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ahsxual · 9 months ago

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Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that <33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

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viperixsworld · 11 months ago

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GUTS, luke castellan x oc(prologue)

summary: where an aphordite daugther falls for this lying hermes boy.

disclaimer: english is not my firt language.

We don't get to choose who we fall in love with.

Arianne knew that. She believed it to her core. Love was something magical and illogical. Her own father, said it when he told her about her mom. Apparently, she was a beautiful young woman that crossed paths with Nicholas Deveraux (her father) during his travels in Europe before officially settle down in the family business in Chicago.

Everyone expected that Nicholas would come back from Europe with a bad tan and a few souvenirs, not a freaking newborn baby daugther.

Nicholas was a loving father, but not a really smart man. That is It's one of the reasons she didn't question when a man showed up at her Chicago home, offering her only daughter a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school.

Arianne came to camp half-blood when she was thirteen years old. After some encounters with several monsters, Chiron himself went to her doorstep in Chicago to get her to camp.

Nevertheless, during her arrival there was an incident. An incident involving three more demigod, a satire and a cyclops.

Arianne was claimed a few weeks after the attack, same as the two demigos that survived. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, and Annabeth Chase, daugther of Atenea.

And let me tell you, Arianne Deveraux didn't choose to fall for the son of the Traveler. It was fate, or maybe was her mother ? She wasn't really sure. They started off as friends, adapting to camp at same time, being the same age, having the same friends.

Arianne was a nice, generous and beautiful girl, she was the perfect definition of an Aphordite daugther. Everyone that knew her personally (and even those who didn't) held her close to their hearts. Knowing that if you had to trust someone, you could trust Arianne Deveraux.

It was also a flaw, being the goodie older sister of Camp Half-blood.

At sixteen, she was named captain of Aphordite cabin. At the same time, Luke Castellan was named captain of Hermes cabin. They started to spend more time together, attending bonefire together, sparring together... Then the gifts started, Luke liked how her eyes would shine everytime she opened a present, no matter how stupid or simple. He would get her little details, It was his way of showing love, his love language, and her siblings would beg her to ask Luke to please, please, get them things for the cabin.

On the othet hand, Arianne would be (even without her knowing) the best of the presents for Luke. She was kind and beautiful, and gave him all the attetion he craved. And even Annabeth liked her, and would let her do her hair when she was tired. She was a part of their little, broken family.

Sometimes, Ari would cover up for Luke, when he sneak out to get things for other half-bloods and for himself. Like a PlayStation or some chess board for Annabeth, or his little presents for Ari.

Sometimes, Luke would sneak her in the Big House, to use the phone to talk to her father.

Every friday night, the would sit in the shore of the lake, to talk about everything or to be completly silent. Every time the scar on Luke's face hurt, Ari would stay by his side and try to ease the pain. Every time Ari felt like the stress of carring everyones problems and her owns, Luke was there to relieve her.

They were partners in crime, always there for each other.

That, until an enemy emerges from the shadows and resentment.

That, until one betrays the other.

Until Arianne Deveraux feels love and hate in her guts.

#luke castellan x oc #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo show #pjo series #pjo #luke castellan #arianne deveraux

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ratcash-wasgud · 11 months ago

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Heeyyy!! Lol, sorry if this came out a little short, I didn't have much time. Plus I'm sorry if I'm doing this incorrectly, i'm still very new to tumblr. Also, this one will have sugestive themes (not flat out smut lmao), so watch out if you're not comfortable with those. And sorry for the possible spelling mistakes too lol

Like swimming in the sunset /part two/

Mizu felt an aching in her head when her eyes opened once again, one she grew quite familiar with over her journey. She reached for her sword out of instinct, but it wasn't at her hip. She tried sitting up quickly, maybe even too quickly as a sharp pain striked into her side. Her vision was blurry as she glanced around the room, and took in it's emptiness. A sudden bitter, but kind of calming feeling washed over her as she recognized the room she grew up in. It was the same, which made a small tinge of relief awaken in her heart. She noticed her sword was lying next to the futon she was sitting on, and quickly gripped it as she weakly stood up and stumbled out of the house. Outside, she was met with Taigen chatting with...a familiar figure.

You.

Mizu felt a pang in her chest. It was...strange, seeing you after so long. Question flood through her head. First off, you were alive, which made her feel relieved, but on the other hand...she hasn't seen you for years, and she knows how people change. She remembers how you were, but are you still that kid she grew so close to? She stood there for a couple moments before Taigen notcied her and gave her a scoff. You turned in her direction too, and for the first time in so long, Mizu felt...nervous. She felt the tips of her fingers numbing, her blood pumping slightly, and she had to gulp. When you saw her your lips curled into a small smile...a sweet one. That same smile that brightened her days all those years ago.

You looked different. Your features matured, your skin had a different tint from the sunlight, your form grew taller and your eyes...well, those stayed very familiar to Mizu. Warm...they were still warm.

"Mizu," You stepped forward and said gently. Your voice changed a little bit too, and even though it shouldn't have surprised her, you grew up, it did. "You woke up. What a relief." You said, putting your weight onto one leg, and a lighthearted smile. Mizu just lowered her gaze and shrugged a little.

"You need more to take me down." She said and she stepped forwad, which you rewarded with a small chuckle. She took a better look at what you two were doing, and it seemed like you were about to light a campfire. There were coal stains on your fingers...the same fingers she never let do hard work back in the day... and there were stains on Taigen's haori too, on his shoulder...was it because you touched his shoulder? Was it affectionately, or was it a playful bump? Did you smiled at him as you did it? Was is the sweet smile she always gets?

Mizu had to shake her head to shoo those thoughs away. Was she so overwhelmed to get lost in details like this? She never thought like this, so why now...

"Taigen told me he knew you when you were small." You say with a small smile, and shoot Taigen an eye roll. Mizu shrudders at this. Like Taigen would ever talk about her with compassion, and just the thought of the you hearing that spiteful talk that came out of his mouth about her...Mizu clenched her teeth as she showed both of you aside to crouch down and start lighting the campfire.

You softly sighed, and crouched next to her, and after reaching into your kimono, you opened your palm to her, revealing...a piece of candy. This flooded Mizu's mind with memories of you and her sharing candy, and the fact that candy was the reason she managed to "reconcile" with you when you two were kids. She cracked a half smile and took the candy, popping it into her mouth.

Taigen broke the moment with a clearing of his throat. "I...am also glad you woke up. I was starting to expect you died or something." He says, but not maliciously this time...it was even a little playful. "I need you in the best condition, so that I can beat you with honor." He says and he scoffs, and Mizu just rolls her eyes in response but she herself cracks a small smile. As Taigen busies himself with cutting wood, Mizu takes a deep breath and speaks up.

"I thought you were dead." She says, deadpan. This draws a bitter smile from you.

"I thought I was gonna die too." You say softly, like it's no bid deal. Like the whole thing didn't ruin her years. "But now I'm here." You say, moving your gaze to the sparks flying between Mizu's hand she lights the fire. You hear her sigh again. "You're just as grumpy as I remember." You try to joke, in hopes of lighting the mood.

"When did you get back?" She asks, unfazed by your attempt.

"When I arrived Grandpa Eiji told me that you just left, and that could mean anything." You say lightheartedly. It came to Mizu's attention that you took things more easy now. You haven't puffed, or shied away. "He told me you went on a quest. Honestly I was quite happy." You say, as you sit down in the cold grass, because your knees went tired from crouching.

Happy? Mizu's eyes squinted at her own hands. Why were you happy that she left? Were you relieved that you didn't have to face her? Did you want her to keep believing that you're dead?

"I knew you went on to calm something inside you. I always thought that you will one day, so I was relieved I wasn't there for the bitter goodbyes." You says, her smile softening into something genuine.

At that, Mizu cracked a smile. "If you would've been there, you would've begged me to stay." She says, glancing at you, and the gilnt in her eyes is a little smug. Almost cocky.

"Maybe." You shrug. "But I know your quest is not done." You sigh and lean back on your arms, looking at the sky, which is uncommonly clear. "You will leave once again, won't you?"

Mizu looks back at her hands, and blows on the sparks, giving life to the fire. After some moments of silence, she speaks up, stoic once more. "I have to. I will not rest until I finish what I started."

You snicker. "Yeah, I know that. You're as stubborn as ever." You say, playfully tapping her knee with yours. "But that's alright. You'll survive, and then you'll come back." You say confidently.

"I will?" It slips out from Mizu's lips withouth thinking.

"You will." You answer withouth hesitation. "After all," You start as your eyes meet hers. "They need much more to take you down."

That draws a small smile from Mizu, one you return. The following moments are spent with you and her just looking at eachother, and all she sees is your smile. It's a vulnerable moment for Mizu, something she always manages to avoid, but something is different now. She feels...something fluttering inside her. Something she felt long ago once, when she was by Mikio's side, but...this cannot be the same. Even if you don't know that, she is a woman, just like you. You were her family back in the day, almost like a sister so why...why is she longing to feel your touch so suddenly?

Sure, she always liked to be near you, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, since you were the first kid to be nice to her, and her first ever friend. Does she feel for you as she'd feel for a true friend? Not like she'd ever know how to feel for a true friend, this is her first time, but...it still bothers her. You move in and out of her life on a whim, how does she know she will see you again once you get out of her sight once more? And she remembers where that fluttering feeling took her when she had a husband, so it wouldn't be wise to embrace it again. You probably won't even return it, since even if you did...you would be for the man she's pretending to be.

And she's pulled out of her train of thought when you stand up from next to her. "Your friend is nice." You say suddenly, wanting to change the topic. Mizu's brows furrow. "You mean Taigen?" She asks, scoffing.

"No, no. Ringo." You say with a chuckle. "He's very skilled. He helped me make dinner yesterday, and he is currently chopping vegetables for today's meal." You say, nudging your head towards Ringo, who is chopping vegetables on a log. That leaves a bitter taste in Mizu's mouth, remembering how Ringo is still mad at her...or even hates her entirely. "Yeah...he's useful." She murmurs, and goes to throw wood at the fire while glancing at your form as you walk away. She sees you kneel beside him and show him how to peal carrots in a more efficent way, and she...isn't sure how to feel.

Mizu expected almost everything at this point in her journey, but the last thing she thought will happen...is that she'll be in war with her own emotions.

She spends the rest of the day quietly, just...watching things happen in silence. She sees Taigen sitting next to you at dinner, and how you two giggle together. She hates seeing it. It's not like she hates seeing you giggle, she just...hates seeing you giggle with him. Taigen is a moron, why can't you see that? Plus, you only known him for like a day and a half so...why are you talking to him, not Mizu, the one who's your actualy childhood friend?

The next day, after staring at her broken sword for a couple minutes, and thinking about how to ask Eiji to help her make a new one, she heads outside, and she sees you with Ringo. You're making new bands for his stumps, so he could hold things better, and she sees you smiling at him softly as you do. You're caring, that one she knew ever since she was 13 years old...but for some reason, she thought you were only this caring towards her. It burns her insides seeing you act so sweet towards others...men, to be specific. Mizu knows you also see her as a man, but knowing you're also this tender with people who could actually be love interests in your life...people who'd be normal if you wanted to marry, or...people who could possibly please you...it's eating Mizu alive for some reason.

She can't be acting like this, she needs to cool her head. So, she decides to go and have a bath.

There is a warm water source near by, one she used to visit a lot when she was a child. She heads there, and before making sure that nobody is near, she slips out of her clothes and submerges her body into the water. She feels her wounds sting for a minute, but she quickly gets used to it, and leans back against a rock. It's peaceful. She looks down at her wounds, and they're treated nicely. The deep ones are swen together, and the burns are bandaged with care. She knows this a work of your hand, you probbaly did it while she was unconcious...you always treated her this softly when you were kids too.

As she sits there, her eyes slowly fluttering closed, she suddenly sees you behind her eyelids. How would it be like if you were here with her? She never saw your...body before. Do you have scars on your delicate skin? Do you have birthmarks on your back?

Is your skin as soft as she imagines it to be? How would it feel if you...touched her, with that precious hand of yours? Maybe...maybe you'd slowly glide your hand along her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbones...Maybe you'd pay close attention to her scars, and caress them one by one, trace them with your fingertips. Maybe you'd even place your soft lips on one of them... Mizu shivers. She feels so...wrong thinking about this, but it's certainly hard to stop. She hates it that even just this mental image makes her a little happy.

Her imagination forces even more pictures about you into her head, no matter how much she tries to protest. She sees you slowly moving closer, placing yourself in her lap as you two sit in the water. Oh, how nicely you'd fit there...and how soft you'd feel. She'd place her hands on your waist, maybe even let them slip lower to your hips and thighs as you'd play with her hair and push your body against hers, your breasts meeting hers while her hands would circle around your thighs, slowly finding-

Mizu sugmerges her face and lets out a loud scream into the water. What is she even doing? How could she let herself sink this low? Oh, she can just see the look on your face if you'd ever found out about her thinking like this...you'd be utterly disgusted! She needs to be rid of these thoughs anyways, she needs to snap her mind back to her quest. She'll leave this place as soon as her wounds heal, so it would be foolish to get comfortable here...even if it's temping.

But now, she has something that will motivate her to actually come back from her journey one day.

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wosowrites · 1 year ago

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Little Does He Know (Gio Queiroz x Reader)

warnings: homophobia, abusive behaviour. implied smut and light smut

a/n: based off this request here also I know Gio is dating or dated some blonde guy and for the story hes abusive okayyy. also... FAV FIC omg

prompt: in which gio is too scared to come out so she hooks up with the reader behind her boyfriends back and has been doing this for months.

Four months ago you had woken up in your own bed, like every morning. The only difference was that the sheets had fallen off the bed, and there was a naked girl next to you. She was lying other front, the corner of the sheet over her lower body, exposing her back and sides to you. But it wasn't just a girl. It was Gio. Gio who called herself straight, Gio who had a crush on Michael B. Jordan. Gio who had a boyfriend... and Gio who had just had the best sex of her life with you.

That morning, four months ago, you had woken her up by tracing your fingers over the curve in her back, and then down her sides to the exposed part of her breast. She was perfect. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and her head was turned away from you. You never wanted to leave her, you just wanted to watch her sleep, and rejoice in the fact that she was yours. But she wasn't. She was also her boyfriends, and that just made you mad.

When she woke up, she flipped over onto her back, leaving her body visible for you. You remember inhaling sharply at that sight and then laying your head on her chest.

The rest was history.

Almost every single night after training, Gio was at your apartment. You hooked up, yes, but you also cooked for her, watched shows with her, and teased her by undressing yourself as she was on the phone with her boyfriend, reassuring him that she was just finishing up helping you move things around in your apartment, or some other excuse for not being home with him. Because that wasn't her home anymore. Your apartment was. You were home.

But she had to leave most nights, and the mornings where you woke up without her in your bed were the mornings where you wanted to find David, Gio's boyfriend, and tell him about all the nights with Gio. Tell him about all the things she said to you, all the looks she gave you and all the sounds she made for you. But instead, you put on your kit and went to training, looking forward to brining her back home. To her real home.

Now, four months later, the same scenario had just happened. Gio had lied to David, telling him that she would be spending the night with all of the Arsenal girls for a team bonding activity. But David didn't care. He would be drunk anyways.

Two months into your hookup, you had told Gio to leave Jacob. And she had told you how badly she wanted too but although she wouldn't admit it, he was borderline abusive. Never violent, but emotionally horrific. So you got even more protective. Driving her to and from practices, picking her up from her apartment with David whenever you could and then brining her back on the nights she didn't stay in bed with you till the sunrise. She didn't leave him but she might as well had.

You always woke up before Gio, but today was different. You basked in the May sunshine coming through your window, and when you turned over to put your body on top of the Brazilian, she wasn't there. You stood up quickly, fear of not having her by your side consuming you although you weren't sure why. You slipped on a pink tee shirt of hers over your naked body, not bothering for underwear before rushing out of the bedroom.

You opened the door swiftly, sending it flying against the wall before rushing through the small hallway leading to the main area. "Giovana!" You exhaled, relieved at the sight of her in your kitchen making coffee. "Hola bébé, qué pasa?" she asked, abandoning the coffee she was making and rushing over to you. She placed her hands on your waist and looked into your eyes as though she would find the answer to your panic in your orbs. "You weren't next to me when I woke up. I don't like that," you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

Gio's hands ran up and down your back, keeping you close to her before travelling to your cheeks so she could move your head to let her look at you. "You scared David came and took me in the middle of the night?" she teased, making you blush and smirk. "Would I be pathetic if I said yes," you said to her, pushing a loose wave away from her eye and tucking it behind her ear. You ran the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone as she answered you. "No, you would be adorable, and beautiful, and I would love you even more," she said. "Then leave him, please, I'll protect you I promise," you begged.

Gio rolled her eyes and pulled away from you, walking back into the kitchen and adding cream to your coffee and milk to hers. "Gio hear me out-" you tried to say. "No. I have heard you out. And I want to leave him but... I'm not scared of him okay I'm just-"

"Scared to admit you're gay? Or bi at least?" You cut her off. Gio looked down, clearly feeling guilty. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

You fiddled with your hands as Gio brought you your coffee. "Its okay. I dont care as long as this... as long as you clotheless in my bed never stops." you told the Brazilian. "Good to me," she said, kissing your forehead. "If you wont leave him, at least come back to bed with me for a couple minutes before leaving for training?" you proposed.

Gio bit her teeth together giving you an apologetic look. "Im sorry pretty girl but my training gear is at David's and..." she started explaining but you kissed her to shut her up.

Her lips tasted like coffee, broken rules and the night before. Everything you loved most. "See you at London Colney?" you said. "Yeah, love you," she answered, kissing your lips again quickly. "Love you," you retorted, watching her leave the apartment with her cup of coffee still in hand.

You changed into your training kit, tied your hair into a slicked back low braid and then headed out after making avocado toast. You had texted Gio asking her if she needed a ride but she answered that she didn't. That meant David was brining her, which meant you would be seeing him today.

David knew you didnt like him, he was unaware of why though. Every time he dropped Gio off, or you picked her up, you stared at him roughly until the Brazilian told you to stop by discreetly placing her hand on your lower back or giving you a stern look.

You stepped out of your car and London Coloney before Gio got there, but she didnt take long to show up. As you were about to walk inside, you saw Davids car pull up. He parked in the spot a couple down from yours and then stepped out.

His stupid bleach blonde curly hair.

His stupid tanned skin.

His stupid brain that really thought Gio still was in love with him.

You watched, eyes ice cold as he walked away from the car towards Gio. He didnt even open the door for her. But she kissed him goodbye anyways. And then David saw you. He tauntingly smiled at lifted his hand up in a greeting. You just narrowed your eyes and scowled at him further. He then whispered something to your girl, the girl that had been in your bed mere minutes before and got back in his car.

You watched him drive off as Gio walked towards you. "Leave him be baby," she whispered once he was out of sight. She placed her hands on your waist but your eyes stared fixed at a point past her shoulder. "Look at me, y/n. I want you. No one else," she said once your eyes connected with hers. "I hate it when you kiss him," you told her. "Then wipe his kiss away with yours," she suggested.

So you did, you kissed her right there in the entrance of London Colney.

That night, Gio did not come over. David was brining her out to dinner. So, you sat in your apartment absolutely fuming. You wanted him as far away from Gio as possible. Not because you wanted her to yourself but mostly because you had no trust in him. You wondered if they still slept together as you watched the show on your TV.

But despite the anger, the jealousy... the emotion you found yourself feeling the most vividly was one of fear. If David was bringing her out tonight, was he trying to make amends? And if he did make those amends... would Gio leave. Would she choose him over you?

Thats how you ended up sitting on your couch crying, the simple thought of loosing Gio driving you insane and bringing you to feel the worst things about yourself.

You felt panic wash over you, your heart and breathing heavy, your head cloudy and your emotions running untamed. You tried to calm yourself down but your eyes were already red and puffy. You opened your phone to see a message from Gio.

Gio: dinners done. told David I was going grocery shopping, I'm coming over.

"Fuck," you groaned. It had been sent five minutes ago which meant she was almost here. You rushed to the washroom and splashed water on your face, trying your best to make it seem as though you hadn't spent the last hour bawling your eyes out. What the hell would you tell her if she asked? "Oh yeah I've just been sobbing over the hypothetical scenario ive created in which David gets his act together and you leave me for him."

Yeah, that wouldn't freak her out at all.

But when the doorbell rang, the swelling in your eyes hadn't gone down and your nose was plugged. She would know.

You gathered yourself as best you could and pulled the hood of Gio's black hoodie up, hoping to cover your face somewhat. However the second the door was open, she knew. "Baby... what is it beautiful?" she asked, coming into the apartment and closing the door behind herself. You lost it completely.

Your whole body shook with the tears you were letting out, finally releasing the weight of keeping your relationship a secret out. You hadn't even known the extent of the pain you were carrying.

Your arms were draped around Gios waist and she held you as close as humanly possible. Your body sunk to the floor, and Gio guided you to the floor, going down with you so that you were cuddled up between her legs on the floor. Once your sobbing calmed down, she pulled your hood down and brushed your hair with her fingers. "Please tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this, you're scaring me." Gio said.

You looked at her with wide eyes, your bottom lip trembling. "You're gonna leave me. The second David brings you flowers... or cooks you a meal you're gonna feel guilty and leave me. Because... because hes easier to be with. He's not a good man but no one asks questions when a girl is with a man. And clearly you dont know what your sexuality is which is okay but you are too nice to keep cheating on him. He brought you to dinner tonight and tomorrow he'll buy you a box of chocolates and then I'm gonna be some... some distant mistake or experiment even though I'm the one who's been putting a smile on your face for months.

Gio looked completely taken aback. Although your hookups had been fun, comforting, familiar and all good, she hadn't realized the mental toll it had to be taking on you. She had never felt so guilty.

"I think you're the love of my life y/n. And I'm gonna breakup with David. Because I never want you to feel this way again. Especially not because of me. I never want to be without you baby, and I mean that. But that means were gonna have a dog because I'm not leaving my baby boy behind," Gio said to you, holding your face close to hers, wanting desperately for you to hear her words.

"Really?" You said, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Yes. A million times yes."

If only it had been that simple.

Gio spent the night, make up sex had 100 perfect been on the table. She went to the length of telling David your mother has passed and you needed her. He answered with 'whatever'.

She had brought her training gear so you left together for London Colney that morning. On the way back from training you dropped her off at David's apartment. You couldn't even call it hers anymore, she basically lived with you. You didnt kiss her, instead squeezing her upper thigh as a goodbye, teasingly brushing your fingers over her core before removing your hand. "You're funny," she said as she opened the door. You watched her walk into the apartment complex.

You were lucky you had a sixth sense that made you stay parked in front of the building because after five minutes sat in your car, Gio texted you.

Gio: come back please.

You had never moved so quickly. You didnt even lock your car, choosing instead to jump out of it and run towards the building. You opened the door and thanked the man who had been walking out over and over. You took the elevator up to the sixth floor and then rushed to the 609 apartment.

You banged on the door loudly and when you only heard yelling and barking from the apartment you opened the door yourself. Gio was standing in the living room of a much less nice apartment than yours, facing David who was yelling obscenities. Gios dog was barking at David, standing protectively in front of his mother. "No! You’re fucking some fag and you think i’m just gonna let you leave. She’s fucking brainwashed you and- oh there she is. There’s the pretty little dyke," David said.

He was drunk.

Gios head snapped to look at you, her eyes teary and wide. She grabbed a random bag you assume she packed and her dog and started walking towards you.

You saw David lunge for her but you were quick to stand between them. He grabbed your arm instead of her shit and suddenly Gio was at the door and you were where Gio had been. You started speaking to him, changing your lingo for it to be understood by a man. "Listen dude. She doesn’t want beef she just wants to end it," you started saying. "Nah fuck that. She came in here like nothing was wrong. I saw you two sluts kissing at the training center and then my friend saw you guys again in front of your apparement," he said, talking directly to you and getting closer. But you didn’t back away, you just stared at him. "What do you want me to say buddy? Sorry I can please your girlfriend- mhm… sorry ex-girlfriend more than you can I think that’s more of a you problem than a me problem."

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because you felt his fist collide with your face.

You spat blood on his floor before giving him the finger. "Leave right fucking now," he growled. "Or I swear you’ll be crying on the floor," he threatened.

You raised your hands in mock submission before turning your back to him and ushering Gio out the door. Your heart was pounding and clearly Gio looked terrified. "He’s never done that before I swear. I’m so sorry baby are you okay?" she asked you once you got the the elevator. She put the dog on the floor and put her finger on your lip, wiping away some blood. "I’m fine pretty girl. Are you?" you asked her as you walked into the lift. "I feel free. And it’s all thanks to you," she said, kissing your cheek and then putting her head on your shoulder. Her right arm was wrapped around your waist and the left was holding the lead. "What’s in the bag?" you asked her, lifting her bag you had taken for her to show it to your girl. "Essentials. Let’s just say i’ve thought about running away from him and leaving to you a couple times before," she said.

That night, you let Gio get settled in for good. She put on a big shirt and small shorts along with her hair in a bun. Although there were hookups every week, it was the first time she had gotten settled at your apparement. But you had every intention of taking off the clothes she had just put on.

"Okay so I ordered sushi and I thought we could watch a movie or something?" Gio suggested once you walked into the room. "Mhm... yeah we could do that," you said, smirking at her. You made your way behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, rocking back and forth and enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against yours. "You horny little shit," she laughed as you started gently grinding your hips onto her.

But she wasn't complaining. She flipped herself around so that she could kiss you. You fought for dominance, ending up the winner as your tongue roamed her mouth. Her hands slipped under your shirt and then pulled it off. You had done most of the work for her, having taken off your bra earlier in the evening. Gio gently got down on her knees and pulled down your sweatpants and then your underwear, leaving you completely exposed while she was still clothed.

"Hey unfair, take your clothes off," you pouted. "I like seeing you like this, it makes me feel... in control," she said, looking up at you through the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched at her words and before you knew it she had you sat on the counter, her face between your legs and her hands pushing down on your thighs.

That kind of happiness, pleasure and safety was just something a guy could never offer Gio. But you could, and she was all yours now.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #gio queiroz

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aphrmoosun · 5 months ago

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Helaegon; An heir [One-shot]

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House of the Dragon

Pair.

Aegon & Helaena

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Targaryen incest, smut, aegon suffers, helaena on top, dreams, making heir, helaena discovers her body power, more specific her mouth on aegon body, improving their conversation skills, writer is not English native speaker, etc.

Sipnosis.

Aegon and Helaena have just lost their first son, the heir and after days of trying to breathe or eat to continue their lives, Helaena starts having those dreams again now seeing a new baby body in her arms. But how could they have another son if they haven't spoken for days.

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An heir [One-shot]

She had dreamed it. Not once, not twice, not three times. Every time she closed her eyes to rest, she had seen it. Every dream, more realistic, clearer than the last. But when it felt real was when she lived it in reality.

Those assassins had infiltrated the castle, into her room, and no one had stopped them.

It had happened to her before. At first, a strange sensation would appear in her hands. She would become clumsier, and her mind wouldn't pay attention to reality. She would have dreams about people or objects she had never seen. And her dreams would become more realistic and clear when she couldn't do anything to stop the event.

Her brother Aemond had lost an eye, and she knew it, she had felt it for days, but even she herself didn't understand sometimes what her mind was showing her or making her say.

Helaena could have done more. It was no longer just a dream. Now she had to live with it. Her little one had been murdered in front of her, and she couldn't do anything.

No mother should be in that position, pointing to her child like that. But her own body, for survival and because her daughter was also lying next to him, moved instinctively.

Now she had to live with it. She didn't eat, didn't sleep, and didn't think. She continued her life as a mother, as a woman, and as a queen on autopilot. But her mind kept working on its own.

She was going to go crazy.

Again, she was becoming clumsy, and she had started dreaming. Her dreams were short, since the queen didn't sleep at night, the queen would fall asleep for half an hour or an hour a day while sewing or staring at her food.

A child's cry took her out of her thoughts, out of her memories. Helaena looked around the room, she was alone. The girl was with her grandmother. And Jaehaerys was no longer with her.

But that moment of lucidity gave her time to understand what she was doing. She was sewing a small monkey, baby-sized, with green and black colors.

She didn't understand how she had gotten there until one of the servants told her.

In front of her, she saw a small bed, smaller than the twins' bed, which was behind her. It looked like a cradle.

"You told us to bring it."

Had she said that? Helaena didn't remember that conversation, but she had that feeling of being controlled by her own mind again.

The sound of a baby, the cradle, and her recent dreams told the queen that soon there would be an heir. But it couldn't be that soon.

She was lost in her own world, unable to bear her own.

And the king, her husband, wasn't much different.

Aegon wasn't like Helaena. He had screamed, cried, and searched for their son's assassins all over King's Landing, managing to avenge one of them, called Blood.

So it was impossible, a second child... The king and queen weren't thinking about it now.

She also found the king waiting for her in her own room, sitting on her bed, when she was determined to go to bed to dream about her son again. This time, the second one.

Or so Helaena thought. Because since her last dream, it was all she could think about. In it, she had seen a baby in her arms with white hair and closed eyes, so she couldn't see their color.

"Sit down."

"Aegon, what's going on?"

This time was the first time she had heard his voice addressing her, and in a way, it relieved her to know that he had come to find her when he was ready to talk about it.

Helaena didn't want to make him wait. For days, Aegon had only communicated with her through glances and gestures, almost nonexistent, but some remembered.

"There are duties as king that I must fulfill, and as my wife, my queen, you must fulfill them too."

"We're no longer children, nor are we newlyweds. At one point, we knew how to make an heir... but they took him from us."

"Aegon, I-I don't know what..."

Aegon didn't smell of alcohol, but he looked like he hadn't slept much. Maybe that was why this was the longest conversation they had had in a while. The king's eyes were red, and his hands were badly bruised from probably beating their son's assassin to death.

"I think you should rest."

Helaena managed to say a complete sentence without being interrupted.

"No, I don't want to sleep. We must make another heir, if not I'll have to name Aemond as my heir."

As much as the king spoke, he didn't move. It was rare, since whenever he had wanted to consummate their marriage in a more physical way, he had always taken the first step and never talked that much.

"Is something worrying you?"

He didn't respond immediately, Aegon had found a more interesting lint on the floor than her or her words, and only looked at the floor.

"Nothing will make us forget. He was... our child." -The queen placed her hand on the king's trembling hand that was on his knee.- "This time we can do it as you want."

"I don't want to do it." -She heard him whisper.- "If we make another heir, it won't replace Jaehaerys, it will only be at the level of the crown, but nothing will take away the fact that they murdered our first child."

The king was known for his roughness in bed, the queen knew about his mistresses not only within the fortress but also in King's Landing. She was grateful that her mother had convinced Aegon to be more traditional and simple with her, but that had happened in a distancing from Aegon, who was her husband and father of her children.

Knowing the king's unusual tastes in the most intimate matters, the queen offered a way in which they could forget what they were living through, even if only for a few minutes.

"No, you better..."

Helaena stopped him before he could refuse. She didn't interrupt him with words, but with actions. The queen lifted her skirt, kneeling in front of the king.

"Tell me what to do, Aegon."

She directed her hand towards the king's pants, which ended up inside them, searching for the king's virile member.

With her gaze, she tried to seek some reaction from him. She had never seen Aegon so still when they were about to copulate, but with her words and actions, she had left him planted, not knowing what to do. That feeling of power awakened in her chest, making the queen dare to take her next moves.

"No."

Aegon pushed her hand away, standing up from the bed. Helaena found herself on her knees, looking up at Aegon in a lower position.

"Not your hand, no."

Aegon grabbed her head, making her look up, not at him, but at his member, which was still covered by his pants. He lowered his pants, leaving it free, his member still a bit unhappy.

The queen looked away, not understanding if he didn't want her to touch him with her hand, what did the king want.

"Open your mouth!"

"Then, with what..."

Helaena felt the hardness of her husband enter her mouth, wondering how they could make babies like that.

By instinct, the queen opened her mouth, still confused. But that seemed to ignite the king, whose member had happily risen at seeing her immediate obedience.

"You're going to feel me until your throat!" -That ended up scaring her.- "I warn you so you don't vomit on my cock."

She finally understood that it was all about the king's pleasure.

It sounded more difficult than it really was. The tip of the king's penis touched her throat, but then came out and went back in. He was taking her, but instead of taking her through her most intimate parts, he was taking her through her mouth.

"Helaena."

The king's hips began to move along with her head, surprising her. His rapid and increasingly hard movements told her that he was going to finish soon.

She heard him whisper her name, making her close her legs tightly. She had never felt so wet down there. Not until now. It was Aegon who was taking her, but she felt like she was in control, he was holding her hair, but she was moving her tongue and mouth, sucking and licking what made the king sigh and moan. The control was hers for the first time in their bedroom, and that gave her pleasure.

"Ah, I'm going to..."

A hot liquid ended up pouring down the queen's throat, making her eyes water from the intrusion. At least, he had warned her.

"Aegon."

When he pulled out his member, Helaena sighed the king's name, seeing him sit on the bed with trembling legs.

"Come."

The king called her, pointing to his lap, and the queen sat on top of him, placing both legs on either side of him.

"Ride me, Helaena. Imagine I'm your dragon, tame me."

The queen unsheathed her claws, feeling the power she had gained with just her mouth, and directed her entrance towards the king's already hard member, penetrating herself with a moan.

Aegon grabbed her hips, making her bounce on top of him.

In other occasions, she had felt the intrusion of the member with some pain. This time, the wetness of her hole had facilitated the penetration.

"Faster... like that."

Helaena pushed him back, making his back touch the bed. He let himself fall back without complaining.

"Please, I'm almost there..."

The king's pleas provoked an electric shock in her lower belly, making her reach climax, and with her, Aegon came inside her.

From exhaustion, Helaena lay down next to him, trying to recover her strength to get up. But when she turned to look at Aegon, she saw him sleeping, and decided to rest beside him.

Her hand went down to her belly, wondering if that night they had created that small being she saw in her dreams and visions. Her third child, who would come to save the crown but also to save their parents from going crazy.

It had been six years since their first time, but that night had been the night of getting to know each other physically and mentally. If the queen had known before the power she could have over the king, she would have spent many more nights like that, making heirs or resting beside each other. They wouldn't have been so alone.

...END!

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imagininglotsofthings · 2 years ago

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Dreams - Erik Lehnsherr Imagine

"You had a dream about Charles?" Erik's question made her stop in her tracks, and her face heated up.

"What?" she asked. "What are you- how did you-?"

He gestured to her journal, which she had left open on their kitchen table. It was closed now.

"You read my journal?!" she asked, outraged.

"No-I mean, yes. Part of it...it was lying open on the table and I didn't realize at first. All I saw was 'I had a dream about Charles last night. We were on my bed..." in your handwriting. I closed it after that, I swear. But...you had a dream about him?" Erik's pretty blue eyes looked hurt, and it broke her heart.

"Yes, but not in the way you're thinking, Erik."

"It said you were in your bed with him." She could hear the strain in his voice.

"Not this bed." Meaning the bed the two of them shared most nights. He waited for her to go on. "My bedroom at my father's house from when I was a teenager."

Erik looked like he didn't understand how that was much better.

"I wasn't even in the bed with him. And nothing was happening. He turned on the television and there was a movie on. The Others. It's a horror film I watched when I was thirteen, which scared the shit out of me. Which by the way is what I told Charles when he put it on in the dream. And then asked him to turn it off because there was no way I would be sleeping if he didn't. And that was it. I woke up. I don't even know if he turned it off."

Erik looked a little relieved. "If he's anything like our Charles in real life, he probably did."

She grinned. "Yeah, probably." Erik finally cracked a smile. "See? I told you, nothing happened."

He made a small noise in the back of his throat and walked over to her. In a few long strides he was in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hmmm, I still don't think I'm very fond of it. He was in your bed, after all." Erik leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers in a sort of Eskimo kiss. The beginnings of heat crept up her neck.

"It's not my fault...it was a dream. I didn't...pick it."

"Still...I much prefer that I am the only other person in your bed." He kissed her nose and grinned at the full on blush that overtook her cheeks.

#erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr x you #charles xavier x reader x erik lehnsherr #xmen fanfic #xmen fanfiction #magneto #magneto x reader #erik lehnsherr imagine #erik lehnsherr oneshot #charles xavier x reader

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years ago

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bestie could you write a blurb with virgin reader and H? something soft please

Hello, friend! Siiiii! Oui! Of course! here it is. It's more of a one shot, but it's very romantic and soft and sweet! I hope you like it:)

(the pic has nothing to do with the story, he just looks so cute and cozy here ☺️)

Y/N had never planned to still be a virgin well into her twenties. She had dated and fooled around with a few people before and had come close to actually having sex but she would just get so nervous when it came down to actually doing it. She also figured that when she found the right person for her she wouldn't feel so anxious and stressed about actually having sex with them and this seemed to be the absolute truth. Now she was with Harry and they'd been together for a little over three months and he was incredible and genuine and one of the best people she had ever dated. He had worked so hard on himself and it was noticeable and that made it so easy for her to start to fall for him. She hadn't even been thinking about it too hard, she just one day accepted that she would want him to be her first. The realization came naturally and without any external persuasions, he was always so respectful when it came to their sexual lives.

The only thing she was nervous about was telling him this because she hadn't explicitly told him that she was a virgin, she wasn't fully inexperienced so maybe he thought she wasn't, but now that she was thinking about having sex with him she needed to be honest about it. He knew that she wanted to take it slow, but that was all she had told him. In her mind, withholding the truth was a form of lying and she was nervous that he would be upset with her for not telling him sooner or something. A lot of her concerns were born from what past partners had put her through when she would share this with them and she would constantly talk herself through the fact that Harry was not any of those people. He was a completely different person and he had proven to be an excellent partner and he would understand. He always did. She had to tell him...

"Baby?" Harry's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she focused on his face in the dim light of his bedroom, "You seem distracted. You seem to be far off somewhere." he said and she sighed and swallowed down the lump in her throat, "Baby, we don't have to do anything if you're not in the mood for it." he reassured her as he rolled off of her and onto his side. He removed his hand from her inner thighs and instead draped his strong arm over her waist and pulled her to lay on her side too, facing him. Her eyes met his own and she sighed, "What is it, angel?" he asked with a slight frown and she sucked her bottom lip for a second before deciding to speak.

"I have to tell you something." she said and he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. His eyes bore into her own intensely and it made her nervous but she inhaled deeply before proceeding, "I've wanted to tell you this before, I just got a little nervous about it." she explained and he nodded, "I'm uh...I'm still a...virgin." she spoke the word so quietly as if she were giving him bad news at the doctor's office or something. She felt like his silence lasted for eons when in reality it was probably a second or two at the most. When his lips quirked up in a smile she got this horrible feeling in her chest, someone had made fun of her for this before and she was getting ready for it now.

"Why are you saying it like that?" he asked and she frowned in confusion.

"Like what?"

"Like it's a bad thing? I don't know." he said.

"Because I didn't tell you from the start? I thought you might get upset that I wasn't upfront about it." she explained with a small pout and he leaned in and kissed it right off her lips.

"Baby, no. You don't owe me explanations and I'm not upset with you." he reassured her and she looked relieved, "But now I want to ask you something and I want you to be 100% transparent with me." he said and she nodded, "Swear?"

"I swear." she repeated and he nodded.

"Are you telling me this now because you feel like I'm pressuring you in some way? Or maybe pushing the boundary a little bit?" he asked with concern drenching his expression now and she shook her head immediately.

"No, baby! Not in the slightest. You've been so respectful and conscious about how we do things and just every part of our sexual relationship and umm... I actually wanted to tell you now because I..." she trailed off, "I want to do it w-with you." her voice was so small and meek as she confessed this to Harry.

"Me? A-are you sure?" he asked, perplexed and she giggled.

"Yeah, I'm positive." she nodded, "I've always told myself that when I was ready for my first time I wouldn't feel too concerned and nervous about it. That person would make me feel comfortable and safe and cared for instead of anxious about it. I shouldn't have to debate it or talk myself into it, you know? It should feel natural and easy and...right, I guess." she said and he smiled at her, it was such a soft and gentle smile.

"Oh." was all he said and for some reason he was the one blushing like mad.

"Yeah." she responded timidly and broke eye contact with him for a second before glancing back into his eyes and he still hadn't said anything else, "If you don't want t-"

"It's not that! I want to. Believe me! I have thought about it so many times." he said quickly, almost too eagerly and she giggled as he went all pink in the face again as he admitted this, "I'm just really happy that you feel that way with me and it's like..." he stopped for a moment as he thought his words through, "I just felt what you said really deeply." he finished and she smiled, "I feel that way with you too." he smiled as he said these words to her and she leaned in and kissed him slowly.

Their kiss got deeper and more intense and her body was yearning to be near him, to get closer, to feel more, to just be taken over by him. She hadn't wanted anyone like this before, this feeling of need was new to her. It wasn't just a sexual need, it was an emotional and intimate need. She wanted him so badly that she felt like she was burning from the inside out, she had never felt anything so overwhelming before.

Despite her recent confession to him, Harry still hadn't made any move to take things further than kissing while having his thigh between her legs as she ground down against him. Every now and again she would kind of brush up against his raging hard erection and it would make him tense up a bit. He could feel himself throbbing, but he didn't want to assume anything just because she said she wanted him to be her first. But then she reached into his hair, tugging it gently as their lips parted sloppily.

"Please, baby." she keened and he looked into her eyes.

"You want to do it today? Like ri-right now?" he asked her and she nodded, they were so close that their noses nudged as she nodded her confirmation, "But I didn't even do anything nice for you or-"

"I don't care about that." she said and he chuckled, "I've only been waiting 20 plus years to see what all the fuss is about." she giggled and he laughed along wit her.

"Well, I'll try my best to make it worth your while." he grinned and she hummed.

"It'll be perfect because it's with you. It’s us." she said with a meek smile and that made his heart skip a beat. He had a lot of feelings for her and they had built quickly. Y/N appreciated him for who he was at his core and things just felt so easy and right with her, much like she had described. He smiled as he looked into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s us.” He hummed and she smiled back at him. “Gonna start by making you feel good. Get you really turned on and wet fo’me.” He said and she smiled.

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that.” She grinned mischievously and he chuckled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks.

“Is that so?” He questioned and she nodded, “Can I feel?”

“Yeah, please." she verbalized her eagerness and he kissed her deeply before shifting his position to kneel between her legs.

His big, warm hands smoothed up her thighs and when he reached her hips his thumbs rubbed up and down soothingly before he glanced up into her eyes again.

“Gonna take these off.” He said and she nodded. He lifted her top up a bit to reveal the band of her sweatpants and leaned down to her stomach, his warm lips smooched kisses to the top of her sweat pants as his fingers dipped into the sides of the waistband and started to tug them down. His lips followed behind on every new piece of skin that was exposed up until he reached her underwear.

If there was something that Y/N was not used to yet was his adoration for going down on her. The first time he did it she came within two minutes and he didn’t stop until she had come at least three times. She had never experienced anything like it, if she’d let him that’s all he would do, he’d said it to her countless times, he just liked it so much. And as he kissed over the top part of her panties she was preparing herself for what she was soon to come. He stopped though and then kissed each of her bare thighs as he continued removing her sweats. Then each of her knees and then he just removed the pants from the rest of her legs and tossed them to the side as he lowered himself onto his stomach and she spread her legs wider for him and he moaned as he kissed over her clothed pussy. His lips could already feel her arousal slightly seeping through the fabric of her underwear and as he reared back a bit he could see the damp spot more now that he had pressed the fabric closer when he kissed her. He glanced up to see her propped up on her elbows, she watched him with bated breath and he bit his lip as he brushed his thumb over where her clit was and he watched her legs tense up and her jaw drop open slightly. He added more pressure and she let out a puff of air through her mouth before she swallowed hard.

“You’re so wet for me, angel.” He hummed and she nodded, “Doesn’t take much, does it?” He teased lightly but she shook her head.

“Not with you.” She said and that certainly gave him the confidence to nuzzle his mouth and nose against her. Her fists tightened up into her bed covers in anticipation of his next move. His blunt nails raked down her inner thighs, the action covered her body in goosebumps and he smiled.

“So fucking perfect.” He hummed against her and she moaned quietly. She was so sensitive and the vibrations of his voice made a chill travel through her body.

“Baby, please.” She pleaded and he smiled and nodded. His index fingers looped into her underwear and she lifted her hips to allow him to tug them down her legs. He raised her legs off to the side to completely get them off of her. Once they were off he immediately parted her legs again and latched onto her pussy. "Oh my god..." she moaned and just dropped into the mattress which made him smile as he got to work.

She always came quickly when he went down on her, but this time she was sure that things would go even faster. The vibe of everything was different, he wanted to make her feel amazing, he wanted to get her ready and relaxed so that he could fit inside of her this time. So after he made her come with his mouth he gently introduced his fingers, he was gentle as he prodded deep into her until her legs would tense up in pleasure.

"They're-they're so deep!" she'd whimper and he'd pop off her clit for a second to tell her that she was doing so well as he curled his fingers up so that he could rub the pads of them into her g-spot and she groaned loudly and he hummed as he started to suck at her swollen, little clit again, "Oh my god, yes! Don't stop!" she mewled as her legs started to tremble as her abdominal muscles tightened up, preparing her for another orgasm.

"Come for me, baby." He said and she immediately started to wither around his fingers. Her walls pulsing erratically around him as he flicked his tongue over her clit as he worked her through it. This time he wasn't going to give her a break, while she was relaxed form her orgasm he needed to stretch her just a bit more, "Baby, gonna add another finger." he warned her and kissed her inner thigh, "Need to stretch you out a little more for me, OK?" he explained and she mumbled an acknowledgement, her body tense, "Baby, relax for me. I'm not going to hurt you." he assured and she inhaled before releasing a shaky breath and relaxing, "Good girl." he said lowly and she shivered at that and he smiled up at her as he started to rub over her folds with three fingers now. He glanced down and placed his fingers against her entrance vertically, instead of horizontally first and he looked up at her again and she nodded. Harry then started pushing them in and she gasped softly at the new stretch, her brows creased down as she tried to relax.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I can take it." she assured and he stopped and climbed up to her and kissed her lips slowly.

"We don't have to do this all tonight." he said and she pouted.

"I know, I just...I want you so bad." she explained in a little whine and he kissed her pouty lips.

"I do too, angel. But I don't want to hurt you. If it hurts please tell me." he said softly and she swallowed hard.

"How about we kiss while you try again?" she asked and he nodded. It helped her a lot when he was up there with her, talking to her, encouraging her. After a few more tries he was able to get in further and despite her discomfort at this new feeling she assured him to go on.

"They're halfway in, that's plenty to open you up a little more." he assured her as he pumped them in and out a few times and she nodded, "Is that OK?"

"Stings a little." she confessed.

"I'm sorry, baby. Should I stop?" he asked again and she assured him that she didn't want that.

"It's not bad, just different." she explained, her voice pinching a bit and he hummed in understanding. Three fingers was a bit thicker than his cock, so at least he knew his cock wouldn't hurt her.

"If anything bothers you or hurts please tell me." he reminded her and she nodded. He started to rub his thumb into her clit and she relaxed a little more and she whimpered softly and he hummed, "There we go." he encouraged her and she moaned a little louder now as the discomfort subsided a bit more and she started to buck her hips along with his movements, "That's it, baby, that's it." he hummed and she gasped as he got in a bit deeper.

"I'm getting close." she whined, "Wanna come around you, not your fingers." she said against his lips and he nodded.

"OK, baby.” He replied, acknowledging her request. Her hands were already wandering down the front of his hoodie and quickly were at the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers traced over the elastic, tickling his skin every now and again before wandering further down to palm and run over his erection. He sighed against her mouth as she added a bit more pressure.

“Can’t wait to feel you.” She whispered and his eye fluttered closed as he moaned. His hips shifted and rutted against her hand all on their own. He was so turned on and eager to feel her for the first time. He had been imagining it for a while and as much as he wanted to just lose himself in the moment he wanted to ensure that he remained focused and mindful of her now that he knew just how much she trusted him.

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna last all of 30 seconds.” He mumbled against her lips as he chuckled and she grinned.

"30 seconds?!" she laughed and he nodded.

"Already gonna be pushing it with this being our first time together. Don't want to make it worse." he said and she shook her head.

"Already told you, it's us, so it's going to be wonderful and I don't care about anything else." she said and he smiled. Harry was a professional over-thinker, if he could get paid for it he would and this was a prime example of how it would start. But something he really loved and appreciated about Y/N was her ability to talk him down from it, even now, when it was one of her big firsts and he was the one getting in his head about it.

"You're right." he smiled, "Let me grab a condom." he said and she nodded. He tore off his hoodie as he made his way to the bathroom and she did the same, also getting her bra off and then leaning back.

It's not like she wasn't a bit nervous, she had heard horror stories before of people bleeding or hurting so bad they cried and those were at this very moment coming to mind, but she just took a few deep breaths and shook it off. Harry was caring and gentle with her, he was patient and even went as far as preparing her a bit for this and her want for him outweighed everything else. So when she felt his weight dip the mattress she shot up pulled him down a bit to kiss him and he moaned into it. She could hear the wrapper of the condom crinkling about as his shaky hands tried to get it open.

"Got it." he said quietly when he finally opened it and she settled herself back against a pillow. Everything Harry did was attractive, even now as he carefully rolled the condom over his shaft. She bit her lip as it seemed to be a relatively tight fit. The thicker band of latex at the end of the condom seemed to indent just a bit around his girth.

"Are you sure that fits you? It's not uncomfortable?" she asked and he chuckled.

"Yeah, baby and no, it's not. S'supposed to be a little snug, can't have it slipping off during. And if it were too tight it'd start to ride up a bit until it rolls off, so this is good." he assured her and she nodded in understanding. Well, he should know, she thought to herself. He then reached beside her and pulled down one of the pillows, "Gonna put this under your hips." he said and she arched up to him slide it under.

"What for?"

"That spot inside that you like me to reach when I use my fingers," he said, "Want to get there so you can definitely feel good." he said and she nodded as he came closer and then lowered himself over her, "You alright?" he asked quietly and she nodded, "Not nervous or anything?"

"A tiny bit, but I know you'll take good care of me." she responded and he nodded.

"I will, baby. I don't want to bombard you with questions, so if you want something different or something's not feeling comfortable or good just tell me, OK?" she nodded, "And well, inversely, if something feels really good and you like it or if you want more you can tell me too." he said with a smile, "Y'know I like to hear all your pretty sounds." he said and she smiled.

"Kiss me." she adjourned and he leaned in and molded their lips together delicately. As their kiss went on he guided her left leg over his hip, opening her up a bit more and this allowed her to feel the full weight of his cock over her vuvla. His hips started to buck against her swollen and wet pussy, they could hear how wet she was for him, "Oh..." she moaned as the tip started to nudge into her clit over and over, making her grind up against him to increase the friction until she was digging her fingernails into his biceps as her body started to tense up, "I-I'm going to come!" she gasped and he bit his lip and started rutting faster, his own body became riled up at the friction and just how easily she had been built up. With a stream of moans she was withering beneath him as his grinding slowed in pace as to not overstimulate her, "Oh my god..." she panted through a chuckle and he grinned, "Sorry, I didn't mean too."

"Well, it's better if you're this relaxed." he assured and she smiled up at him as he shifted his hips down and gently pressing forward as his tip slipped down towards the dip of her entrance. She could feel his tip just crowning at her opening and she bit her lip at the feeling. The anticipation was growing inside of her rapidly, "Is this alright?" he asked and she nodded her eyes locked on his, "Gonna start pushing in, OK?" he warned her.

"OK." she whispered, voice hitched with nerves before she glanced up to the ceiling and picking a spot to focus on. A soft touch to her cheek pulled her focus back.

"Baby, look at me." he implored and her eyes fluttered back into his, "Right at me, baby." he insisted and she took a deep breath and nodded up at him and he took that as his permission to start pushing into her and her mouth immediately fell open as he breached her entrance and she gasped, immediately tensing up at the somewhat foreign feeling. He wasn't moving or anything, just giving her time to adjust. "Are you OK?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yes, it's alright." she responded, "S'just different." she said, voice a bit strained, "Keep going." she said and he nodded and continued moving forward gently and slowly. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit around him as Y/N slightly hissed at the slight discomfort, but his intrusion was welcomed and everything he had done beforehand had definitely made this easier on her. The discomfort didn't last more than a few seconds; that is until he was fully sheathed inside of her and she gasped, "Oh my god!" she winced and he tightened up his jaw, fighting every instinct inside of him that begged him to start moving, "Y-you're so deep!" she whimpered and he nodded.

"I know, baby." he responded breathily.

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked and he nodded quickly.

"Yes. So fucking good. You're so good, baby." he strained out and she smiled slightly. After holding himself inside for a bit she told him to move.

Harry's thrusts were gentle and slow, this was to both of their benefits. He ended up continuing on his knees as this gave him a better range of motion and allowed him to control his thrusts better and also to let his thumb start to rub over her clit. After some moments of this she started to moan as the pleasure started to build. She felt so full and he was right, his cock was hitting that spot that made her see stars, she could feel him nudging and rubbing into it until her legs were quaking and her her breathing was ragged. Their free hands were joined and their fingers intertwined, she was squeezing his for dear life as she got closer and closer. Her back arched and her legs stiffened as the feelings started to build to impossible ranges. She felt like she would explode as the sounds of pleasure continued to pour out of her.

"A little faster. Please!" she keened and he listened, picking up his pace just a bit more. She groaned out his name as her back arched, this was exactly what she needed and it was making her vision go blurry as the pleasure started to expand through her body deliciously.

"Oh god, can feel you're getting close." he swallowed hard and she nodded, "Come for me, baby." he panted and she nodded and whimpered as the feeling started to burn through her as she cried out his name and trembled beneath him.

Harry moaned and fell forward, his mouth fell open as he breathed hard and grunted as her orgasm pushed him over the edge. Her arms hugged around his back as her legs squeezed around his hips, pulling him in closer. Their eyes met, hers all glossed over and hazy as he started to come undone. His thrusts got a bit harder and erratic as he lost all of his control as his orgasm blazed through his body. He moaned into her mouth as her nails raked down his back hard, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he moaned with her and then stilled deep inside of her, making her gasp as he started to spill inside the condom. Immediately, their lips met in a frantic kiss, even if they were in dire need of air, this seemed more important.

"Love you." he panted, "I love you so much." he repeated and she smiled against his lips as their eyes blinked open again, "I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you another time but-"

"I love you too, Harry." she cut him off and he smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked for reassurance and she nodded, the tears that had been welling up her eyes finally escaped and he reached up with one of his hands to wipe them away. He was starting to soften up and he decided to stay inside until he was softer to avoid any further discomfort for her, "Are you OK? Was that alright for you?" he asked cautiously and she nodded.

"It was good." she smiled, "Really good. Best I ever had." she joked and he giggled and shook his head. "Thank you for making it good for me and checking on me." she said, "And you had nothing to worry about, you lasted." she said and he laughed softly.

"That was five minutes at most." he said and she looked shocked, "But thank you for the confidence boost." he said with a grin and she kissed his lips again.

"No way... So what's the usual time you...go for?" she asked and he chuckled.

"At least fifteen minutes or twenty minutes. On a really good day." he said with a chuckle.

"That's a long time!" she gasped.

"It's... respectable." he said and she giggled.

"Well, whatever it is I can't wait to try more things with you, baby." she smiled and he grinned upon hearing this from her.

"I can't either. Thank you for trusting me with this, I'm happy it was me." he said quietly and she smiled up at him before they kissed for a bit more until he was able to pull out of her without too much discomfort on her end.

Harry then made sure to clean her up with a nice warm rag and brought her some water and helped her get dressed before they settled into bed. They were cuddled close together as his hands caressed her body soothingly as she curled into his chest. She felt so good, she couldn't stop smiling as she started to doze off as he played with her hair. Her vision was blurring as she succumbed to the warmth he provided her and the last thing she heard before giving in to her exhaustion was a whispered "I love you" that carried into her dreams of him and everything that they could be.

#writing #harry x y/n #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry x virgin reader #harrys tyles fluff #harry styles smut #boyfriendrry #boyfriend harry #virgin Y/N #harry styles one shot #0nlythrowharrybeaux #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fan fic

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neppednep · 7 months ago

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Hello! I would like a request for Madoka Magica

Mami or Sayaka with the reader looking like Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen (like he is very strong but arrogant)

Sayaka Miki w/ Gojo!Reader

I choose Sayaka for this one, as I haven't touched her yet and I already have something in the kitchen cooking w/ Mami. May or may not have to do with everyone's favorite spin-off manga. In any case, hope she isn't too OOC. Enjoy.

》 If she claimed Madoka was a cute anime character, you'd bet she'd convince herself you were the main character of some battle shonen manga.

》 Seriously, what don't you have? You're hot, powerful, confident… hot. Who the hell is Kyosuke again?

》 She would be lying if she said she didn't have a bit of a crush. It would be hard not to fall for you. In the course of a few days her life practically did a 180 and was going to hell in a handbasket real fast.

》 She lost her crush to someone she considered one of her best friends, Mami died right in front of her, then that magical girl, a spit in the face to what a magical girl should be came along. She was powerless to stop her and she was falling into despair… that's when she first met you.

》 You may have been a bit arrogant, sure. The way you talked down to the red haired girl, tossing her around like a ragdoll with a smile on your face, treating her like nothing more than a minor nuisance may have not been the most ‘heroic.’ Yeah, she definitely enjoyed watching that girl get her comeuppance. After red was firmly planted in the concrete, you walked over to her and Madoka to check if they were still okay, Sayaka couldn't help but blush as she stared up at you.

》 In Sayaka’s eyes, there were two people she hoped to be like. Mami, the girl who introduced her to all this magical girl stuff. She was kind and caring, saving many innocent lives with a smile on her face, even if she did end up dying, she did it fighting against evil. Then there was you. You weren't selfish like that other girl, even with all that power. You were untouchable yet still cared for others who were quite frankly far below you. If she also had that kind of power and had the mindset of Mami…

》 From there, the two of you start meeting a lot more often. She's far weaker than she'd like to admit, and she had to learn that the hard way. All great heroes had to have someone to teach them at some point, so if she's going to become the Magical Girl of Justice, she might as well tag along and see what she can learn. She never really gets tired of seeing you crush witches and familiars with ease. No matter what kind of weird powers they may have, she's relieved to know you'll make it out fine and have her back In the process.

》 Eventually you did end up explaining more about magical girls to her. She wasn't too big a fan of essentially just being a gem, going into schizo mode and going on about how she's just a zombie and such. She wasn't really listening to you when you told her it isn't all bad and tried explaning the perks… so you took her sword and stabbed yourself in the neck. That understandably spooked her back into the real world, but it at least gave you time to explain everything to her. Your thanks was a swift smack and getting called an idiot. Tough crowd.

》 Luckily, with you by her side she never fell into despair, having someone there to remind her what she’a fighting for, keeping her grounded, and helping her grow into the best hero she could be really helped. She never really got over her crush, and she really wanted to confess. Turns out after seeing how powerful you are and the whole thing of essentially just being an empty husk got to her head and made her doubt herself.

》 After putting her pride aside and going to Madoka, who she is much more protective over after finding out the truth about magical girls, she was talked into going through with it, only having to wait until whatever she thought would be a good time to ask.

》 After thanking her best friend and leaving, she ended up running into Homura who recruited her to help against a very powerful witch who was supposed to be appearing soon. She just brushed her off, saying she'll help but I'm reality she suspected she wouldn't have to do much at all. With you there, everything would be fine. Maybe even after the battle she would finally ask you out. Then the day finally came…

“So, this is the strongest witch, huh?” You say to yourself, arms crossed with a confident smile on your face.

Sayaka nods, seemingly put at ease by your presence despite the inevitable battle to come. “Strongest witch vs. the strongest magical girl(?). You think you can win?”

“I'm disappointed you'd even ask that of me Sayaka.” You sigh, pushing off the wall you were leaning on and taking a step towards the edge of the roof you two were standing on.

“Wow, am I finally going to see the great Y/N get a run for his money?” She playfully retorts, lightly jabbing you with her elbow.

You just huff, glacing at her before bringing your attention back to Walpurgisnacht.

Y/N:

#sayaka miki x reader #sayaka x reader #madoka magica x reader #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #sayaka miki

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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 8

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator

Oystein paced the house all day waiting for her. He had put in a grocery order first thing this morning so he could talk to her about an upcoming show that he wanted her to come to. He also wouldn't mind her sitting in his lap and doing his corpse makeup either but he felt that might be a bit much. He watched the skies and knew rain was coming but that never stopped an order in the past when he was living at home.

He knew the others were too engrossed in their own shit to even pay him any attention as he stirred in his own anxiety but the moment her car started down the road, he started to pull on his boots, almost skidding out in front of her car as she parked.

"Were you waiting for me to get here?" Y/n smirked at Oystein as she popped the trunk of the car.

"What? No of course not. I was waiting on the groceries, obviously." He teased taking the bags that she handed him. She followed him into the house and tried to put the bags down in a spot that wasn't beer soaked or gross. It took a few back and forth trips but as Y/n closed the trunk of the car, Oystein put his body in front of the driver side door.

"So is your shift over?" He smirked. He knew what he was doing and Y/n knew why he was doing it.

"Yes, you guys were my last stop but I already told you, I'm only here to deliver your groceries." She leaned against the car, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Well if you don't have anywhere you need to be then why not just come in and hang out with me? Dead is the only one home but he's locked up in his room. It's quiet and I can guarantee my room is the cleanest place in the entire house." Oystein wasn't one for begging but he really wanted to spend some time with her.

"I'm not going to fuck you Oystein." Y/n said flat out with a smile.

"Well I was kind of hoping I would be the one fucking you..." Oystein teased making her roll her eyes but he reached out to put his hand on her arm.

"I'm kidding, well not really but I promise I'm not trying to put any moves on you. I just want to hang out." Y/n looked him over. His skin was so pale that the blue in his eyes almost looked like sapphires. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Oystein was a very pretty man.

"I will come in to see your room but I'm not staying." Y/n gave up. Oystein took her hand and pulled her back towards the house like a little kid ready to show off his toys. Y/n tried not to breath through her nose as the smell of piss, cigarettes and decomposition made the house reek. Oystein's room seemed to be in an isolated part of the house and she was relieved to see he wasn't lying about having the cleanest space.

"What do you think?" Oystein waved his arm around and offered her a chair. She nodded her head, passing on the chair and looking through his things. She ran her fingers across his typewriter and stopped short at the stack of records he had. She thumbed through them with Oystein approaching over her shoulder.

"Which one is your favorite?" She asked holding up two different albums. Oystein reached over her and pulled his favorite album from the bunch and put it on the player. Y/n sat on his bed and listened intensely to the music. Oystein watched her from the chair her once offered her, taking in how she listened to the music that he loved so much, almost nervous at how she might react.

"This feels like you. It's loud, very bodied and almost feels like someone is screaming secrets, if that makes any sense." Y/n tried to explain. Oystein smiled. The last thing he would ever call himself is smitten but fuck if that girl didn't say all the right things.

"It's not something I would likely listen to when trying to unwind but its not unbearable." Y/n turned her body towards him and caught his smile.

"What?" She asked nervously. Oystein couldn't help himself. He sprang up from the chair and slammed his mouth into hers. She was surprised by the contact and let herself meet his tongue with her own. She could hear the sound of Oystein's bullet belt being opened and she panicked, pushing him backwards to break the kiss.

"I told you, I'm not going to fuck you! Why do you insist on trying to make me one of your groupies dammit!" Y/n was embarrassed that she let herself get so carried away and threw the door open, fleeing the room. Oystein followed quickly behind her, trying to get her to stop.

"Y/n! Please just wait! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or hurt you-"

"You didn't hurt me! The kiss was fine!" Y/n had spun on her heel so fast, Oystein's knees almost buckled from stopping abruptly.

"Fine?" He was confused.

"Yes, I didn't mind the kiss but I'm trying to be one of those girls who fawns after you, gets fucked and humiliated by your friends and your band." Y/n insisted trying to open her door. Oystein shut it.

"I already told you! I don't do groupies! I never have. The girls that come here all end up fucking Hellhammer or some of the others. I don't know why you keep insisting I'm fucking everyone." Oystein argued.

"So what do you do when women throw themselves at you? Turn them away? I'm not a fucking idiot Oystein." Y/n wasn't going to pretend she didn't like Oystein but she knew any kind of relationship with him would be complicated at best.

"I tell them I don't want groupies! I find them disgusting-" Oystein's mouth stopped working almost instantly as Y/n yanked the buttons of her work shirt open, popping the buttons and flashing her bare tits to him. Oystein's eyes fluttered taking in how perfect they were. He wanted them in his mouth, he wanted them in his face. He wanted to fuck them, cum on them and watch them bounce as she rode him.

"Yeah disgusting. I can tell you have a real distaste for the female form." Y/n pulled her shirt closed and zipped her jacket to her chin.

"You aren't a groupie. You could never be a groupie to me." Oystein felt like he was drooling with how much spit was collecting in his mouth but Y/n shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I just...it's a bad idea Oystein. Once we push past that boundary, everything changes and I really don't want to end up hating you." Y/n got in her car and Oystein stood dumbfounded by the response. He watched her drive away thinking about everything she had just said. She was scared. She wanted to be more than friends with him, his feelings were mutual but she was scared of getting hurt. Now he his next move was critical. First, he was going to have to get back up to his room and handle the painfully hard cock she had left him with, then he would plan his next move.

#The next one after this is the first spicy one!!!#so much excite #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #One Shot Series #Alkaline series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #8/35

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 11 months ago

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Godfather | 11

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes , overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , other weird shit

Pairings : Jake X fem reader

3 agonising weeks had passed . You thought staying with Jake's parents would make it easy but instead all you could think of was Jake . You never expected to miss him .

Maybe you'd just gotten used to his presence? But it didn't make sense. The tension was so thick you couldn't be in the same room with him for more that 10 minutes and now you miss him ?

Maybe you missed the space he gave you . Karen and Kelly (Jake's parents) were very inclusive and always wanted to be close to you. Jake on the other hand let you keep to yourself most of the time .

Jake only came to see you and bring you some of your favourite stuff on the weekends . Otherwise you never saw or heard from him .

You barely spent a month away from him and you already wanted to go back . You dad used to say that when Jake came over when you were a kid , you would cry when he left .

But today you were going to see him at a concert with his parents . You loved watching him play and goof around but when he was on stage he was serious and all for the show .

You dressed up really pretty and left to the show with his parents. And boy were you in awe . There was something different about Jake when you saw him in his stage outfit.

A black suit with shiney chunks of black on it .The coat was cropped to his waist with nothing inside but a bunch of chains decorating his bare chest , with high waist pants ,His hips and stomach spilling out just the right amount of flesh . He was covered in sweat , His stubble showed ever so slightly over his top lip .

His lips were pink and his eyes were slightly tired. But he smiled at the crowed every now and then , making them go crazy when he arched his back and humped his guitar, his thick fingers moving sinfully on the strings .

You imagined what it would be like to be touched by him , held by him and have his perfectly pink bow shaped lips against yours . He stood proud on the stage , a figure of comfort and attachment to you .

You and Jake had always had an intense and intimate relationship. It wasn't quite father-daughter , but it wasn't buddies either . What was it ? You didn't know . You always found Jake attractive , you were aware of that fact . But today on stage , he looked attractive in ways he shouldn't be to you .

You couldn't help but go home that night finding your panties soaked with arousal. You had no choice but to relieve yourself of the overwhelm . And you'd be lying if you said you didn't think of Jake when you got off.

You felt horrible after it tho . Remembering he was supposed to be your father figure. You told yourself it was just your hormones and you were probably ovulating and to never let yourself do it again .

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"honey?" Karen called as she knocked on the door

"yeah it's open" you called as you were focused on painting your toe nails on your bed .

"honey I need to ask you something" she said as she let herself in .

You stopped what you were doing and looked up at her as she leaned against your door frame .

"me and Kelly were planning to go on a trip to this weekend. Would you be okay with staying here alone or do you wanna move back with Jake for a while. I know you miss him" she gave you a sneaky smile . You couldn't help but be over joyed with that information.

"ofcourse mrs.k have fun" you laughed lightly and she smiled back widely as she left , closing the door behind her .

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The weekend had come faster than you thought and Jake had picked you up to take you back to his place before the kiszka parents had left for their trip .

"I haven't touched your room . It's just how you left it- oh! And guess what?" Jake speaks excitedly as he enters his house with you .

"what?" You smile .

"I got this thing from Amazon" he says as he seemed to rummage for it , grabbing it off the coffee table and handing it to you .

"when I press this button, a light goes off in your room. Now I can reach you even if you have your phone on silent or music blasting" he states proudly and you couldn't help but laugh , remembering the awkward scene that happened weeks ago.

"oh by the way. I have someone coming over tonight. Don't mind her she's just my girlfriend" Jake stops in his tracks as he reminds himself to tell you .

His what-!?

"ooh alright" You force out. You felt weird. His girlfriend? Since when? And he had the audacity to only tell you about her now !? Why was this so upsetting? It was like you Barely knew anything about him .

Even Jake noticed how blunt your response was but he brushed it off thinking you were just tired from the trip .

You waited, anxiously for this girlfriend of Jake's to arrive. Also wouldn't it be awkward? What if they wanted to fuck all night ? You'd just be in their way . You were boiling up in anger and you didn't even understand why .

You were lying in bed when you heard a female voice and the front door shutting . Your ears perked up and you hurried to your door to crack it open slightly, just to get a glimpse of what she sounded like .

"she's upstairs?" You heard her say faintly . Jake responded to her but his voice was lower in frequency plus it sounded like they were in close proximity to eachother so he didn't need to talk very loud .

You heard her squeal followed by a couple giggles from the both of them . Were you jealous? Why would you be jealous? Maybe because you were just upset that Jake never said anything about something so intricate about his life . You didn't know , You didn't want to know .

The light that Jake got for you in your room flashed , meaning he was calling you down.

You were nervous to go down an meet her . But you went down , putting on your best smile .

"y|n, this is Carrie. Carrie this is y|n" he introduced. You noted how he didn't call you by a nickname in front of her . He probably liked her alot .

"hii it's so nice to finally meet you! Jake's told me so much about you" she smiled brightly as she pulled you into a hug .

"he's never mentioned you actually" you say as she broke the hug and you saw her glare at Jake .

"I met her at a bar a few days after you left from here so I didn't really find the time to tell you" Jake explains to you . You feel a sort of comfort to know they've only been dating for for a month .

You sat around and talked with them for a while . You noticed how he called her all the names he'd usually call you . 'love, honey, sweetie, mama etc' . While he only called you by your name , which he usually never did .

Once you notice the wine they were drinking was getting to them and they were getting touchy with eachother, you excused yourself to your room . You couldn't stand seeing his hands on her , caressing her and kissing her cheek and the way he looked at her .

You were angry . No. You were jealous. You couldn't believe yourself. Millions of girls must be jealous. I mean look at him.

Why did you feel like you wanted him all to yourself? Why did you absolutely hate the thought of him being with another woman?

You grabbed your pillow and threw it across the room in frustration before you picked up your phone and vented out to your friend.

That was the moment you truely know how you felt about him . That was the moment you acknowledged to yourself the reason behind the awkward interactions and weird tensions. You'd been ignoring it , but you couldn't be blind to it anymore .

You couldn't do this . Not just because jake was so much older than you . But because he was supposed to be your father figure and also your father's bestfriend. You couldn't do this to him .

You cried yourself to sleep that night , blasting music into your ears so you didn't have to think about anything or hear what Jake and his girlfriend was doing.

You woke up in a daze and realised you'd fallen asleep with your headphones on . You woke up and grabbed your stuff to head out to your part time , noticing Jake in the kitchen.

"I made you breakfast love!" He called before you could leave.

"no thank you" you say as you slipped your shoes on . It came out more rudely than you wanted it to and you looked over at the kitchen to see his sad expression.

"ugh fine" you sigh as you head over to the kitchen and grab a couple pancakes.

You looked at him again and he was smiling at you this time . But your eyes fell to his neck , noticing a dark plum red mark on the side of his throat . You wished you didn't have to see it .

"what's wrong?" He asked , noticing your mood worsen .

"nothing. I gotta go" you say before you turned around and left. You barely caught a glimpse of another hickey on the side of his neck but you didn't want to look at him anymore. You wondered where else Carrie had marked him as hers .

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As the day went by you hoped you would calm down . But your day just kept getting worse , Shit happening at work and your boss yelling at you and other shit . You were just pent up in frustration by the end of the day .

You even decided to get a coffee to calm yourself on the way home . But some jerk had to bump into you and make you spill it all over yourself and stain your sweater completely.

You barged into the house , almost growling as you walked to the laundry room .

"y|n?" Jake called out.

You rolled your eyes , annoyed because you wanted at least an hour to yourself. Jake wasn't supposed to be home .

You still didn't care to answer him , you grab the ends of your sweater to rip it off over your head until you can't pull it over your head anymore.

You groan loudly in frustration again , tears brimming your eyes as you try to take the sweater off , but you were stuck when you hear the laundry room door open .

"woah woah woah!" Jake saw you struggling in your sweater , your arms stuck in the air , with your face burried inside it , you must've looked so stupid you thought.

You felt Jake's strong hands grab your sweater and help pull it over your head gently while you aggressively fought out of it .

Once you escaped from the sweater, you snatched it out of Jake's , startling him before you opened the washing machine in front of you to throw your sweater in.

"honey wants wrong you've been off the whole day are you alright?" Jake asks in worry as he watches you as you slam the door closed but even that had to pop right open again .

"I'm! Fine!" You scream as you slam the washing machine door between each word , but the door kept opening again .

"FUCK!" You yelp as your finger gets in the way the third time you try to snap the door close. Jake immediately grabbed your hand you get a look at it as blob of blood pools on the finger .

"wait here" he said and quickly rushed out . You felt tired . Tired of feeling how you felt and tired that you were forced to keep it to yourself. Your finger throbbed and tears threatened to fall.

Jake rushed back in and with a alcohol swab and band aids . He quickly tended to your finger as tears fell down your face .

"oh I'm sorry. Does it sting too bad?" Jake asks , noticing your tears . But you weren't crying because of the physical pain. You weren't crying because of the physical pain at all for the emotional hurt you felt was too big it almost drowned out any other pain .

You just stood there and cried as Jake plastered up your finger . You let out a choked sob and Jake looked at you worried.

"y|n i-" he spoke but you cut him off as you burried your face in your hands and began to sob .

"hey it's alright" Jake comforted , wrapping his arms around you as you cried into him . He knew you weren't just crying because your finger hurt . He knew there was something else bothering you .

"I miss him" you choke out and Jake's heart breaks , squeezing you tighter.

All this wouldn't be happening if your dad was here. Seeing him waste away and get high on every drug on the planet was something you didn't miss. But you still missed your dad.

"I hate everything!" You wail into your palms pressed against his chest and he holds you tight and rubs your back.

"I'm a horrible person" you mutter. And Jake shushs you, he thought the same of it himself.

After Jake saw you naked that night it was all he could think about. Frustrated with himself he decided to hook up with a girl or get a girlfriend so he could stop obsessing over you. Because he thought it was just his hormones and loneliness making him feel like that.

But getting a girlfriend didn't help. He could only think of you. That's why he avoided you and barely visited you when you were at his parent's.

He never wanted to bring it up to himself or anyone about how he felt about you. How he longed for your presence when you were gone and how he'd wish he would've had a different approach to everything.

No one was more of a horrible person than him, he thought. He hated himself for even considering to look at you in that way. When he practically watched you grow up your whole life.

He was pretty young when you were born too. And so was your dad . They barely knew what the were doing. But so far you came out alright.

You broke away from him and sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

"you okay sweetie?" he asked . He was so curious to know what had you so worked up . And honestly, you didn't even know either.

"you have milk in your hair" he says , touching your soaked hair that fell over your shoulder and chest .

"I'm gonna go shower" you say as you walk past him , leaving him in the laundry room alone and confused.

Just when you thought your day literally couldn't get worse . You took your clothes off to your panties stained .

"fuck my life" you look up at the ceiling as tears continued to fall from your tired eyes. At least that explains alot .

And even worse , you walk up to your cabinet and find no tampons or sanitary pads. You didn't even pack any like the idiot you were .

What the fuck were you going to do now.

"Jake-" you call , your clogged nose voice cracks as you call out to him from your bathroom.

"Jake!" You yell louder.

"what's wrong?" You hear his voice,, worried behind the door.

"I um-" you hiccup from crying do much.

"I'm sorry i- I need- I've got my" you try to talk but all you could do was cry.

"y|n?" Jake asked, his voice showing he was properly worried .

"I don't have tampons-" you blurt and Jake's shoulders relax as he sighs .

"it's alright I'll go get some. Tell me whatever you need" Jake speaks comfortingly.

You tell him what you needed and he quickly runs off to the store . He went and decided to buy you everything you ever mentioned to like too , to make you feel better. It was the least he could do . He was back by the time you'd finished your bath in perfect timing.

"y|n I'm back!" He yells as he walked into the front door with two bag fulls.

"in here!" You yell from the bathroom as you hide behind the door , wrapped in only your towel as you crack the door open slightly and reached your hand out .

You felt him pass you the box of tampons before you slipped your hand back in and closed the door .

"thank you Jake" you say and he takes note of how you sounded better after a nice hot bath .

"it's alright love" he calls back.

He gave you a few minutes to get dressed and go into your room and settle down before knocking on your room door.

"it's open!" You call , your nose was still blocked from crying as you sat on your bed , your arms tired from trying to blow dry your hair .

The door flicked open and Jake came in with the stuff he got you .

"what's all that?" You ask in confusion as he sets it down on your bed.

He shrugs and gestured for you to look in them . You hesitantly looked to find a bunch of chocolates and candies and so much unnecessary stuff.

"Jake it's only my period I'm not dying" you smile up at him .

"you sure acted like you were dying about an hour ago in the laundry room" he teased and you groaned in embarrassment as you laughed with him.

"bedsides, you deserve a treat" he spoke , his laugh dying out as he pat your head , noticing your hair was still soaking wet .

Jake was always the guy that helped you dry your hair ever since you were a baby. So much that you didn't even know how to do it yourself.

"need some help?" Jake asks , reaching out for the blow drier in your hand.

"yes please" you sighed , handing it to him and moving for him to take a seat on your bed next to you .

Your eyes closed in bliss as you felt his calloused fingers massage into your scalp as he dried your hair . He smiled , remembering old times.

"ow my neck" you groan when Jake turned your head to do the other side .

"c'mere" he said as he moved back on the bed and gesture for you to sit between his legs as he spread them out .

You smiled widely as you made yourself comfortable between his legs , resting your back against his chest as he massaged and dried the rest of your hair .

Your eyes started to get heavy so you kept them closed , struggling to keep your head upright for Jake. Until you dropped off on his shoulder.

He didn't realise you'd fallen asleep ,but he knew you were tired . He continued drying the top of your head and the front before he was completely done .

He put the dryer down to find you softly snoring on his shoulder because of your blocked nose from crying , sound asleep just like old times . How you'd fall asleep in his lap and he'd carry you to bed .

He made an upside down smile at the sight . He stayed stiff , not wanting to wake you. He waited a while like that , realising you weren't going to wake up soon .

So he backed to your pillows on the bed, you shuffled at the movements but didn't wake up. He pulled you up slightly next to him , laying your head on the pillows. As just as he turned to get off your bed , you cuddled into him , throwing your arm over him and letting out a tired hum.

His body tensed before it relaxed again . He lay there , waiting for the right time to escape from you , but you held him tightly.

So he just lay there with you , caressing your hair and back as you fell into a deep sleep in his embrace.

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Beyond Recognition

Sally had been there when it happened. She'd seen it with her own eyes, and she still couldn't believe it. They were in the flat of the suspect, who wasn't even a suspect before the Freak somehow deduced that he was the only one with motive and means. He had texted Lestrade the outcome of his investigation, oh wonder, and the location to meet. Lestrade had taken Sally and some police officers and now they were standing here. Well, Sally was standing here. The other officers were searching the flat for evidence and Greg was talking with John and Sherlock. Sally stood there and wondered, how Sherlock was able to solve a case in three days, that a whole team from the yard could not.

Suddenly, the front door opened and a man stood in the living room. He was tall, fit, and dressed in trainers and a plain shirt, and he was definitely surprised by what he found in his flat. And he definitely didn't like it. He turned to run but Dr Watson, who was closest to the door, threw himself on the man to prevent his escape. It all happened in mere seconds. First, the former army doctor was pinning the suspect down, the next moment he gave a pained cry and the other man struggled back to his feet. Sally saw the jolt that went through Sherlocks body and she expected him to lunge on the suspect, to put on a chase how he was so fond of doing. But instead he went pale and rushed towards John, threw himself to his knees next to him. “John!” His voice was urgent and worried, nearly anxious, and he grabbed Johns body and helped him to lean against the wall. He knelt before him and grabbed his shoulders. “John, deep breath, take a deep breath, can you look at me?” Than Sally saw it. There was a knife, stabbed into the Doctor's thigh. She gasped. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see some officers running behind the suspect, but she couldn't turn her gaze from the scene in front of her. The slower the Doctor blinked, the more frantic the voice of the detective became. Sally couldn't help but stare, frozen in shock and disbelief. He was out of his bloody mind. Sherlock was out of his mind with worry. With worry for John Watson. Sally couldn't see the man who was standing there only moments before. This wasn't Sherlock Holmes, the cold and rude freak, who didn't care for anyone but himself and barely said a pleasant word to anyone. He was beyond recognition, shaking with worry for his friend, whispering to him not to fall asleep, to stay with him, to be brave. He held the man, held him steady, stroked him reassuringly and told him how good he was doing, that help was on the way, how strong he was. “John, stay awake, please. Look at me, just look at me. What should I ever do without you? Do you realise that I'm nothing without you? You do know that, do you? Silly question, of course you know. Look what you do to me, I'm asking silly questions. We have to talk about this later I presume. John, John!” Sally saw the Doctor's eyes close and his head rolling slightly to the side. “John? No... no, no, no, no, no.... Come on John, don't give up!” He lowered the limp body to the floor, pressed a finger to his pulse and checked his breathing. He seemed a bit relieved, but it wasn't doing too much to calm him down. He turned his head over his shoulder and shouted: “Where is the ambulance? What's taking them so long?!” Greg, who seemed as shocked as Sally, answered in a distant tone: “They're on their way. Won't take long.” Sherlock scoffed and turned to John again. He crouched down beside him and stroked his chest. Sally could see his eyes, blown wide and red as if he would start to cry any second. He was pale, even more than usual, and his hands were trembling. His entire body was actually shaking. He continued to speak to John, directly into his ear, so Sally couldn't hear any of it, but she could hear the gentle tone the rapid flow of words was spoken in. Eventually the medics arrived and surrounded the man lying unconscious on the floor. Another man in a neon jacked entered the room and gestured them all to leave, to ensure an undisturbed initial care of John Watson.

Sally obeyed, slowly leaving the room on slightly unsteady limbs. The last thing Sally could see, was Sherlock, holding John's left hand in both of his, holding him gently, not allowing anything to come between them.

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Chapter 25 of The Other-world Universe; let’s hope Erica recovers from last chapter…

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[The Consequences of Your Actions]

When Ivan returned, I was lying down in the place where I'd slept the week of the tunnels' construction. My stomach churned awfully, and my thoughts spiraled into regret after regret of things I could’ve done differently — things I could’ve done to protect Erica, or prevent her from being hurt at all.

Ivan cleared his throat slightly to announce his arrival, tearing me away from thought. "I have good news," he said softly, "Erica's alright." I sat up immediately. "Where is she? What happened?" Ivan flinched away from me at my sudden movement, but quickly righted himself. "She was out cold when I checked up on her, but the nurses told me what happened. They said she has to stay a few nights there, maybe longer, depending on how she feels when she wakes up." My small glimmer of excitement faded, but I was still beyond relieved that Erica was ok.

"What happened to her?" "A few of Erica's ribs are broken. Thankfully they hadn't punctured her lungs or they.. might not have been able to save her. They put her on some pain medication that makes her tired, but there's really not much else they can do. The best thing to do is tape it up and just wait for it to heal."

"So there was no.. surgery or anything?" When Ivan said Erica's ribs were broken, I assumed the doctors would have to go in and put them back in place, but Ivan shook his head. "Nope, no surgery. Apparently, the bones will grow back on their own so long as Erica does a good amount of breathing exercises, and avoids doing any fighting for the next month or two."

"Alright," I sighed relievedly, feeling a lot less awful than before. "Oh, and my mom made you these," Ivan added, pulling out a large bag of cookies. "I know it's not much for you, though. You probably won't even taste them." Regardless, I held out my hand. "I'll take them. Tell your mom 'thank you' for me." He nodded. "And thank you for staying with me, Ivan. I don't have many friends in this world other than Erica, so it's nice to have you here." Ivan smiled, looking slightly embarrassed. "You're welcome."

It was rather late, so Ivan left to get some sleep. I decided to stay in the valley for the night, just in case. I wasn't the least bit tired, so I ate the cookies. As Ivan predicted, I didn't taste much at all, but it was the thought that counted. I fell asleep briefly, but got up after a gorey nightmare involving the military people from earlier. The rest of the night my heart pounded too quickly for me to shut my eyes longer than a quick blink.

Bright and early the next morning, Ivan came back to see me. He looked eager to talk with me, so I knew he had good news. Without thinking, I scooped him up similarly to how I casually grabbed Erica. He yelped, fearfully clawing at my fingers wrapped around his torso, gasping for breath. “Wh- What are you doing?!” “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to pick you up like that! I- I just got a little excited,” I apologized hastily, opening my palm and cupping him gently. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ivan shook his head, “No, I wasn't hurt just.. terrified.”

In the few seconds I had him in my grip, I had felt his little panicked heartbeat. “Sorry.” “It’s alright. I’m okay now.” We were silent for an awkward moment. "Oh! Erica asked me to tell you that she's alright," he told me, remembering why he’d come. "The doctors want to keep her for two weeks at the physical therapy building, just to make sure she doesn't go off and mess up her healing process." I gave an unamused huff. "I bet she didn't take that very well." Ivan laughed slightly, "No, she didn't. Erica wanted to come out here and see you, but they wouldn't even let her do that. I don't think the nurses trust you all that much. They think you might pull her into another fight before she heals up."

Though I did think it was rude of them to deny us a visit after everything I'd done for the small city, I had to admit that trouble did seem to follow me wherever I went. I wanted to see Erica just as badly as she wanted to see me, but if the nurses thought she would be safer in the city, I'd leave her be. "It's only two weeks, right?" I asked Ivan as I let him back down. "Yep," he replied, "You two will survive just fine without seeing each other for a few weeks."

That's true, but Ivan doesn't know how abruptly we ended our conversation yesterday. I'd been so shocked over the bucketload of information Erica had given me, I hadn't really thought through it all. I planned to unpack what I learned as I made my rounds of the mountains surrounding the city. Someone stopped me before I left, however.

At first I thought it was Ivan, coming back to tell me more news — maybe the nurses had changed their minds. But the man coming towards me was too old to be Ivan, though. Mr. Stoll, maybe? No, that was too old. Once he got about two feet of my measurements away, I realized that it was neither of them.

"I- I know you're probably busy, so I won't stay long. I don't know if this will even make sense, but.. did you..?" He stopped short and re-thought about what he was trying to say — lifting his hand to shield the sun as he looked all the way up to see me. I'd seen that kind of hesitation a few times before. Almost anyone who met me had stumbled over their words or hesitated trying to talk with someone who they had to look almost directly up to make eye contact with. Slowly, I sat back down in front of him, keeping a bit of distance between us so I didn't scare him off.

The little man tried again. "Have you ever saved a mountain climber? Specifically about five-ish years ago?" I stared down at him, confused. It was such a strangely specific question. "N- Nevermind," he backtracked, "It probably has nothing to do with you." Just as he turned to leave, I jogged my memory of what I did five years ago. That was around the time I'd convinced myself to completely control Erica. Not a great point in my life. However, the strangeness of his questions caused a forgotten memory to resurface.

"Wait! Come a bit closer," I asked before he got too far. The man hesitantly took a few steps in my direction, unwilling to get any closer to me than that. I gently bent all the way down from my sitting position, so my eyes were somewhat on his level. Now that I could properly see him, I gasped, recognizing him. "You.. You're the guy who was stuck on the side of the mountain!" I realized, dumbstruck. "I saved you invisibly because I was afraid of how you might react if you saw me."

His eyes went wide and he took a step back. "So that was you? You're the invisible being that saved my life?" I nodded, sitting back up. "I guess so." The man chuckled in bewilderment. "Wow.. I'm.. My name's Evan Felton. It's an honor to finally meet you. When I found out that one of your inhuman abilities was to become invisible, I realized my mystery hero might've been you." Smiling fondly down at him, I nodded to the Cavern City. "How did you find this place?" I asked, "I hope the apocalypse hasn't affected you too badly."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head tiredly. "I lived in Barideen. You know, the city the giants captured under that tent?" "Woah, you lived there?" "Mhm. With my family — a wife and two kids," he replied. "They're all safe now, thanks to you.” He looked up at me thankfully, then his brows furrowed. “You know, there are some people who speak ill of you in there," Mr. Felton said, turning towards the city. "I have no clue why, other than the fact that they're just not used to the concept of a good-at-heart giant." I turned warily to the city as well. Through the barrier, I could still see the jagged evidence of my rampage months ago. "Well," I admitted, "You don't know about my history with this particular city."

Mr. Felton turned back to me, slightly confused. "You see, when I first came across this place, there was a dome of rock over the entire thing. See where the rock ledges cut off abruptly around the perimeter of the city? That all used to be part of the mountain. It covered up everything so naturally that giants couldn't find it. There was a bit of a.. misunderstanding. I ended up tearing down the rock ceiling, exposing the place, and almost getting everyone inside captured. Thankfully I managed to save them, but they probably still don't like me all that much."

"Huh," Mr. Felton mused after a while, "I guess that explains it. You did fix everything with the barrier, but I can see why they might not trust you." I nodded, glancing down the valley. All this talk of my duties towards the Cavern City made me remember what I'd originally intended to do. "I have to go survey the mountains now. I'm sorry to leave like this, but it's my job." He nodded, "Alright, thanks for talking to me. I'll have to find some way to pay you back for what you've done for me. This is the second time you've saved my life, and my family's, now, too."

I shook my head, "Oh! Mr. Felton, you don't have to do anything for me! I'm glad I could help." He disagreed. "No, I insist! And please just call me Evan. Mr. Felton was my father.” I chuckled, “Evan it is, then.” “Whenever I think of something I can do for you, I'll let you know." "Alright," I gave in, "Until then." The little man headed back into the city, and I began my patrol of the mountains. My spirits had been lifted some by the unexpected visit. It was nice to see the results of my hard work fighting to keep everyone safe.

I happily continued along my route, but when I came to the western side, I stopped dead in my tracks. All the bodies from the day before were gone. The others from the camp must've come back to reclaim them. I was hoping to leave some sort of message with them — warning the scientists to stop capturing people or threatening me and the city. However, the bodies themselves might’ve sent that message just fine without a note.

Tomorrow I'll have to do a reconnaissance mission over to their campsite to see how they reacted to Erica's little killing spree. That day just wasn't a good day to do it. I wanted at least a small break from the scientists and military people. Also, I was still holding out hope that some doctor might overrule the nurses' decision to keep Erica inside for a whole two weeks. I had to keep reminding myself that it would be healthier for her to stay in the city, no matter how desperately I wanted to talk to her, or even just see her.

On the following day, Ivan greeted me yet again. He had no news to report other than Erica was miserable and the doctor had approved her two-week-long stay at the physical therapy center. Before he left, I asked him if he could find a way to get a message to either Mr. Stoll or Ms. Ashford. I wanted at least one of the founders to know that I was heading out to the scientists' camp. I took an extra long time eating breakfast, hoping to stall myself until either of them came to address me. Finally, Mr. Stoll came strolling out of one of the tunnels leading to the Cavern City. "I was told you wanted to talk with one of the founders," he said gruffly. "What is it?"

"I just wanted you to know that I'm heading to the scientists’ camp to see how they reacted to the fight a few days ago." Marcus raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I was going to ask you to do that yesterday, but Ms. Ashford insisted I give you more time to rest." "I would like that, actually,” I admitted, “But I'm anxious that they might be planning some kind of nefarious revenge." "Then by all means, go check it out! Should I summon that boy to help you?" "Who, Ivan?" I asked, "No, let him have a break. I'm just going to scout out the place. I'm not doing any fighting." Marcus only shrugged and turned to head back into the city.

About an hour's walk from the mountains, I came upon the site of the scientists' camp. I almost hadn't recognized it. Everything was gone. The only way I realized I was in the right place was because of the abandoned city at its center. Was it really that easy to scare them off?

Somehow I doubted the terrifying head scientist from the radio broadcast would've simply given up. Then again, if they were only regrouping to attack later, why would they give up a perfectly good camp? Unless, of course, they just changed locations because I knew where this campsite was. My idea from a few days ago sprang up again. What if the scientists just moved to a further, unprotected spot to capture innocent people where I couldn’t protect them?

Predicting their strategies was already making my head hurt. After walking around invisibly and double-checking that the camp really was gone, I made the return trip back to the Cavern City. My report to Mr. Stoll was quick. The only thing to say was that the camp was gone. I gave him a few of my theories as to why, then left him to it.

Every night during those two weeks, I slept in the valley, just in case something happened with Erica that I needed to be there for; also just in case the scientists were planning a sneak attack on the city. Either way, I would be right there at the ready if anything too out-of-the-ordinary happened. Ivan came to talk with me at least once a day. I decided not to say anything to him about the recent battle — only that Erica had been an amazing fighter, but was hit quite violently by one of the military people.

Mr. Felton.. Well, Evan, also came by a second time to offer me thank you letters that his family, and many others, had made for me. It was touching to know so many people saw me as a hero, not just some mistake-prone giant. Even if they were too afraid to deliver the letters themselves.

As well as continuing my surveillance, I also continued healing up my bruises. I brought re-freezable ice packs into the other-world to ease them away. Between those letters and the occasional visits from other-worldian friends, life was starting to feel comfortable again. The only thing missing — the biggest thing missing — was Erica.

#At least Erica will be alright even if Alexis can’t visit her :(#chapter 26 will be up tomorrow!#(it’s a rather spicy one hehe)#(Erica can’t contain herself after being separated for two whole WEEKS and with so much tension finally released too)#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #other-world universe

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talaok · 2 years ago

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I've dreamed of this | Pt. IX

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change.

This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary: Penelope calls you, and causes a chain reaction

warnings: angst (please don’t be mad at me)

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*I'm really sorry for the long wait*

y/n

even his couch felt more comfortable than your own.

It was like you were meant to be here, it felt, like you were meant to be here.

The moment you woke up this morning, your head against his chest, and his sweet amber eyes looking down at you, the only question scratching your mind was why? Why have I waited this long for something I now see, was everything I've always wanted, if not needed?

It didn't make sense,

but then again, it did.

He had told you not to move, begged you even, to promise you wouldn't leave, and you didn't know how to tell him that that wasn't even a possibility you had weighed.

He had, unwillingly, left for work, and left you in his sunny apartment, feeling at home in one that was not your own.

You had been here before, dinners with the team, crashing at his place, movie nights where he either spent the whole time translating the film, or complaining about the improbability portrayed in the ones you chose.

You had been here, sure, but never like this,

now, it was as if you were looking at a whole new flat, a whole new world, one where things did, work out, and where his dark green walls maybe weren't so bad after all.

You had this feeling in your chest you couldn't describe as you smiled brainlessly at the off tv, relieving every second of the past 12 hours.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this- a lot, for a very long time"

"I don't think I've ever meant anything more"

"would you just please let me kiss you?"

" I could too"

"I like you y/n, I've liked you for a very long time, In a way, I had never had before, and I know this isn't ideal, that there are a lot of things we should consider and talk about, and I'm willing to do that, but I just thought you should know"

"I like you, and I'm serious about this"

All of it in your brain, a constant background above the silence around you.

it felt like a dream,

this couldn't be real,

right?

You had spent so much time fighting it, rationalizing all of it, your feelings for him, the way your heart would melt every time he blushed or smiled, and now there you were.

It all felt surreal.

This wasn't supposed to happen,

This was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden,

and still,

you had taken a bite of the apple,

and nothing had happened,

not yet anyway.

Ring Ring

Your phone was ringing.

"Hello?" you hadn't even looked at the caller ID

"hi gorgeous, how's it going?" You recognized Penelope's voice.

You smiled at that "great" you said "it's going great"

"Really? Emily said she talked to you yesterday and you seemed down"

"Oh yes" you recalled "well, everything is better now"

"Really?"

"yes, really Pen" you smiled at her thoughtfulness,

"So did you find some things to do?"

You had to hide a laugh "Yes-yes I definitely did"

"Cool like what?"

fuck

it wasn't like you could tell her the truth.

oh yeah, so I basically got into a relationship that I'd been avoiding for years with Spencer, our coworker.

That didn't seem like it would work out

"I- I started watching- " you looked around frantically, and your eyes spotted a book "I started watching the lord of the rings"

"the whole saga?" she asked, shocked

"yes, it's been keeping me occupied"

"Spencer's gonna be happy about that" she scoffed amusedly.

Your cheeks flushed just at the mention of his name "Speaking of which" she said, and you could hear the smirk on her lips "Wonderboy arrived late today" she snickered "word on the street is he's got a girlfriend"

"What?" the words fled your mouth before you could stop them

How was it possible they already knew?

Yes, they were profilers, but no profiler was that good.

"Yes, let's just say he must have forgotten about some marks the lucky lady left on his neck"

Shit

Shit shit shit

"oh" you could only breathe

"not to mention how distracted he is " she chuckled softly "he hasn't even done his crossword this morning" she whispered as if it was some sort of profanity,

which, of course, it kind of was,

Spencer never missed a day, the whole team knew it.

You didn't know what to say, and so you stayed silent.

You could feel Penelope's attitude shift "Shoot- listen I know you two were kind of... I don't know- something-" she trailed off "but maybe this is better you know, with the whole Hotch thing and you being friends"

"I mean it's not like a woman like you doesn't have a line of men waiting for her"

"We weren't- anything" you clarified

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you" you could hear the sadness creeping up her voice.

"It's fine, Pen, I'm-I'm happy for him"

"alright," she said, even though both of you knew she was still mortified "well anyway I and the gals thought we could come by this afternoon to keep you company"

Oh fuck

they couldn't come by, you weren't even there.

"oh no don't do that"

really y/n? that's the best you could come up with?

"why?" Penelope asked

C'mon think of something

"I just- I'm feeling a bit sick"

"oh" she hummed "I'm sorry," she said, " why didn't you say anything before?"

"I just didn't want you to worry"

"I'm- I'm not " she lied plainly "I could make you some soup you know? I could bring it to you. Yes, you know what, I'm gonna get off work earlier and get started on it-"

"Wait Pen"

"yes?" she stopped her rambling, and it surprised you she still had air left in her lungs.

"I think it's best if I just rest a bit y'know?"

"Sure" she smiled, but you could tell she was disappointed and worried altogether "I understand"

"thank Pen, say hi to the team for me"

"of course" she nodded "take care of yourself"

"will do" you joked "bye now"

"bye"

You stared at the colorless reflection looking back at you from the black screen,

Your smile had faded,

The feeling in your belly had mutated,

more bitter now, the warmth slowly dissipating against the cold breeze.

You should have been happy right?

You had gotten away with it,

both of you had,

Yes, the team thought Spencer had a girlfriend, but they had no idea it was you.

And you were able to convince Penelope not to come by your house.

Everything went perfectly,

so why did you feel like this?

like a puff had just caused the unsteady house of cards to fall to the ground.

You had everything you wanted,

you had him,

you had you, together.

this wasn't how it was supposed to be,

you should be feeling ecstatic,

happy,

on fucking cloud nine,

but it was as if you had to woken up from the dream, from the fable, and reality was starting to hit.

You had lied to her,

to Penelope,

one of your best friends, a person who knew everything about you, a person who'd seen you cry and laugh and puke more times than you'd like to admit.

You had to lie

Make up a bunch of things and lie to her face like it was normal, like nothing was wrong with that.

But so much was wrong with it,

And not only because it made you feel dirty, and shitty, no, but because she didn't deserve it.

She would never do it to you, you knew.

And still, you hadn't even hesitated before doing it to her.

And as much as you liked to think that it was necessary, and that it wasn't gonna be forever, you had no real guarantee that that was the truth

You had never really thought about it,

and apparently, all it took was a phone call for the pandora's box lid to fly off, and your mind was now flooding with doubts and fear, and second thoughts.

When were you gonna be able to tell people?

never, was the only answer you could think of,

You weren't allowed to date,

because of Hotch's rule,

And it's not like you could have told everyone but him, that seemed practically impossible.

So that was it, either one of you left the BAU or you would have to keep it a secret forever, continuing to lie every single day.

The thought of it terrified you,

And with it, millions more started clouding your mind.

__ __ __

"hello"

you had been crying

"hi" you smiled weakly from the couch

He threw his sachel on a chair and walked up to you immediately, bending to meet his lips with yours.

It felt good, too good.

"I've missed you" he sat next to you, a big smile on his face "I couldn't wait to get home" he confessed shily "I don't think anybody suspects anything though, so we're in the clear" he moved a lock of hair behind your ear, and his brows furrowed "what's wrong?"

You didn't know where to begin,

a tsunami of emotions was going off inside of you, and you had no idea how to get them out.

"Penelope called" you finally said

"ok" you could tell he was confused "that's good right?"

yes, Spencer, that's supposed to be good.

God, you felt like you were going crazy.

"I lied to her"

"what do you mean?"

"she said she wanted to come to my house, and I said I was sick"

"Oh" he breathed "that's-that's ok, I mean that's like a - white lie"

You could only look at him, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

"And you know, you could have gone back home, that would have b-"

"that's not the point Spencer" your voice broke " I lied to her, and- and I'm gonna have to keep doing it"

"what? no that's not true" he placed a hand on your thigh, trying to reassure you.

"We can't tell anyone Spence you know it"

"Well I mean we could tell her, just not Hotch"

"and how that gonna work?" you asked way too harshly.

"I'm sorry I just- there's a lot of things we haven't thought of"

"I know y/n I know" he stoaked your cheek "but we can work it out"

Oh, you so wanted to give in, to tell him that yes, maybe you could and that he was right, but you knew that wasn't the truth, as much as it pained you to say it, he was wrong.

"How?" you said "We're gonna get fired if Hotch finds out, and unless one of us wants to leave the team we're gonna have to keep it a secret," you explained with a weak voice "and I don't know-" you couldn't believe you were about to say it "I don't know if I can do it, Spencer"

It was like you had just punched him in the face,

his eyes went blank, as his smile disappeared.

"I'm sorry" you cried "I'm so sorry Spence this is all my fault I should have never come here, please- i'm so sorry" you reached for his hand.

"y/n-" he tried to talk but you interrupted him

"no, please don't try to change my mind" you begged "It's- It's not only Hotch, Spence" you confessed

"You're my friend," you said "before this, before everything you're my friend Spence, and- and you mean everything to me, y'know" you sighed "and if- if this doesn't work out I don't wanna lose you, I can't, I can't lose you, I don't think I could do it without you"

"And I know this is gonna mess things up for a bit but I hope we could still be friends because I need that Spence, I need you as I friend, and I'm scared that if we do this, like really do this, and learn we've made a mistake, then I'm gonna lose you forever, and I can't let that happen"

You hadn't noticed the tears fleeing your eyes, because your sight was fixated on him, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes still in shock.

"I-" he swallowed thickly, his eyes scanning your face "You're never gonna lose me y/n" he said "we can work this out"

"This can't be how this ends"

"I'm sorry" was all you could say

"Y/n the moment I met you, the moment you smiled and introduced yourself, I knew I wanted this, the first time I saw you laugh I thought I was gonna have a heart attack y/n, I-I- I spent the last four years of my life stealing glances at you, and planning things to do or say to make you happy." he breathed "you can't do this y/n, not now"

"I'm sorry" your lip was trembling

"please forgive me Spence but I think it's best if I go" you got up and quickly grabbed your purse just to dash to the door,

but he followed

"y/n" you turned, and he was just there, inches from you, just like that night at the bar "y/n, I lov-"

"no, don't" you covered his mouth, a sob creeping up your throat "please don't"

You let your hand fall, taking a step to be flush against him, your mouth ghosting his "this is for the best" you breathed, hopeless "I can't lose you Spence" you kissed him, fully, desperately, like it was the last time you were ever gonna do it, because, of course, it was "please understand"

you whispered,

and without looking back,

you were out of his apartment.

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t-h-e-seance-tua · 8 months ago

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I'm sorry (JATP One shot)

So here we go, turns out this has been sitting in my google drive for a while. I found it last night and finished it off. It might seem a little rushed, but time passes differently when you are in danger.

What actually happened after Luke, Alex, and Reggie ate those street dogs?

It was the tingling in his hands he noted first, it had started not long after he grabbed the hot dog.

He wished he hadn’t ignored it.

If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

He was kneeling beside Alex, who was screaming in pain. He was the first affected. He said his throat felt funny only one bite into the hot dog, now his throat was being burnt.

“Can someone call 911!” Luke tried to call out, but was starting to feel his own throat starting to burn. He watched as the man who had sold him the hotdogs pulled out his cell phone.

“Alex, hang on. They will be here soon!” Luke tried to comfort him. Alex didn’t reply, he couldn’t reply. He was curled up on his side, clutching his stomach. Suddenly, he began violently vomiting with no signs of stopping. He continued vomiting until splashes of red turned into a river of red.

“The hot dogs must have h-had battery acid on them,” Reggie said behind Luke. Luke turned to look at him and noticed he had started sweating. Luke could tell that Reggie wasn't okay, that the front he was seeing was fake. A pit started forming in Luke’s stomach as he realised this was serious. Luke tried to form words but suddenly was overtaken by a stabbing pain in his stomach. It came on so suddenly and painfully that he let out a scream.

“Luke!” Reggie yelled, worried for his friend. Luke tried to take deep breaths, to tame the pain but it didn't work. Instead, he put on a fake smile to make sure he didn't worry Reggie.

This can't be happening

“I'm all good, go, grab my drink. Quickly rinse your mouth out.” Luke told him, hoping it would rid Reggie's mouth of the battery acid.

Reggie nodded his head. He went to stand up but instead crumbled onto his knees before falling forward.

“Reggie!” Luke called out before making his way over, clutching his side. Reggie never responded. He felt down to Reggie’s chest and noted that it was rising and falling very slowly.

How was this happening? What was going on?

Luke tried shaking Reggie awake but he wouldn’t stir. He desperately tried pushing himself up from the ground to try and get back to Alex who had also fallen silent. His arms shook before his body collapsed onto the cold, damp street.

His mind began to run through everything. Everything he regretted. This was meant to be the biggest night of the career, of their lives. Instead, the young boy was lying face down in the dirty street, praying the pain would stop.

Why did he have to be so stubborn with his mom? He knew she only wanted what was best for him. After all, he was her only child.

Oh my god, mom.

Luke had suddenly had the realisation that he could quite possibly die on this street, and his mom would never know. His mom; the one that brought him into this world. The one that coaxed him from across the living room to take his first steps. The one that held tightly onto his hand as he walked into school on his first day. The one that bought him his first guitar. The one that had been there when Shirley, Luke’s first love, had broken his heart. The one who wanted the best life for Luke. The one that was worried that playing in a band wouldn’t support him enough on his own. His mother.

An anguished sob escaped his chest that hurt even more than the battery acid in his throat. He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the figure walking towards him.

“Hey kid. You’re okay,” The figure tried to comfort him. The figure mimed taking in deep breaths, which Luke mimicked and stopped his sobbing. “What’s your name kid?”

“Luke,” He whispered, trying his best to curl up in a ball hoping to relieve the pain in his stomach.

“Luke, don’t you worry. We are going to get you sorted.” The figure said to him. He could feel something placed over his face.

"My mom, I need my mom." He cried again.

“Don’t worry, we will contact her when we get to the hospital,”

“No, she doesn’t know where I am.” He tried to say under the mask. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up at home. He could feel his body being moved onto something softer, and he gathered that he must have been loaded into the back of an ambulance.

The figure continued checking him over, and asking him questions that seemed silly for the situation.

What's your name? How old are you? What's the date today? What time is it roughly?

Luke laid there in the stretcher, shivering even though he was covered in blankets as the person continued to ask him questions. When there was a lull in the questions, he quickly jumped in.

“The other guys, where are they?” Luke finally got to ask the figure a question.

“They are being looked after by my buddies, don't you worry.”

The figure continued to poke and prod Luke. Just when Luke thought the pain was going away, another wave rippled through. He felt as if it was ripping his throat apart. Was it ripping his throat apart?

He screamed out in pain and tried to desperately roll onto his side, hoping he could curl up and lessen the pain.

“I'm sorry kid, you've got to stay on your back."

“Please make it s-stop, please I'm b-begging you!” He screamed.

“I've already given you morphine, I can't give you anymore.”

“P-Please, I want my mom,” he cried, trying to move out of the figure's grasp.

“Don't you worry kid, she'll be here soon. We are just pulling up to the hospital now.” The figure told him. He could hear the unclicking of seat belts, and parts of a static voice in the background.

“Attention all units that attended Sunset Boulevard. This is an update that one of the patients-”

“Alright kid, let's go,” the figure announced, loud enough to drown out the radio. Luke opened his eyes to see now 2 figures working around him, getting him ready to offload.

“I'm gonna be sick,” Luke whispered, but one of the figures heard him and quickly gave him a bag just in time to catch his stomach's contents. The figures seemed to work quickly now at getting the stretcher out of the truck, and rushing towards a set of doors, all while Luke continued the throw up. He dropped back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. He was too tired to open them as he was wheeled into the emergency room.

“3 young males, found in an alleyway after accidentally ingesting battery acid. This is Luke, he has been alert and oriented the whole time,” The paramedic began to say as Luke felt himself being wheeled in before they dropped their tone, in a way so they hoped that Luke couldn’t hear

“I’ve just received word from the other crews who should be here soon. One of the males has been unconscious and convulsing since they arrived on scene, the other male has died on route here."

If the pain in stomach wasn’t enough, Luke could now feel his heart shattering.

“W-What do you mean they died? They couldn’t have. Who was it?” He yelled. All they did was turn and stare at him. Luke pushed himself up, trying to escape the gurney, only to be pushed back down by much stronger hands.

“Please, son. You can’t get up,” An older male said. “I’m Dr Macburn, I’m going to do all I can to save you and your friend.”

He knew that these words were meant to bring him comfort, but instead he burst into tears as the reality of potential death set in.

“I need my mom, please,” He whispered through tears.

“We are trying to get a hold of your Mom, Luke. Don’t worry, she will be here,” The older Dr said, holding onto the young boy’s hand.

Suddenly and without warning, Luke began to vomit. He screwed his eyes up and quickly turned to his side, trying to rid the bile but finding it hard to breath. He felt a tube go into his mouth and suck what was remaining. When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw the stain that should have been green from bile was actually red.

He laid back down and sighed.

“Ring theatres, he is going to have a scope and then a laparotomy, to find out what is happening. We will most likely have to perform a tracheotomy too.” Dr Macburn called out to someone else, Luke was too tired to even open his eyes to see. “I want you to keep a watch on how much blood he vomits. He is obviously bleeding in his gastrointestinal track.”

“Sir, the other kid. I think we are about to lose him too.”

Luke could hear screaming as his mind swam through his thoughts.

What was going on?

Who was the other one on the way?

Who-

He didn’t want to think that thought.

Who was the one that had already died?

“You’re okay, you’re safe. Your mom will be here soon,” A voice tried to soothe him, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, his eyes scrunched closed as if it was going to help stop the pain. The voice grabbed his arms and tried to rub them in a soothing manner. “Please, stop screaming. You’re okay. We are going to take care of you.”

Screaming? Was he screaming? That was when he realised the screams he had heard before were in fact his own.

He opened his eyes to see that a young nurse had been the owner of the voice trying to comfort him. He could see it in her eyes, she was worried for him. Did she think he was going to die?

“Please help me. Please don't let me die. Please,” Luke cried, grabbing the nurse's hand, not wanting her to leave him. “P-Please, I want my mom. She doesn't know where I a-am.”

“We've called your mom, she's on her way. She'll be here soon,” the nurse told him, brushing the hair out of his face.

He closed his eyes, imagining that the hand running through his hair was his mother's. Through his sobs, he let out a little whisper: “I'm so sorry, mom.”

Luke could feel his throat closing, he thought it was because he was about to cry but it wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take deep enough of a breath. He opened his scared eyes and tried to look for the comforting voice from before, hoping they would help. As soon as he made eye contact with the nurse who was still trying to comfort him, she knew something was wrong.

“Sir, he’s stopped breathing!”

“We are going to have to perform the tracheotomy now! Grab the equipment!”

He closed his eyes again, trying to forget the pain and drown out the yelling that was happening around him. It was if he could feel how close death was, and he actually was wishing it would happen soon. He questioned every decision he had made in his life that led to this moment; dying alone knowing that at least one of his friends was already dead, and the other on the brink of death too.

It was at this moment, he noted the cold feeling spreading across him, as if it was the grim reaper himself wrapping the poor young boy in his arms.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” was all Luke could whisper as the darkness overtook him.

♡

I apologise for any emotional distress this one shot has caused 😂

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