#because I’m able to scan through the slides and figure out where to find what I need to use to answer the question

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

Talking to Selwyn has helped me narrow down how I want Telanthera to be, actually, so I’m putting it here as well (which gives me a chance to refine the wording a bit, and that’s also nice!)

Telanthera is the sort of person who always gives off the impression that she knows exactly what she’s doing, coming across as almost slightly smug or self-satisfied a lot of the time. This is because she has learned this is the best way not to be questioned on things, and she definitely has the intelligence to back up this quietly confident demeanour if someone does decide to try and throw her off - which, more often than not, just leaves them feeling like the fool. If she is uncertain about something, she’ll often be actively working to gather what information she needs on the fly, such as by picking up on cues from other people talking around her in a social situation and wording things very precisely to gain the most information in a way that sounds carefree. In circumstances where she can actually let her unfamiliarity with something show, it comes across more as curiosity than hesitancy, especially if it’s someone else (like one of the twins) kindly introducing something to her without making her seem unworldly or out of the loop for not knowing about it beforehand.

Additionally, the more ridiculously expensive something is, the more likely she is to be dismissive of it, unless it actually has good reason to be that expensive (such as a clearly-sentimental and lovingly-crafted item made using a delicate and fascinating construction method, as opposed to something gaudy with ten thousand gemstones shoved onto it purely for the sake of inflating the price). It’s the sort of attitude that just completely baffles a lot of the richer nobles, but I’d like to think it’s a trait that makes her much more likeable to those who don’t entirely centre their lives around money.

I hope that this makes sense!

[seokmthw]

adore you | seok matthew

⇢ pairing: matthew x athlete!reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 793

prompt: #6 "how long did you think you could hide this?"

⇢ note: i had two requests for matthew with this prompt, and both were a little along the same lines, so i just decided to combine them! i hope you enjoy~

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you winced as you applied pressure to your ankle, a sharp pain shooting through it as you did so, and you knew right then you were going to have a problem. you sat down on the bench in the deserted locker room, a defeated sigh pushing past your lips. you truly didn’t mean to land on it the way you did sliding into home base, and initially the pain was mild discomfort, but the more you walked on it the more it hurt. 

you pulled your roll of ace bandage out of your bag sitting near your feet, opting to wrap it as tightly as you could in order to stabilize it as much as possible. as you stood to test it out, the pain had subsided quite a bit, leaving you with a normal walking pace and hardly anything to worry about. you didn’t plan on telling anyone, not even your boyfriend, matthew, because you didn’t want anyone to worry and you most certainly didn’t want to be benched for your next game in a few days. 

collecting all of your belongings, you walked out of the locker room and into the main hallway, where matthew was leaned up against the wall after deciding he would wait for you to change into your normal clothing. “there’s my star player,”  he remarked, his arms were wide open, a bright smile painted across his face, and you fell into them, a small giggle erupting from you. 

“thank you for coming to the game,” you answered, shifting so you could look up at him, chin resting comfortably against his chest.

he leaned down and kissed you gently, unable to contain his grin, “i wouldn’t have missed it for the world. are you still up for going to the park and dinner, or would you rather we go home?”

you contemplated it for a moment; on one hand, you knew it wasn’t a good idea to continuously be on your ankle, but this was also a date you’d planned with him for a couple of weeks now. besides, the weather was perfect and there was still so much time left in the day, so you nodded, coming to your own conclusion as you stated, “let’s still go on our date, i’ve been looking forward to it.”

however, you’d very quickly come to regret that decision, because as you walked through the park, fingers intertwined with your boyfriend’s, you felt the pain begin to creep back up. the uneven pavement of the sidewalk certainly wasn’t helping, and ultimately caused you to squeeze matthew’s hand in an attempt to keep from letting out a pained cry. 

he stopped walking, turning to face you, concern evident in his eyes, “are you okay?” 

“yeah, i’m fine,” you attempted to lie, but he was able to see right through you. he scanned your body, attempting to find the root of your pain, and within in mere seconds his gaze was fixed on the bulky bandages adorning your ankle. you hung your head, a little upset that he’d discovered your little secret so quickly. 

he was quiet, hooking his arm around your waist in an attempt to relieve the pressure on your swollen ankle, and led you to the nearest bench settled along the edge of the sidewalk. you merely stared at your lap, the fiddling of your fingers being far more interesting to you than his burning gaze as he observed you, his hand finding its resting place on your knee.

“how long did you think you could keep this from me?”

“i don’t know,” you truthfully admitted, “i knew you would find out sooner or later, but we were both so excited about our date and i didn’t want to ruin it, so i figured it was best not to say anything. besides, once i wrapped it, the pain went away for a while.”

he clicked his tongue at you, “what am i gonna do with you?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, eyes finally meeting with his, which held a bit of sadness to them. a pang of guilt washed over you, and while you knew he wasn’t truly upset with you, it was still difficult to know you let him down in some way. you parted your lips to speak, voice soft as you added, “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you.”

“if i had known you were hurting i would have been more than okay with going home and ordering takeout,” he mused, lips finding their way to your forehead. you leaned into his side, head resting gently on his shoulder, eyes gently closing. 

a smiled curled up the corners of your mouth, “you know, it’s not too late to still do that.”

“i thought you would never ask.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Dammee and shower sex ???

Nervous? Fraidy cat? Shy?

You could be one or a combination of the three.

He wants you. He told you this many times. Too many to keep count. And you want him too. You both just had an intense make-out session on his couch and the way he pulled you over his lap…the way his hands snaked up your waist…how he would shift his hips beneath you to hide his erection…how he took his time to kiss you…

“I need a shower.”

You blurted that out and climbed off of him. His fingertips tried to secure your waist but you where already walking up the stairs to his condo, finding his bathroom with ease. You cracked the door and stood at his luxe sink. Your eyes scanned the bathroom. Black marble: it’s beautiful, it’s elegant, it’s visually arresting. If you’re looking to add a little luxury, and a little drama, to your new bathroom, then black marble is the right choice. You look at your reflection and began to undress.

All you need is a nice hot shower —not too hot —and you’ll be ready for whatever happens next. He has a corner steam shower which is impressive, something you’d never seen before. Naked, braids in a bun, you climb in and close the glass door behind you. He has wall mounted body washes so you chose a coconut and vanilla scented one. You grab a folded African exfoliating sponge and lather it up. As you scrub your body, you can’t explain why the nervous feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away.

After rinsing your body, you hear the glass shower door slide open and when you look over your shoulder, Damion is standing there, a black cotton towel wrapped loosely around his tapered waistline. You can’t hide, you’re exposed for him to see. Damion drinks you in slowly. You wait for him to speak, heart hammering in your chest. This wasn’t what you were expecting. But you can’t deny that it’s what you want. If it had to be in the shower, so be it.

Damion removed his towel with one hand and your eyes fell like a moth to a flame directly on his dick. You couldn’t tell because of how thick and fluffy the towel was, but he is hard and leaking pre-cum. And you thought the veins in his arms were intimidating. It’s nothing compared to the veins engorged beneath the sepia flesh of his thick shaft. This man is big everywhere. The V-cut to thigh ratio had you bracing yourself against the shower wall. His skin was flawless; unblemished. The gold chain around his neck with a circular pendant sat between his pecs.

“Hi.” He said, stepping into the shower and sliding the door gently shut behind him.

“Hi.” You respond.

He crowds you, your back hitting the shower wall. You’re looking up at him through your lashes, and he’s looking down at you with no intention of letting you out of his sight.

“I figured I could use a shower too. You don’t mind, do you?”

His deep voice sent shivers up your spine despite the heat of the filtered water.

“N–no.”

Your eyes drop to his chest. Beads of water covered his skin like splattered paint on a canvas. It was beautiful.

“Love,” Damion tilted your chin, “I’m tired of waiting.”

Your eyelids flutter and your lips part.

“…Can I have you?”

He planted his hands on the wall on either side of your head. Dipping his head lower, he started kissing your neck. Your head falls to the side to give him better access.

“Is that a yes?”

You nod your head.

“Words, baby girl.”

“Yes.”

Damion crashed his lips onto yours and as you kissed his hands explores. He’s squeezing your breasts, cuffing your ass, and fingering your pussy. Impatient, Damion brings one of your legs up, gets down on his knees, and starts eating your pussy. You brace yourself on a railing in the shower, afraid you’d fall from this awkward position. Damion had you and you were able to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. Water fell over his body and it didn’t stop him from devouring you. He forced your thigh back and it smacked into the shower wall.

“Dame!” You moaned his name.

Your braids had fallen out of its bun at this point. You were about to climax in his mouth. With one final cry, you release into his mouth and he hums with approval.

“Good girl that’s what I like,” Damion is back on his feet now, “You know what else I like?”

“What’s that?”

You’re trying to catch your breath and him sucking on your nipples back and forth wasn’t helping. He finally stopped to look at you. You break eye contact to stare at his dick that keeps poking you in the thigh from it bouncing.

“I can’t help it,” Damion smiles at you.

You wrap your hands around his girth and Damion groans. He groaned like he’d waited his entire life for you to do that. Without a word, you’re on your knees, kissing his tip while stroking his shaft. It’s not like you hadn’t sucked dick before, you just hadn’t done it in a long time.

“Show me how you suck dick, baby,” Damion commanded.

One hand stroking, the other full of nuts, you suck him off and make sure it’s sloppy. Damion’s hands are on the wall and he’s looking down at you. He’s coaching you, talking nasty about how pretty you look with a big dick in your mouth. He says he likes the sounds your throat makes when you try to fit it all in. He says your hand is soft cradling his balls. He couldn’t wait to cum in your mouth.

“Fuuuck, baby,” Damion has one hand in your braids, gripping it tightly in his fist, “Damn.”

First time in a while tasting cum and it was great.

“C’mere,” Damion brings you to your feet and tongues you down, “Now, I’m taking that pussy. I’ve been waiting for this shit.”

He picks you up and while staring you in the eyes he finds your opening and glides himself in with his hips. You open up for him, sure, but it wasn’t easy. Damion can feel your legs tightening so he hooked his arms under your knees firmly and locked you in place. There is a ledge on the shower wall that Damion placed you on and before your ass could touch the ledge he was pumping his hips to feed your pussy hard dick.

“Unh! Dame! Wait! Wait,” you push at his chest, “Oh my god—”

You can’t believe how wet you are. You can’t believe how BIG he is.

“Keep that pussy open,” Damion said.

He had enough of you moving. He picks you up and worked his dick in and out of you with nowhere to run. The collision of your skin-to-skin contact bounced off of the walls. Damion fucked you like he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. Like he lost sleep over the thought of fucking you. All of his wants and needs were being fed. And he was a glutton.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter 16

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: It's Presley's turn to struggle, y'all. Angst, swearing, mentions of suicide, anxiety/trauma, marijuana usage

This is kind of a short chapter, sorry. The angst isn't quite over yet. Remember when you hate me that y'all asked for it lmao

Presley

Of all the weird ways I’ve fallen asleep, I’ve never done it like this.

Colson is still inside of me when we both drift off. I haven’t been sleeping and I know he hasn’t been either. Now that we both finally feel safe, our bodies are shutting down.

We nap on the floor for no more than twenty minutes before we stir and pull our exhausted bodies off the floor. We trudge up the stairs and after a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, we both collapse into our bed, instantly gravitating towards one another. In seconds, we’re both asleep.

When I wake up again, it’s dark out and I’m disoriented. For a second, panic seizes my chest, but then I realize where I am. Colson is here in my arms, alive and breathing and okay. Megan is somewhere hopefully feeling like the miserable cunt she is while I lie here with my husband. She couldn’t win. I smile a little to myself. 

Colson stirs and I gently stroke his hair. “Hi baby,” I murmur after a few moments of letting him wake up. 

“Hi,” he croaks, sliding a hand down my waist. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I admit, and I feel Colson smile against my shoulder. 

“Missed you,” he says, voice gruff with sleep. 

“Missed you, too,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. It’s greasy, but mine is, too. We both need some serious self-care. 

“Are you okay, baby?” Colson asks.

It’s such a loaded question that I almost want to laugh. Am I okay in general knowing my husband was on the verge of suicide? No. But am I okay right now, in this moment, in his arms, safe and alive in our bed? “Yes,” I say, because I am. We don’t need to figure everything out now. “You?”

“Yeah,” Colson sighs. “I’m okay.” He’s quiet for a moment. “You really went to her house, huh?”

I snicker softly. “I sure did. No one fucks with my man,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “I would’ve never let you do that–”

“Thus the reason I didn’t ask,” I say simply, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Fair,” he sighs. “Pres…”

“Hm?”

“I love you. So fucking much,” he murmurs, pulling me on top of him. “I’ll never leave you, baby. I’m sorry that I…that I was going to try.”

I blink against the threat of tears, but I don’t want to cry anymore. I’ve done enough of that. “I’ll never leave again,” I promise him. “I’m here to stay. If you still want me.”

“Presley,” Colson scoffs. “Of course I still want you. And if I’m a dick in the future–when I’m a dick in the future – I want you to leave and take time and space for yourself. What you did was not what caused me to make that decision. It was her. Okay?”

I’m quiet for a second. “Okay,” I say, hoping it’s convincing. Colson doesn’t push it and I’m grateful. Colson starts to pull away and I whimper, grabbing onto him. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower. I smell like hospital,” he says. “Come with me?” His fingers find mine and squeeze and I instantly feel better. 

Colson leads the way into the bathroom and starts the shower. I pop two towels into the warmer and take a second to admire my husband as he leans over to feel the water. I scan over every tattoo, every ripple of muscle in his body. I don’t think I’ll be able to let him go anywhere for a while. I need him in my line of sight constantly. 

He looks at me over his shoulder and smiles tiredly. Standing up straight, he reaches for my hand and I take it, allowing him to help me into the shower. As we wash ourselves, I hope Colson takes my silence as exhaustion. In fact, we’re both silent until we’re done in the shower, and after drying off, we crawl back into bed. Colson wraps around me from behind and falls asleep almost instantly. 

I lie awake listening to his breathing, my eyes wide open. I think the shock is starting to wear off. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that if I hadn’t left, Colson wouldn’t have wanted to kill himself. And if Cash hadn’t shown up, he would’ve gone through with it. And no matter what anyone says, it would’ve been my fault. If I had been home, I could’ve prevented it. But no. I left my husband when he was at his lowest and ignored all his calls and messages. 

But now, I have to push it down. I can’t let Colson see how broken I am because he needs me right now. He needs me to help him heal. The very last thing he needs is for his wife to make this about herself. We’re supposed to be happy now. Everything worked out just fine. But I just don’t think it’s that easy for me.

Colson and I hole up in our house for a few days before our friends finally demand to see us. They never really got to talk to Colson after what happened and I know they all miss him. 

Colson and I are getting ready to go out to dinner. We haven’t been out since Megan made her allegations; Colson was too nervous to go out in public, which I understood. But now that the world seems to be on the right side, he feels ready. 

I, on the other hand, do not feel ready.

But I remind myself for the thousandth time that this is not about me. It’s about my husband.

So I put on a dress. I do my hair. I do my makeup. I put on heels. I paint on a smile so everyone thinks I’m fine. Eventually, I will be. I’ll get through this and eventually I’ll be so used to acting like I’m okay that I’ll actually convince myself.

Colson comes into the bathroom whistling and I jump a little. I glance at him and let out a silent breath when he doesn’t notice my jumpiness. I finish curling my hair while he goes to the bathroom, and when he’s done, he comes over and looks me over, head to toe. We haven’t had sex since the day he got home. I know he wants to, but I’ve come up with excuses. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck my husband. Of course I do. I just don’t trust my emotions not to spill over. 

“You look gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “You ready?”

“Ready!” I say, smiling sweetly at him. He smiles too, then tips my face toward his so he can kiss me. The kiss makes my knees feel a little weak. He pulls back and takes my hand, and we head out to meet our friends.

We’re going to one of our favorite restaurants. Their food is incredible and I should be excited, but I don’t have much of an appetite. Hopefully I’ll be able to force myself to eat. Colson parks his car and pulls out a joint, which instantly makes me feel relieved. I’ll just smoke and then I’ll be hungry. Perfect. I smoke maybe a little too much, but it’s a good excuse for why I’ll be so quiet tonight. 

Colson holds my hand as we walk from his parking spot to the restaurant, and the paparazzi are out in full swing. “MGK! MGK! How does it feel for everyone to see the real Megan Fox?” one of them asks, snapping pictures of us. I keep my head down.

Colson lets go of my hand and I panic for a moment, but then his arm is around my waist protectively. “I’m just glad everyone knows the truth. Have a good night,” Colson says, nodding at the cameras, and ushers me inside quickly.

My heart is pounding once we’re inside and Colson rubs my back. “You okay, baby? Sorry about that.”

I nod, smoothing my dress. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while since that’s happened,” I say. 

“I know,” Colson says with a sympathetic nod. He keeps hand on my back as the hostess guides us to where some of the others are already waiting. 

I’m a total zombie during greetings. Everything feels like a blur as Colson hugs our friends. I accept their hugs, too, with a polite smile. Olivia’s brow furrows as she pulls back from our hug, keeping her hands on my waist. “You okay?”

“Smoked a little too much,” I lie with a little wince, and Liv grins. 

“Been there,” she says with a giggle, letting me go. 

The amount of food we order is astounding. When appetizers arrive, it seems like we’ve ordered one of everything. I take enough food to not seem weird and I eat in silence. Luckily, everyone is so eager to talk to Colson that they don’t notice. 

By the time main courses come out, I don’t even have an ounce of an appetite. Colson glances over halfway through the meal when he realizes I’m not eating and his brow furrows. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine. Ate way too many appetizers,” I say with a little chuckle.

Colson accepts this and grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek before turning back to his conversation with Rook. I sigh and look down at my plate. I can only handle so much more of this, but I know Col will want dessert and maybe even after dinner drinks. The thought of having to be here that long makes me nauseous. Suddenly, it feels like eyes are on me, and when I look up, I see that Cash has his eyes locked on me, his expression suspicious. He narrows his eyes and my heart races. I shake my head at him as if to say what? He gives me a look that says be fucking for real and I roll my eyes, looking away. 

Soon, my phone buzzes in my purse and I remove it, opening the text from Cash. What’s wrong?

I roll my eyes and type back a quick response. Nothing. 

Don’t lie to me. Cash’s response is almost instant. Another one soon follows. Did you forget your my twin?

Your grammar sucks, I reply, but Cash isn’t having it.

So does your acting. Talk to me or I’ll make a scene.

I know you will, I text back in irritation. I lift my eyes to meet his and he stares right back. I shake my head subtly and send back another text. I’m on my period and it’s making me moody. Happy? The lie comes easily and I look up at my brother expectantly, one brow lifted. 

Cash grimaces at me and texts me once more, Gross.

You asked, I remind him, then put my phone away. 

Cash drops the issue, thankfully. I manage to keep it together for the rest of the outing but I’m relieved when we finally say our goodbyes. We get in the car and Colson is energized and happy, but I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. 

Colson chuckles. “You really did smoke too much earlier, huh?” he asks.

I chuckle half-heartedly and nod. “Yeah. I’m exhausted.” I close my eyes and lean my head on the window. Colson’s hand rests on my knee and my eyes sting with tears but I keep them closed. I cover his hand with my own and breathe. 

Colson doesn’t push me when we get home, but he decides to stay up. He tucks me into bed and gives me a kiss. “Hey. Rook’s going to come over and play some video games. Is that cool?”

“Of course!” I say, relieved. Rook will be a good distraction. Colson won’t come check on me, which is good, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold in my tears. 

Colson kisses me once more. “Text me if you need anything. I love you,” he says.

“Love you, too,” I tell him. He smiles at me and leaves the room.

And now that I’m finally alone, I fall apart.

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[messedupfan]

The Multiverse

Summary: A mission to travel through the Multiverse.

A/N: I hope y'all are enjoying this series! Let me know your thoughts!

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Stepping off of the plate you look to Vision and ask him if the two of you landed close. You are standing in front of what looks to be an abandoned building. Why would a Nexus Being live here? The advanced synthezoid scans the area and nods to confirm. 

“They’re hiding inside of there,” he points to the old and seemingly rundown building. The two of you take cautious steps toward the structure but don’t make it close enough before falling into the ground. You are startled as you ride a slide to an unknown location, not sure if what you’ll find when you land will be pleasant or not. Luckily, you land on a mountain of soft cushions. 

“It works!” A young kid cheers from the otherside of the room. You stand up and look at him with confusion. There was no way that he was the Nexus that the two of you were sent here to grab. “No one ever comes this far! I’ve never been able to test it myself, since it recognizes me. But wow! I cannot believe it works!” 

You look to Vision to confirm that this was the person that the two of you were sent to find but he is preoccupied with something else. “Reality warping,” he says in a low volume. “It feels so familiar,” he takes several steps towards the little boy. 

“Excuse me,” the boy says. Seemingly frightened by the robot standing so close to him. 

“Franklin Richards, stop the cartoons,” your partner demands. “Show us the real you.” 

The boy pretends to not know what he is talking about but Vision is in no mood to play such games. Without physically touching him, Vision lifts the little boy in the air by his throat with a force so strong it disrupts his reality warping abilities. The space that was empty was then filled with steaming lava, then it was turned into an empty amusement park, and finally a high tech laboratory. The boy was now the man that the two of you were sent for. Vision drops him to the ground, coughing and weak. 

This still couldn’t be the one, but it was. What had happened to him? Why couldn’t he have fought off Vision's abilities. You kneel down and conjure a healing glass of water for the man. He refuses, “That only makes it worse now.” 

“What do you mean?” You ask curiously. 

“I didn’t abide by the limitations of my abilities,” he coughs. “I played with fate too much and now I’m banished here, all alone, sick, and any attempt to heal myself… it won’t kill me but it will make the suffering worse.” At his explanation you disenchant the water and offer it to him again. He accepts the glass. You look up at Vision who was already setting the next location. Franklin was going to be no use to the cause. You wish that there was something that you could do to help the poor man but he doesn’t look like he wants any. 

“Sorry for bothering you,” you say as you stand up. 

Moving onto the next universe, you and Vision land in the alley and walk onto a busy sidewalk. Everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere and they rudely bump into you and the synthezoid as the two of you figure out where you’re supposed to go. 

“Couldn’t you have programmed these things to be exact on the location?” You grumble after the fifth person has shoved you aside. “Jean and Raven landed in my backyard, why couldn’t we have been that close?” 

Vision looks at the device with concern because the two of you should have landed close by the home of the Nexus that the two of you are searching for. Not in a busy street in front of businesses and apartment buildings. Using his x-ray vision, Vision scans you then he scans the buildings searching for similar energy. 

When he finds it, he is astonished to find that the Nexus can't be more than a few months old. Which meant the adult Nexus that the two of you were searching for had perished. There was no telling how or when. Other than to infer that they were lucky enough to have sent their powers to their successor.“We have to move on,” Vision says as he puts the settings in. “She could be here, we must go before she senses us.”

You hop onto the platform without questioning him and the two of you are sent to the next location. This time, you land in a backyard. One that mirrors the one you have. Exactly. If you looked at your backyard through a mirror and stepped in, this is what it would look like. You were starting to feel dizzy. You would collapse if it weren't for the tall boy that walked out of the back door of the house. 

“Can I help you?” He is irritated. “Look, if you think you can lock up my mother after she tried to warn you, you have another thing coming!” He does a couple hand motions that conjure up magic shields. 

“Refresh our memory, what did your mother warn us about?” You calmly say with your hands up in surrender. 

The boy shakes his head, “I know what you're trying to do! You're trying to make me hear how crazy she sounds. But I won't! Okay? I'm not you!” The way he practically spits at you tells you that the two of you have a history in this universe. “I won't give up on her like you did!” He motions to blast you with his magic. 

“Woah, woah, hold on!” You shout. “I believe you! I believe her!” Your pleas don't stop the boy but you're able to dodge the deadly energy he sends your way. 

Vision is annoyed by the boys’ dramatics. “Are you William—”

“Don't pretend like you don't know who I am!” The boy shouts before Vision could finish his name. This time he aims his powers towards Vision. The synthezoid isn't happy to be blocking the hit and he looks at you with a glare. 

Not sure what he expects you to do, so you look back at the boy and clear your throat as you stand taller. “We aren't who you think we are. And we're here to discuss the multiverse with you. Please, hear us out. We need your help.”

The crazed look in the boy's eyes tells you that there might not be anything to convince him that you're telling the truth. “No,” he whispers bitterly. “No! You think I'm going to let you in? You think you're going to convince me to trust you? No! I won't put my mother in danger like that! Now go! Get out of here and stay away! We don't need you! The day you left was the best day of our lives!” He looks at you with daggers of hatred in his eyes. “Why couldn't you have just stayed gone?” 

You step forward to say something but Vision stops you. “Another lost cause,” he says, “We better get going.”

“No, I think I can—”

“It's no use, Y/n. Even if you convince him to come with us, he's not going to want to fight against the Scarlet Witch,” Vision elaborates. 

“How are you so sure?” you challenge. 

“Billy, who's there?” A new voice, that sends shivers down your spine, calls the boy from the house. The answer to your confusion stands on the back porch of the house. 

“It’s nobody, mom. Go back inside please,” the boy — Billy — keeps a guarded stance towards you as he speaks softly to his mother. Wanda. 

“That's them!” Wanda says as she races down to you and Vision. She is much older than the Wanda you’re married to and she is very thin. An unhealthy amount, as if she hardly ate if at all. But the resemblance is still uncanny. You looked to the boy to see that he wasn’t doing well for himself either. You begin to wonder if this is what the people just look like in this universe or if these two need a lot more help than just each other. You felt bad for the two of them as you realize the house was a lot more rundown than you initially thought. The longer you paide attention the more things began to deteriorate. You wanted to help them get out of here, it looked like they really needed it. 

“Mom, no! It's a trap!” Billy tries to catch her but she shoos him away. He shakes his head and prepares to hit either of you with a powerful blast if he needs to. 

“You came for my boy, yes?” She asks in a thick Sokovian accent. She must not have felt the need to lose the accent in this universe which you’re happy about for her. You missed her accent, and though there is a hint of it here and there with your Wanda, it’s not nearly as strong. And she would mention to you about feeling a loss of her former identity, of where she came from. But she never made much of an effort to find it again because it didn’t feel right to the person she has grown to be. “He’s like you. He is powerful. You need him, yes?” She directs her questions to you. 

“Yes, we could use someone like him on our side,” you confirm. 

“My apologies to your team. I need him more than you do. But you will defeat her without him. I know this,” she says and she puts her hands on your face. “You will be the one to stop her because you have to stop her,” Wanda tells you and you nod. An eerie feeling makes your skin crawl at her words but you try not to let the effect last. To please her, you promise that you will stop the Scarlet Witch and she steps away. Vision sets the machine to go to move on and you join him on the platform getting one last look at the family you haven't had the chance to create yet. You hope that when you do, you'll appreciate it more than this version of you apparently has.

Landing in front of a building of the fourth and final Nexus on your list, you start to feel the effects of the trip. “Hold on,” you stumble away from Vision to vomit in the bushes in front of you. “Strange,” you move your tongue around in your mouth. “I don’t taste a thing.” You look to the synthezoid who is preoccupied with looking over his notes. “I know this is a different universe but, no taste? I had no idea that could be taken from us. Well, from me, I have no idea if you even have taste since your uh… a robot.” 

When you turn to look at Vision, you are met with his unimpressed glare and you straighten up with an apologetic grimace. “You weren’t created here so that's a strange thing for you. But to anyone from here, flavor is weird,” Vision explains. “Are you okay to go inside now? Or would you rather lose to the witch because you couldn’t get over that you lost the ability to taste your own vomit?” 

“Sorry, yeah, uh, lets go.” You gesture for him to lead the way. He slaps your chest with a piece of paper that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere grumbling to you that you have to stick to this script from now on. Not in the mood to put up much of a fight about it, you read it over as the two of you walk inside of the building. Before getting to your destination, the two of you are instantly stopped by the receptionist. 

“We have an appointment with Ms. Romanova,” Vision informs the woman at the front desk as he manipulates the computer to add your names to the system. “We’re under Vision and Y/n Y/l/n.” 

The woman narrows her eyes at the both of you before she types something into the computer to confirm. “She’s in an important meeting. It’s going to be a while. The two of you can wait in her office on the top floor.”

The two of you take a seat before the desk as you wait for the Nexus to come through. Which surprisingly isn't a long wait at all. Natalia Romanova struts through the door in a dark pantsuit and short blonde hair. The Natasha Romanoff you knew had long fiery red hair and if she wasn’t in her uniform, she was in active wear. Unless she was on a mission where she had to dress up to catch the eye of her target. And she had dropped the original version of her name a long time ago. “What did I say about messing with my system? I don’t care how important–” She tosses a tablet onto her desk and narrows her eyes. “I take that back. I don't believe I've ever told the two of you anything.” She stands at the front of the desk and leans against the edge of the glass with her arms crossed. “Who are you really? And what do you want?”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and I'm here to ask if you have been having any nightmares,” you go by the script that Vision curated.  

Natalia's eyebrows move as she purses her lips. “I run the most successful business in this city. Of course I have nightmares. What's it to you?”

You look at Vision before you clear your throat and conjure an image of the Scarlet Witch, “Does this woman ever appear in them?”

She barely looks at the magical holograph before she shakes her head with a smirk. “Come on, what is this? Did Hill order the two of you as some sort of magic act to distract me? I mean, I know how much she cares about my birthday but this is a little much.” 

“Please Ms. Romanova, it will help us to explain our presence if you answer our question. Has this woman appeared in your nightmares before?” Vision cuts in with a serious tone that makes Natalia lose the humor from her features. She sighs and shakes her head.

“No, I don’t dream about my friend in a weird costume,” she answers with an annoyed expression. “Stop with the slow introduction and cut to the chase already. Why do you look similar to my friends but it’s clear that you’re not them? Why do you care if I have strange dreams? Why are you people here?” 

“You’re right, let’s,” you ignore Vision’s glare as you sit up to go off script. “We came here from different universes. We are trying to put together a team to save every universe from a threat and we could use someone with your abilities,” you explain. 

“No can do,” she says as she pushes off of the desk and walks around the piece of furniture. “For one, I don’t believe any of that. And two,” she holds up a pistol that she had stashed in her desk, “you have five seconds to leave here alive.” The small weapon makes you and Vision laugh and you turn it into a water gun with a wink. “Cute,” she says and the bright green toy glows in her hand before she shoots your arm. The acid seeps through your sleeve and burns your skin, you don’t let it show to save face. “Now go, before I give you a hell of an audition for your team,” she says sarcastically. 

“Now hold on,” Vision starts as you continue to pretend that the acid isn’t hurting at all but you want to scream. You haven’t felt pain like this in years. “We can prove it to you–”

“Oh,” she begins chuckling cynically. “It’s not a matter of believing you,” she smirks as her clothing starts to burn away being replaced by a deep red material. “It’s about stopping you.” When her clothing is transformed into an outfit you’ve only ever seen in your dreams before you stop breathing. Her smile stretches further like a cheshire cat and her eyes glow red. Her short blonde hair grows out red and her face morphs into Wanda’s – no, the Scarlet Witch. A dark red crown materializes and frames her face. You begin to feel conflicted. Not certain whether to run or to try to reason with her or try to fight her. Right here. Right now. 

“What have I told you two – What is happening?” The real Natalia stops at the entrance of the office. You jump from your seat as the Scarlet Witch fires a ball of energy in her direction and block it with an energy shield of your own. You turn to Vision who is floating in the air firing a beam from the stone in his forehead. 

“Get her out of here!” he shouts as he swerves from a blast. You nod once as you grab Natalia and teleport her out of the building. 

“We need your help fighting that woman in your office. Your best chance is to come with us,” you rush out as soon as you land in a safe space a few blocks away. 

“Are you crazy? Leave!? I have to get back there! You have to help me fight her here!” Natalia pushes your hands off of her. 

“No! You’re not listening! We can’t defeat her on our own! We came here to ask for your help, we have a plan.” You demand that she listens to you but she won’t. 

Vision bursts out of the top of the building in the distance, as does the Scarlet Witch. She lifts two nearby buildings from the ground intending to sandwich Vision between them but you open a portal to save him. He flies through it and falls in front of you. “We have our work cut out for us,” he says. “Ms. Romanova, we need to get you out of here now.” 

“No,” she snaps, “I’m not running away this time. I’m staying and I’m fighting. Besides, if I fail, I’ll just wake up.” She rips her business suit off, revealing her sleek suit of armor. 

“Ms. Romanov, I’m afraid this isn’t a dream. If you lose to her, it won't be the end of just you. That will be the end of everyone and everything,” Vision explains urgently. 

“It’s a good thing I’m not alone then, right?” She looks between you and Vision but neither of you are certain you can stay to fight. Maybe the three of you had a chance to get rid of her now. Maybe there was a team here that could show up and help with the fight. However, the option to stay seemed to be too much of a risk and you want to grab the woman and take her with you regardless of her protests. Before you can make a decision, one of those buildings land right on top of Natalia. You and Vision decide to save the fight for another day and jump to three different universes before heading back to the one they had set up base. 

By the time the two of you find the universe on the map, the numbers and zone are in red. You sigh as you excuse yourself to your room. You stare at the ceiling as you process the last trip. Process being face to face with her. You were starting to doubt your involvement in this mission. Maybe you should go back and hope they can take it from here. You couldn't even hit her with anything. You reacted too slowly. Your head wasn't in the game. Not with her looking exactly like the woman you love. 

Not only was it bad that you didn't put up much of a fight against her. Now she knows too much information about the plan. That could cut the time to prepare dramatically. She could be here within days when they were hoping for at least a couple months to get ready. If you were to leave after having failed at bringing anyone else to the team, what kind of person would that make you? Besides, if she won here it was only a matter of time that she'd find you right after. 

No, that's not how you were going to go out. If you were going to lose this battle, it was going to be with your team. 

Once you were done with your pity party, you got out of the dorm room and headed back to the war room. On the way there you spotted an annoyed redhead and a man that seemed to be bothering her with many people carrying bags as they walked out the entrance. You step closer to see what was happening. 

“I’m just reminding you, that you have options, honey. I'm not going to stay, if what Raven said was true I think you guys have it handled. But once it's over, call me. You're too pretty to die alone,” Scott says and he caresses Jean's cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Huh, I take it that we weren't friends in this universe either,” you say as you stand close to Jean. Scott's mouth quivers and his eyebrows raise as he stumbles on his words. Shocked to see your face once again. “It's okay, I'm not back from the dead,” you put your arm around Jean and dip your fingers in the front pocket of your pants. “Or am I?” You lean forward, “Boo!” Scott stumbles back and says one more goodbye to Jean before running out of the building. 

The two of you share a laugh. “I still don't believe that I chose him over you in your universe,” Jean says. 

You shrug, “I couldn't believe it for years either.” There's a quiet moment between the two of you when you stop laughing and gaze into each other's eyes. She was brought back to the last night that she had with Y/n. The two of them had just worked through an argument and Y/n caught her as she was going to pass them. Jean was laughing as she was in their arms. Their face was about as close to hers as yours is right now. Y/n told her that they loved her and that they couldn't believe how lucky they were to have a life with her. Lost in that memory, Jean starts to lean in but you step back and remove your arm from her shoulders. “Come on, Vision and I had quite an experience on our trip and we have a lot to catch everyone up on,” you say, pretending that you didn't notice her trying to kiss you. “Were you and Simon able to recruit anyone?” Jean shakes her head, both to tell you no and to break herself out of her head. 

Walking into the meeting room you are met with a very happy Wanda. She tries to greet you with a quick kiss on the lips but you turn and her lips land on your cheek. She doesn't allow the move to phase her as she lets you know that she and Carol had a lot of fun on their mission. “And we got a guy,” she says. “Thor was very willing to come with us!” 

“Oh, that's great! Where is he?” You say as you look around the room. 

“Carol is showing him to his room,” she shrugs. 

“Maximoff!” Raven storms through the room. “You left Hank behind?” 

Wanda pretends to take a second to think, “I don't know who that is.” Carol walks into the room with the God of Thunder towering behind her. “Danvers, do you know about this Hank business?” She air quotes his name and Carol makes a confused expression. 

“No, that name doesn't ring a bell. Was he on the list?” She says just as confused with a godly man towering behind her.

“He was your chaperone!” Raven snaps. 

“Well we didn't need one of those, so we didn't have one,” Carol retorts. Raven rolls her eyes and grabs Carol by the wrist. 

“You’re coming with me to pick him up,” Raven pulls the other woman out of the room angrily. 

You shake your head at Wanda and ask how long the poor scientist lasted. “Second location, he kept going on and on about this and that. We couldn't hear it anymore, honestly, I think we did everyone here a favor.” You force a laugh as you avoid eye contact with your wife and comment on how adorable she is when she's happy. Wanda's grin wavers as she begins to worry.

“But seriously, no more pranks. We barely had time for them before but now we're really going to have to buckle down,” you tell her. “Every second counts now.”

Your tone brings Wanda's mood down even further, “What are you talking about?”

“We,” you look over at your mission partner and notice that he is tinkering with his arm and sigh, “I think we might be in way over our heads. ”

The Training

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Gurl Wonder’s First Appearance

1966 universe

GW Appears

She stood behind the door peering inside watching Alfred pace in Bruce’s study. She knew something was wrong. That red phone had started to beep, he pulled away from her studies and closed the door.

Bruce and Dick had been gone for two days and she couldn’t feel her twin mentally. She knew something bad had happened.

Whatever was going on, it was because of that red phone.

She started to pull away when she saw Alfred pull down that head of Shakespeare on Bruce’s desk. Her eyes widened as the wall opened and two poles went down somewhere.

“Sarah Grayson!”

She startled looking back to see Aunt Harriet glaring at her. “W-What?”

“Spying on Alfred? That is not lady like.” The older woman chastised as she held her hand out for her to take, “Come along, you need to finish your homework. Alfred will be back to help with your English paper.”

She pulls the door shut quietly before smiling as best she can, “Sorry, I got curious! I didn’t know he had a brother in Gotham. I wanted to know more.”

“Well, I never heard such a crazy thing. All of Alfred’s family is in England.”

Sarah walks back into the den and sits down on the couch looking back over her shoulder then back at her Aunt. “Can’t I take a break? I’ll go fold clothes or something?”

“No. I refuse to have you acting like your brother. He’s always getting out of things. That boy..” Her aunt shook her head again joining her on the couch, then pulled out her knitting. “Now go. Work on that paper and no more excuses.”

“Aw alright… can I at least turn on music? Bruce was telling me classical music helps with concentration.”

Aunt Harriet raised an eyebrow at her niece before sighing, “Go on then. The records are over by the piano.”

She smiled and hurried over shifting through the records before find Chopin. She put it on the player and pulled the needle down. Seconds later the sounds of Chopin were playing in the living room. She sits back down and starts to work on her paper.

*~*

She looks up hearing a slight snore and smirks.

Her Aunt was fast asleep, knitting needles still in hand. She remembered a week or so ago that while Aunt Harriet fussed at her brother for not being able to play Chopin properly, when he did, she was always nodding off.

She couldn’t believe it worked.

She quietly got to her feet and went back to Bruce’s office. She opened the door cautiously then steps in closing it behind her.

She didn’t have long. If her Aunt woke up, she’d be in more trouble.

Her eyes scanned the office before finding that head of Shakespeare. Walking over to it, she tried to copy what Alfred had done. At first she thought she’d broken it but then the head lifted the same as before.

“Bat Poles and Elevator?”

She turned the pole switch and turned as the wall opened up again. She walked over it and looks up to the one that had her twins name on it. “Okay, Dick, what ever is going on – I’m coming!”

She hops on it and slides down the pole not knowing where it was ending.

*~*

Darkness took over her vision and she was starting to regret going down the pole. Something wrapped around her body as she went down, she saw light finally and landed on something squishy. She stumbled having to hold on as she looked down at herself.

Green gloves… red and green leotard…

Her head turned to look behind her.

A gold cape?

Her hands went up to her face and felt a mask. She looked down at her feet… green pixi boots?!

“Dick, what the heck…” She trailed off as the area lit up and the bat signal appeared. “Woah..the batcave?” She stepped off the soft landing pad and down the stairs. “Bruce is Batman… that means Dick is Robin?” She sees a mirror and walks over to it – sure enough there was a gold and black R on her chest.

She lifts her gaze from the mirror at hearing a beeping noise. She looks around the large cave trying to figure out where it was coming from. This one was different from the red phone beep.

Stepping around several computers and equipment she saw a large rectangular computer that had a map on it with a sonar pulsing. The beep was in the shape of a bat.

Was that where Bruce and Dick were?

“…that’s the warehouse district.”

Wait, Alfred came down. Surely he was around somewhere. “Alfred?!” She calls hopefully, her voice echoing but she receives no response. “Ok Sarah Grayson.. it’s up to us. The Batmobile is missing – Bru- I mean Batman and Robin probably took that. I don’t know what Alfred took. There has to be something else for me to take.”

She starts to search around the cave opening cabinets and closets. 15 minutes later she found a pair of rollerskates and pulled them out. “….yeah right. I’m not getting to Gotham wearing skates.” She groaned frustrated dropping the pair of skates on the desk as she slumped into the nearby chair.

As she does a spark flies and it lights up one of the pieces of paper. She startles jumping to her feet and pulls the paper off the desk, throwing the skates to the ground. “W-What the heck kind of skates are these?!”

After putting the fire out she kneels down checking them over again. “….r-rocket powered roller skates… Bruce are you serious!? No not him.. this sounds like my brother. Well.” She takes a deep breath then starts to pull them on carefully latching them on her feet. “If he can wear these, so can I.”

She stands unsteadily before skating around not so gracefully at first hitting the computers. She hits the wall over by the closet she had found them in and knocks a helmet and other gear out of it.

Her eyes lit up, “Well.. safety first.”

Sarah stands up right and looks at herself in the mirror tightening the helmet on her head. She was missing something.. from what she’d seen in the papers Batman always had some kind of belt.

Robin had to have one as well.

She looks around again and sees a coat hanger, several belts were hanging off them. Her eyes lit up at seeing a smaller one – it had to be her twins. She pulls it around her waist and snaps it.

Now it was time to go.

She skated to the edge of the cave looking outside. The road was desolate but didn’t look too rough. She looked down at her skates before lifting one foot, she strikes it against the back of the other and feels the heat of the rockets lighting.

The speed caught her off guard but after she got her balance, this wasn’t too bad. “Hang on, I’m coming!”

*~*

Batman looked up hearing a groggy moan and he sighed in relief, “Robin? Are you awake?”

“…’m ‘ere…”

He watches as the young teen tugged against his restraints trying to look around. “Joker caught us, chum. From what I can tell, we’ve down here for two days.”

“What hit me… feels like I got run over by a truck.”

“That was the Joker’s drug. Give it time, that heavy feeling will go away. What we need to focus on is getting out of here. I put a homing call to the Batcave but no one answered.”

“Y-You don’t think he got ahold of Alfred to do you?” The boy wonder’s eyes widened fearfully, “A-And –“

“Don’t even think it. We’d hear of a kidnapping. Dick Grayson’s sister and aunt are fine.” Batman stated trying to calm his partner.

The lights above them turned on and an evil cackle was heard outside the door. “Gentlemen, I’m happy to see you’re still with us. I must say Boy Blunder, you had me worried.. I must have over done the joker drug.” The clown shrugged before laughing. “Oh well. I know you must be so lonely, so I found another person to join you. He was just snooping around, which is not a classy thing for a butler to be doing.” He clicked his tongue shaking his head. “Bad manners, you know.”

The other two watched as Alfred was pushed in, his hands tied behind his back.

“What I want to know is why Bruce Wayne’s butler is snooping out here to begin with.”

Alfred landed hard wincing before he stammered out an excuse, “There was a warehouse sale of vintage cloth from around the world. I was trying to find some to make my master a new suit, you ruffian.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Let him go. He hasn’t done anything.”

“Sorry Batman. It’s too late now. At least he’ll have a hefty ransom price. I’m sure I could get a couple of cool million for his life.”

The Caped Crusador watched as the door was slammed shut again. Alfred grunted as he pushed himself to a sitting position, “I’m sorry sir. I tried.” He whispered.

“That’s alright, we’ll get out of here somehow.”

*~*

Sarah looks up sharply from the map she’d bought at the drug store. Her brother must have been awake. She could feel his presence again.

“Hey wait a second, who even are you? Dressed up like Robin and all that. You be careful out there. The Joker is loose.”

“I’ll be ok, thanks.” She smiles before walking to the door and pulling her skates on again. Maybe once she got to the warehouse district, she could just follow her twin.

The clerk removes his hat and watches her leave, “…if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that was the boy wonder himself but as a girl. Even almost sounded like him."

*~*

The rocket power gave out right as she made it to the street that started the Warehouse district. She skated on her own a bit further down focusing on her brother’s presence.

It was quiet and desolate, even creepy and it wasn’t even night time yet. She glanced around at the tall buildings skating closer to a few of them not feeling him at all.

“Come on, Robin.. where are you.” She thought to herself trying not to give her position away. If Dick heard her, he and Bruce would send her away.

She wasn’t leaving until she found them and brought them back.

*~*

Robin lifts his head looking to the side, his eyes glazing over slightly, “…Sarah..?”

“Robin? What is it?” Batman asked worried. He was still getting used to the connection the two of them had. He had stopped trying to act like it didn’t exist and just tried to embrace it. He still couldn’t explain it but the way they reacted to each other; it wasn’t fake.

“….she’s nearby?”

“She was with Missus Cooper before I left, sir. I checked several times. She has no knowledge of any of this either.” Alfred reassured them both.

“I can feel her.” The teen started to pull at his restraints trying not to panic. They had to get out of here. If she was nearby, she could be hurt and caught by Joker and his goons.

*~*

Sarah stopped at the biggest building on the block. She could feel her twin’s presense loud and clear, he and Bruce had to be here. She kicked off her skates before feeling around her belt trying to figure out what she had.

She finds some pellets and a bat shaped boomerangs (one was attached to a rope), bat shaped handcuffs, a radio, smoke bombs… not the worse selection but not the best. She’d have to make do.

She sneaks around the side of the building but stops and hides behind some crates at hearing a few voices.

“At least we caught the bat and brat. I can take a cop any day, but that kid packs a punch.” One goon groaned rubbing his head. “I still have a headache from all of his yappin’.”

“Right? At least the bat is quiet except for his lecturin’ and all that.. that kid is like one of those small dogs, the ones you can kick if they get too loud?”

“Man, you aren’t kickin’ dogs are ya?”

“…I’ve thought it a couple of times. My brod has two – they don’t shut up.”

Sarah crawls on her knees in the dirt past them before picking up one of the smoke bombs. She presses the button then rolls one out where they are standing. She pulls the gold cape over her face and turns around away from it.

A few seconds later she hears a whooshing sound then a green smoke takes over the small entrance dropping visibility to almost nothing.

“What the heck!? It’s another one of those smoke bombs!”

Sarah got to her feet and hurried inside. She thought she’d made it inside when something grabbed her cape and yanked her back.

“I got someone! Alright, who are yo- Robin? We just caught you and Batman!”

She blinks realizing they didn’t see her hair. She swallowed nervously before grinning, “Holy Failure, guess you didn’t, did you?” She tries to tug away kicking the air as she’s lifted up. Her feet connect with his face and he drops her as he cries out.

She hits the floor running knocking crates over as she does to try and stop them.

“Boss!! The boy wonder got out, he’s free!! Look out!”

She skids on the dirt covered concrete floor as she comes up on two more goons. “Hi ya!” She attempted to hit one of them and it hurt her more than him.

She was in trouble.

What would her brother do?

Right before she was grabbed, she took a running leap kicking the guy in the stomach. He fell backwards in a heap, his partner coming next.

“I don’t know how you got out, but I’m going to put ya back! GET BACK HERE!”

“I’d rather not,” She quipped grinning. “But thanks anyway.” She drops a crate ontop of this one’s head and he falls to her feet unconscious. She nervously whispered an “I’m sorry.” Before hurrying down.

“They have to be down here somewhere…” She knew had gotten lucky with the last four and if she got ambushed again, she may not be as lucky the second go around.

*~*

The door to their cell slammed open as Joker stepped in looking around angrily, “Where is the brat Batman?”

“I’m right here.” Robin grins confused. “Miss me that bad?”

“You dolt. He’s right here.”

“Man, you don’t get it… he’s got a twin or something running around out there. I swear it was Robin the Boy Wonder. Looked and sounded just like him – hit me just as hard as well.”

Robin looked to Batman his eyes widening, the presence he felt earlier with his sister. He mouths, ‘Sarah’s here’.

“You’re seeing things.”

“Then who beat me up!?”

“The wall. You must have run into the wall!” Joker lifts his head at hearing footsteps and turns around his own eyes widening.

Coming down the hallway, on guard, was a teenager that had the same height, weight and build as the one in the jail cell.

“What the…. There are two of you?!” Joker cries out to the three in the jail cell.

Batman grins as his hand works on his bonds with his batknife, “I forgot to tell you, Joker.. I have a back up.” He feels them break away and he waits until the other has his back turned to him. He scoots back and cuts Robin’s bonds.

Robin’s wrists broke free and he jumped up pushing the Joker out the doorway and into the wall. “SURPRISE!”

“ACCCK! GET HIM! THEY ARE FREE!!”

Robin jumps back bouncing on his feet before he turns and hurries down the hallway to where he knew his sister was.

Batman had moved slower. Right as the Joker got his bearings back and turned around, he was right there. The clown shrunk slightly smiling, “Come on, can’t we talk about this? I-I mean unfair play a-and all that? Look, I’ll even free the old man- aCK.” His arm was wrenched behind him. “At least tell me who the other kid is!! What kind of magic trick is it?!”

“That’s my secret. Let’s go Joker.” He snaps the batcuffs on his wrists looking up as Alfred gets out. “Stay with me, sir. I’ll get you out and free soon.”

*~*

Sarah backs up as the next set of goons come for her. She hops up on one of the rafters with ease using her acrobatic knowledge.

She pulls out the bat boomerang thing and opens it. Maybe she could hit a few people with it.

“Come on boy blunder.. I saw ya out here. I just want to talk.” He rubs his hands together looking to either side as he walks the hallway.

“I can’t believe there are two of them. How many other people are workin’ with the bat do you think?”

“I’ve only ever seen Robin. This is freaking me out as it is.”

They both startled as the “boy wonder” drops from the ceiling, throwing the boomerang at them, hitting one of them on the head. He staggers back, his hands going to his head.

“I’ve got him!” The other jumps up and narrowly misses grabbing the cape. “He’s up there.”

“I’ve got this. Why play wackamole, when we can just go hunting.” The one who had gotten hit pulls out his gun and cocks it. “Come on, brat. Show yourself or I’ll shoot ya down.”

Behind him the real Robin was entering at the same hallway. “I’m right here, I don’t know who you’re talking to!”

The two of them twirled around gun out, “You were just above us!”

“Was I? Are you sure about that?” He bounced around dodging the shots with ease until he flipped over and kicked one of them into the wall. “You must be tired, seeing double.”

To his surprise Sarah dropped from the ceiling dressed as him. He blinks a few times trying to hide the shock hoping she would play with it.

“THERE! LOOK! A second one!”

He ducked out of sight as she landed in front of them.

“…a second? I only saw one.” Sarah said acting innocently as she shrugs. “You’re a really bad shot.”

She watched her brother as he got behind them and kicked their legs out from underneath them knocking both to the ground.

“Alright!! You did it!” She claps her hands happily running over.

“Help me tie them up.” He threw her some rope before smiling. “You look good like that.”

“Thanks!” She ties one of the thugs hands behind his back then picks up a piece of dirty cloth gagging him. “Now no yelling… and yes.. there are two of us.”

Robin does the same to his thug before the twins stand up together grinning down at them at the same time. The thugs tried to scream in terror as they were left behind.

“Now where?” She asked keeping up with her brother.

“This way. Batman and Alfred were done here earlier – how did you get here anyway?”

“Those crazy roller skates.”

“Wait the rocket powered ones!? You got them to work!?” He stopped and turned to her. “Without burning the place down?”

“….uh. Kinda. I burned some papers on the desk in the cave but otherwise yes?” She stops looking around the hallway. “Did you make them up?”

He smiles proudly, “Sure did!” He takes her hand and pulls her down one way. “They should be down here.”

*~*

Batman looks back as he escorts Joker out to the main hallway, surprised to see two Robin’s coming down towards him. He had to focus to find his actual ward. “Thanks you two. We got them all.”

Joker startled eyes widening as both of them got closer, “It’s an illusion!! There are two of them!!”

“BOO!” Sarah leaned in making a face before pulling back.

Robin made another face at him before getting a look from Batman, “Aw come on, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Batman looks over to the “other Robin”, “Go wait by the Batmobile. We’ll be over there soon.”

“You got it!” Sarah saluted before stepping over the goons and hurrying down the other side of the building away from everyone right as the police show up.

“Batman, Batman! We’re so glad to see you – we’ve been looking everywhere.. when you called us, we got here as soon as we could.” Gordan sighed with relief before turning to his men. “Go on, take them to the cars.”

“Take me, please! Just get me out of here! The place is haunted!”

“Haunted?”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about…” Robin shrugged. “Do you Batman?”

“No, I can’t say that I do.”

“There were TWO Robins. TWO. I saw them!!”

“The Joker is just exhausted and probably huffed some of his knock out gas by accident. Take him to penatinury to get some rest and the haullincations will die down.” Batman turns to Alfred, “And you, sir. I can take you home or drop you off at the bus stop if you wish.”

“Alfred!? Bruce Wayne’s butler? Are we glad to see you. Missus Harriet Cooper called the station worried sick. You disappeared, Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne have been gone for 2 days and now Dick Grayson’s twin sister Sarah is missing as well.”

“Oh my. I-I must hurry to Missus Coopers side. Master Bruce and Dick were on a hunting trip but I need to find Mrs Sarah.”

“We’ll help you.” Batman nods to Gordan pulling Alfred down the side.

*~*

The Batmobile pulled into the Batcave and as it parked on the turn table Robin hopped out of his door before opening it to help his sister out. He finally pulls her mask off before hugging her, “You gave us both a shock! You were great though! Scared the goons and Joker! I’ve never seen him so freaked out!”

“Thanks, I-I hope it was ok that I came. I was really worried and after Alfred disappeared..”

Batman gets out of the car and walks over, “We may have gotten us into a bit of a mess with Aunt Harriet but thanks to you we got free. How did you find the Bat Cave anyway?”

“I kind of eavesdropped on Alfred. The red phone kept beeping – I guess it was Comminsor Gordan trying to get ahold of you – and I watched him open the head of Shakespeare…so I followed him.” She explained as she removed her cape and gloves. “I definitely didn’t expect to come down the poles looking like this.”

Batman smiles before pulling his own cowl off then his cape. “It takes some getting used to. I gather she held her own, Robin?”

“Sure did! I didn’t do much. We played a game with the thugs and convinced them they were seeing things.” Robin tugged his own cape off and mask.

“Does that mean I can help out again?” She asks hopefully.

“After we get you out of trouble with Aunt Harriet we’ll talk. You’ll need a different costume though… red isn’t exactly your color.”

She lifts her head as she looks to where he’s looking and sees her pink sweater all folded on the table and grins happily, “One more thing… I don’t want just a leotard. Can I have a skirt?”

“I don’t see why not.” Bruce walks over to the desk and picks up a piece of burnt paper, “What is this?”

“Sarah got those roller skates to work!! The rocket powered ones!” Dick exclaimed happily, he hugs her proudly.

“Sure did. Had to get to you guys somehow.”

Bruce sighs and shakes his head grinning, “Ok you both get changed. I’ll come up with some sort of excuse..”

*~*

“Alfred, she was right here! Then I fell asleep and she was gone! Where did you go off to anyway?”

“I-I.. u-uh..”

“Aunt Harriet!”

The older lady turned surprised to see Bruce, Dick and Sarah come in front outside. Sarah looked a little dirty and and limping a bit.

“My dear what happened?!”

Sarah leaned on her brother for support, “I went outside to see if I could find Bruce and Dick on the Wayne Hunting Grounds… I found them alright and a steep hill. I fell right down it.”

“She’ll be ok, just needs to soak her feet and wrap her ankle up for a day or so.” Bruce explained. “Dick, go help your sister get washed up.”

“Sure thing, Bruce. Take it easy and lean on me. Aunt Harriet will you get the first aid kit?”

“Oh, mercy me. What am I going to do now that there are you two of you?! Get her in on the couch and I’ll be in there shortly.” Their Aunt hurried up the stiars to get the medical supplies leaving them all alone.

The other four just smiled at each other before Sarah leaned on her brother’s arm and hops into the den.

Bruce followed, “Just play hurt for a day and it’ll be okay.”

[uvobreakmylegs]

Detour

I’m excited that it’s fall but i’m also sad that i won’t be able to swim anymore

Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, creepy behavior, groping, mentions of smut, kidnapping

The two guys at the gas station check out counter had been there when Phinks had first walked through the sliding glass doors, and they were still there when he approached the check out himself, having only dropped in to grab another pack of beer. The gas station clerk seemed annoyed while the two guys were pulling their pockets inside out, evidently in search of any spare change that may have been hiding on their persons. There was a sad pile of jenny and some change sitting in front of the clerk while she waited for them impatiently, and she seemed ready to push all of the money back towards them as it became more and more likely that these two didn't have enough cash for the assortment of alcohol and junk food that also sat on the counter.

Any other time Phinks would've been annoyed by the situation. But seeing as he didn't have anywhere to be, he found that he didn't really care all that much. The troupe likely wouldn't meet back up for some time which left his schedule quite open, and he had found it difficult to find something to occupy his time with while he waited for the boss to bring everyone together again.

Phinks had decided that a road trip was a decent way to pass the time. It was something he'd never really done before and so far it was easing his boredom as he had hoped it would. There was no real time limit he had set on himself or any destination that he had in mind. He'd just keep doing whatever he felt like until the novelty of the trip wore off and then go home.

“Would you like to take a few items off?”

The tired voice of the clerk cut through his thoughts, and Phinks found that there had been no progress with the two in front of him.

“No no, we need all of it,” one of the men, a redhead, insisted, “we just, uh....”

Trailing off, the man glanced over to Phinks, who was still waiting with his single pack of beer. Then the man looked over to his companion and then back to the items on the counter.

Phinks could already sense what the man was going to ask of him before he spoke out.

“Hey man,” the guy said to Phinks, “I know it sounds bad, but do you think you could spot me on this? I'm bringing this stuff back for my party. We ran out of some stuff way quicker than we expected. Can't let people down, y'know?”

The redhead started telling him how much more they needed until the clerk interrupted him to tell him off for harassing other customers for money. A mini argument started between the two, with the man insisting that he wasn't harassing anyone and the clerk disagreeing with him. The man's friend joined in shortly after and it was quickly turning into a mess.

What obnoxious fucking people.

If he was in more of a bad mood he'd have probably snapped the necks of all of them. The presence of cameras stopped him from doing that, however, as it would just be too much of a pain to go to the back and destroy the footage after. Still, even though he didn't have anywhere to be, it didn't mean that he wanted to waste his time listening to people bicker. The easiest way out of this was to just give them the jenny so they'd all shut up.

After pulling out his wallet, Phinks slid the jenny across the counter.

That shut the three of them up, and the two men were quick to express their gratitude while the clerk just looked tired.

“Thank you so, so much, man,” the redhead continued after they collected their bagged items.

“Mm-hm.”

Phinks was only half-paying attention to him as he waited for the clerk to scan the beer so he could hand her the jenny owed. That transaction went much quicker and Phinks was soon making his way to the exit.

The two men seemed to be waiting on him, though.

“Hey, since you helped us out, you wanna come to my party?” the redhead asked.

Normally his automatic response would've been to give him a flat “no”. But in this instance Phinks just shrugged.

That seemed to give the redhead hope, and he began listing the reasons why Phinks should follow them back, like his “cool house”, hot women and great beer.

Given the especially cheap brand of beer Phinks had largely paid for, he had a hard time believing that last point. He also wasn't quite sure why this guy was so insistent on getting him to come along. Was it really just because Phinks had bothered to help them out?

“Name's Stu by the way. Back there is Billy,” the redhead told him, sticking out his arm to shake hands. When Phinks didn't do the same, Stu seemed a bit dejected, yet even that didn't make him back down from inviting Phinks.

“So how 'bout it, man? You wanna come?”

“.... I'll think about it,” he told him.

“Okay, but do it fast man. My place isn't that far from here.”

Phinks nodded, and Stu ran off to the car where his friend was waiting. The other guy didn't seem as keen on Phinks as the redhead had, regarding the blonde with suspicion. Phinks could hear him saying something as the two entered the car. Stu seemed to brush him off, and then their car doors closed and Phinks couldn't hear anything else.

The two ended up pulling out of the parking lot before he did, and Phinks found himself following them as they all made the same turn onto the highway.

He still had no real urge to go to some random guy's party, especially when he found him to be pretty annoying. And if it was a party filled with the friends of someone like that, he'd probably get irritated with all of them pretty quick. Better to just ignore them and be on his way.

Although the thought of just driving aimlessly through the night wasn't all that attractive, either. He'd done that several times now, and the feeling of being the only person in the world while he drove on the empty highway had lost its touch by now.

The car in front of him veered off the highway to get onto a side road.

After a few seconds, Phinks did the same, just thinking to himself 'why not?'. It would be something different, a little detour on a trip that was meant to be a distraction, and if it ended up being something that he didn't want to bother with, then he could just leave.

Although the noise level in the house wasn't quiet, it was nowhere near ear-shatteringly loud as Phinks may have expected. At least it had that in it's favor. Other than that, it was a stereotypical frat house party, with everyone talking and drinking as they got more and more shitfaced.

The two who brought him here vanished into the kitchen, and Phinks began to make his way around the house, sipping one of the cans of beer he had bought for himself since he had no interest in the shit the host had him pay for. A girl in one of the upstairs rooms noticed the beer in his hand and begged him to share with her, even going as far as to tug on the sleeve of his jacket when he told her no. He ended up pushing her away, and though he had tried to use as little force as possible, his strength combined with her tipsiness caused her to stumble back into a wall. She was still whining about him when he walked back down the stairs, going on about how mean he was.

He thought he'd been pretty nice to her, all things considered.

It didn't take long for Phinks to lose interest in this particular distraction. Not that he'd been expecting much, but after going around the house and not even seeing anything that might be worth stealing, he figured it'd be best to leave soon. With his short temper being one of his vices, he didn't want to deal with what would happen if some drunk got on his nerves and he smashed them into the wall.

With the sights, sounds and smells became grating to him and seeing no reason to stay any longer, Phinks went about trying to find an exit. Attempting to get out the same way he came in was put to a stop when he saw how congested the front entrance had become. He could've easily pushed past all of them, but since that would likely draw a fair amount of attention, maybe it'd be a better idea to find a different way out. Phinks wandered into the kitchen, walking by Stu who tried to talk to him. A patio door leading to the backyard caught his eye and he ignored the party's host as he walked by several people to get to it.

The cool air outside felt refreshing and he let out a soft sigh as the patio door slowly swung closed. Claustrophobia generally wasn't something he had an issue with, but that seemed to change a little when he was faced with a house full of drunken strangers who didn't understand the meaning of personal space. Another nice thing was the fact that no one else seemed to be out here. He didn't think it was that cold out, but it worked just fine if the people inside thought otherwise.

He stood on a deck with an assortment of patio furniture that sat in front of an in ground pool, and when he looked to the side, he saw the gate within the fencing that surrounded the backyard.

That was his way out, then.

With no more reason to stick around, he was about to head out and back to his car-

But he paused when he heard the sound of splashing water, and he looked back to the pool.

So he wasn't the only person out here.

Some of the patio furniture had blocked you from his sight so he hadn't noticed you at first, but you were now swimming out into the center of the pool and impossible to miss. It was pretty late in the year for swimming, wasn't it? Yet you seemed to be content with yourself despite the temperature and lack of company, swimming around the pool like you owned it. Maybe you did; he wasn't sure what your relation was to the party host.

Then your eyes met, and you smiled as you greeted him.

“Hello.”

“... Hey.”

He hadn't come out to look for company. He was looking to leave.

Yet something about this situation, about you, intrigued him, and Phinks walked forward, continuing with “isn't it a little late in the season for swimming?”

“That's what everyone seems to think,” you said, “it's going to be drained tomorrow, so I wanted to swim one more time before that. It's the last chance I'll get for this year.”

“No public pools around here?” he asked.

“I don't really like public pools,” you told him, laughing a little bit as you continued “the ones around here are never clean, and I don't wanna swim around in nasty water.”

Phinks couldn't say if he really had an opinion one way or the other. He tried to avoid situations where he'd need to be shirtless in public, as the spider with the number 5 on his ribs would've been a dead giveaway for anyone who understood it's meaning. He just shrugged at you as he said “fair enough.”

Phinks now stood at the edge of the pool while you swam up to the edge.

“I don't think I've seen you before. You new around here?” you asked him.

“No. Just passing through. Helped out the host at the gas station and he invited me as thanks,” Phinks explained, “I was expecting this to be taking place at some shitty apartment; didn't think a guy like that owned a house.”

“He doesn't, it belongs to his older brother Jed. Stu just lives with him,” you responded.

“Ah.”

That made a bit more sense to him. Since he hadn't been able to buy beer from a gas station on his own, it didn't seem likely that the guy would've had his own house. So he was just leeching off of his brother.

Despite being ready to leave just minutes earlier, he found that he now had a reason to want to stay here longer. But standing and talking to you was getting a little awkward, so Phinks sat himself down on the concrete next to the pool. So far you weren't annoying compared to some of the others. And despite being by yourself beforehand, you seemed pretty open to talking with him, resting your arms on the edge of the pool.

“You friends with them, then?”

“Jed is in a few of my classes, so I'm friends with him. Not Stu, though. He's kind of an asshole. Likes to play a lot of stupid pranks.”

You rested your chin in your hand as you thought back.

“He's destroyed two of my phones so far, both times by dumping water on me,” you said, “although I guess he did repay me for both, but it's still such a hassle to go through.”

“You're nicer than I am. If some guy like that fucked up my phone I'd kill him.”

You laughed at him, not taking his words seriously.

“You seem nice enough. You helped him out, right?”

“Only because it was the fastest way to get outta there. Stupid bastard started an argument with the clerk.”

“Yeah. That sounds like something he'd do,” you said, tiredness lacing your voice.

A cheer then sounded from inside the house, and though the doors and windows were closed, it was loud enough that the both of you could hear it from outside.

“Things must be ramping up in there,” you commented.

“Guess so,” Phinks said, taking a swig of his drink after.

“Isn't it kinda weird that you're keeping to yourself with an event like this? Don't see the point in going out if you're going to avoid people,” he added.

“But isn't that what you're doing by coming out here?” you asked.

“Nah, I was getting ready to leave.”

“What stopped you?”

“I haven't done much out here beside sitting here talking to you. What do you think?”

You seemed a bit taken aback and a little embarrassed as you realized the reason, but gave him a small smile.

“Oh wow. Are you saying I managed to be charming enough to keep a guy from leaving?” you asked him.

“No. You're just not as annoying as the others I've met tonight.”

Your expression was rather blank as you took in that information.

“..... I'll take that as a compliment, then,” you said, “so what do you do?”

“What do I do?”

“For a job, or just anything in general.”

“I do a couple odd jobs here and there, I guess,” he answered, “every once in a while a bigger opportunity comes up, and I just do whatever I need to.”

It was an oversimplification of his criminal activities, and he hoped that he'd been vague enough without sounding suspicious.

It appeared that he had as you didn't seem to think it was strange.

“You mentioned earlier that you were just passing through. Are you on your way to a job or something?”

“Nah. I'm currently off-duty. And I had a lot of time to kill, so I decided to take a road trip.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” you said, “I work on campus, so I don't really get to do vacations for now. Can't remember the last time I went on one.”

“Job at least worth it?”

“Kind of? Although the other week I needed to go through something stupid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got screamed at by a lady.”

Your tone made it seem like that was something happened on a regular basis.

“For what?” he asked.

“Something with her daughter's textbooks. She ordered one that she didn't need on accident but didn't want to admit that she made a mistake, so she just let her mother yell at me for forty minutes and claim that we were the ones who fucked up.”

You sighed a little after the explanation. Evidently that situation still made you frustrated.

“.... Did she apologize after?” Phinks asked.

With a slightly wistful smile, you shook your head as you said “people like that don't apologize.”

“Sounds rough.”

It went without saying that Phinks wouldn't have tolerated anything like that. If it had been him he'd have killed them both and tossed their bodies in the trash. But he kept that rather violent thought to himself.

“Sorry you needed to deal with that,” he added.

“It's okay. It's little things that keep you going,” you said, “I've been looking forward to swimming for a while, so I'm pretty happy right now. Although I guess I'm kinda doing a job right now.”

“How so?”

“Jed's at his job right now, and since he doesn't trust Stu, he asked me to make sure nothing happens to the pool. The last time Stu had a party there was a bunch of trash in it the next morning, and it was a pain to clean up. So in exchange for using the pool, I have full permission to snitch on anyone who tosses anything.”

“Yeah? What's snitching gonna do?”

“Jed's a scary guy. Nobody wants to make him mad.”

If Phinks had felt like being more of an asshole, and if you'd been unpleasant during your conversation with him, he probably would've taken his half-finished beer can and thrown it into the pool just to upset you and also to see if your friend was as scary as you were making him out to be.

But so far he'd been enjoying himself, so as fun as that thought might have been, he decided against it.

You pulled one of your arms off of the rim and back into the water. Evidently you were getting cold, but you held on to the edge to continue speaking to him.

“So how long have you been on your trip?” you asked.

“A few weeks.”

“A few weeks? You must have been all over the place, then. Did you go anywhere in particular?”

“Not really,” Phinks answered, “didn't have any real plan when I set out. Just drove to wherever I thought would be interesting.”

“That's kinda cool,” you said, “must be nice to be able to go wherever you want without any real plan.”

“You can't?”

“Nope. Classes and work means I can't just run off whenever I feel like it.”

“Too busy getting screamed at?” he asked jokingly.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answered, laughing a little after.

You pulled your other arm back underwater and just kept a hand on the side of the wall.

“Cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Probably why most people aren't swimming this late.”

“I don't care; it's worth it,” you said, “honestly, the thought of being able to swim was what kept me going this week.”

That.... Was a little bit sad, Phinks thought to himself. That all you had to look forward to at the end of the week was a few hours to swim by yourself in the cold. There were much sadder circumstances in the world – he was certain that anyone from Meteor City would be more than happy to switch places with you – but your life must have felt empty. Although Phinks was technically in the same boat at the moment, at least being with the troupe gave him purpose. What did you have besides a shitty job and presumably a fair amount of college debt? Just the 'little things' to keep you going?

Maybe he was presuming too much; he'd only just met you after all. But it bothered him regardless.

“What are your plans for after college?” he asked.

You seemed a bit startled, and you looked away from him for the first time.

“Not really sure, actually. I'm still undecided on my major,” you admitted, “I need to figure out soon, though. I'm going to run out of the basic coursework that I need to get through, and my family is getting mad that I haven't made a decision yet.”

So you didn't have any direction and were being pressured by others. Still not the saddest circumstance ever, but if it had been him, Phinks was certain he'd have been miserable.

You clearly didn't want to keep going on about that particular subject, as you began to ask him questions about his trip, wanting to know where exactly he had been so far and how much longer he planned to drive for. The change in topics was obvious, but he decided to go along with it.

As the night grew darker while the two of you talked, he decided that he liked you. You could hold a decent conversation, even if the things you two talked about weren't all that meaningful.

You were pretty cute, too.

The party behind him still seemed to be going strong, but it was largely going ignored by you both, in part by the fact that you were still the only ones outside.

Your face lit up as a thought came to mind.

“You should come in!” you told him.

“No thanks.”

“Come on! It's really nice!”

You grabbed at his free hand, tugging on his arm lightly as you tried to encourage him to get into the pool.

“If you get my suit wet I'll drown you,” Phinks said told you.

You giggled, once more not taking him seriously. Though he was only half-serious about it at this point.

“Then take it off and come in,” you insisted.

“I don't have a swimsuit.”

“That doesn't stop most people.

“Good to know,” he said flatly.

Though you'd stopped tugging on his arm, both of your hands remained on his wrist as you looked up at him.

“Can you not swim?” you asked.

“I can swim fine,” he said, “I just don't feel like it right now.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, but you had yet to let go of his wrist.

“Should you really be that surprised with the temperature being what it is?” he asked you.

“It isn't that bad. And the pool is heated,” you insisted, “didn't think a bit of chill would scare off the most interesting person at this party, though.”

The corner of his lips curled a bit at that. He wasn't one for meaningless flattery, but he didn't mind hearing you say things like that.

“Is that why you're not letting go of me?”

“You don't seem to be doing much to shake me off.”

“I could if I wanted to.”

“So you don't want to?”

You were teasing him. And while he could tease you back, he went for a different approach.

He yanked his wrist out of your grip and grabbed your own wrist just as fast, and lifted you up until you were eye level with him. To say you were flustered by the action would've been an understatement, and your free hand grasped at the arm that held you up to lessen the weight on the arm that he had trapped.

With you partially out of the water, Phinks allowed his eyes to travel over your form, following the trails of water that dripped down your skin and imagining exactly what you looked like under that swimsuit. His grin got wider when he saw your body reacting to the cooler temperature and the way your nipples showed through the material. It hadn't been on his mind when he first approached you, but after spending time with you he found himself liking the idea of fooling around with you. Probably not in the house, and he doubted you would want to do anything in the pool due to that friend of yours you had mentioned. Maybe there was some dark corner around here where he could take you to do what he wanted.

You were squirming a little, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“It's cold,” you whined.

“Yep,” was his reply.

“Come on, let go. I'm only in a swimsuit.”

“You weren't letting me go,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn't pull you into the water.”

“Because you're too weak to do that.”

“That's not fair!”

“Don't think this is a situation where fairness matters, sweetheart.”

With that he let you go, and you dropped back down into the pool. You pushed away from the wall after, giving him a slightly sour look.

“Problem?” he asked.

“It's cold,” you repeated.

He just smirked.

“You're gonna need to deal with it at some point,” he told you.

“Yeah, but I wasn't ready for it then!”

You had to have noticed the way he looked at you, right? There was no way you were so oblivious to have not seen how he had blatantly looked you over. Yet you weren't mentioning it.

By now you were more at the center of the pool, pointedly out of his range.

“You done talking?” Phinks asked.

“No, but I don't want you pulling me out again.”

Then you looked away like you were embarrassed.

It clicked for him. You must have liked it, but you were too shy to say anything about it.

Your reluctance was cute, though Phinks knew he'd get tired of that game pretty fast.

“Come back over,” he told you.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

You shook your head.

“You're going to do that again, right?” you asked.

“Maybe.”

“Then no. I don't wanna get out yet.”

“How long are you gonna stay in there?”

“Until I feel like getting out.”

“And if I want you out of there now?”

“Then you'd have to come in and get me.”

…. Oh

That's what it was.

A ploy by you to get him into the pool.

That's what you had to mean by those words, right?

“.... What the hell,” he said to himself as he stood.

It got your attention when he began to remove his clothing, throwing them over to a few neatly folded articles of clothing that sat next to a bag on the patio, which he assumed belonged to you. You were watching him closely, and he could sense a growing interest in you when he removed his shirt. Your eyes lingered a little when you caught sight of his spider tattoo, but there was no hint that you recognized what it meant, which was preferable.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“You were looking at me earlier,” you answered defensively, “you're not allowed to get mad when I do the same.”

“Didn't say I was mad.”

You acknowledging the way he had looked at you then just reaffirmed in his head that you hadn't minded, and after stripping down to his boxers, Phinks jumped in. The water felt just as nice as you had said, but he didn't take much time to focus on it as he was quick to approach you. Within moments, he had wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, lifting you a little so you were at eye level with him. You seemed flustered again, but you didn't make any move to get away, and were resting your hands on his chest.

“I don't think you told me your name,” you whispered to him.

“Phinks.”

“Phinks,” you repeated, smiling afterwards, “I like it. It's cool.”

“Thanks,” he replied, “and how 'bout you?”

You gave him your name, which he also repeated to himself.

“Not as cool as 'Phinks', I guess,” you said.

“It suits you,” he said.

You smiled at him, then shifted slightly in his grip.

“Are you just gonna keep holding me?”

“You said I needed to come in and get you.”

“And what did you want to 'get' me for?”

Despite the question, you clearly had an idea of what Phinks was after as you began to move in closer to him. Phinks did the same, and slowly, the gap between the two of you was closed as your lips met together in a kiss.

With the heavy scent of pool chemicals that surrounded you two, it was hard to smell much else, but your lips were soft against his. The kiss was a bit tame for his liking, but he let you do what you wanted for now as you readjusted your arms so they were wrapped around his neck.

One of his hands slid down your back to reach down and squeeze your ass, and you gasped into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment before you pulled away, your hand over your mouth as you looked away in embarrassment.

“I'm not sure we should do much more here,” you said, glancing up at the house behind him, “there are people watching. I'm not into that.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked. It didn't surprise him much that you two might have attracted an audience, and when he heard the door to the patio open from behind him, he chose to ignore it.

“I don't think we'll get much privacy here, so how about my place?” you asked.

“Do you usually bring home strangers?”

“Only the really cool ones.”

He grinned.

You were leaning in to kiss him again when you suddenly froze and turned your attention to something behind Phinks.

“Don't do that!” you yelled.

Phinks turned his head just in time to see his and your clothes land in the water, with the guy who'd invited him – Stu, he remembered – pointing and laughing after having thrown them. The annoying woman from earlier, the one who had whined at him for his can of beer, was also there, standing behind Stu and running off with him towards the gate in the fence.

Phinks saw red.

He let you go and swiftly exited the pool, following after the two even as the chill of the night air nipped at his skin. He barely felt it, and he didn't give a shit that he was running around barefoot either. All of his focus was on catching up to those two assholes who'd dumped his clothes in the pool.

He was angry enough that he didn't notice the sound of feet following after him.

The two perpetrators were in an alleyway between two rows of houses, drunkenly laughing their asses off. Their demeanor didn't change when Phinks caught up to them. The woman actually began to laugh harder, probably because Phinks was still wearing only his boxers.

Stu was trying to contain himself a bit, and put his hands up as an offering of peace.

“Hey man, it wasn't anything personal. Just a prank,” he said, “you can use the dryer, and I'll lend you some clothes-”

His sentence was cut off when Phinks grabbed both sides of his head and twisted it completely around, the cracking of his broken neck ringing out in the empty alley.

The sight of Stu falling to the ground with his head facing the wrong way had the woman instantly sober up, and she looked to Phinks as she opened her mouth to scream.

Barely a whisper of sound was able to escape as he did the same thing to her, and now Phinks was standing half-naked in an alley with two dead bodies.

“Obnoxious fucking people,” he muttered to himself.

Then there was noise that came from behind him.

Phinks turned and saw the other guy who'd been at the gas station on the ground, his arms barely supporting himself as his eyes were wide at the sight of his friends dead before him.

His eyes widened even further when he spotted the spider on Phinks' ribs, clearly recognizing what it meant as he whispered “oh my god.”

Make that three bodies, Phinks thought to himself as he rushed forward to snap his neck as well.

Three bodies that he needed to get rid of. If anyone else from the party came out here and found them, the police would be called immediately. He had no intentions of staying here any longer, but it'd be best to put a bit of distance between himself and the crime scene before the police were inevitably called.

He was dragging the other guy by his ankles and in the process of collecting the woman's body when someone walked out into the alley through one of the other entrances. An older woman, who was definitely not from the party and had come from another house, carrying a bag of trash walked out in front of Phinks, and like the guy right before, her eyes grew wide as she saw the sight of the dead before her.

She made a move to run back to her house, but Phinks picked up a pebble that he infused with nen and launched it at her head. It traveled through her skull and the fencing beside her, and blood sprayed out from the exit wound and splattered onto the fence as well as she fell to the ground.

This was turning into a goddamn mess, and after Phinks had thrown now four bodies over into a different backyard, he heard a voice calling out “mom?” from the direction that the woman with the trash bag had come from.

Fuck this. He needed to go.

When he returned to the backyard to retrieve his clothes, he found you on the patio. You were holding his jacket over the concrete, desperately trying to wring out the water that had soaked it completely. You were visibly shivering as you did so, with goosebumps running up your arms and your teeth chattering. He noticed his pants hanging off the fence that surrounded the patio, and while they weren't dry by any means, you had clearly done your best to get the water out of them. Meanwhile your own clothes laid in a soggy heap by your equally soaked bag.

You noticed him when he walked closer.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. You looked guilty for some reason.

“You didn't do it,” Phinks said, considerably calmer now.

“No. But I made a big deal about you getting in with me, and with Stu around I should've been paying attention. I'm really, really sorry.”

He was about to tell you to stop apologizing when he heard a shout coming from the direction of the alleyway.

Fuck. He forgot that he needed to leave.

Luckily you were the only one who noticed, as the rest of the party goers still had the doors and windows securely shut. He pulled on his pants and his sopping wet tank top, and the sensation of wearing those wet clothes was just as unpleasant as he had anticipated. At least his shoes were still dry.

You were still holding his jacket, looking confused as you looked off in the direction where you'd heard that voice. Phinks was about to just take it from you and leave, but when he looked you over again, he thought over the things you two had talked about, the things you had said and how you'd acted around him, and he came to a split second decision.

Grabbing your clothes and bag, he shoved them into your hands before he grabbed one of your arms and pulled you after him. You seemed startled, but you didn't question him as you were too surprised to think of anything to say. He led you out through the backyard and down to where he had parked his car, opening the passenger side door and pushing you inside. He then walked around to the driver's side, and within moments you both were speeding out of the neighborhood.

By the time he came to the highway there was a strong smell of pool chemicals that filled the car, and both of the front seats were slowly soaking up the excess water that dripped off of the two of you.

You seemed to be in a mild state of shock, as you had yet to say anything. You just sat in your still wet swimsuit looking rather confused while you still held onto the soaked clothing Phinks had forced onto you.

After a while you shuddered and finally spoke up.

“Do you think you could turn up the heat?” you asked him.

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

Phinks turned the heat up all the way, and after a few moments you seemed to relax a bit, though now you were glancing over at him while smiling nervously.

“Uh, so, there's a lot that I should probably be questioning,” you began, “but I'll start with if you knew why there was yelling?”

Should he lie? No, that might be weird if he pretended not to know.

“I punched that guy in the face. I think I broke his nose,” he told you, “that was likely his friend after he saw him.”

“Ah. Okay,” you said, “that's..... Not very good, but I think I get why you did that. You're gonna get charged with assault, though.”

Fat chance.

“I'll deal with that when I come to that,” he answered, “sorry if I put you in a tough position.”

“It's okay. Well, not really. But Stu's pranks have always been pretty bad and what he did was shitty, so I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Think you can forgive me?”

“... Yeah, I think so. Just promise you won't do anything like that again.”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you said as you nodded, “so second question: where are we going?”

“.... Not sure. Didn't have much of a plan besides getting out of there and going back to what I was doing,” Phinks admitted.

“So you're just back to driving around going wherever?”

“Seems like it.”

“Why did you bring me along?” you asked.

“.... Didn't want that to be the last time I saw you,” he said.

“Oh.....”

His answer ended up making you flustered again, and while you did seem to be holding some reservations about him with his admission of violence and the fact that he really had just kidnapped you, he could see you rationalizing everything in your mind and convincing yourself that this wasn't all that bad.

It was preferable if you did that. It made taking you with him a lot easier.

“Luckily for me I don't work tomorrow,” you said, “and since the day after that is Sunday and the campus store isn't open then, I also have that day off. So I think it's okay if I drive around with you for a bit. Just get me back by Sunday night, alright?”

“Don't worry. I'll get you back safe and sound,” he told you, and you visibly relaxed at his words.

You were a little naive, a little too trusting. But that was fine. Phinks liked that about you.

“Okay so third question,” you announced as you looked down at the wet clothes in your lap, “what should we do about this?”

“Right. Let me pull over.”

He stopped the car beneath a streetlight, and you sat sideways on the passengers seat while you held the clothes out of the car and wrung the water out of them as best you could. Phinks took the opportunity to change after you handed him his jacket, and he threw the mostly damp clothes in the backseat.

Glancing over at you, he did appreciate how much your swimsuit showed off while you tried to dry out your own clothes. But while he liked the idea of you staying as you were for the rest of the trip, you probably wouldn't be as big of a fan of that. Going over to his trunk once more, he dug around through his bag before he found what he was looking for.

“I don't have anything that will fit you well,” Phinks said as he made his way over to you, “but this should cover you up.”

What he handed you was the long white robe he wore on occasion, usually for combat or missions.

You seemed a bit surprised when you saw it, but you accepted it gratefully. Your gaze went to the jeweled eye that hung near the neck of the garment, and he heard you mumble about it being pretty.

He wondered briefly what you might think of the snake headpiece he usually wore with it, but the time for that would come later as you were currently slipping his robe over your head.

“Thank you,” you told him again as you threw your clothing in the back as well.

Then your attention went to your bag, and you frowned.

“What's wrong?”

In response to his question, you tilted your bag to the side and water began to pour out of it.

“Ah.”

“How much do you wanna bet that my phone is dead?” you asked as you reached inside.

As was expected, your phone screen stayed black when you hit the power button, and you sighed.

“And that's phone number three that Stu has destroyed.”

“Don't worry. It won't happen again,” he told you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You tossed the now useless phone into your bag and looked back up to him as if to say “so what now?”

Phinks had an idea for that.

“Wanna go to a motel?”

“A motel? Wow, you sure know how to treat someone,” you said sarcastically.

“You really think I can get you into a nice hotel with you looking like that? You don't even have shoes,” he said.

“I didn't get a chance to grab them,” you responded, though you seemed to concede a bit.

“Could we stop somewhere tomorrow so I can get shoes or something?”

“I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe if that's what you want.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head and saying that you didn't need that.

Before too long, Phinks was back in the drivers seat while you watched the streetlights as the car passed them by, your fingers idly playing with the jewel on his robes as you did so. He had turned down the heat and turned on the radio, and though it still felt strange to be sitting in the wet seats, it wasn't bothering either of you as much anymore. The smell from the pool was mostly gone after driving a bit with the windows opened just a crack.

Except for the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction, you were the only ones on the highway.

“How far are you gonna drive?” you eventually asked.

He wanted to get out of the state at least. Phinks didn't want to deal with a confrontation with the law while also taking you along with him. He wanted to get as far as he could while you were still cooperative, and whenever you realized that there was no chance he'd be taking you back, he'd go to more extreme measures of keeping you with him. Your phone being dead was a good thing for him; you wouldn't be able to try and get help as easily.

“I think we've passed by three or four motels already,” you added, “was there something wrong with them?”

“No. Sorry. I got a bit distracted,” Phinks replied, “I've come to really like the highway at night. There's something soothing about it, I guess. Wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You nodded in response and looked back out the window, your fingers still playing with the jeweled eye.

“Can I borrow your phone at some point tomorrow? I need to call someone just so everyone back home knows I'm okay. Don't want them to worry,” you said to him.

“Sure,” he said.

Arguing with you over that would seem strange. He'd just need to avoid that subject tomorrow.

He noticed when you yawned.

“Getting tired?” he asked.

“A little,” you said, laughing a little as you added, “this wasn't how I was expecting my night to go.”

“Same here.”

“I hope you decide to stop soon. I might not be up for it tonight if you're planning on continuing where we left off at the pool when we reach that motel.”

“That's fine. We'll have all day tomorrow, right?”

His words made you embarrassed again, and you shyly answered with a yes as you smiled to yourself.

So that was the plan, then. Drive as far as he could tonight, fuck your brains out tomorrow, then get away further before you figured things out. You would likely object, not liking the idea of being taken away from everything you'd ever known. But he was certain that after spending enough time with him, you'd prefer it. Your current life wasn't any good, but he was prepared for you to not understand that at first. And if he needed to tie you up and shove you into the trunk to keep you compliant, he could do that. Seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan.

You were yawning again.

“Get some sleep if you need to,” he said, “I'll wake you up when I find a place I like.”

You nodded. Soon after he saw you settling back into the seat and closing your eyes as you attempted to get some rest.

He liked the sight of you next to him, sitting in his clothes while you nodded off in his car. And when he turned his attention back to the empty highway, he was once again hit with the feeling like he was the only one in the world. A feeling that only came with seeing an area that was typically full of people seem completely abandoned.

But this time, though, he wasn't alone.

[hotch-stufff]

hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

gif by hoe-tchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end. 

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home. 

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” 

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched  out the window as buildings went by. 

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. 

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down. 

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded. 

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband. 

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals. 

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking. 

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you. 

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning. 

                       * * *

The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle. 

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.  

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically. 

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head. 

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him. 

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you. 

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time. 

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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[sugarbooger513]

JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

@katgalle @savonline

[witch-hazels-musings]

because I need that good loving can I request Diluc and Zhongli reaction to seeing there SO dressed up for a formal event even though its not something they really like doing but because they dont want to make Diluc/Zhongli look bad in front of all these other people they put all their effort into looking like the human embodiment of attractiveness.

the way you look tonight 

(okay so truth time - I thought about you the whole time I was writing this and forgot you requested it -- I hope the love of these boys reminds you that you are lovely <3!) 

Warning -> SFW, fluff / comfort (cussing(1))(self-conscience reader)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Zhongli ⚘, Diluc

Zhongli

He finds your normal style of dress unique and interesting, it’s unlike most of the people who make up Liyue’s landscape and it’s independently you

When someone lives their life in the way they want to, that's what Zhongli admires the most about people, about humans 

He doesn’t mind what you wear, he would want anyone to meet you, to see you regardless because through his eyes he sees your attractiveness - it’s in the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you react when something makes you excited or when he gives you a gift you don’t expect - how could he hide you away and not let others see the way you glow? 

You look at yourself for the tenth time in the large circular mirror. An hour had gone by and you still felt unusual, out of place, like a fraud in this attire. For the, you’ve lost count, time you fuss with the fabric that sits against your stomach, tugging on it, wondering if you should leave it open or closed. The most frustrating thing about this is that you had no idea how to wear this damn thing. 

Your head falls onto the vanity and you do your best to hold it all in. With a deep breath, you go back to messing with your hair and face. The ticking clock behind you reminds you that time is not your friend no matter how much you want it to stop. 

This is so hard for you, of course, you want to be there for Zhongli - he was there for everything you ever did, it was beyond time to repay him - but you just couldn’t find the confidence to be proud of what you’d done. So, shaping the image in your brain into a distorted representation of what you wished you looked like, you stood from your small chair and walked toward the door of the bedroom. 

Your shoes click on the hardwood floor which is something you hate, the thought of people hearing you coming only to see what appears from the source of the sound makes your skin crawl. Still, you pressed on, and that’s when your eyes fell onto the immaculate figure that stands near the entrance. His tall, elegant frame is so intense it knocks the wind from your lungs as if someone just punched you in the stomach. How can I stand next to that … you panic and turn to retreat back into the safety of the bedroom when your arms collide with a small table in the hallway.

Objects fall to the ground and, in a ridiculous display of your clumsy nature, you juggle one of the more breakable objects before catching it moments from shattering on the floor below. 

“Whew …” You exclaim, bringing it close to your body. “Sorry, little guy didn’t mean to do that.” You wince, patting its side before place it back onto its home and picking up the other objects from the ground. 

Long fingers enter your field of vision, startled you stand only to see Zhongli reaching down to assist you. 

“Ah, sorry.” You express, crossing your arms after putting the items in your hands half-hazard onto the surface. 

“No need to apologize, are you injured?” He asks, standing himself and reminding you how tall he is. 

“My pride, maybe.” You share, laughing through your embarrassment. 

“Too much of that and we might find ourselves in trouble anyway.” He looks down at you, his eyes scanning, interested and making you shift under their gaze. “You …” 

“I know... I look so strange, and,” you begin, fussing with the top again, “I can’t seem to get this right.” Turning around you show him what you were talking about and how it seems far too loose. 

He laughs softly and you feel his hands run underneath the edge of the fabric and coming to rest at the wrap at your waist. “Let me assist you.” 

“Thank you …” He’s so close to you, his hands move expertly as they work to correct your inadequacies, eyes compassionate, patient as they always are. 

“This outfit suits you.”

“Does it really? I look so … I mean this isn’t something I would normally wear. In fact,”  You think for a minute before continuing, “I can’t remember the last time I dressed up for something other than adventuring. It’s not practical to go running through ruins in this type of getup.” You explain, lifting your arms and watching how the fabric slips down to your elbows before sliding back to your wrists as they collide with your legs. 

“That could turn things into quite the challenge I’d imagine.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Nevertheless, you will turn quite a many heads upon our arrival.” 

“That’s what I'm afraid of …” You mumble, forgetting that he is close enough to hear you. 

“Y/N, need I remind you how spectacular you look.” 

You bite your lip but your insecurities make you speak anyway, “I just don’t see how I have the right to stand next to you, I don’t want you to be … ashamed of me.” The end of your sentence trails off as you look to the ground. Zhongli doesn’t respond until his hands stop fixing your gown. With comforting fingers he presses against the soft underbelly of your chin, lifting your head at the angle it should be. 

“While I am beyond sure you can hear me, I hope that you can trust me as well when I tell you that every day I am honored to stand at your side. There is nothing in this world which compares to your beauty, in fact, you are more radiant than the moon itself.” He leans in to place a kiss against your forehead. 

“You don’t wish I was … more attractive?” 

“I cannot wish for a thing that holds no bearing on reality.” 

“Mmm.” 

“If my words have not reached you, perhaps I can better express my truth through actions …” He pulled you flush against him, his hands now wrapped around your hips and eyes focused on your lips. 

“Aa! Wait … no, I believe you.” Embarrassed, you push away from him and make your way toward the door. “Let’s just go because if I get out of this thing I won’t be putting it back on.” You huff, smoothing out the wrinkles. 

“Shall we?” He reaches for your hand and easily you take it. 

“Let’s do this.” With a lighthearted Zhongli, you exit your home and head toward the lively sounds drifting over the water. 

Diluc

He already thinks you are so incredibly attractive no matter what you wear - he knows you’re one for practicality, from your actions to your clothes, you are ready to go and prepared for whatever will come your way - a trait he admires

There is something adorable about the way you fall out of bed in the morning and, in some cases, take less time than he does to get ready - it can come in handy where there much work to be done 

He never asks for you to be more than what you are - he honestly wouldn’t care what other people thought about you, all that matters is you believe him when he tells you how good you look or how you make his heart clench 

So when he sees you descend the stairs in an outfit, a formal, totally out-of-the-absolute-norm outfit, he’s stunned 

“Crap.” You say, flinging the jewelry you couldn’t decide on anyway back toward the dresser. You’d taken far too long to get ready, even though you started hours ago, it still wasn’t enough to make you feel confident and finished. Glancing at your reflection one last time, you gave up with a heavy sigh and made your way down the hallway. 

You could already see everyone else in their formal attire ready to go, even the attendants looked better than you did. When you caught sight of Diluc your steps slowed and for a solid minute to you debated about turning around and hiding under the comfortable covers of the bed you loathed getting out of this morning. 

“Ah, there you are! Are you ready?” Adaline shouted from below you and like a scene from a nightmare everyone turned to look up at you. You stumbled backward and felt your chest tighten, eyes scanning each face as you debated on your next action. When they fell onto Diluc’s stoic eyes, you felt a little bit of relief and knew all you had to do was make it down to him. 

Slowly, you started again and, with a deathlike grip on the railing, you made your way down the stairs. Diluc met you at the bottom, his hand extended to take yours. 

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t figure out what would pair well with … this thing.” You gestured at your outfit and looked behind him, thankful that people had already started to leave through the front door. “Do I … look okay?” 

With an awkward smile, you waited for his answer, hopeful that he wouldn’t have to struggle so hard to lie to you. I mean, when you were able to see him in his suit, the way it perfectly fits around his toned body, the fabric tucked in all the right places, the sleeves just long enough to give one a peek of skin underneath - there was no way you compared to him. 

He looked at you for so long your heart started to feel like a thousand knives were stabbing you in all directions. He hates this … he can’t believe that I’m such a disaster. The thoughts circulate in your brain and just as your about to rush back up the stairs and hide he lifts your fingers to his lips and kisses them with so much love. 

“I apologize … I’m just a bit startled is all.” Your stomach drops to your feet at his words. 

“Archons, is it that bad? Did I put something on wrong … or?” 

“Nothing like that,” He kisses your palm and the action makes your spine turn hot, “You look unbelievable, is what I wanted to say.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yes.” He looks at you but you shy away from his eyes. “Y/N, do you trust me?” 

“What … of course I trust you.” You reply, flabbergasted. 

“Then trust me now.” He pulls you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your neck, his hand resting at the back of your head. “I’ve never seen someone as brilliant as you.” 

Fueled by your emotions, you return his hug, squeezing your arms around his waist and doing your best not to let your face be ruined by the tears that want to fall from stinging eyes. “Thank you, I’ll trust you on this … today.” 

“I don’t have any issues reminding you again and again.” Shouting outside tells you that it’s now or never and, as much as you don’t want to, your arms release each other. “Are you ready?” He asks, offering you his arm, and with a deep inhale and sharp nod, you take it and walk through the doors. 

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[calumxkisses]

Sweet Creature | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: i think implied smut?

summary: request - Heeyyy, can you do one, where they have a big fight and they are in quarentine, and they stop talking to each other, and the sleep in different rooms, with cal... kiss from brazil 🇧🇷

a/n: this is one of my favorite song! let me know what you think about it! i hope you enjoyed it ;)

you should read this imagine while listening to: sweet creature

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“What the hell is wrong with you?” a scream comes out of your lungs. Your face has turned red, your head hurts and you feel your heart pounding. Your throat is now dry and you feel your nails sticking into the palm of your hand.

What Calum notices, however, are the tears running down your face and the pain behind your eyes. What hurts him the most, though, is knowing he is the cause of your pain. He would like to hug you, tell you that he is sorry, that he loves you and that he doesn't even remember why you are fighting, but his pride prevents him from being the person he would like to be. The person you are in love with.

“All you do is whine.” he screams out, rolling his eyes and letting out a snort.

This discussion was the straw that broke the camel's back, filled by being forced to stay at home, by a canceled tour and canceled parties but, above all, by the concern of a world that is in chaos, with a fatal virus that spreads like wildfire.

He is worried, he feels the burden of not having to disappoint anyone, of being a good person who says the right things, of being a child who cares about their parents who live on the other side of the world and cannot go to visit, reassure, and that he can only see through a mobile phone screen.

“I have a right to be angry, you know that, right?” Your voice calms down a bit, but anger still runs through your veins. You walk up and down the room, with one hand on your forehead and being careful not to step on the broken glass of the fallen vase.

Calum has spent the last few weeks in the studio, out in the garden practicing, or locked in a room, anywhere but with you. He preferred to wake up early and go to sleep late, feel cold instead of holding you and skipping meals to avoid being with you.

For the first time in days, you get a good look at him: his hair has grown, as has the beard surrounding his face, he has terrible dark circles and the vein on his neck comes out prosperous, underlining how much he is screaming.

You felt abandoned, alone, left on the sidelines, and your feelings were amplified by the impossibility of going to someone, just to escape from that situation, to be held by someone else or just to talk over a coffee with a friend.

The only thing you could have done, was to ask him why, what you had done to deserve such treatment, and to spend some time together. And that’s where the scream started.

Tears roll down your face and you run your hand under your eyes to wipe them away. If you didn't notice them before, now the pinch caused by their wake has become hard to ignore.

“Are you going to cry now? God, you’re making me regret being with you. I really wish you weren’t born.”

Calum feels the pain it caused you before even reading the expression on your face. He puts his hand in front of his mouth in hopes of being able to block the words, but they have already left his lips and have come straight into your ears, getting stuck under your skin and breaking even the last pieces of the broken heart you have left.

His words hit you like a bolt from the blue. Arguing often leads to saying unthinkable words and among all the things you've been yelling at each other in the last hour, some bad words have certainly escaped, but nothing so terrible.

You feel a pain in your chest never felt before, deep and intense, and even the tears stop flowing. You inhale deeply, seeking relief in a breath of air and waiting for your body to react in any way, all is better than feeling full of pain. The room starts spinning, your head feels full and empty at the same time, and your legs struggle to bear the weight of your body.

Calum carefully scans your face, looking for any reaction from you to understand how much your mind has absorbed his words. His stress, his worries have led him to be a different person and the fear that you may leave him has terrified him, but his insecurities have done the opposite of what one expects, making he walk away from you and treating you coldly, and now he fears that he is really on the verge of being alone, with his broken heart in his hands, ready to mend every wound himself.

You didn’t deserve this.

“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.” You whisper, lifting your face and looking him straight in the eye. The words he used, the coldness of his tones and the loneliness in which he left you have piled on top of each other on your chest, making it difficult for you to even breathe. You need time, space, whatever helps you figure out what to do.

“What do you mean?” He asks in a shaky voice. His eyes are glossy, his hands are shaking and his face has lost color. His heart carries so much goodness and you know it wasn't his intention to hurt you, but his words were like stab wounds and you need to take care of them now.

You don't want to leave, and not because you can't take a plane, but because Calum means too much to you and leaving is not an option to consider. If it ever ends up between you, after all you've been through, it should be in a more dignified way and not because of a stupid fight and insincere words.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room for a while and then we’ll see what to do.” Is all you can say and all you can do.

“So you’re not leaving?”

“I don’t think so, at least not now.”

Silence.

And that silence means everything and nothing.

You pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and, after casting one last look at the boy in front of you, you take refuge in a room that doesn't belong to you. The air in the guest room is different, you can't breathe the love that characterizes every corner of yours and Calum's and even the sheets seem different, cold, painful. You put a hand through your hair and lean on the door, slowly sliding towards the floor and letting go of your frustration.

Calum closes his eyes and puts his hands to his face as his body slumps onto the sofa behind him. The house reigns in silence, the only audible sound is your sobs in another room and, before he knows it, he starts crying too. He doesn't care about wiping his face or stopping the moans that come out of his mouth, he deserves to feel awful and humiliate himself like that, the guilt is devouring him and he just thinks about how he wishes he could disappear, to make your life easier.

When you first met, he knew you were the right person from the first look you gave him. Behind your eyes, deep in the irises, there was a whole world, made of kindness, love and joy. You had your demons, but the strength you emanated made it clear that you were able to overcome them, even without knowing it. A world that he wanted to discover, with delicacy and patience, and in which he wanted to live.

But what he feared most was bringing darkness into the light you emanated, turning your smiles into tears and your heart into a mass of sharp pieces.

He had told you, while you were eating some heated pizza on a rainy morning, your legs were on his and your face on his shoulder. And you had caressed his face, wiping away the dirt on his lip with your thumb, assuring him that you would have love him anyway and that you would have happily shared some of your light, and then you had kissed him, and that kiss tasted like tomato sauce and love, a combination you still love with all your heart.

And now, the only thing he can do, besides pitying himself, is wondering if you're regretting sharing your joy with him, if you'd rather stay full of light instead of welcoming his demons. And he fears your answer is yes.

Duke rubs his face on his leg, asking for scratches but also showing his affection. He doesn't know what happened and Calum wonders if the dog, who loves you more than any other person has crossed the threshold of your home, would look at him differently knowing that he broke the heart of the person he loves most.

If so, as his mind is trying to convince him, he couldn't handle it. He would not be able to live knowing that he has let down another being he cares about. Because he cares about you, but it is difficult for him to show it, the fear of rejection is stronger than he would like.

So, he lowers himself a little and gently strokes the dog, hoping to be able to receive that affection he is so afraid of losing.

As Calum's world shatters before his eyes, you take care to gently reassemble what's left of yours. You're still on the floor, getting up takes too much energy and a motivation that you can't find.

How you feel about the guy down the hall cannot be described in words, there is no way to describe what his gaze makes you feel, the way his words reassure you or how his love warms your heart up. It just works like this. Your love does not need big gestures or difficult words and never like now, it is better to absorb the silence and be lulled by the air.

Perhaps it would have been better to remain silent, let the cold of his words slip on you and learn to live in the loneliness in which he left you, but you couldn't go on like this. Not fighting would have meant not caring about him or your relationship and that's exactly the opposite of how things are. He had to know how you felt and what you were missing.

The sweet sound of his voice or the warmth of his skin are essential for you, not only on a love level, but in the daily routine of your life. A routine that had changed, which was no longer full of joy and smiles, light and perfume, but of demons that wandered undeterred around the walls of your home, ready to bring the cold into your souls.

And that routine, once full of love, was now non-existent. No more words had been said between you, no meal had been eaten together and your bed had forgotten what love meant. The stars, ever present witnesses of the passion that surrounded your bodies, were now always absent, covered by gray clouds and black skies. Even the moon, which guards all lovers, shone with a paler and more blurred light.

The moon gave way to the sun, the grass grew and the days alternated on the calendar. And yet, it seemed to you that you were still still that afternoon. Sure, breathing had become less difficult and the tears had stopped flowing on your face, but even in the middle of spring the coldness brought chills on your body.

You have no idea what he is doing, occasionally you see the shadow of his shoes behind the door of the guest room or you hear broken melodies coming from the studio, but his face becomes more and more unknown.

You spend your days studying, working, playing with Duke or reading your favorite books. You wake up late and go to sleep early, hoping to feel less lonely.

The truth, however, is that you miss him immensely, like water in the desert or milk after eating spicy food. You need to be able to get lost in his eyes or just hold his hand. The headache meds don't work like his kisses on your forehead, and no number of blankets could bring you the same warmth that a hug from him gives off.

You feel so pathetic to need him by your side, but after so many years of loneliness, he was able to convince you that you were worthy of being loved just like everyone else and, specifically, that he would love you more than anyone else. And he had done it, always and anyway, for the sake of the joyful news and the bad of your depression, he had always been there, ready to show you that you were worth it.

He wants to do it, he wants to continue to hold you and to tell you how beautiful you are, how honored he feels to be the keeper of your heart and the champion of your love, but he believes that no apology would bring serenity to your sky.

What is he supposed to do? No words would express the humiliation he feels whenever he thinks back to your fight and his behavior, no hug or kiss would bring love into your broken heart.

He spent his nights awake, the insomnia caused by his thoughts was making it impossible for him to live. The table seemed too big and the bed too uncomfortable, the bass was always out of tune even as he spent hours adjusting its strings and no melody seemed catchy enough to lift your mood in the other room. He knew that when you were sick, listening to him play brought some peace to your troubled world, but now no sound would chase the bad weather away.

None of his gestures would be enough to show how bad he feels. Nothing can express the pain he feels and the regret of his words.

However, 3 years of relationship is enough for him to know what makes you smile. There is one song in particular, in the immense repertoire that is your music library, that you love to hum and listen to when the silence is too loud.

So, wearing his best shirt and trying to fix the clump of his hair, he sits down at the piano in the living room and, after taking a deep breath, he tries to voice his thoughts.

Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

As you put down your favorite book after reading it again, Calum's sweet, broken voice spreads throughout the house, bringing a sense of comfort to your heart. You can hear the pain behind his voice, and even though you know your wounds will take some time to heal, the words he screamed at you lose their value. One part of you is still angry but the other, curious and in love, wastes no time getting you out of bed and walking towards the room.

The piano overlooks the garden, the sun shines above and illuminates all the plants. Duke is chasing a butterfly, its tail wags quickly and some leaves are stuck in its fur. Calum has his back to you, his back leaning slightly forward as he looks outward, but his mind wanders somewhere else.

You lean on the door jamb that separates the two rooms and close your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by the music and breathing regularly, giving your body respite from all the accumulated stress.

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

Calum watches the garden as the lyrics of the song automatically come out of his mouth. He was never good at playing the piano but, during the nights spent away from you over the years, he promised himself to learn all your favorite songs so he could sing them to you whenever you needed them.

And while Duke rolls around in the grass, he can't help but think about the thousand picnics you had on that same lawn, the laughter you shared and all those moments when he always fell in love a little more looking at you.

And even if the song doesn't belong to him, he can still feel every single word and a small tear falls down his face.

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You take a few steps forward and, after taking a deep sigh, sit next to him. Calum winces at the contact but his face turns into a big smile after seeing you. He doesn't know if you're still mad at him or if his singing worked, but being able to see you again after so many days spent in agony brings a sense of peace to his messed up world. He knows that this song is not enough, that he will have to prove a lot more to you - even if you will probably forbid it - but knowing that he has you there, frees him from a weight that he carried inside.

And as usual, there is no need for words, he just needs to feel your head resting on his shoulder to know that you have come back to him. And when your hands touch his, he feels at home again.

Almost automatically, your hands begin to move to the rhythm of the music and your fingers touch the keys of the piano, accompanying Calum in the melody, just as he taught you.

Duke is rolling in the grass, the butterfly now forgotten, and his happy face is illuminated by the sun. It seems that the sky has returned to shine too, not just your eyes, and the pieces of the puzzle fit together perfectly again.

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home

There was no need to talk to him, or to explain, risking losing you was necessary for him to understand that something was wrong, that he had to find the right path, that you can risk skidding, the important thing is getting back on track.

“I am grateful to your mother for bringing you into the world, but even more grateful to you for being a part of my life. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it. I love you and I always will.” He whispers, placing his hands on his thighs, as soon as he finishes singing the last words. His words are sincere, you can perceive the displeasure behind his tone and you know he believes what he says.

He kisses you on the forehead and, taking your hand in his and squeezing it, he rests his face on your head, closing his eyes and absorbing the silence, a cautious silence, full of peace and fresh air.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, closing your eyes in turn and letting yourself be lulled by the peace and serenity found. You know that everything will be fine, that even if you’ll have other fights, you will always find a way to get back to each other.

-

[forever-rogue]

If you’re taking requests, can you do 102 & 110 from the 390 prompt list for Bucky Barnes please 💛

Prompts used: 

102. "I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay."

110. "I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy...its with you."

A/N: I hope you all enjoy! 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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It was dark, filled with smoke and haze as Bucky looked around, attempting to figure out where he was. He waved his arm around trying to clear the path in front of him as his heart pounded in chest, threatening to burst through and bleed out. His mind was reeling as he tried to shut out the noise, screams, shouts, cries, and pleas that rushed to him all at once. It was so much, too much, at once and he felt like putting his hands over ears to ground himself. 

His knees felt weak and shaky as he pushed himself to move forward and make some sense of his situation. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right -

But then he heard it. And it caused him to stop dead in his tracks and stand still. It was your voice, your very distressed cry meeting his ears.

"Bucky!" 

His head whipped around so quickly it was a shock he didn't snap his own neck. Ragged breath and broken cries left his lips as he tried to make sense of where you were. He followed the trail of your voice as best as he could, pushing his way through crowds of people that were suddenly there. 

"Help me!"

Blue eyes scanned the crowd as he looked through the frantic horde. A sound of frustration bubbled up in his throat, along with acid and bile when he realized you weren't nearby.

"Bucky!"

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Bucky sat up rod straight as he tried to slow his breathing. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. At least he was safe, he realized as he grounded himself by looking around his small apartment. Refrigerator, television, table. Refrigerator, television, table. He repeated the phrase to bring himself down several times until he finally felt the panic subside. He held his tired face in his hands as he slowed and evened his breathing, reminding himself that this was all a nightmare. It wasn’t real, none of it was real - it was all a cruel ploy of his imagination. 

With a loud sigh, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and glanced at the time. 3:33. It was too early for anyone to be logically awake, but too late for even night owls. Bucky threw off his thin blanket and stretched, all of his thoughts rushing back to you. 

It was all a dream. He had to force himself to remember that. There was no reason for him to fly into a panic and come to check on you. But then again...he had the spare key to your apartment and could easily just pop in and check on you. Five minutes, he reasoned with himself, five minutes was all. In and out to ensure you were safely tucked into bed before he returned home to pretend nothing happened. He’d tell Dr. Raynor about this later. Maybe. He didn’t need her on his case even more about his nightmares and demons. 

He quickly swiped his black t-shirt off the floor and tugged it on his haste, not even bothering to change out of his grey sweaters before sliding on his shoes and grabbed his keys. He had no doubt he looked like a mad man, more mad than he even felt half the time, but he didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind right now and that was ensuring your safety. 

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When he reached your apartment, he was silent and aloof as he approached the door and looked around to see if anything was amiss; it all looked perfectly normal. Almost too normal in fact, and although the logical part of his mind knew he was overreacting, he couldn’t help but think of the worst possible things. Looking down the hallways, he made quick work of sliding his key in and quietly unlocking your door. 

Windows closed, lights off, everything put neatly away as it always was. Not a thing out of place. He shut the door behind him, remembering too late that it always creaked if you closed it at a particular angle and grimaced at the sound. Hopefully you were deep enough in sleep that you wouldn’t stir. Bucky stealthed down the hall to where he spied your open bedroom door and heard the faint sounds of the television still. 

A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he realized you’d fallen asleep while watching your favorite show; you’d had it on in the background when you’d talked to him on the phone earlier too. And then there you were, sprawled across your bed in your pajamas, mouth open ever so slightly as you snored quietly. You were okay, he told himself, very much alive and very much okay. He nodded to himself as he grabbed the remote for the television and switched it off so you’d have full peace and quiet. But for some reason that was the singular act that snapped you out of your dream sleep and you sleepily rubbed at your eyes as you moved to sit up. 

Bucky froze in terror as you yawned and opened your eyes to find him awkwardly standing there. Despite your sleepy state, you beamed at him and his heart relaxed as you held out a hands towards him, “hi Bucky. What are you doing here? ‘ts late and you should be sleeping, silly old man.”

Unable to stop, he came to you, taking your hand in his as he pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, causing you to sigh softly, “I-I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“A nightmare?” you were suddenly wide awake as you looked at him with gentle, curious eyes. You pulled him towards you, “oh Bucky, I’m so sorry, my love. Stay - come lay with me.”

“It’s late,” he reminded you, “you need to sleep and I need to go.”

‘I’m not going to be able to sleep if I worry about you for the rest of the night,” you insisted firmly, standing up in front of him, “just get into bed with me, Bucky. Let me hold and you make sure you’re okay. I love you and just like you worry about me, I worry about you.”

“You don’t-”

“Don’t even try to argue with me James Buchanan Barnes,” you insisted gently, but with bite before you pressed a kiss to his lips. He relaxed, truly relaxed for the first time that evening as he keened into your body, “let me care of you too. You deserve it, Bucky. Stay with me?”

And who was he to refuse such an enticing offer? Blue eyes met your gentle ones as he bit his lip lightly before nodding. Your hands moved to his waist as you reached for the hem of his black shirt and slowly pulled it up and over, letting him discard onto the floor. A hand rested on his chest, just above his heart as you felt it beat, steady and true, under your palm. Bucky swallowed the lump on his throat at your small act of intimacy before letting a world weary exhale. You pressed a few kisses to the bare skin of his shoulder, working your way up his neck and jaw before pausing at his lips. He kicked off his shoes before letting you guide him into your soft, warm bed; it was always a comfort, just like you.

He made himself comfortable, burrowing his way under the covers and taking up the spot he normally occupied as you rejoined him. Curling around his body, you enveloped him, making him feel small and safe, and most importantly loved. It had been a rarity for him, before you came into his life, to feel like this, but you gave and gave and gave, almost never asking for anything in return. But he always gave back, as much as he could, because to him you were everything. Everything he was not, every bit of light and love that he wished he could be. But he was learning, learning to live and love again, and for whatever reason you were there with him, never thinking twice about your decision to so openly love and care for him. 

You wrapped your arm around his waist as you rested your head against his back, but not before pressing a few more kisses to his warm, soft skin. He practically hummed in content as his restless thoughts lurched to a screeching halt.

“I know they seem real, Bucky, but they’re just nightmares. Nothing can hurt you anymore,” you whispered softly, tracing aimless shapes over his body, “you’re not him anymore, you’re you. And it’ll be okay, everything will be okay. I’ll fight off all your demons myself if I have to.”

Bucky choked up for a moment, unable to properly form any words, but you felt him nod lightly as he took your hand and laced your fingers together. You didn’t need him to say anything; you knew, you both knew. It was quiet for some time, and eventually you felt yourself start to drift off to sleep as his breathing became heavier and steadier. 

“You’ve asked me before about why I stay with you,” you whispered to what you thought was a sleeping Bucky, “and I hope you know it’s because I love you - fully, and completely, every part and parcel. I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy...its with you. Always. And even if it takes you a while to realize that, I’ll always be by your side. I’m not going anywhere, Bucky. I am yours and you are mine.”

Bucky’s eyes were wide open now as he listened to your gentle words and stared out the window at the pale moonlight. Suddenly he felt calmer, more relaxed, like he was seeing things with a sense of clarity for the first time in a long time. He swallowed the lump that had welled up in his throat. Blinking back the stinging in his eyes, he brought your hand back up to his chest holding both of your hands above his heart. How vulnerable and human he felt in that moment - how loved. 

“I love you, Bucky,” was the last thing you said once you closed your eyes.

You didn’t hear it, but if you’d been awake still, you’d have heard the gentlest I love you spill from his lips. But it was okay, because you knew. You knew.

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[savorysatori]

— SCANNING: ✯ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. ✯

“I’ve been reminiscin’, sippin’, missin’ ya.”

— SYNOPSIS. being surrounded in work, keiji hasn’t been able to make it up to his love. one night when you get fed up the work is pushed away and scattered on the floor where your clothes lay.

WARNINGS. dacryphilla (m), lil’ of selfish reader, teasing manner. oral (f), use of petnames, neglect-ion. age-gap, mention of smoking, daddy kink. praise at the end, fem!reader, dilf!akaashi, some fluff. milf!reader. slight angst, a bit of dom!reader, mention of blood.

% WORD COUNT. 2.5k.

↷author’s notes. ehehe, this was pretty fun to write! I enjoyed it a lot and I hope you all do too. annd let me not forget to say thank you to @kaijime for letting me join this collab. please checkout the other works, support them if you can!

➤ @kaijime, DILF COLLAB. <//3

“Make it up to me. Let me hear your cries.” The soft beating in his chest sped up rapidly, eyes low to see you underneath him, smile so wide and bright, it was almost blinding. And he gave you exactly what you wanted that night; him. To make up for the things he’s done.

“I didn’t forget.”

It was the night. The one night you the most had been waiting for, anticipating the wait for the clock to strike midnight, exactly. The night you went shopping just for, buying the most revealing lingerie you could find, muster up the courage to show him. The only night you could have with him without your kids in the way, the sounds of a child crying no more, they weren’t here and you could finally have the time to enjoy. The night of your sweet, sweet anniversary.

And he had forgotten.

Completely forgetting the night you both had met, gotten married, and wore the big shiny ring he had exactly picked out for you, pronouncing you as his dear wife. It was today. And the only thing you wanted was him. Dearly. It would all be made up, because you were certain things would go smoothly, once again. Like always.

Certain that the work cranking its way into his brain would vanish as soon as you walked in, alluring his attention onto you, for the night. Letting the overwhelming feeling of stress leave his body for you to be let in, soothing him with the words you both wanted to hear, letting him know that you were here and he could focus on you. Let his mind race till the thoughts turned to you, thinking of you. And no one else. Tonight was about the both of you, nothing was to interrupt.

“No, you did.”

You were enchanting. Younger, rocking the age of your late twenties, being married to someone who was much older, twice your age. Figure against the doorway of his neatly styled office, head tilted with eyes filled with the hues of anger and lust. Glimpsing at his regretful behavior; you knew. Knew he was sorry, and that’s what fueled you, made you feel good inside. You could see the desire to be in your presence, flooding through his face. You could hear the sounds of fingers firmly scratching against his scalp, in a nervous tic. A sure sign that he was anxious and worked up. You could almost feel his gaze through the thin fabric of your dress, leaving a pleasant warm sensation to the skin of your legs. You could hear his breathing hitch, as you slowly drag your nails down the center of his chest in a straight horizontal line. Smell the distinctive ichor of smoke and fresh cigarettes, mixed in a pleasingly intoxicating perfume.

You look at the man in front of you, dressed in an impeccably clean white button-up shirt with no tie, and a pair of dark slacks. His hair is slicked back from his face, and you can see the faint outline of a speck of lust in his dark-blue-covered eyes. Eyes that are looking at you in a mixture of hunger and longing. You can practically taste the desperation in his mouth, as he attempts to keep his composure. He is hurting, and you revel in every moment of it. After the countless days of feeling neglected by his act, you were the one to bring him to his knees, now. Feeling as if he only catered to his work — leaving you to deal with the cries of both your twins, feeling selfish.

Now, he is here before you. All of his anger, frustration, and need. You see it in his eyes, and you touch him to let him know how he can make it better. A gentle yet firm grab of his hand, pulling him towards you. Eyes meet, and he breathes in slowly, before you taking off his glasses, settling the tension with a kiss that felt fiery against your tongue, head swiveled with desires that was needed to be relieved. Whispers of encouragement, ensuring you.

“Fuck, ‘m so sorry.. so, sor- sorry, doll.” Keiji’s eyes looking up at you for hope. “I know.” You did. As much as you enjoyed the slip of “sorry’s” leaving his lips, that’s not what you wanted. You needed him inside of you right this minute, and you were desperate for it. The haze of your eyes cleared, and you could see the bulge in his slacks. He was sitting right in front of you, and you could practically touch his body through the thin fabric of his clothes. "Now, now, please." He pleads, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and lust. His words, and your body's instinct took over. Hooking a finger through the belt loops of his slacks, you gently tugged him closer to you. Your other hand moved to the back of his head, fingers lightly tracing his hairline as you brought his face closer to your own.

"Please, what?" You ask in a sultry tone, looking into the eyes of your husband.

"Please, let me make it better."

Your tongue darted out, licking the corner of his lips and tasting the bittersweet flavor of his saliva. He hesitated at first, as he seemed unsure of how to react. He was probably so used to getting his way. But, he didn't fight you as his hands began to roam your body. The kiss was met with your hunger. Tongues twisting and turning with one another, as the both of you tasted the vile flavor of each other's mouths. You could feel his tongue move, sliding against your questing tongue. He tasted like smoke and whisky, a scent that was all too familiar to you.

Keiji ran his hand up your thigh, to the edge of your thigh-length dress. His touch was hot and sent a jolt of electricity through your body. He moved his hand up your inner thigh, before slowly moving it down to your knee. Your hands moved from his head to his shoulders, digging into the fine hairs on his broad shoulders, as you both seemed to consume the other. His hands were impatient. Going from one place to another, stilling when the soft material of your panties rubbed up against his knuckle. He slowly, gently slid your underwear down, as you stepped out of it. You let out a gasp as the cool air hit your skin, and you felt lightheaded. Keiji's breath was hot on your neck, and he moved his lips to just below your breast — down to the curve of your hips.

Just a moment later, you felt his hot, wet tongue on your thigh, moving up towards your pussy. A shuddering sigh, pushing your head back as you felt his lips and tongue moving up your legs. You could hear his heavy breaths as he licked your thighs, his lips barely touching the sensitive skin of your folds. His wet, cold tongue ran up your pussy, almost tickling most amazing as it went over your lips, up to your clit. His lips closed around your clit, sucking on it gently as you felt your knees start to weaken. You fell forward, your hands grabbing at his head as you moaned into his ear. He giggled, before sucking your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it. He sucked on it gently, and you could feel yourself starting to fall into the abyss of bliss.

Fingernails digging into the scalp of his head, mouth agape with heavy breaths escaping from your chest. Everything was incredible, the bucking of your hips didn’t stop when the churn of your stomach flipped you to whine, knowing you were close, close to cumming in his mouth with just a flick of his tongue against your bundle of nerves. You could almost feel it crashing over your body as the feeling was beyond description. Your eyes low with a glossy cover, head hammering with the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins.

“Fuck. daddy, s’so good — ‘m gonna cum!”

You panted, barely managing to get out the words as your body shook and shuddered, hips bucking forward to feel everything at once. His mouth didn't stop, his tongue moving faster as you knew he wanted to please you, make up for the things he’s done. Mind going blank with eyes fluttered close, the warm flow traveling through you as you came with a stuttered breath — heavily, exhausted.

“Not done,” Keiji eased up from the ground, standing his full height to nudge your faltering legs open for him. “‘M gonna fuck you good, doll. Gonna let you know that I’m sorry, baby..”

You felt a deep, visceral desire to submit rising within you. It felt good to let him lead, let him open your legs for his hands to roam, part your soaked folds for something dark to stir within you, as he slowly sank into you — his thick cock breaching your tightness. He was sincere. Angling you onto your side, face against the wood exterior of his office desk, his cock his cock plunged in deep. You bit your knuckles hard enough to draw blood, as he began to fuck you slow and soft. Passive. Delicate. Showing you with heavy breaths of your name on his lips the whole time, eyes glistening from the overstimulation with tears of sincerity pelting from the swell of his rosy cheeks.

It felt so good to be taken like this. As he fucked you steadily, his breath hitching as he moaned, fucking you for all he was worth. You felt powerful, in a role reversal that you found wonderful. You felt your fingers dig into the wood of the desk as he started to speed up, pounding deep into you for your face to grimace in the act of ecstasy. It was too much. The pleasure he felt when he serviced you and when you clamped down around him had been too much for him to contain. Your attempts to contain him were in vain.

You were like a pretty drink on a sunny day, luring him in with your sweet essence contaminating his tongue. Keiji’s mind was woozy, his face puffed up from the starry tears heavy on his lashes. Cock stiff, but so so, hard to move from the way you were leading him on, he was happy to follow the rhythm you set. You could hear him whimpering, desperately holding onto the strength to keep him moving. He struggled to speak, but panted and groaned in a way that made it hard to tell what he was trying to say. “‘S my pussy, right? — it’s mine, m-mine. I know it, and I’ll show it to you, doll.” You could barely make out his words, but the tone sure was sweet. Your mouth curved into a smile as your head moved, nodding when you cranked it up to place your hand up against his cheek. “Y-Yes, daddy.. all yours.” Is what came from your lips, shaky breath with a small whine.

He was satisfied.

Keiji was pleased with your response. Palms gripping the fat of your thigh to place on his shoulder, a contented look with a sinister smile playing along on his face. You were sweet, a darling. His, to do as he pleased. You didn't know what he had planned at that moment, but you were ready to drown in the pleasures of the night. "Daddy, d-daddy! ..." you hiccuped as he fucked you, your vision going hazy. The sickeningly sweet taste of blood coated your tongue as you awaited his response. A devious smile spread across your face, as the pounding in your cunt became more intense. The wet sound of his spit and your fluids dripping into your moan peppered out as the sound of him fucking echoed in your ear. Tight... so tight... every thrust was met by a deeper, throatier scream, your hands clutching onto what they could find in his office to hang on to. He fucked you hard and fast, churning you into submission as your vision continued to narrow, each breath filling your lungs with pain mixed with the relations of pleasure. You felt something tighten inside of you, a release of sorts. The squeezing so intense that you thought you were going to shatter, as the feeling only spread from your cunt to the top of your head.

Keiji was satisfied, and so were you.

"C'mon, doll. Let's see how you take it. Let's see if your body — can take it."

Muscles tensed and relaxed, and it was just one long, pulsating wave of ecstasy. His words sent you spiraling into delirious pleasure, your mouth opening to release a whiny moan that sounded nothing like your own voice. You felt his finger trace circles against the inside of your thigh, as he bit down on your neck to leave aching hickeys. Your mouth was wide open, your babbles releasing, as you met his devilish eyes. He smiled as he gave you what you wanted, his cock throbbing within you as he bent over and bit into your neck. Keiji's rhythm was fast and wild now, his free hand clutching at your hair, as his hips slammed into you so hard that you felt like your back might break. You dug your nails into his hand and held on for dear life, reveling in the pure ecstasy of the rough, brutal fuck. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more, his eyes half-lidded and dazed. Your body tensed up, as your eyes watered and your ears pricked. He was rough but deep, and you found yourself gaping with a moan on your lips.

“Da- Daddy! just like that, t-thank you! more, m-more! please- fuck me stupid.” Your throat hoarse, managing to let out a scream for his ears to pick up on. You wanted more; more of him. So badly.

“Look at me, doll. I’ll give you want you want, just- f-fuck.. — cum for me. Cum on my cock, darling, let me see you do as I say, just f’me.” The words sent you over the edge, as you felt your womb clench around his cock. He didn't stop, didn't falter, and didn't look away as he stared deep into your eyes. He was entranced, just like you were. His shaky voice was whiny and sexy, the pounding of his hand and your own pulse allowing you no other choice but to follow his commands. The head of his cock drifting against our velvety walls till the warm sensation of both your cum’s leaked down his cock, mixing to create a thick substance, his eyes glued to the way it dripped. It was nasty but enchanting.

“Are you alright, pretty? I didn’t go too hard, right?” After the rough intercourse, he was still soft, holding a sweet spot for your pretty face.

“‘M just fine, love. And I forgive you; you truly made it up to me and that’s what I love of you.” Manicured and polished fingernails stroked against his sweaty hair, as he brought you closer to him. His lips pressed against your cheek as a new feeling replaced the one you just experienced: love. You were beautiful, a doting little wife he adored, truly, giving into your small desires with everything you had wanted. A trance of love, enchanting falls. He gave you what you want that eventful night; him.

Just what you wanted, that anniversary night.

[emerald-chaos]

Touchdown

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I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

[animeomegas]

So... another hc for little Sasuke (sorry this one became too specific, you can change it however you'd like to :)

After a rather harsh session (just cuz Itachi wanted to give that a try ) he kinda can't walk without his knees giving out the other day and while his alpha was making breakfast in bed for him and Sasuke wanted some help with his homework(or just wanted to spend time with his brother) while alpha was finally out of the room. And while Sasuke enters the room Itachi was trying to get out of the bed to check out where his alpha was, Sasuke just witnessing him collapsing and with that panic(thinking his alpha broke his big bro's legs) rushes to call mednins. And Sasuke known as a rather smart kid so mednins thinks the worst case scenarios and rushes to the house with him.

Just imagine the awkwardness when adult parties figure out what was the reason of all the panic.

(Ahh, this is the best thing ever, I love it so much, thanks for sending it in! I changed a few little bits, but I hope you still like it!)

Okay, so, Sasuke has been… annoyingly good at playing cockblock over the past month, and Itachi and his mate are a little…pent up.

But last night, Sasuke was with his team doing an overnight training exercise, and Itachi’s parents were attending a social dinner that ran late into the night.

And… well, Itachi and his mate certainly took advantage of the empty house. And all the pent up energy made both parties… kind of feral. It was a lot rougher than normal, let’s just say that.

In the morning, Itachi is predictably very sore, and his alpha offers to make breakfast in bed for them both so that Itachi can relax and recover at his own pace. Neither have anything to do today, so they could even spend the whole day in bed. (As long as Sasuke was too tired from his trip to protest violently, of course.)

So, Itachi’s alpha is downstairs whipping up some food, but Itachi’s glasses are all the way over on the dresser… And he can’t read the book he wants to read. Well, they’re only a few metres away, Itachi should be able to grab them just fine.

Itachi scoots to the edge of the bed and then pushes himself to his feet, just in time for Sasuke to come barrelling into the room with no warning.

…

“Ugh,” Itachi grunts, legs giving out as he collapses onto the ground.

Sasuke, having come in just fast enough to see it happen, gasps and runs forward towards Itachi as fast as possible. His brother is hurt! Wait… Where is his alpha? They…They hurt him, didn’t they?!?! Did they break his legs?!

“Brother! I told you this would happen!” Sasuke shouts, already on the verge of tears because he wasn’t there to protect his older brother. “Mother! Father! Come quick, Itachi’s hurt!!”

“Sasuke! Quiet!” Itachi hisses, very aware that he’s currently half collapsed on the floor, only wearing a long T-shirt. “I’m fine, get out of my room and don’t barge in without knocking!”

“But-But-“ Sasuke blubbers, stepping closer. “But they hurt you! You have bruises everywhere! How can you defend them like this! You’re not fine!”

Itachi blushes a bright, humiliated red as Sasuke points out all the ah… marks… on his skin. He starts trying to climb back onto the bed, holding down the shirt to preserve what’s left of his modesty.

And then things go from bad to worse.

His parents’ footsteps come racing down the hall. Sasuke must have woken them up with his screaming.

Itachi thinks that death might be the best option right now.

“Mother! Father! That evil person! I told you! They hurt Itachi!” Sasuke cries, latching himself onto his mother’s dressing gown. “He can’t walk and he’s covered in bruises.”

Itachi can do nothing but watch as both their gazes scan him from head to toe. The ‘bruises’, the fact he can’t walk, the state of undress, the fact that the house was empty last night… They’re not stupid. He can see that they’ve figured it out. Itachi can’t think of a more humiliating situation than this.

His mother looks torn between amused and horrified, and his father looks like he’s seen a ghost and is about to faint any moment. All Itachi can do is avoid their eyes and hold his T-shirt down as far as he can between his legs.

The awkward silence is broken by the arrival of his alpha.

“Hey, what’s going on up here?” their voice cuts through Itachi’s wishes for death and brings him back to the present. “Itachi?”

He watches them enter the room, breakfast tray in hand and survey the situation. They quickly slide the tray onto their side of the bed and hurry over to Itachi, slipping off their dressing gown as they go and draping it over him so cover him.

Itachi doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to see a dressing gown, and he slips it on as fast as he can.

“Don’t touch him!” Sasuke’s voice interrupts them. “I’ll never let you touch my brother again!”

Sasuke immediately launches into an attack against Itachi’s alpha. Thankfully, there’s no way his alpha would lose to a newly minted genin, and they easily manage to defend themselves without hurting him.

“Sasuke! Stop it!” Itachi orders, finally finding his voice. “They didn’t do anything wrong, you’re being ridiculous!”

“No!” Sasuke argues, still kicking at Itachi’s alpha. “Iruka sensei said that, even if you’re in a relationship with someone, they aren’t allowed to hurt you because it’s still illegal!”

“I promise I didn’t hurt your brother, Sasuke, please calm down,” they try to diffuse the situation.

“No! I-“

“Enough!” Fugaku roars, clamping a hand down on Sasuke’s arm. Some colour had returned to his face by this point, but he still pointedly avoids looking in Itachi’s direction. “No fighting in the house. Go to your room and stop bothering your brother.”

“But-“

“No buts,” Fugaku pulls Sasuke out of the door despite his fighting. “And you two," he turns his attention on to Itachi and his alpha when Sasuke has been successfully removed from the room. “If he starts asking questions, you will be the one to explain it to him.”

He leaves, and Mikoto follows behind him, shutting the door, but not before shooting Itachi a wink.

This is the worst day of his life.

The door slams shut and there’s silence again.

Itachi’s alpha gingerly lifts Itachi off of the floor and back onto the bed now that the spectators had left.

“Do you think if you hit me very hard, I’ll forget this ever happened?” Itachi asks, burying his glowing red face in his hands.

“If I hit you that hard, Sasuke would have a point, and we can’t let that happen,” Itachi’s alpha replies mildly, slipping into bed beside their mate.

“I feel so humiliated,” Itachi whispers, moving his face from his hands and burying it in his alpha’s shoulder instead.

“I know,” his alpha whispers, face pulling into a small frown. “But it’s okay, we didn’t do anything wrong. Your father has been asking for grandchildren lately, so he has no room to complain, and your mother didn’t seem to mind.”

“That’s worse,” Itachi groans. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Okay,” they agree, stroking his hair idly. “Have something to eat, you’ll feel better.”

[winchesterxxi]

Urges of the Subconscious (Din Djarin x Reader) | PART 1

Gif by @keanurevees​

Rating: E (Explicit)

Type: Smut

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Stationed in Tatooine for the night, courtesy of Peli Motto, you and Din are forced to share a room. Thinking that it was more than obvious that the two of you weren’t together, you both expected to find two separate beds - that didn’t quite happen. Sleeping next to the person you’ve been having dreams about for a while now leads to some unconscious shuffling closer to each other - culminating in quite the interesting morning.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: One bed trope, SMUT (wet dream, rubbing, blindfold, nipple play/breast play, fingering)

A/N: I haven’t written for Din in so long, god, I missed my favorite bucket-head. This is also a long one because my gears are oiled and working, so bear with me. Also, part 2? 👀

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When Din had told you that there was a fault in the differential and exhaust manifold of the Razor, you knew that meant a trip down to Tattooine. You weren’t particularly excited about it – the scorching hot weather mixed with the sandy landscape always made you feel gross and heavy, sensations that you weren’t particularly fond of.

The child on the other hand, at the mention of a need for repairs, cooed in excitement, eager to encounter his adored Peli Motto, who he seems to have absolutely smitten. Nothing wrong with that, in fact, it was nice to see the kid being in someone else’s arms without fearing for his life.

Down on the rocky ground in front of her secluded shop, Peli looks up at the shadow that suddenly allocated itself in front of the sun, only to adjust her vision and catch the Razor Crest slowly descending closer, until its landing skids contacted the red ground and the large cargo ramp started to lower itself.

Into her vision came what she secretly nicknamed as “The Space Family”: You, with the baby in your left arm, and the imponent Mandalorian just a couple of feet behind, a gothic painting, some would say one that was slowly making their way towards her.

“We brought the Child!” You amusingly exclaimed, grinning as her smile immediately grew and the child was already trying to wiggle out of your embrace.

“Easy there!” she exclaimed as the child cooed and babbled in her arms, content with the reunion

“How much do you want for it?” she asks you “Just kidding. But not really.”

“The kid’s still not for sale. But I have a few repairs that need to be done.” Din intervenes. You know he isn’t being purposefully stern, but the man could sure use some lessons on loosening up and being able to understand a joke.

“Always a pleasure to talk with you, Mandalorian.” Peli greets with an expressionlessly sarcastic face that falls upon her as soon as she looks up from the child  “Point me in the direction.”

After a close inspection alongside the Mandalorian, they both returned to where you and the child stood before he reached for Peli once again and you laughed at his tiny attachment problem.

“ I can get you out of here tomorrow at around noon.”

“Noon? Peli, we can’t stay overnight. People need us.”

“People can wait. Can’t they?” She asks the question in a higher-pitched voice directed towards the kid who she bops in the nose before turning back to you and Din. “And sure you can! There’s a small holsterly just a few miles down the sand, an hour walk and you’ll be fine.”

“We only have credits for the maintenance.” Says Din from your right side.

Peli is about to throw a quick answer, as she always does, but something stops her. She closes her mouth and looks down at Grogu, who happily jiggles the tiny ball between his fingers. She smirks and looks up at you two again, adjusting the kid in her embrace.

“Tell you what. You let me take care of the kid for the night, you two go and have some rest, Maker knows you need it… and the maintenance is on me.”

“We’re not leaving –“ the Mandalorian starts but you quickly cut him off, placing a firm hand on his whistling bird, settling him.

“Deal.”

“Wh- What?” He shakes his helmet in your direction.

“Come on.” You tug him along your side, heavy beskar boots reluctant to move, as you wave back at Grogu and Peli who is smiling like two children who will, more than definitely, be up to no good in the following hours.

But he knows better than to make a scene with you when you are playing nice. So he waits until the pair that was left behind to be out of sight to pull you by your elbow to face him.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“No, but we are almost out of credits.” You reason with him, picking up on his sentence. “Din, she did a nice thing… not all people are out to get you.” Your voice is calm, and it takes all of your strength not to reach out and touch him, maybe caress the helmet of his cheek, or his hand. But he’s who he is, and you don’t want to cross any lines.

His towering figure lets go of your elbow and he walks ahead through the sand, talking over his shoulder.

“This is the first and last time we’re doing this.”

You grin and bit your bottom lip behind him, feeling victorious from having him wrapped around your finger in situations like this, before speeding your own stride to catch up to him, feeling the heat reflected on his beskar hit your skin.

It was a small inn, there was no doubt, more like a one night resting home for the looks of it, the offer ranging little above a few sleeping quarters along a hall and a shared bathroom at the end of it.

Once unlocking the wooden door, you and Din stepped into the now moonlit room, which ended up being more spacious than anticipated.

With Din closing the door and locking it once again, your eyes scan around the carved walls and the big window, the tapestry on the floor and then – the bed. The only bed. Not even a couch on the other end of the room. Only a bed.

Din seems to have noticed it too as you feel him come to a halt right behind you, helmet turning to scan the room.

“Why would they give us only one bed? I specifically said it was a two people bedroom.” You can feel his aggrieved tone sip through the helmet, frustrated with the situation.

“Two people. Not two beds.” You scoff and he looks at you, causing you to look away and avert your smile from his field of vision – how unskilled Din was with such mundane tasks always amused you. “I’m afraid this one’s on you Din Djarin.”

You walk over to the bed and start to peel the layers of your leather uniform, down to your undershirt and panties.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Din asks you, turning his helmet away once his helmet falls upon your bare legs.

“Getting to bed. You should too.” You state in a deadpan voice, before sliding your legs underneath the cotton sheet and laying your head in the fluffy pillow – something you haven’t had in months.

“No, yeah, I can see that! But I-… do you… Are you…?” he stumbles over his words, awkwardly still standing in the middle of the room at the bottom of the bed.

“Din, rest. Come on, it’s not every day you have a real bed to lay on.” The man huffs and walks over to your opposite side of the bed, before pulling the covers back, getting ready to seat down, before you shoot up on your elbow.

“Aren’t you going to take the armour off?”

“Why would I? Hostile planet, unknown people sleeping next door. Peli might contact us at any minute.” He has a big list of reasons, and he could more than definitely go on, but something in the way you are looking at him through the visor stops him.

“Din. Nothing bad is going to happen for one night.” Your eyes were honest and they pierced his soul melting his insides and kicking his usual hunter instinct out the window.

Not being able to resist, he drops his shoulders and sighs, before reaching for his chest pauldron and unclasping it while you grin victoriously.

“The helmet stays on.” He warns you, while pieces upon pieces of beskar and leather fall to the ground, placed against the foot of the bed until he is in nothing besides his fitted undersuit and beskar helmet.

Reaching for the covers once again, Din finally sleeps into the bed and as soon as his back hits the mattress he releases a quiet grown and you chuckle.

“Better?” you ask him, face turned his way and cocking your eyebrow up.

“Better.” This time, to your surprise, he’s the one that chuckles, the vibration of the modulated sound going straight to your stomach.

“Goodnight Din.” You whisper, turning your back to him and placing your body in your preferred position to sleep. With one look at you, the only nothing he can now see is the moonlit outline of your curves as your ribcage rises and falls at the rhythm of your quiet breath.

He’d be damned if anything happened to you. For as paranoid as he was the possibility of someone breaking in at the dead of the night and harming you, stopped him from turning his back to you and instead, settling with his chest up to the ceiling, helmet turned in your direction.

“Goodnight.”

For the first time in Maker knows how long, both you and Din managed to sleep during a full night with no sudden wake up calls or alarms beeping around. It was nice, he had to admit. So nice, that his body got a little too comfortable, his hands in his slumber reaching for your body and your own figure, unconsciously draw to his embrace let itself be held by him during the long hours of the dark – none of you being aware of such.

But somewhere along that time, in the wee small hours of the morning, your body rotated in his arms, back to his slowly moving chest and his hands, unbothered, had to keep touching you, they had to make sure you were there, hence gently palming your right boob.

It wasn’t until you felt an involuntary squeeze of his bare hands against your tunic, a definite sleep spasm that you were pulled awake and made aware of the situation.

Heat flooded your whole body once you realized the compromising position you both found yourselves in. Gently humming Din’s name, you don’t dare to move his arm, being very aware of his hunter instincts.

“Din.” You repeat again, this time louder and the man behind you hums. At the same time as the sound leaves his lungs, his fingers squeeze yet again. You suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip, preventing any sort of moan from escaping.

Din groans once, the sleep still gripping his system but he must’ve soon realized where his hand was, forearm trapped beneath your weight as he quickly pulls it away, sitting up straight in the bed.

“Kriff. I’m so sorry, I didn’t intend to-“ His chest is rising and lowering heavy, and you can see a hint of the red skin that heats on his neck and upper chest.

“It’s alright, I know.”

A heavy silence hangs in the air, you having since sat up in bed, back against the headboard, only your breathings and and heavy tension floating in the air. You were pretty sure your cheeks were still pink, as they still felt hot.

“I don’t want you to think that I wanted to do anything to you. I would never.” He says, coming off harsher than intended. It’s not that he didn’t want to be with you, Maker, he did, he had fallen head over heels a long time ago… But, maybe you didn’t feel that way. You were too good for him, anyway. A puddle of light in his life that he didn’t want to corrupt with his own being.

“Would it be so bad?” You whisper, afraid that he really didn’t want anything to do with you, slightly hurt by the words he’d just said.

Silence remains and you look to your side only to find the beskar helmet turning in your direction, your hopeful eyes and hung mouth pleading for a genuine answer.

Feeling bold, you reach for his bare hand that rested against the mattress and hold it up to where it was before and he is silently following your actions, but you can feel his muscles tensing at your actions.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” His voice is strained as he looks away but dares not to move his hand.

“Din. Please.” You whisper in a broken voice and that’s all it takes for his helmet to return to face you.

“If I start, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.”

There is a moment there. One of silence, but that was heavy with unsaid words. A look into your eyes was all it took him to pull your hips gently down and lay you back on the soft mattress while his body shifted to be above you.

His rough fingers gently tugged at one of the straps of your tunic before pulling it down and off your arm, same as with the other one that followed, leaving the thin fabric still splayed over your chest, from where he could now see the hard buds straining through.

Your breathing deepened and you could feel heat pool at your core, shifting your thighs closer together, an action that didn’t go unnoticed to the masked man above you as your knees brushed his crotch.

“Mesh’la.” He whispers, looking down your body, his erection pressing against the fabric of his confined pants.

Putting all of his weight on his elbows, the Mandalorian slides the fabric of your tunic down, revealing your swollen breasts, courtesy of the arousal he was fabricating in you. His fists curled at the sudden need that he had, one that he couldn’t fulfil if there was the possibility of you seeing his face.

Sitting back on his knees, he reaches out to the floor on his side of the bed, where he remembers to have discarded his armour and other layers the night before. When he sits back up, you can see that he is holding one of his undershirts, the one that went directly under the leather layer, made of a soft black fabric.

He motions it towards your head as if asking for permission to put it around your head and all you can do is nod while bitting your bottom lip, eager to give in to the pleasure he intended to deliver.

You lift your head from where it was resting against the pillow and his gentle hands tie the fabric around your eyes, making sure that it was tight enough for it not to slip, but not too much so that it would hurt you.

In the darkness that you found yourself surrounded by, all your other senses tingled in anticipation, especially your touch and hearing as from somewhere lower above you, a hissing sound filled the air, followed by that of metal being placed on wood.

Still sitting on his knees, his eyes could now see you in all of your glory, without the darkening of the helmet. And you were a sight to behold. Hair splayed around your head on the pillow, lips parted in anticipation, breasts aching for him. To the latter he gave in first, lowering himself to attach his lips to your left nipple, his breath fanning over it for a moment before diving in.

You suck in a sharp breath and moan at his action, while one of his hands finds your free nipple, not wanting it to go unattended.

“Din, that feels so good.” Your head lifts up and then drops with a small thud against the pillow taking in shallow and quick breaths as his fingers and tongue continued to tease your sensitive buds.

His mouth and hands were equally skilled, the latter, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, as quick jolts of pain and pleasure rushed through every nerve in your body.

He stayed there for a long time, switching sides every now and then, mouth sucking and tongue lapping and brushing against your nipples.

He sucked and moaned around it every time his tongue stroked the tip of your nipple and your hands fumbled between grabbing the sheets below you or his soft hair, body arching up wanting more. More of him, more of that sensation, just more.

With your tunic still draped over your torso the one hand of Din’s that wasn’t supporting his weight travels down to your core, thick fingers brushing against your clit and soon after trailing a path up your dripping slit, moaning when his digits became wet.

“Did that make you wet, cyar’ika? You like it when I play with your nipples?” his husky voice sent waves of arousal up your body.

“Yes, Din, you’re so good at it, please.” You reach your hand down to palm at his erection “I need you, please.”

Gently he grabs your hand from his crotch and places it down next to your head. “Next time. We need to get going in a few if we don’t want to burn under the midday sun. But I can still make you feel good.”

You moaned at his willingness to prioritize your pleasure over his, going as far as denying himself of an orgasm at this crucial moment, which would have him frustrated until the next time you could be alone together again.

His lips return to your nipples and, at the same time, he slides two digits inside your aching cunt, the warmth and clenching around his skin making him whimper around your nipple, making the pleasure skyrocket on your part.

The outer rim of his free hand now rested against the mound that was free from his mouth’s hold, as his middle finger flicked up and down against the tip of your nipple, making you cry out in pleasure as it synched perfectly with his ministrations against and inside your core.

It was all too much, and tears pooled at the outer corners of your eyes, leaving an eventual wet trail behind as they ran down your cheeks, until being soaked by his shirt that rested around your eyes.

Your body convulsed under his frame, arching against him as a wave of white pleasure washing over you like never before, the joined ecstasy of his two places of stimulation pushing you with full force over the edge you were chasing.

Din rode your high until he felt you could no more, never for once slowing his movement in between your legs as your cum dripped down his fingers and into his palm, and making the most of your sensitive nipples by bringing both your breasts together with his large hand, positioning them in a way that both nipples were almost touching, allowing him to lick and suck at the two simultaneously.

Once your body is spent and limp, chest rising and falling trying to catch your breath and trying to drive some oxygen up to your brain as you felt like being high, Mando finally lifts his face up to your own and, for the first time lets his lips latch onto something other than your chest. The kiss is deep and wet, his tongue roaming your lips before exploring your mouth.

Din then sits back up on his knees, chuckling as your head followed his once your lips parted, not wanting to separate just yet.

His bare hand reaches to the side table where he’d laid the helmet and puts it back on, coming away from straddling you and rather returning to his side of the bed, pulling you in by your waist to his side and sliding the shirt up from around your eyes

He watches you smile, still in the aftereffects of your orgasm.

“Hey.” You muse up at him.

“Hey.” He answers, the helmet preventing you from seeing the lopsided smile that adorned his beautiful face.

“That was…”

“I know.” He completes your thought.

“Was it so bad, after all?” You close your eyes as the question leaves your lips, the exhaustion of this morning activity starting to wash over you.

“Not even close.”

As if on cue, the first ray of sunshine makes its way through the window glass and you know that it means you need to get dressed and out of this place. Din notices it as well, patting your side before slinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.

“Come one, mesh’la. We need to go.”

“I know.” You groan up to the air. “But this is so comfortable.”

“The faster we get there, the faster we can go into the Razor and the closer we are to putting Grogu asleep.” He tells you, hands on his hips, a teasing tone on his voice and damn it, he got you good.

“I hate that you know me so well.” You huff with a smile, crawling up to his side of the bed so that you’re on your knees on top of the mattress, still, he towers over you.

“Can’t wait to know all of you.” He whispers as his helmet comes closer down your face and his hands travel to your waist. He then gives it a little squeeze before patting your ass. “Come on now, let’s go. I have a feeling someone is waiting to make grabby hands at us.”

“I was about to say you have a stationed ship waiting to take off, but I’m glad to see you have your priorities straight.” You muse over your shoulder, walking to the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.

As you go, Din stays behind adoring the view of your hips swaying and ass jiggling as you walk.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

He really couldn’t wait to know all of you.

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