together.” He wets his lips, nods, and she just looks at him for a moment, so cute in his glasses, his little cardigan, shirt and tie, Adam’s apple exposed and just begging for her teeth to scrape over it.

God, she wants to wreck him, to have him moaning and coming and whining for more, for less; she’s been stupid horny for her partner for longer than she cares to admit, and she still feels a little like this could all be a dream—a sticky, wet, perfect dream for sure, but a dream nonetheless.

She pinches herself discreetly, just to be certain; if he notices, he doesn’t mention it.

With a deep breath, she pulls her t-shirt over her head, drops it onto the bed beside her. She’s wearing what she considers a work bra, so it’s plain, nude, nothing particularly exciting, but Spencer swallows hard, that Adam’s apple bobbing, and she takes his hand, sets it on her cheek.

“Tell me what you know about erogenous zones, Dr. Reid,” she murmurs, and she moves his fingers, brushes them over her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste, and he inhales sharply, his eyes get wide.

“Erogenous zones are—are areas of the human body that are especially sensitive to touch. During sexual foreplay, stimulating these areas can encourage relaxation, promote blood flow, build arousal, enhance sexual pleasure, and result in orgasm.” She hums, moves his hand down her throat, lets it brush over her exposed collarbone.

“Very good. Tell me more.”

“Uh. Common erogenous zones include the armpits, lower abdomen, mouth, neck—breasts,” he groans as she guides his hand into the cup of her bra to run over her stiff nipple. She squirms a little where she sits, eyes focused on his face. “Shoulders, lower back, and genitals. To name a few.” She exhales, a bit shaky herself, and rests his hand on her thigh so she can reach back, unclasp her bra and pull it off. “Oh, god.”

“Perfect, sweet boy. Touch me,” she instructs, moving to straddle his thighs; she brushes her hair back so her chest is bare and unobstructed. “Don’t worry about being too rough; I like that.” He closes his eyes, wets his lips, and then makes eye contact and raises his hands to cover her breasts, squeezing them softly. He sighs and his eyelids flutter. “Mmm. That feels really good for me, baby; how does it feel for you?”

“Incredible,” he murmurs. He squeezes them again, a little harder, and she rolls her hips, hums. “Sophie, god.”

“Keep touching, baby.” She covers his hands with hers, gropes roughly, bringing her breasts together, and they both moan as she grinds in his lap. “Spencer, mmm. Do you want me to take my pants off?” He nods, continues massaging her while she drops her hands to undo her fly; her fingers brush over his lap, and she can feel that he’s hard in his slacks, smiles a little and leans in for a kiss.

She climbs off of him—they are both reluctant to stop, but it’s necessary—and shimmies her jeans down her legs, then hovers over him; he’s leaned back a little, his arms behind him, and she presses her hands against the bed on either side of him and leans in to kiss his throat. The very instant her lips brush it, he moans, lifts his hips, and she settles back in his lap to explore every inch of his slender neck.

“Sophie, oh, god,” he groans again as she kisses him—she's beyond thrilled that his extensive vocabulary has already been reduced to practically just her name and god, very flattering—and his hands find her waist, holding her close to him.

“I know, sweetheart. Feels so good. I’ve always wanted to nibble on you, right here; sometimes on the jet it’s all I can do not to stare.” She pulls back, and he’s flushed, which is adorable. “I know Derek likes to call you Pretty Boy, and you think he’s just joking, I’m sure, but you are my pretty boy, Spencer. Aren’t you?” She covers his hands again, this time moves them down her stomach, over her hips, slowly up and down her thighs. “Aren’t you my pretty boy?”

“I’m your pretty boy,” he breathes, and she smiles, takes one hand and guides it inside her panties so he can feel how warm and slick she is. He closes his eyes, exhales deeply, and she rubs one of his fingers against her clit, bucks forward against his hand. She whimpers, and his eyes fly open, drinking her in.

“Yes you are, yes you are Spencer, and you’re going to make me come just like this. Just with these long, perfect fingers, okay?” He nods, and she gets out of his lap again, just long enough to remove her panties. This time, she lays back on the bed, puts her hands on his body to draw him closer. “Do you want to look?” she asks, running her palms over his chest and stomach; he bites his lip and murmurs that he does, and she spreads her legs, brings her hands down to open herself up a bit more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her, and she smiles softly, runs her fingers over her clit, between her lips, against her opening. He watches, enraptured, rests his hands gently on her open thighs; she hums with pleasure, just from touching herself and having him so close, with his hands on her, and he looks up, runs his tongue over his lips. “Could I… could I kiss you there?”

Her mind goes abruptly blank, and then tries to reboot, goes blank again. After a moment, she collects herself; Spencer doesn’t even notice.

“Yes, baby boy. You want to kiss my pussy? Please, feel free.” He swallows hard and then dips down, presses his lips just below her clit, and she sighs, slowly moves a palm to brush over his hair. “So sweet, Spencer. Do you want to keep kissing? Do you want to come back up and touch me with your fingers?”

“I want to kiss a little more, and then come up and touch you with my fingers,” he says, looking up at her from between her thighs, and she whines softly. Those lips, those fucking glasses. He’s going to be the death of her.

“Okay, baby. Come up when you’re ready,” she murmurs, and he smooths his hands over her stomach, kisses her, slow and gentle; he deepens it, after a moment, adds a tentative flick of his tongue, and she groans, does her best not to press up against him just yet. She wants him to set the pace. “God, that feels good. You can lick all you want, baby. We could get me off together, that way, if you’d rather.” He crawls up her body at that, looks hesitant, and she pulls him in for a kiss.

“I’m worried I won’t be good at it—good enough to get you off,” he says, and she brushes his bottom lip.

“The most important thing is to listen to the sounds your partner makes, what they say. If they give direction, don’t be afraid to take it; if they’re more the quiet type, ask how it feels.” He licks his lips, and she wants to see them covered in her more than anything. “Or if you’d like, I can lay you back and ride your pretty face, Spencer. You just present that tongue for me and I’ll grind all over you until I come. Do you want to taste it?” He groans, grabs her a bit tighter where he holds her waist, and she resists a smirk. He’s the kind of boy that wants to be used by her, and she is very familiar with that kind of boy; they happen to be her favorite. “Do you want me to hump your face, pretty boy? Make myself come on you? You’ll be like a warm, squirmy toy for me to play with until I’ve had my fill.”

“Oh my god, yes,” he says with a quiet moan, and she moves to unbutton his cardigan, slow and careful.

“Can I take your clothes off now? I like my toys naked.” He squeezes her waist, nods, and she makes quick work undressing his top half, presses her lips to his shoulders and chest when they are exposed to her. When that’s done, she guides him easily back onto the bed, gets his pants down; she leaves his underwear on for now, because she wants to make a really big show of seeing his dick for the first time, and she’s too horny for that right now. “That’s good for now; I need your tongue, baby. Are you ready for me?”

“I’m ready,” he says softly, and she bends in to kiss him a couple of times before scooting up, knees on either side of his head.

“Thank you for this, sweetheart. If you want me to stop, tap my thigh like this,” she instructs, pats her leg with her hand. “And I want to hear you, baby, if you’re enjoying yourself. It will make us both feel good.” He nods, puts his hands on her hips, and she lowers herself down, sighs when his tongue glides between her lips. “Oh, baby. Good boy. I’m going to use you to come, don’t worry. You’ll get to feel it, to taste it, I promise.” He groans, and she smiles.

She moves very slowly at first, her hands on her ass, rocks gently against his face and just stares down at him, perfect, beautiful, giving her everything. He’s flushed, delicious, and his glasses are a little askew, but she wanted to leave them on because he looks so damn cute when he wears them. There’s nothing like having a cute, soft boy beneath you, Sophie knows, and Spencer is a shining example of why.

“Feeling so, so good, baby,” she sighs, rolling her pussy against his mouth. He whimpers, and her lips curve up in a smile. “You like this, don’t you, Spencer? You like being pinned down by my thighs and you like that I’m using you to give myself pleasure. You know you exist to make other people feel good—my sweet, horny boy.” He groans, digs his fingers into her hips, and she continues the gentle, smooth motions of her body, clenches her pussy while she moves.

It’s slower than she’s used to, lately, but she enjoys it all the same. He might be into rougher stuff, but she doesn’t want to try too soon and have it be the wrong thing. Maybe later, if she’s lucky enough to get this again—to get him again—but she’s not getting her hopes up. She’s never been good with disappointment.

“So good, honey, so sweet, letting me do this. I want to do something for you, if you think you’d like it: I want you to give yourself to me completely, Spencer. I know your head is full of thoughts, I know it’s racing all the time. I want you to give me your thoughts, sweet boy. Let your head be empty; you don’t have anything to worry about when you’re with me. I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you. You can trust me, you can let yourself fall, when you’re with me.” He closes his eyes, hums, and his grip on her body softens a little. “That’s right, baby. I’ll bring you pleasure, comfort; you can get lost in me, or I can make you feel found, whatever you need. Do you want to do that?”

She brings a hand to his face, brushes his hair back tenderly, and he opens his eyes, nods, slides his hands up her body, around her ribs. She hums.

“Good boy. You’re already doing half of what it takes just by listening to me, by answering me clearly, by doing what I say. The rest is easy. You’re just going to submit to me. Put your arms down, rest them beside your head.” He does, slowly, and she can feel him sink deeper against the bed. “That’s it. Give yourself to me, Spencer, and I promise to take care of you. My sweet boy.” He moans against her, blinks soft and slow, and she feels so good, hot and sensitive all over. Hmm. What better way to celebrate this occasion than to come all over his face? “Can I move a little faster, baby?” she asks, her voice tense with the sudden flood of almost painful arousal, and when he nods his head she fucks against his face—not hard or rough, but quickly, just right for both of them.

She presses a hand back against his chest for support, the other still softly on his head, and he groans when she starts whining, hips rolling gracelessly against him, hair falling in her face. She’s got his tongue lined up perfectly to slip inside her, and it’s long and firm and wet, insanely good; when she comes, she comes moaning, head tipped back, and Spencer is loud beneath her, incredible.

When she’s finished, she scoots down to lay on top of him, brings her mouth to his for deep, desperate kisses, and the second she sets a hand on his dick over his boxers he tenses, mumbles, comes.

“Perfect, pretty baby boy,” she praises, and she kisses him through it, holds him close, lets him pant against her throat. “That’s a good boy, so good for me. All that come for me.” She holds his face in her hands, makes sure he’s focused on her. “Can I lick it up? Can I clean you with my tongue?”

“Yes, please,” he rasps, and she kisses him, caresses him, and wastes no time pulling down his underwear and lapping at his cock until he’s whining and boneless against the bed. She climbs back up, nuzzles against his neck, and he sighs. “I’m sorry.” She blinks, confused, looks up at him.

“What are you sorry for, sweetheart? That was incredible, that was perfect.”

“Came so fast. I’m sure you wanted… sex,” he mutters, eyelids fluttering, and she kisses his pink cheeks.

“For one thing, honey, that was sex, and it was amazing. For another—are you planning on kicking me out already?” That livens him up a little, and he tries to lean up—weakly, it’s adorable, she just guides him back onto the bed—and shakes his head.

“No, no, of course not. I want you to stay. Please.” She smiles, runs her hands over his chest and arms.

“I'll stay. Then we’ll have sex—penetrative sex—in a little bit, if you want. Until then, let’s just relax, okay?” She curls against him, presses her lips to his shoulder, and he hums happily. “Is your head empty, baby boy?”

“Mm hmm. Thank you.” One hand smooths through his hair, the other rubs his body, and she closes her eyes, has never felt so content in her whole damn life.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #aaron hotchner x original female character #spencer reid x original female character #aaron hotchner x derek morgan #sweet surrender

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suituuup · 4 years ago

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pieces - chapter seventeen

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn’t expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

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A shrill cry pulled Beca out of her slumber with a startle. It had been a month, but she had yet to get used to being awoken by baby cries. Tonight was her shift, and she swung her legs to the side and she pushed back the covers, her bare feet hitting the carpet floor and carrying her across the hall.

“It’s okay, Bean,” she soothed as she picked Marleigh up, cradling her against her chest as she headed down the hall towards the kitchen. She fished a pouch of breast milk from the fridge and expertly poured it into a bottle with one hand, all the while trying to soothe Marleigh’s cries by rocking her lightly. Setting the bottle inside the warmer (best purchase they had made), she hit the button and paced the living room while it heated up, pressing soft kisses over Marleigh’s velvety hair.

Once the milk was at the perfect temperature, she padded back to the nursery and settled into the rocking chair, shifting Marleigh to the crook of her elbow and bringing the teat to her lips.

“Here we go,” Beca murmured, her tone full of love and affection for the three-month-old as Marleigh’s cries subsized to coos as she fed, her big blue eyes locking with Beca’s. She was a carbon copy of Chloe, and Beca was truly obsessed. “Much better, huh?” She smiled. “Listen MJ, tomorrow I have to go back to work. It sucks big time, and I’m going to miss you so, so much, but I’ll come back at night, okay? I’m not abandoning you, or anything. I’ll never do that. I promise.”

Once Marleigh was done, Beca changed her and sang her a lullaby, gently lowering her in her crib. Marleigh had the habit of sleeping with her arms up by her head, and it was the most adorable thing.

Come morning, Beca was definitely reluctant to go back into the office. Chloe and Marleigh were doing tummy time in the living room when she rounded the corner to pour her coffee into a travel mug.

Chloe smiled and picked Marleigh up, carrying her over. “Ready for your first day back?”

“No,” Beca mumbled as she screwed the lid back on, pouting a little. “Send me photos and videos, alright?”

Chloe giggled. “I will, don’t worry.”

“Come here, Bean,” Beca said, plucking her from Chloe’s arms. She kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

As though sensing her sadness, Marleigh wailed as soon as Beca transferred her back into Chloe’s arms, making Beca’s departure a thousand times more difficult. She spent her first meeting of the day with her mind wandering to the two people she left at home, daydreaming about going back home later that day.

“Knock, knock.”

Beca looked up from her computer, grinning at the sight of Chloe and Marleigh. She was just about to leave for lunch. “Hey! What are you guys doing here??”

“We thought we would come to have lunch,” Chloe said as she stepped inside and placed a bag on Beca’s desk.

“Oh my god, she’s a bear,” Beca gushed as she walked around the desk to take Marleigh from Chloe once she was out of the chest carrier. The baby was clad in the most precious bear fleece winter suit, complete with a hood sporting round ears. She kissed Marleigh’s cheek. “Hi, Bean. I’ve missed you.”

“How was your first morning back?” Chloe asked a few minutes later once she was settled down in the chair opposite Beca’s desk, nursing Marleigh.

“Busy,” Beca said once she’d swallowed her mouthful of poke rice. “But good. It’s nice to get back into it, even though I miss you guys.”

“We’ve missed you, too,” Chloe murmured with a soft smile. “Maybe we’ll do this lunch thing regularly. It’s nice to be outside. We can meet at the park when it gets warmer, too.”

Beca smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.”

It was strange, for someone as workaholic as Beca to be looking forward to the weekend, now. She and Chloe had a pretty good routine down. During weekdays, she would wait for Beca to come home to start Marleigh’s nighttime routine: bath, feed, and playtime. On weekends, Beca usually spent her mornings entertaining Marleigh so Chloe could have a lie-in and she and Marleigh some bonding time. She also made sure to come home earlier on the days Chloe had therapy or NA meetings, so she could watch Marleigh.

Her absolute favorite thing was whenever Marleigh fell asleep sprawled out on her chest while she lounged on the couch.

“Oh my goodness,” Chloe murmured the first time she was there to witness the scene. She whipped out her phone. “Don’t move.”

Beca chuckled. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to. She’s been passed out like this for an hour. Sorry, I didn’t get a start on dinner yet.”

“Don’t worry about that. Did everything go okay?”

Beca nodded. “Yeah. We did tummy time, then had a snack, and then decided we were too tired to do anything else, so we passed out on the couch.”

Chloe smiled as she sat down next to them. She brushed a kiss to Marleigh’s forehead, then one to Beca’s cheek. “You guys are so cute. Oh, I went to pick up the birth announcements from the photographer, check this out.” Chloe pulled out a stack of pictures, handing one to Beca.

“Oh my god, she’s adorable,” Beca said, smiling fondly as she gazed at Chloe. “You really said copy and paste, huh?”

Chloe laughed. “I know. It’s pretty crazy. Part of me is glad she doesn’t look like him at all,” she admitted. “Not that I would love her any less but, yeah…”

“I get it,” Beca murmured.

When Marleigh woke up, they let her play on her own on her mat for a bit while they worked on dinner, singing along to the music playing. At now four months old, Marleigh was able to start eating solid food, which they were trying for the first time tonight.

“Tonight’s menu is a carrot, sweet potato, and parsnip puree,” Beca commented as she stirred the homemade concoction with a spoon. “Doesn’t sound too bad, does it, Mar?”

Chloe had her phone ready to record, and Beca scooped half a spoon, blowing on it then presenting it to the baby. Marleigh closed her lips around it and paused, a perplexed expression flashing on her features once she seemed to realize this definitely didn’t taste like milk. Beca chuckled and backed away a bit, half expecting Marleigh to spit it right out, but the baby ended up swallowing and opening her mouth for more.

They gave her a bath afterward, and read her a story. Marleigh usually woke up for a feed around ten pm, which Chloe handled while Beca washed the dishes after their own dinner. She changed and washed up for bed afterward, messing around on her phone for a bit.

A knock on the open door made her look up.

“Hey,” she murmured. “All good?”

Chloe nodded. “Yeah, she’s down.” She padded over and laid down, shifting to her side.

Beca set her phone aside, mirroring her position. “What’s up?”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Chloe said. “Like… since the start. With taking me in, paying for rehab and my dad’s treatment, being by my side through my recovery and pregnancy, and now this-- raising Marleigh like she’s your own. You’re…” she shook her head. “I want to find the words to tell you how grateful I am, but I don’t think those exist.”

Beca’s heart swelled with Chloe’s words. She smiled, blinking back the tears burning behind her eyes. “I know you’re grateful, I promise. And since we’re telling each other what we think…” she grabbed Chloe’s hand. “I’m in awe of you. Since day one. Accepting to go to rehab, keeping the baby, being a kickass mom. Marleigh is incredibly lucky.”

“Thank you,” Chloe murmured. “I just hope I won’t mess up.”

Beca nodded, squeezing her hand. Chloe had expressed concerns about being able to remain sober once she would stop breastfeeding a few months from now. “I know you’ll do your best not to.”

“Can I…” Chloe hesitated. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”

A soft smile curved Beca’s lips and butterflies flapped in her belly. “Yeah, of course. I’d love that.”

As Chloe got settled under the covers and turned on her opposite side, Beca waited for a few beats, then draped an arm across her middle, shuffling closer. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Chloe breathed in the darkness. Her fingers loosely laced with Beca’s. “Goodnight, Bec.”

“I’m home!”

“We’re in the kitchen!” Beca called out as she stood by the island, Marleigh propped on her hip. Today was an important day, but the five-month-old didn’t seem all that aware. “Happy one year of sobriety!”

Chloe’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the cake that bore the same sentiment. “Oh my god,” she breathed out, tears pooling in her eyes. “You remembered.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Duh. Of course, I did.” She glanced at Marleigh. “Can you say happy one year of sobriety mommy?”

Marleigh reached out for Chloe in response, emitting the cutest cooing sound.

“Close enough,” Beca decided with a soft laugh. She smiled at Chloe. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Proud,” Chloe said, beaming.

Beca nodded. “As you should. I’m also freaking proud of you, Chlo.”

Marleigh rested her tiny hand on Chloe’s cheek when a tear slid down, big blue eyes focused on her mom. Chloe exhaled a watery chuckle. “It’s okay, Bean. Mommy’s alright.”

Beca grinned, taking the knife. “Shall I cut this bad boy?”

“One sec,” Chloe said, stepping closer to pluck the knife from her hand and set it on the table. Before Beca could ask her what she was doing, Chloe’s lips were on hers in a soft kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

It was short, chaste, but sent Beca’s mind for a spin.

“I love you,” Chloe murmured as she pulled away, brushing her nose against Beca’s. “Thank you for being so patient with me and going at my pace. But I feel ready now. To start something real, with you.”

Beca blinked. “Can you say that again?”

“Which part?” Chloe asked with an amused smile.

“The… love part.”

“I love you,” Chloe repeated, resting her forehead against Beca’s. “And I want to be with you.”

Beca closed her eyes, basking into the pool of happiness spreading inside her as those words danced in a loop in her mind. She reached up to cup Chloe’s cheek, cradling her face tenderly. “I love you, too.”

“Hey. Breathe,” Beca coached, taking Chloe’s hand at the red light.

Today was Marleigh’s six-month-check up, and as always whenever they went to the doctor’s, Chloe was terrified something might be wrong.

It had been two weeks since Chloe’s kiss and confession, and they’d been taking things slow. They hadn’t had sex yet, but Beca was in no rush at all. She knew Chloe would probably be more reluctant with that aspect of their relationship given everything she’d been through (Beca guessed, as Chloe never broached the topic), and she was once again following her lead.

Chloe nodded, puffing out a breath as instructed. “Thanks.”

Beca couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as well as they waited in the doctor’s office. Marleigh seemed and looked healthy; she rolled over now, made different sounds, and reacted to her name. Nothing indicated a failure to thrive, but something could be wrong with her heart, her lungs, or her liver without any physical sign showing up.

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Gazzola greeted as she stepped inside the exam room. “Hello, Marleigh. Wow, you’ve gotten big since the last time I saw you!”

Chloe chuckled. “She eats really well.”

“Good. Are you still nursing?”

“Yes. Once in the morning and in the evening before bed. The rest is solid food.”

Over the next twenty minutes, Dr. Gazzola dotted down Marleigh’s weight and height, inquired about the milestones, and listened to her heart and lungs. Beca’s eyes widened when she said it was time for the shots.

“Shots?” She asked, paling slightly. “Again?”

Marleigh’s three-month-check up had been traumatizing for Beca, as she had felt powerless against Marleigh’s distress after getting two shots.

“Want to hold my hand?” Chloe teased, though Beca knew it was hard on her, too.

“Shut up,” Beca muttered, throwing her a glare.

Chloe held Marleigh in her lap while the doctor administered three shots. Marleigh cried, but it wasn’t as bad as last time.

“You were so brave,” Beca gushed as she put her onesie back on while Chloe asked the doctor about any signs of defects because of the drugs having passed in the placenta the first three weeks of pregnancy. Marleigh cooed, holding on a chunk of Beca’s hair and pulling it to her mouth. Beca chuckled and picked her up, propping her onto her hip as she focused on the doctor’s words.

“I see no signs of defects so far. She hit all the six-month milestones, her weight and height are good. She’s as healthy as can be.”

Chloe’s shoulder slumped, and she mustered a smile. “Okay. Thank you so much.”

They strapped Marleigh back inside her car seat and carried it out to the car, Beca’s hand finding Chloe’s on their way out.

“Wanna stop at Chick-Fil-A for lunch?” It felt deserved after that emotional hour.

Chloe grinned. “Heck yeah.” She leaned in to kiss Beca, and Beca wasn’t sure when or if she’d ever get used to that.

After lunch, they hung out at the park as it happened to be one of the first warm days of the year. Marleigh was getting a lot more curious and talkative, and putting everything within reach in her mouth, including rocks, they soon found out.

“And that’s a dog,” Beca said as Marleigh sat in her lap. “Can you say dog? Or woof?”

“Da!”

Beca chuckled and glanced at Chloe to find her snapping a picture or filming. “Are you capturing more material to further destroy my reputation, Beale?” Beca asked, narrowing her eyes.

Chloe giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping this one for myself.”

On their way out of the park, they ran into someone Beca never thought she’d see again.

“Oh, hi.”

Beca blinked. “Hey, Sarah. How, um, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good.” She cleared her throat, her eyes falling to Marleigh as she chilled in her stroller, munching on a teething toy and seemingly unaware of the awkwardness surrounding her.

“This is Marleigh,” Chloe provided with a soft smile.

“Wow, she looks just like you,” Sarah said.

“Can I… talk to you for a minute?” Beca found herself asking, pointing over her shoulder. She sent Chloe a smile before she and Sarah stepped away. Beca rubbed the back of her neck. “I uh, wanted to apologize. You were right about my feelings for Chloe, I just-- I was oblivious. I’m sorry I unconsciously led you on more than I should have.”

Sarah nodded. “Thank you for saying that. And it’s okay. The first couple of months were a bit rough, but then I met someone, and…” she smiled, glancing at the ground. “I’m really happy.”

Beca’s shoulders slumped as that last bit of guilt she wasn’t aware she was carrying until now dissipated. “Good. I’m really glad to hear that, Sarah.”

Sarah looked back to where Chloe was, crouched down in front of Marleigh and talking to her. “You guys make a beautiful family.”

Beca smiled. “Thanks. It was good to see you,” she said, meaning every word. “Take care of yourself, Sarah.”

She headed back to Chloe and Marleigh, taking Chloe’s hand as they resumed their way to the car.

“You okay?” Chloe asked after a few beats.

“Yeah,” Beca breathed out, lacing their fingers as she kissed Chloe’s cheek. “More than okay.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Princess Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 3

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: E- smut

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Miserable

It was the word that best describes Regulus’ current predicament. It had been three weeks since you wanted a break. Three weeks with little contact other than class. You would still talk to him then but that was it. Regulus found himself dying for any bit of attention that you would throw his way. He had never been more lonely in his life! Sure, Regulus had Evan and his other friends but they weren’t you. They weren’t the girl that knew everything about him!

It didn’t help that his parents were pissed at him too. He had received his first howler the week before. Regulus had been used to witnessing Sirius get howlers over the years but the moment the Black family owl dropped one in front of him, Regulus felt his stomach drop.

“Oh shit.”

He muttered before hesitantly picking up the red envelope. Evan, who had been quietly trying to nurse his hangover with a piece of toast, looked up

“You better run for it.”

Regulus was not about to open the letter in front of god and everyone. His dark eyes flickered to you. You were sitting on Emma’s other side and had looked up when the owl dropped the envelope. Regulus muttered what sounded like fuck under his breath before getting up and racing out of the great hall.

He had barely made it out of the room when Walburga Black’s shrill voice began to ring out…

“REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK! I AM FURIOUS WITH YOU! HOW DARE YOU BREAK Y/N’S HEART THE WAY YOU HAVE! SHE IS YOUR FIANCE AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! IF YOU RUIN THIS ENGAGEMENT TO A DECENT WOMAN WHO YOUR FATHER AND I LOVE DEEPLY YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF THE NEXT DAY! STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR BLOOD TRAITOR OF A BROTHER AND BE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE! “

Regulus stepped back into the great hall red as a tomato before sitting back down. He didn’t dare look in your direction nor anyone else's. He didn’t want to see the expression of pity on Evan’s face or the way Antonin Dolohov and his merry band of misfits were laughing. All Regulus wanted to do at the moment was to find a hole to crawl into and die.

What has this girl done to me? I’m a bloody mess. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s a wonder I can do anything!

Regulus thought angrily as he ran a hand through his sweaty curls. He lay on his back in bed trying to find the will to sleep. All of Regulus felt tense. If he needed any more proof that you were his soulmate, he had it now. His skin felt as though there were ants crawling all over him. He was a sweaty itching mess and nothing that he did could help his situation.

At some point, he had yanked the t-shirt that he was wearing over his head and removed other articles of clothing until he lay nude trying to find air. The dormitory seemed stuffier and hotter than normal. For being in the dungeons, the room was hotter than necessary!

The pain between his legs was worse than the mental anguish. As much as he didn’t want to be dramatic at this particular moment (normally he didn’t mind being dramatic but this night...no), Regulus couldn’t help it. 3 weeks and no sex had left Regulus dying to be inside of you. He needed the physical love that the two of you shared. It didn’t matter how much “extra” time he took in the shower or how many nights he lay in bed with the curtains closed, he couldn’t come.

“You might as well face it. She’s your soulmate. You need Y/n. If you want I can talk to her. It will be awkward as hell for me but you are my best friend and right now your needs are more important.”

Evan had offered earlier that day. Regulus instantly shook his head. He wasn’t about to have his best friend fighting his battles. Evan had done that enough as it was. He had been spending the better part of the last three weeks making Alexander “two names” life hell.

“Reg, you're jacking off more than a 13-year-old. I thought that you were bad then but now I am starting to think otherwise. I bet Y/n is a mess without you too. I caught her staring at you in class today. She was looking at your hands biting her lip. I want to vomit saying this but would you please go sleep with my cousin?”

Regulus shook the thought from his head as he ran his hand over his erection once more. It didn’t matter how many times he touched himself. It wasn’t going to work. Sex was the go-to “coping” mechanism that the two of you had been using since age 14. It wasn’t always a coping mechanism either. The two of you were horny little teenage kids who had the pleasure of being able to touch each other without getting into trouble.

“Fucking hell!”

Regulus gave up. Regulus could only wonder if Evan was right? Were you lying in your bed aching for him as badly as he was for you?

(Meanwhile)

If Regulus only knew how right he was. You sat in your bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. It had been three fucking weeks and you missed Regulus horribly!

You had almost gone to him when Walburga sent the howler. Without speaking to him, you knew how embarrassed your love was. It used to be thrilling to watch Sirius get the howlers when he was still at Hogwarts. Both Regulus and yourself used to love watching Sirius laughing whenever he got a howler. Walburga’s screeching and screaming never seemed to bother Sirius the way it did Regulus.

It had taken all that you had not to go to Regulus after he opened Walburga’s “scream-o-gram” but decided not to. Regulus didn’t look as if he wanted to be consoled anyway. After the way the past three weeks had turned out, Regulus would probably shove you away if you tried to comfort him.

You were better off being miserable alone and regretting your life choices.

Earlier that day you lay with your head on Emma’s lap.

“I’m an idiot. I throw away perfectly good marriage proposals because I can't handle being ignored. I’m such a baby.”

Emma gently patted your head.

“Now darling you didn’t throw away the proposal. Regulus will give you back your ring. You only asked for a break. You didn’t refuse him altogether. This is Regulus that we are talking about. His loyalty to you is too perfect. If it makes you feel better, Evan said Regulus is a mess right now also. Why don’t you two go be a mess together and let him touch you?”

You shivered at the memory of the conversation with Emma earlier. At the moment, you would give anything to have Regulus touch you. You needed him. That was putting things lightly. Never in your life had you wanted Regulus to make love to you so badly!

You were staying wet! All of your clothes felt more confining than ever! That day in potions you found yourself staring at Regulus’ hands aching for him to touch your breasts. You would let him rip the bra right off of you if Regulus had asked. When you accidentally brushed against him and noticed the erection building in Regulus’ trousers you had to “fake a migraine” and leave class early. Your face was blood red when you quickly muttered an apology to Slughorn before gathering up your things and rushing out of the room. You couldn’t even meet Regulus’ concerned gaze or Evan’s scowl.

After that rather unpleasant scene, you had refused to leave your dormitory. Things got even worse around 7 pm when Emma came into the dormitory with a letter from your aunt Druella. To add more bad news to your already unlucky day, you also found out that your father had passed away in Azkaban. You hadn’t seen your father in years. To be honest, he was a total embarrassment. After he was sent away rather than putting up a fight and dying valiantly, no one in the Rosier family wanted much to do with him. He still was, however, your father and now he was dead.

You slowly slipped out of bed and decided to head to the room of requirement. The last thing that you really wanted was to stay in the dormitory a moment longer. At least in the room of requirement you would be able to sit and read a book quietly.

Walking into the common room, you froze the moment that you saw Regulus sitting on the couch facing the fireplace. He quickly stood the moment that he noticed you. You wanted to look away but couldn't. Regulus looked as rough as you felt. His normally neat and put together appearance was sloppy. He stood with his dress shirt untucked and curls an unruly mess.

“Where are you going?”

“Room of requirement.”

You replied before moving to walk around him. Regulus reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“You know the prefects will be out.”

“Then come with me.”

You said, softly. Regulus shrugged and followed you out of the common room. He intertwined his hand with yours. Both of you stopped and looked down at your joined hands. The tingling clearly hit both of you at the same time. Regulus had to fight the urge to pull you into a kiss. He didn’t want to rush into anything too quickly. The last thing that he wanted was for a prefect to catch the two of you wandering the hallways. Regulus could hex whoever it was and feel no guilt in doing that. He would feel no guilt about it. The prefects were the least of his worries. Regulus was more worried about you shoving him away.

The next few minutes consisted of the two of you sneaking through the hallways dodging prefects. Regulus quickly ushered you into the room. You internally sighed as you realized the room of requirement was set up as it always was when the two of you came for a visit. A nice bed sat in the middle of the room waiting for Regulus and yourself to roll around in it.

Regulus, meanwhile, turned back to you after locking the door and putting a few charms on it. The last thing that he wanted was for someone to come in on the both of you.

“Y/n…”

“My father died.”

You said, softly. Regulus returned to his place beside you. Having him be this close to you again was more comforting than anything you had experienced that day.

“I know. I heard.”

Regulus replied, softly. His voice was gentle as he stepped closer.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to be with you...even if you despise me.”

You turned to him quickly.

“I don’t despise you, Reggie.”

Regulus waited a moment longer before pulling you into his arms. You snuggled your face into his shoulder. A hand wrapped around the back of your head to hold you tighter.

“I’m sorry...about everything.”

Regulus said, softly.

“I was a bad fiance. I should have never stayed as busy as I was. You’re not second to me and I don’t want you to be another Narcissa Malfoy either. I want you to be happy because I make you happy. I love you.”

Regulus carefully tilted your head to the side before leaning down to kiss your neck. He ran his full lips across your ivory skin breathing as he went. Regulus’ eyes closed as he breathed you in. Your gardenia perfume filled his senses leaving Regulus a turned-on mess of emotions.

You meanwhile, didn’t move as Regulus snuggled his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry and I love you too.”

Regulus pulled away, leaving you wanting to whine. He quickly stepped behind you and pulled your body against his from behind. His face was snuggled back into your neck as he rocked his hips into you. His erection was digging into your ass.

“It's been a long time.”

You said almost breathlessly. Regulus nodded before taking your hand and guiding it toward the now prominent bulge in his dress pants. You wrapped your hands around his length and tightened your grasp. Regulus groaned quietly. He wasn’t about to admit that he could have come just from the bit of attention.

“Too long.”

Regulus finally choked out. He continued to let you caress and stroke him through his pants until Regulus slowly took your hand away to press back against you. Regulus gently pulled your robe off. He muttered a curse under his breath upon the realization that you were only dressed in your bra and knickers. The white silk dainty fabric was dying to be torn from your body.

“You’re so perfect, princess.”

Regulus cooed before moving his hand under the material of the bra. His hand slithered up your skin until he was able to wrap fully around your breast. Regulus’ fingers caressed your delicate skin before gripping tightly. He squeezed over and over until your nipple became hard under his touch.

“Reggie…”

You whined his name until Regulus let you turn in his arms for a kiss. The kiss quickly escalated as Regulus teased your bottom lip with a playful nibble.

“Wait. Before we get too carried away.”

Regulus said before reaching into his pocket and took out your engagement ring.

“Would you please consider being my wife again?”

You were thrilled as Regulus slid the ring back onto your finger.

“I’ll change…”

He added.

“I’ll stay home more...give you my undivided attention…”

You knew that was a lie even if Regulus meant it. When the dark lord called, he would have to go (and you knew it). Regulus could promise all that he wanted to be with you constantly but wouldn’t be able to. The past three weeks had taught you that having Regulus in your life with absences would be better than not at all. Walburga’s motherly advice of being a comforting place for your husband to escape to made even more sense to you now. Regulus would need you and your loving support. When Regulus was home, you could make all of the bad things that were happening with the war seem better.

“Regulus, don’t make promises that you can’t keep.”

Regulus pulled you into another soft kiss.

“I won’t forget about you again.”

He whispered. You were pleased enough with Regulus’ response.

“You look exhausted.”

You said before reaching up to stroke Regulus’ messy curls. Regulus shrugged.

“I haven’t had my soulmate in three fucking weeks. Nothing compares to you, sweetheart.”

You batted your eyes at Regulus before slowly unbuttoning each of his dress shirt's buttons before moving to his belt. Regulus smirked.

“On your knees.”

His soft tone hardened a bit. You quickly did as you were told and tugged his trousers down his slender hips. Regulus groaned the moment that you took him into your mouth. You fought a smile as you sucked each inch of his length into your mouth. Regulus wrapped a hand through your hair forcing himself deeper down your throat.

“Love, your one hell of a tease. Get on the bed.”

You quickly did as you were told as Regulus ran his hand over his length a few times. For the first time in three weeks, it felt good to touch himself. Sinking to his knees Regulus spread your legs to press open-mouthed kisses to your panty clad core. You gasped as his tongue began to soak your already wet panties with each lick.

Regulus snapped your knickers with one tug. The moment that the cold air hit your now overstimulated clit. Regulus didn’t give you a moment to adjust before his mouth was back on your mound. His tongue slid through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Regulus, stop your teasing.”

Dark eyes rolled to your face before smiling evilly. Regulus quickly sat upon his knees.

“You’re right. No more teasing. I’m about to make that little twat feel amazing.”

You were thrilled that Regulus knew how to make you come by words alone. There was also the knowledge that only you knew that Regulus actually talked like this.

“Prove it.”

You said, blowing him a kiss. Regulus waited all of two seconds before yanking you to him by your hips. His cock shoved in mercilessly. Both of you moaned at the sudden intrusion. Regulus set a steady rhythm as shook his head to get his long hair out of his face. He bit his lips as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust.

“On top of me.”

Regulus growled before pulling out and leaving you almost crying. You quickly climbed on top of Regulus and sank back down onto his cock. Looking down at your lover’s athletic body heaving below you was enough to make your body tighten around him.

“Princess, that isn’t fair.”

Regulus groaned, pressing his head back into the pillow. He could barely keep one eye open to watch you bounce on his cock.

“I need to come, Reggie.”

You whimpered. His deep penetration had made you come hard and slowly. Regulus grinned as he got to enjoy every bit of movement inside as you squeezed on him.

“Two can play at that game.”

Regulus clenched his eyes closed as he let himself come. You sighed feeling his warmth push into your still soaking core.

“That lasted a whole five minutes.”

Regulus moaned before pulling your down into his arms. You didn’t move off of his body instead, you snuggled against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat of lulling you into a peaceful sleep. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled the duvet over your nude bodies.

“We can always go again.”

You suggested with a yawn. Regulus chuckled and stroked his fingers through your hair and over your cheek.

“I think my princess is tired.”

You shook your head as Regulus rolled you off of him. He manhandled you onto your side before pressing against you from behind. Regulus knew how much that you liked being the little spoon and this was a sure-fire way to get you to sleep. He was thankful that it would be Christmas time soon and that would give you plenty of time to be alone. Regulus would tell his mother to not bother the two of you. This time Walburga would listen to him. Regulus would be, after all, repairing his relationship with the woman that Walburga was so desperate to have as a daughter-in-law.

“Maybe.”

You said, pulling Regulus’ hand to your neck to hold onto him.

“Druella said that they are having a funeral in a few days. Will you come with me?”

Regulus didn’t have to think twice.

“I won’t let you go alone. We can go show mum that we are happy again so she won’t send me a howler again.”

You yawned.

“No more howlers.”

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