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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 3 years ago

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A Siren Song

Pairing: Robert Dubois/ Bloodsport x Reader

A/N: so I just finished watching the new Suicide Squad for the second time and I’m even more obsessed now than I was the first time I watched it. It’s a brilliant film with actually good humor, a non-sexualizing and actually empowering view on Harley Quinn (that leg scene?? y'all-), the rats?? Rat-catcher 2?? THE SHARK?? FLAG?? Who looked really good in this movie, he might be another contender for a story as well as Harley Quinn so lmk ;) but Bloodsport immediately piqued my interest because it’s Idris Elba and he’s gorgeous, I loved the complexities of his character and I want to write for him and no one else has done it yet?? so shoutout to @honey-im-emotional for the support and push to do it! also love The Bodyguard movie, helped with the inspo <3 and i’m so sorry all of my stories are similar but I HAVE A TYPE enjoy and feedback is always appreciated loves and there will be SPOILERS so be warned, also if you want a Harley one next lmk ;) (it’s so long I’m so sorry lol)

Summary: You’re a highly targeted member of the royal family, the last in your line. Bloodsport is hired to be your bodyguard to both watch and assassinate the men after you. He believes it’s below his pay-grade, but reluctantly agrees, doing so to the best of his abilities. But the closeness brings more intimacy than you two expected, and sparks fly.

Warnings: foul language, sexual content, smut, choking, light bdsm, fluffy fluff, dirty dancing, dirty talk, violence and bad guys getting murdered, mentions of Harley x Reader (y’all sexy dance and kiss), reader likes women, dom! Bloodsport, age gap, alcohol consumption, jealousy, heavy kissing, slight angst, just a good time honestly

Word Count: 3,825

You dangle from the ceiling with your aerial silk, fitting your leg in the loop you’ve created, and dangling upside down. The rope wraps around your waist as you hang gracefully from your marble walls, flying. Your friend Harley Quinn taught you how to do this years ago, it now being your favorite form of exercise and relaxation when you need a moment to clear your head.

As you lightly spin, twirling and dancing in the air with your chandelier reflecting light everywhere, a dazzling fairy floating in a sea of stars. You hear footsteps approach and move to hang upside down, facing towards the grand door. Robert Dubois, a.k.a Bloodsport, walks forward to stand directly in front of you.

You have known him a few weeks or so now, him having to watch your every move and tracking down your family’s killers. He stands and meets your eyes as you dangle, hair falling below you.

“Hi,” you giggle, face flushed with heat. “I probably look ridiculous right now.”

He composes himself so he doesn’t crack a smile, but you see his lips twitch when he speaks, “No, Mrs. y/l/n.”

“I have a first name, you know,” you grin widely. “I’m younger than you, which hardly warrants such a professional title.”

“My apologies, y/n,” he fixes himself.

“It’s alright,” you ease, filling him with a sense of softness he hasn’t felt in a long time. You flip and land on your feet, letting go of your silks.

You don’t notice as his eyes glaze over your body in your sports bra and shorts, something his cold, calculated stare should never succumb to, but he does anyway and he kicks himself for doing it. You’re his client and should therefore remain as such, no conflict of interest or thoughts other than to protect. He didn’t want this job, hell, he still doesn’t know why he said yes. Maybe it was the money. Or maybe it was upon seeing you that first time, in that star-studded gown the night of a charity gala you were attending, the way the diamond littered fabric hung over your figure, absolutely dazzled. The way you looked at him and smiled, like you were used to with all the other nobles and adoring fans. But he let himself believe it was different.

He can’t do that anymore, however, because he can’t allow for any complications. And falling for his boss is certainly a complication.

You look at him and your eyes widen with realization, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me cover up.”

You grab a tee shirt and toss it over your exercise clothes. He looks down as you do so and clears his throat. This brings a small smile to your face.

“You called me in here,” he gestures to the necklace charm hanging around your neck that you can squeeze and send an instant distress signal whenever you need it. “What can I do for you, y/n?”

“Wanted you to spot me,” you tease, a smile overtaking your delicate features. You have a sort of stunning beauty about you that takes him by surprise every time he lays eyes on you. Which is often. You lay on your yoga mat and sit up straight with that same damned smile.

“I’m here to do a job, y/n,” he says, his deep, honeyed voice coating the way he says your name like heat to sugar. “Not aid you in your workout routine.”

“What? Your assassin training didn’t include sit ups?” you smile, tongue in cheek.

“No, but if you need a way to kill a man with a book,” he presses a foot over both of yours as you begin to do sit ups. “Then I’m your man.”

“Yeah, you and John Wick,” you breathe out with a laugh. “And shouldn’t you be in here watching me already? Not by the door?”

“This room has no windows and no other door or entrance besides the one I was standing by. I thought you would want privacy,” he averts your gaze. “I’m sure it’s a hard thing to come by these days for a woman like yourself.”

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, blinking, “Well, you’d be right,” you tuck your hair back. “So thank you.”

He meets your eyes, bordering on a smile, “You’re welcome.”

“Is that a smile I see?” you chuckle.

The smile shines, “It was a diversion. And you failed.”

You laugh loudly, “Will the next diversion be an actual laugh?”

“Wouldn’t be a proper diversion if you knew what it was.”

You tap his feet so he’ll get the hint and let you up. You rise to your feet and dust yourself up, “I appreciate your spotting.” You press a hand to his chest and hum. Warmth radiates from your palm and he inhales sharply. “For someone who wasn’t trained, you sure are a fast learner.”

He looks at your hand and back to your eyes, heat sprouting from where your hand touches. His hand flexes at his side as he looks around the room, to the door, seeing if it’s closed.

“I-” he cocks an eyebrow then settles. “I think I should go.”

He watches you look at him with wounded eyes, brow lowered, you open your mouth then close it.

You nod, moving away from him, “Right.”

You move to walk away when he stops you, mouth by your ear, voice dropping an octave when he whispers, “Just so you know-” you tilt your head up almost instinctively to hear him better. “-my assassin training did include reminding people who they are when they’ve forgotten their place.”

You look up at him fully now, “You work for me, remember?”

“I work for money. And you didn’t hire me. I was employed by Mrs. Waller to keep you alive,” he cocks his head slightly.

“So it would be frowned upon by her when you’re unable to walk if you touch me like that again.”

You couldn’t believe he had just said that. Your eyes widen and your cheeks once again heat up, blushing. Your chest gets hot when he doesn’t break the stare like he’s calling your bluff, and fuck, did he do just that. You turn away from him.

You can hear the smile in his voice, “That’s what I thought.”

~~~

“Robert said that!?” Harley exclaims, eyes wide. Her jaw is dropped as she does her mascara aggressively in the mirror. “He’s usually so...”

You tug down your tiny halter top over your head, your bright, flattering makeup complementing the colorful swirling pattern, “An empty void with no emotion?”

She nods emphatically, agreeing, “Exactly! I had no idea he had it in him?” she raises her brow and smooths down her leather black and red dress, “Or that he wanted to put it in you-”

You slap her arm, chastising, “You don’t know that. It might have been a threat to actually paralyze me in a very not sexual way.”

“I say both are arousing,” she shrugs, platinum curls bouncing.

You roll your eyes with a small smile aimed at the floor, “Anyway-” you slip a belt through your tight jeans, hitting at your waist when you cinch it in. “We should get going if we want to get to the club on time.”

She pauses. “Y/n. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

You do a double take, “You’re telling me that we shouldn’t sneak out and have a good time?”

“I know the irony is apparent,” she looks at you with a knowing stare. “But not if it means you’re in danger. Which you are.”

“I know,” you frown. “But I’ve been locked in this house for months, I miss going out and having a life. I’m tired of being coddled.”

“I know, sweetheart,” she sighs, looking past herself in the mirror to flash me a sympathetic smile. She thinks for a beat and finally spins around, “Alright, screw it, doll, let’s go paint the town.”

You buzz with excitement, grinning, “Yay! Thank you, thank you! I wonder who will be djaying...” you trail off.

Harley’s face falls and her mouth goes in a solid, straight line, looking past your shoulder, “I don’t think anyone will be.”

You laugh, completely oblivious, “Of course there will be. There has to be music. Dancing in silence would be pretty fucking awkward.”

“This moment is pretty fucking awkward.”

“What do you mean?”

A deep, irritated voice sounds off behind you, “Because you’re not going.”

You jump out of your skin, “Shit, Robert! You scared the hell out of me!”

“You’re not going to that club,” he folds his arms over his chest. You look over him and his casual, night wear: a loose tee and low hanging joggers. You almost wipe your mouth from salivating. Your outfit elicits the same reaction.

You pinch your eyebrows together, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can. I’m tasked with protecting you.”

“Yeah. And nowhere on your job description does it say ‘become my parent’. There’s not an opening now just because I don’t have one. I am a grown ass woman and I have been a prisoner in my own home. The same home where...” you pause, a lump in your throat at the reminder of your family’s passing. You shake it off, “I’m just tired. I want a piece of my life back. You can either stay here or come. Either way I’m going.”

He gives you a quick once over and contemplates his options before dropping his arms to his sides and letting out a long exhale.

“Fine.”

You somewhat relax at his defeated tone, “Fine, what?”

He relents, “You can go, but I’m coming with you. But if anything happens to you, I’m not to be blamed. I will leave your ass in that club.”

You grin and jump up to give him a tight hug around the neck. He stiffens before slowly rubbing your back. You sink into his embrace, feeling like you were floating in water, now above the surface as he brings you back to oxygen. Harley smiles at the exchange and she winks theatrically.

He glares.

It’s not long before you three arrive at the club, music blaring and colorful lights flashing over the crowded floors. From his stare and intimidating aura, the club staff thought he was a bouncer and let you all in immediately. But before he was roped into working, the three of you bee-lined to the bar.

“The prettiest and strongest drink ya got, sugar,” Harley smiles at the pretty bartender.

“And what if that’s me?” she responds, ebony hair falling onto one shoulder.

“Then I’ll have to drink you later,” Harley gives her a flirty once over and you roll your eyes.

The bartender grins and gestures towards me for my order, I answer quickly, “Scotch on the rocks.”

Robert looks at you, poorly covering his shocked expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” you look up at him.

“Didn’t peg you for a straight liquor type, Ms. y/l/n,” he finally lets his hidden laugh show through, butterflies erupting in your chest. The diversion definitely worked, whatever you were thinking about before this has immediately left you.

“Then this is going to be the first surprise of many tonight, Mr. Dubois,” you return the smug look as he orders the same thing. You both share a look.

The bartender slides you all your drinks, each of you taking a long swig for liquid courage for the night. Harley’s favorite Doja Cat song comes on and she gasps, clapping excitedly when she grabs you by the wrist, pulling you on the dance floor, “Come dance with me.”

You mouth a small ‘sorry’ to Bloodsport who you left at the bar, he shakes his head with a smile over the rim of his glass, watching you guys’ drinks.

She dances wildly, jumping up and down, spinning to let her hair fall in many beautiful angles. She’s a powerful force and your greatest friend. She puts her arms around your neck and the two of you move in time with the music.

“So...” she motions to Bloodsport who’s being forced into a conversation with a woman at the bar. The woman puts her hand on his and he visibly shrinks back and whispers something to her that causes the most horrid look from the woman and for her to walk quickly away. You smile at the relief that interaction has brought you.

“So what?” you spin her around and pull her back.

“Quit with the good dancing, or I’m gonna fuck you myself,” she teases with a lightheaded giggle.

You smile, “We’ve tried that already, remember?”

“Too much history, I know, I know. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice...” she whispers into your neck, kissing the soft spot under your chin. Your skin heats up under her touch as she drags her hands down your sides, pulling you close to her so that you’re flush against her chest.

You give into her and kiss her slowly, her soft lips melt into your own when her hands tug in your hair. Harley and you have always had a complicated friendship, with enough sexual attraction to fuel a nuclear bomb, but not enough romantic. You love each other but not in the way you both need. You were in love with Robert and she is continuing to explore her sexuality because she likes women and so do you. So as she trails her hot mouth down your neck in the middle of dozens of bustling bodies and you lock eyes with an angry Bloodsport, you knew exactly what she was doing.

You whisper, out of breath, “Are you trying the jealousy trick?”

“It worked in college, didn’t it?” she kisses your cheek, smiling gently against your skin. “And it’s working now.”

“I think you’re just obsessed with kissing me,” you kiss her back.

“It was a win-win situation, doll,” she grins devilishly and you can’t help but agree. “So when you’re done with him, come see me. But right now, I have a sexy bartender lady to drink up.” You grip her hand and let her make her way to her next conquest.

Robert had seen the tail-end of your kiss, his deft fingers clenched around his whiskey glass. He knows he shouldn’t let this sort of thing affect him, something as juvenile and simple as jealousy. But he couldn’t stop that feeling of being stuck, unable to think about anything except the fact that it wasn’t him with his hands on you like that, lips marking you as much as he pleases. Sadness washed over him in a tidal wave and he set his glass down, about to get up to leave when he spotted a man eyeing you from the door. He looked familiar and it wasn’t just attraction he sensed in his eyes but something far more sinister.

A few more men followed suit and began making their way to you in the middle of the dance floor. He had no time to consider the facts, just to get you out of there as soon as possible.

You feel a rough hand tug your arm and turn to face who you think to be Dubois, you smile, “Enjoy the show?”

“Very much,” an unknown voice answers, and you look up, eyes wide. “Now why don’t you come with me for a little talk, beautiful.”

“Get the fuck off of me,” you yank your arm back, slamming your heel down into the perpetrator’s foot. More men surround you on all sides, making it impossible for you to escape or use your subpar martial arts skills. Aerial yoga was a very different ballpark than kicking ass. And you were just a beginner.

You poorly punch a man in the face, only making them all angrier when you’re grabbed from all sides, being dragged towards the exit kicking and screaming. You didn’t want to be that helpless damsel in distress, but as all of these men, men you recognized from your family’s death, were surrounding you, you couldn’t breathe. Their hands felt familiar, grabbing your arms like they’d done that night before you hid in the secret door in the dining room. You had watched these faceless men through a hole in that door, stifling your cries when bullets sprayed the room your family was having dinner in. So while they were coming after you and pulling you outside, it’s all you felt. That same feeling when he wasn’t near.

Drowning.

There’s a hand that pulls you back and you watch, dazed, as Bloodsport puts every man who touched you on the ground. It’s filled with swift yet aggressive and barbaric movements, controlled, expert chaos and it happens within moments. His chest is heaving when he looks down at you and scoops you up in his arms. You’d object in any other circumstances, but this time, head against his chest and tucked in his arms, you were okay.

His voice rumbles against your side, “We’re going home.”

~~~

Harley’s tears hit your shoulder as you sympathetically pat her back.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have left,” she sniffles loudly. “I should’ve been there.”

You laugh softly, fitting your head into her shoulder, “It’s okay, Harls. It’s not your fault, there was no harm done.”

“There could have been,” she sighs. “I’m not letting you convince me to go out next time, you’re staying here forever.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Alright.”

She gets up and sniffs, wiping at her nose that’s now flushed from crying, “Good because I’m serious.”

“I know,” you laugh again, hugging yourself in a hoodie much too large for you, (because you stole it from Rick Flagg) swallowing you whole.

Your eyes wander down the hall to where Robert is no doubt pacing around in your bedroom, the only room not laden with cameras (ironically for privacy). You kick at the floor in your fuzzy socks and think of an excuse to go check on him, even though you’re probably the last person he wants to see right now. You, frankly, don’t care.

“I’m gonna go-”

“Check on Robert?” she finishes. “I know, honey. I was a psychiatrist, I’m not stupid.”

You crack a smile and grip her arm affectionately as you walk past her towards the bedroom. You don’t even take the risk of knocking for fear he’ll lock it and try your luck with just simply opening it. You see him, shirtless with a towel over his shoulder, a low hanging towel wrapped around his waist, while nursing his knuckles. He looks you over once you enter the room, trained eyes on you and the intimidation is definitely working already when he takes the damp towel on his shoulder and dabs the cuts on his skin.

He remains silent and you move to sit down on your bed, the awkward squeak filling the already high-tension atmosphere, thick enough to make your ears pop like you’re in an airplane too far up in the sky.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, drawing his eye.

He hums and steps into your bathroom, washing off his hands.

You frown at his lack of response, “Are you really going to pout this whole time? Because honestly, it’s beneath you, Robert.” You lean forward, watching as he walks out of the bathroom, still half naked, still silent.

The silence is beginning to slowly kill you, especially when he looks this good, water droplets running down his chiseled torso from a hot shower. You didn’t let your mind wander because if the reaction your body is giving from the image before you was any indication, you want him. He walks in the room once again, mouth in an amused yet firm line.

In actuality, he was ashamed of himself. Not so much of you. He would’ve left as that despair overcame him back in that bar. He would’ve left you there and abandoned his mission, leaving you to be hurt. If it hadn't been for those men, you could’ve been killed and it would be his fault. He alerted Waller of the attack, making up a lie about the two of you going for a walk at night and getting ambushed there rather than at a club. There’s a hit on each of those men being taken out as we speak as well as a search for their boss. Even though that still got him chewed out. He couldn’t imagine what she’d do to him if she found out the truth.

Robert walks slowly towards you, leaning against the bed frame, gesturing for you to continue. You watch him, distracted, as he wraps a bandage around his knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have kissed her to get a rise out of you, that was hurtful,” you exhale your words, quiet enough he wouldn’t be able to hear you if you weren’t within a breath of one another. You hang your head, “And it was stupid to go out in the first place when I am in this much danger. I could’ve been killed, and you could have been hurt. I’m sorry.”

He represses a laugh at the idea of him getting hurt, when the two of you both know that would never happen. But as the silence from him grows thicker, the more you start to ramble.

“Okay, this silent treatment isn’t going to work for much longer. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you need to stop.”

He gives you a look that says ‘make me’. But you both know you couldn’t if you tried, and vice versa. He thinks of you as a siren, one of those alluring creatures in old sailor tales that lured unsuspecting men to their painful deaths. As if he has no control of the way he feels about you. Which in a way he does, but he knows better. He knows better than to fall under your enchanting song, but he can’t help but be pulled beneath the surface of the water.

Robert tenses when you move forward and the hoodie falls off one of your shoulders, revealing more of your chest, the smooth skin that lays there.

His chest tightens when you look up at him and sigh.

“But thank you for saving me,” you say, both because you think that’s what he wants to hear but also because you mean it, you wouldn’t be here at all if he didn’t come with you.

He licks his lips and nods his head in simple recognition. He appreciated the apology, truly he did, but a part of him enjoyed the way you continued to ramble on, so he remained silent. This was an old interrogation tactic he learned when he served, keeping quiet always got people talking. He looks down at you and leans to meet your face, hands on either side of you.

“I don’t know what else you wish for me to say,” you admit quietly, fiddling with your hands.

He didn’t know either but whatever you would say, he would listen.

“So I take it you’re not mad anymore?” you infer from his relaxed posture, heart beating out of your chest, fast enough that it catapults to your throat.

He tilts his head down so he’s an inch before your mouth, breath fanning over your face. when he tugs you up to your feet, hands gripping the sides of your waist when he pulls you close. Your heartbeats began to sync up, chest to chest.

“I’m fucking furious, sweetheart.”

You meet his eyes, looking up in that seductive stare of yours you never knew you were capable of until him, and close the distance, kissing him lightly. His arms falter by your side and it’s the first time you’ve seen him hesitate, losing his cool. It’s the most gentle thing he’s ever experienced, everything in his life being forced, hostile, and malicious, while your soft lips against his are anything but. You kiss him like he’s not the monster he thinks himself to be.

“Then let me make it up to you.”

“Fuck,” he grips your sides harder, palm moving to push you closer with his hand flat against the small of your back. “We shouldn’t.”

You search his face for uncertainty, but all you sense is a profound sense of clarity, in the both of you. “I know.”

“Will you regret this?”

You shake your head, hand against his cheek, “No.”

His dark eyes fall to your lips, pupils filling his dark brown irises, lust blown, “You’re so good, baby. You’re too good for me.”

Before you can tease him about the new nickname and object to that, his lips have crashed against your own. His hand slides up to cup the side of your face, drinking you in with his intoxicating kiss. You hum, content, against his feverish mouth and he opens it, vulnerable and on display. You feel his guard still up, tense and calculated, so you rest your hand against his chest. You press a kiss to his eyelid, his cheek, his nose, his chin, his jaw, his neck. He softens beneath you, groaning aloud as his hands tighten.

“You don’t need to be afraid with me,” you whisper to him, tender fingers trailing down his shirtless chest, hot skin against hot skin. It’s enough to make you sweat.

He exhales and captures your bottom lip with his own, holding your face in both of his hands. The kiss grows heated and rushed, like you’re running out of time, as if at any moment those men would come back and find you and take you away from him again. His tongue expertly works with your own, licking the pout of your bottom lip, and coaxing you open. He slides his hand down between your legs, dipping his finger to find the slick in the middle of your thighs. You moan into his mouth, his other hand at the back of your neck when he buries his face in your shoulder. He kisses you there, the crook where your neck meets your collarbone, that damned sensitive spot. You succumb to his touch. His beard tickles your skin and you gasp when he sucks hard, a bruise forming.

You breathe a laugh, “Everyone will see if you leave a mark,” you tug on his hair when you thread it through his coarse curls.

He falls under your spell and there’s something so ironically beautiful about this trained assassin with a heart of gold and the scars to show for it, being so open with you.

His hands, his entire life, have been forced to be instruments of death and violence. But as they slide down your figure, holding your face, and pulling you into him, they’re his greatest gift. He’s surprisingly tender with you.

But then he has enough and pushes you down on the bed, arms trapping you on both sides.

He responds bluntly, “I don’t care.”

You part your legs for him and he releases a shaky breath. He slowly unzips your sweatshirt and it falls off you just as you do the same and tug his towel down. Both of you are bare before the other as you take a moment to drink each other in. You were just as, if not more, beautiful than he imagined you to be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly as his hand drapes down the line of your figure. He touches you how someone would handle a glass vase filled with flowers.

You take his face in both of your hands and kiss him, “So are you.”

“I don’t think you know what you do to me, baby.” His hand finds your breast and squeezes while he kisses your neck.

You moan when he uses his other hand to grip your neck, thumb against your pulse point, “If it’s anything like how I feel right now, then yes, I do.”

He lifts his head up to watch your face as he chokes you, softly so he doesn’t hurt you but hard enough to play with your breath. His thumb opens your mouth and your legs tremble.

“So I take it you’re into choking, my love?” You nod excitedly, unable to speak, and his grip tightens.

You let out a squeak and he releases, face etched with worry, kissing your neck where he touched you. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head and smile comfortingly, “No, baby, I’m okay. I’ll tap out if it’s too rough, I promise,” you tease.

His grumbling voice deepens, “Good... because, darling, right now all I want to do is bury my face in between those gorgeous thighs of yours.”

You inhale sharply when he opens your legs once again, looking up at you and you nod in consent.

“I need words, beautiful,” he smirks with his mouth just above your center.

“Yes, please,” you breathe out and he responds with a swift lick to your pussy. He looks up at you and when he catches your eye, it’s as if the sensation grows stronger and your head hits your pillow.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he mumbles into you and you feel his smug smile in your thigh. His fingers dip into you as he flattens his tongue and crooks them towards himself, you grip your sheets.

“Don’t... flatter yourself,” you sigh out. “I-it’s just been awhile.”

He removes his mouth and fingers from you, “So anyone can make you feel like this?”

You enjoy the feeling you get when he looks at you like that, his eyes dark and dominant, so you play along and nod. “Yes, in fact, I’ve had better.”

He licks his lips and gets up from the bed. He opens his drawer and you sit up to look what he grabs: a belt. Your heart beats excitedly in your chest even though you know you shouldn’t be. He gets back on the bed and climbs over you.

Robert looks at you, “Hands.”

You extend them to him wordlessly, watching as he ties your wrists together and puts them over the bedpost so you’re trapped there, unable to move.

“Now,” he holds himself above you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re to stay tied up until I say so, anything like that again and they get tighter. Nod if you understand me.”

You nod emphatically. You had never seen this side of Robert before, so in control and not afraid to go too far, it was so unbelievably sexy.

The best part was he didn’t tie it tight enough, afraid of hurting you, so you could easily slip out your hands at any moment.

He kisses, painfully slow, down your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the erect bud and you gasp, desperate to touch him. He looks up at you from you chest as he switches to the other, massaging the unattended one as he sucks, the pleasurable feeling overwhelming you. So much so you have to clench your thighs together, longing for some sort of relief for the tension building in your abdomen.

“Baby, please,” you whine, squirming beneath him.

He shuts you up with a bruising kiss while his hand slips down to enter you, two fingers in already. He pumps them in and out of you before sliding back down the expanses of your body and letting his mouth latch onto your clit. He sucks hard and you stifle a loud moan that would surely alert everyone in the home of your arousal. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. His tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks. But just before you feel that euphoric release, his actions cease and you’re left hot and flustered.

“Robert,” you look at him with a deep frown.

He grins, “Y/n...”

You blow hair out of your eyes, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He puts his lips near your ear, “Are you ready?” You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.

You finally have enough, slip your hands out, and he pinches his brow, unable to hide his shock before you bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places. He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He was right, it’s the best you’ve ever had. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat. Your hair is in messy tendrils at all angles and you’ve never been more attractive.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises in your ear, placing kisses across your jaw. “Taking my cock so well.”

You whimper and his movements stiffen as he approaches release and so do you, walls tightening around him. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his expert fingers. You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, it continues on, leaving you aching and wanting more.

He rubs his knuckles over your cheek, softly and adoringly he looks at you. You tuck yourself into his arms under the blankets. Everything you both have wanted for a long time, laying right in front of you.

“Still want to make me not walk?” you tease, looking up at him.

He kisses your eyelids and you giggle, “Fuck yes.”

Part 2?

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moons-cozy-corner · 2 years ago

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Hello!! Your writing is great! Could you maybe write about a Hero that gets kidnapped by an obsessive fan?? If not, that's fine!

Im so sorry this took so long I had multiple ideas and I wasn't sure which one to write (and this surely isnt my best writing but I hope you still like it. this was also supposed to be much longer but I didn't want to wait any longer so I may end up making a part 2)

TW: restraints, needles, medical setting, kidnapping

An electric shock ripped through Hero’s body.

That's how they woke up, their body convulsing as the current tore through their muscles. All they could do was let out a pathetic shriek before they lost the ability to make any noise at all. They couldn’t move, but they could feel themself moving, their body shaking, convulsing, spasming. All around them was black and white fuz penetrating their vision. Their ears buzzed as well. It was so loud, and so quiet. Hero couldn’t understand their own thoughts.

When their vision finally returned they could see a bland room, white ceiling and walls, the vague smell of rubbing alcohol ambushing their senses. Their skin was still tingling, but there was also the vague feeling of pressure on their wrists, ankles, chest and head. And despite the lack of numbness, they still couldn’t move.

Shit.

“Mmmm…m-where… am… am I? He… hello..?” Hero tried pulling themself up into a sitting position, but their muscles refused to even twitch. Their breath started to come in small gasps, pain growing more apparent as the numbing, tingling feeling playing across their skin stopped.

A hand brushed against Hero’s forehead, the sudden touch making them flinch. “Hello, darling. I’m sorry about… that. It’s just… I started to get worried when you didn’t wake up…” The hand continued to brush through Hero’s hair, combing through knots with their fingers. “...so… beautiful.”

“Who are… who are you?” Hero tried sitting up, but something grasped at their arms and chest that refused to let them move. “Where…” They could barely breathe, their chest rising and falling from the adrenaline.

The person above them just kept petting them, smiling down at them as if everything was fine. “You’re in my home, dear. Deep breaths. In…” they took a big exaggerated breath, waiting for Hero to repeat. They did. Then they released the breath. “Out… good job! I’m Civilian, I’ll be… taking care of you.”

Hero’s head spun as they watched Civilian turn away, seemingly searching for something, not that Hero could tell. Their hearing was going in and out, as was their vision. They were somewhat grateful when the hand returned to their head; at least then the spinning stopped. The relief didn’t last long when a syringe appeared in Hero’s vision. “G-get aw-away from me! Get it… get it away!” Hero tried to struggle, but as they started to become more aware they realized they really were strapped down. “What do you want? L-let me- let me go!”

Civilian pouted while preparing the needle. “Well, I can’t do that, but I can tell you what I want. I simply want you, dear Hero. Who wouldn’t. Which is why…” They return their attention to petting Hero, softly rubbing circles across their cheek. “Which is why I will be preserving you.”

Hero’s eyes begin to widen. Preserve them? That would mean… “No! NO! Get away from me! Now!” The other simply giggled as the hero struggled against the thick leather that held them down.

“Aw, don’t worry, darling. I won’t hurt you.” Civilian placed the syringe on a table beside them, laughing again as Hero’s eyes widened at the other instruments there. Scalpels and scissors and other tools they could use to carve into Hero, a few of them already covered in blood. “Oh, don’t worry about those. I had to insert a little device into you. It’s how I shocked you earlier. It’s for your safety, so you don’t escape.”

“Th-then what do you want?”

Civilian stared at them for a good couple of seconds before answering. “Like I said. Preserve you. Keep you.” They picked up alcohol wipes, rubbing a circle on Hero’s upper arm before picking up the syringe again. “Don’t worry, this will only hurt a little bit.”

The syringe penetrated their arm, a small pinch they could barely feel. After only a couple seconds Hero began to feel dizzy again, the room around them spinning. “You… c-can’t do…. this…”

Civilian only smiled down at their captive. “Nighty night, Hero.”

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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AM Conversations : chapter 21

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- i feel like this chapter is intense? but its her pov so it may just be the way she sees and feels it. maybe she’s overreacting lmao! maybe she wants it so much that shes hallucinating. who knows :P

- thanks for being patient btw! i work a lot these days and will work even more in the next few weeks (until halloween) so i may not update as often as i’d like. :(

-please, message me, give me feedbacks, it would mean sooo much to me!

Chapter 21 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

There's no one else like Niall to make me smile when I don't even feel like it and when he licked my cheek, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know why I lost my temper when Niall mentioned Maya while we were cooking but her name made me angry and jealous. I didn't know what had happened between Niall and her, all I knew was that she had deleted the picture of them kissing from her instagram account and for some odd reason, it had made me feel lighter, like a heavy weight had been taken off my shoulders. I knew it meant nothing and that they probably still had something going on but the fact that the whole world was not a witness of it made it better.

I stared at him the whole time we ate, feeling extremely lucky that he hadn't given up on me. I know it can sound cliché but most guys I knew easily dropped their female friends when they got an official girlfriend but Niall had never done that. Of course, he was less available if he went steady with a girl but it didn't happen much and I understood, but he always made time to see me and talk to me.

We washed the dishes without a water fight this time and ended up in the living room. I searched through my spotify playlist and put music on. He groaned and even if my back was facing him, I knew he was rolling his eyes, which made my lips curl even more.

"Liv, why?"

"Because I'm a One Direction fan." I explained in an amused tone as 'Infinity' started playing.

His voice filled the room and my smirk turned into a fond smile. I couldn't explain how much I loved hearing him sing but it brought in me a sensation of well-being that I couldn't explain. Maybe it was only because of how much I loved him but I felt like there was more to it. If I was being honest with myself, it was everything he did, everything he said, everything that emanated from him, like some sort of incredibly intense sentiment that made me literally vibrate in his presence. And I knew it sounded stupid and cheesy and cliché... but it was the truth. It was him and everything he was.

"This song makes me think of you." I admitted in a low tone, not daring to turn around to meet his gaze. He was probably frowning and I tried to focus on the beating of my heart inside my chest. The rhythm was abnormal but I tried not to think about it. "And me, too. Like this song was a bit of both of us."

He didn't say anything and I remained motionless, staring at the tv on the wall and trying not to say too much even if I knew I had to explain myself.

"I mean, I know that feeling, in the first few verses. I keep falling and it hurts... Everything seems to go so fast yet I can't seem to follow. I feel frozen most of the time, like there's nothing I can do. And you know, I followed you on that tour and it was crazy. I lived things I couldn't even dream of living and saw things I never thought i'd see. Yet everything seemed to go so fast I felt like I couldn't quite follow. Like I was always a few steps behind."

"Behind what?" his voice echoed inside me, making my heart skip a beat.

I licked my lips and breathed in before turning around slowly and shrugging.

"Behind you."

His eyebrows raised but then fell and turned into a frown. He shook his head slightly, not really understanding what I was saying but it took me a few seconds to continue.

"And you know that part where it says 'everybody wants you'?" I nibbled my bottom lip. "Well it's true. Everybody wants you. I knew everyone wanted you before but when I joined you on tour it made it so much more obvious."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears inside. I was being emotive and I just stared at him as he stared back, sitting on the couch, his back leaning against it, until he moved his upper body closer and leaned his elbows on his knees. Instinctively, I took a step closer.

"But the tour before this one, the tour I didn't go with you? It was even worse. I mean yea, I had friends and a job and all that, but something was missing. You were gone. And I thought about all the conversations we could have had if you had been there."

I saw so many emotions pass on his face but I just couldn't decipher them. Perhaps I was too busy trying to contain myself and not just tell him how much I love him. He shook his head slightly and frowned more.

"What are you trying to tell me, Olivia?"

The song was over by then and an other one had started but my brain didn't seem to focus on it at all. I finally just shrugged and looked away, breaking this connection we had.

"Nothing. Just that I feel.. like I need you in my life."

"I need you in my life, too."

I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together and looking at the carpet. It was close. I was so close tell him and I didn't know how I felt about it. Was this sadness or relief? Or a mix of both? He had said so many sweet things in our room after we had that fight when he found Harry and I together in bed. His words were running over and over in my head and I could still feel the warmth that had invaded my whole body in that moment. So many times I just wanted to cup his face and kiss him but I never did. I will never do it.

When I looked up, he was not sitting anymore. In fact, he was closer to me and he was holding out his hand to me, his eyebrows raised and his lips curled a bit. I chuckled and rolled my eyes with a grin, taking his hand in mine. Quickly, he made me twirl around and I started laughing until I was facing him again. An other song started, this time I recognized it immediately. It was 'Temporary Fix' and Niall started dancing, pulling on my hands and making me laugh even more. I started dancing with him but he didn't let go of my hands, not even a second. He made me twist and turn and spin until I was laughing so hard I almost forgot how to breathe. At the end of the song, one of my feet got caught into one of his and I let out a high-pitched scream as I fell. I held on his hands so tight that he fell on top of me and I started laughing even harder. Those moments with Niall were everything I needed and when he started laughing too, I started wondering why I wanted something with Harry when I had everything I needed with Niall.

"You're such a clumsy ass!" he let out with an other chuckle.

I stopped laughing as soon as I opened my eyes. His body was over half of mine, both his legs on each sides of one of mine, and he was looking at me from very close with an amused smile.

"Well, i'm pretty sure your foot was not where it was supposed to be." I argued but swallowed, feeling his whole body pressed on mine.

"No, it's all your fault."

He was not laughing either anymore but the left corner of his lips was raised. Weirdly, his smile seemed gentle and it made my heart skip a beat.

"It's your fault, Horan." This time, I had almost whispered.

I could feel my heartbeats accelerating and he moved slightly against me. I held my breath and raised my eyebrows in surprise when I felt his dick press on my thigh. I could have sworn he was getting harder by the second. I was starting to feel my inner thighs throb and it was driving me insane. I couldn't believe I was getting aroused by my best friend getting hard against me. My lips parted but I couldn't think about anything else until his face changed and he cleared his throat, rolling off of me and laying on his back. I wanted to look at him but all I could think about was the pressure I still felt exactly where his crotch had been a few seconds before and how his half-hard dick felt against me.

"You wanna know what One Direction song reminds me of you?"

I just turned my head his way and he did the same, sending me an other smile. I was not going to mention what had just happened but I was not going to forget about it either.

"Mmhm." I just whispered, nodding a bit.

He smiled more and searched through his pockets to grab his phone. The song started playing from the speakers of his living room and with the first few notes, I held my breath again. I knew what song it was and it made me happy. It was one of my favorites and when it came to his verse, he sang it in a low tone with his own voice in the background and I felt my whole body melt.

"Feels like this could be forever tonight Break these clocks, forget about time There could be a World War 3 going on outside You and me were raised in the same part of town Got these scars on the same ground Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?"

I gripped the carper hard with both hands to stop myself from bringing one to his cheek and when the chorus started, I sang with him as we started at each other. At some point, he even mouthed the bridge and it felt like he was telling me he was always going to look for me... that he was always going to come back to me. I felt myself tear up and I blinked a few times, trying to get rid of my tears.

"I love that song." I admitted when it was fading.

"I know."

We smiled at each other and he finally turned his head back to look at the ceiling.

"So, which One Direction songs are your least favorite?"

"Easy, pretty much the whole first album."

My answer probably surprised him because it took him a while to keep talking.

"Why?"

"Because they didn't give you solos. You barely sang." I explained with a shrug. "And you've got the best voice in all of you."

I thought he'd laugh and joke around but he simply looked back at me again.

"You think so?"

"Yes, I do."

Quickly, he moved his face closer and pecked my nose, making my heart beat all over my body. He chucked and got up, extending his hand to me. I stared at it and licked my lips, putting my hand in it. He grabbed my fingers and helped me up, making me twirl one last time before walking to his couch and letting himself fall on it.

"How did the talk with Harry go?" he asked with a sigh as I heard an other song start in the background but the volume was lower now.

I grimaced, not really wanting to discuss that, but just sat next to him. I wanted this evening to be just us two but it was hard to ignore that we both had someone else in our lives. Well, sort of.

"Was alright. You know Harry. Laid-back, calm, not in a hurry to date or anything." I shrugged.

"But he wants to?"

"He says so but I don't know, I think he'll get tired of it quickly enough."

I turned to him and tried to find out how he was feeling without much success. He seemed on the verge to say something but I talked first.

"What about your conversation with Maya?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed. leaning his head against the couch and closing his eyes for a few seconds. I felt extra guilty for the relief that washed over me. It's not that I wanted them to stop whatever they had, but it was harder than I thought to think he could fall in love with her. It hurt way too much.

"She wants a relationship and I don't. We argued a bit but we decided to go on that double date with you and Harry." he pointed out. "And she deleted the picture, which is what I wanted the most."

I nodded slowly, not daring to look at him. I tried to think of how a double date would go and I felt like it would be very painful for me but I didn't mention it, obviously.

"Oh, talking about that." he continued. "Have you seen all the comments under Harry's picture?"

The thought made something twist in my stomach. Of course I had seen the comments. All the judgments about me and my appearance. All the opinions of people who thought I was too ugly and fat to be with either of them. How I barely deserved to hang out with them, let alone date one of them.

"Oh yea." I grimaced. "How I'm too plain to be around you guys. My teeth not straight enough, my hair not glowing enough. My clothes not special or expensive enough. I've read every single one of them."

He turned to me and his eyes roamed on my face.

"I didn't see those but screw them. It's not true. You're anything but plain."

I smiled fondly at him and simply nodded, not really wanting to argue with him.

"And your teeth are cute."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him.

"You got yours straighten, didn't have that chance."

"Told you, they look cute."

"You looked cute with your crooked teeth too!" I commented with a chuckle. "You're the only one who didn't think so, you know."

"And look at them now!" he joked, smiling exaggeratedly at me and making me laugh again.

I pressed my hand on his face and pushed gently on it, rolling my eyes but still laughing. I took my hand back and he smiled at me as I did the same. I don't know how long we stared at each other but eventually, we had both stopped smiling.

"What I meant earlier, about the song..." I breathed in but sighed and shrugged. "I just meant that everyone wants a piece of you... and I feel like eventually, there will be nothing left for me."

He didn't break eye contact but I felt his hand squeeze mine so tight it almost hurt. He looked serious and I felt my heart throb all over my body. The way he looked at me made me feel dizzy and I held my breath.

"I will always be there. I'll never leave. Never."

I almost felt shy from the way he was gazing at me, like he could read my soul and everything I was trying to hide. I nodded extremely slowly this time and after a while, he smiled at me, letting go of my hand.

"There are comments about you and Harry, and some about Maya and I." he added, going back to the previous conversation. "I normally don't read that shit but I wanted to see how damaging the picture Maya posted was."

I could lie and say I never read the comments but it was useless and also stronger than me. Perhaps the fact that the majority of people thought I wasn't worthy of Niall made me believe it through the years. Perhaps my self-esteem was more than just slightly scratched. Perhaps it was completely ruined.

"Let me guess, Maya and I are both not good enough for you guys? Although some comments probably said how gorgeous she was." I chuckled but I knew it was not funny and i looked down at my thighs as I played with the fabric of my pants.

"Oh I don't know, but some people say that you and I are their OTP. D'you know what that means?"

I closed my eyes tight and smiled slightly. Of course I knew what it meant, I had looked it up the very first time I saw it, and It took me a while to get over it. The certitude that some people, although a very small portion of Niall's fans, thought we should be together made me feel incredibly good. I had never answered or liked one of those comments but knowing they existed was enough to make me happy.

"One True Pairing. Yea, I know." I said with a chuckle again. "It's probably about our friendship and how close we are, you know? They can see it, I guess."

I expected him to tell me how crazy and ridiculous the thought was but he didn't and all I was thinking about was talking about something else before it became awkward between us.

"When's that double date?" I asked, regretting it almost immediately after.

I wanted to stop talking about those comments about Niall and I but talking about the date that I feared was definitely no better. The image of Niall and Maya kissing in the living room of the lodge a few days ago made my heart jump in my chest as anxiety crossed my whole body. I didn't want to see it again.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "This week I guess."

"Okay, I'll ask Harry when he's available." I added without enthusiasm.

If I could, I'd postpone this date for years but at the same time, I had to find out what was going to happen between the four of us. The more time I spent with Niall, the more I realized that being in a relationship with someone that wasn't him was not something that I really wanted but at the same time, i couldn't stay single forever while he dated perfect girls like Maya. Perhaps, officially dating Harry was the solution... the cure to this painful feeling inhabiting my whole heart, mind, body and soul. I couldn't be in love with Niall until I died, right? It had to stop at some point?

"Okay so, movie marathon? You said rain check."

I turned to look at him and he was staring, his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. I smiled and nodded quickly making his lips curl. He put his hands on his thighs and got up as my eyes followed him. He searched through his dvds and didn't even show me which one he picked but when it started, I grinned wide and it made him chuckle as he sat back next to me.

"Thank you!" I said, moving closer and kissing his cheek, my lips brushing against his stubble and making a shiver cross my back. "Thank you." I repeated in a very low tone.

He turned his face my way but I didn't move. I enjoyed the proximity of his mouth from mine as I heard the start of the first 'Back To The Future' movie on the screen. He smelled so good. No one smelled like him. Harry smelled intensely, so much it was almost intoxicating, and perhaps the desire I had for him came partially from that. He smelled sweet but rich and on the floral side, which was a great contrast with his caramel taste. Niall's scent was completely different. It was woody, maybe? More manly and strong, but not invasive. I could smell his natural aroma even though he was wearing cologne and the mix was indescribable.

"You're welcome." he whispered, his smile now totally gone.

It took him too long to answer, like he was lost in his thoughts, exactly like I had been a few seconds ago, and I started imagining him moving closer and kissing me. It put my whole body on fire and I held my breath as my lips parted slightly. If he kissed me, everything would be over, yet everything would begin too, and I wanted it. I wanted everything to change. I wanted him to realize I was the one for him, because I was, right? His eyes dropped to my lips and I felt my eyes water. I was hallucinating things, it was obvious, and I could swear my heart totally stopped when my phone beeped. We both jumped slightly and I felt the connection that seemed to link us break once again. I closed my eyes and sighed low, searching through my pocket quickly. My hand was shaking but I decided not to answer Harry's text. I simply turned the sound off and put my phone away, leaning against the back of the couch.

"Come here."

My eyes found Niall again and I smiled sadly when he moved his arm up. I cuddled his side quickly and we started watching the movie in silence. I hated my phone and at that exact moment, I was pissed at Harry. I had no reason to, I knew pretty well that nothing would have happened between Niall and I, but I felt like no matter what we did, something or mostly someone was always getting between us. I just wanted to kidnap him and fly to a deserted island, or throw both of our phones away and lock all the doors of his house. I knew it was impossible and I didn't say anything but after half an hour of his body warming mine, I looked up at him. Fuck, I wanted to run my fingertips on his cheek more than anything.

"I suspect you like these movies as much as I do."

He laughed and looked down at me, raising his eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yea? Well you're wrong. I mean, they're alright." he pointed out. "But I accept to watch them over and over again just because I know it makes you happy."

"No better best friend than you." I whispered, making him smile more.

"No better best friend than you." he repeated as I turned my face to kiss his upper arm, over his shirt.

His smile fell but he just cleared his throat and put his attention back to the movie. I stared at him for a few more seconds before doing the same but it was so hard concentrating on the movie when all I could think about was how good his body felt against mine, how i seemed to mold with him perfectly, how happy I was around him. I knew I had to get over it... I had to get over him. And although I was anxious about that date, I knew that there was a possibility my heart would be broken on that day and perhaps it was what I needed to get over Niall and give Harry a chance.

I didn't want to tell him I was stressed but I didn't know why. I used to tell Niall everything except that I was in love with him, what had changed?

"I'm nervous about that double date." I just said, not getting into details about the reasons.

"Don't be, it'll be fine, I promise." he tried to reassure me. "And if you're too uncomfortable we can just cut it short and leave. How about we decide on a word to say and if the other says it, then we find a way to get out of there as soon as we can?"

I chuckled at his idea and sat up to look at him better. I loved that he was caring with me and he implied himself in it, meaning that he could be the one who wanted this whole date to stop. It made me feel less like a loser.

"Perfect!" I let out, turning his way and sitting cross-legged on the sofa. "What's the word?"

He seemed to think for a second and then smiled at me.

"Honey."

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ok i just saw this existed, i live on tumblr mobile where i ignore the activity tab and scroll endlessly, bear w me

Animated character that was your gay awakening? uhhhhhhh,,,....,,,.. if i remembered anything abt my childhood i would tell u, im gonna say rukia from bleach because i want gorgeous short people to step on me

Grilled cheese or PB&J? peanut butter Always... tho if it was a fancy grilled cheese (there is a special preparation).... i would be torn

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? it really depends! i bounce around, i watch a lot of baumgartner restorations, i watch a LOT of nyx fears video essays on horror movies i would never watch, i watch longplays of, like, nier automata bc im still delighted by cryaotic?

Your go-to bar order, if you drink? i dont really get to order a lot of drinks at bars, itll depend, if im with friends ill order as many things off the cocktail menu as my money allows, if im with my parents ill order long island iced teas or whiskey and lemonade

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? i literally own like 3 pairs of shoes, one of which being the only pair i can actually safely wear haha.... but my favorite pair is the black red and gold converse that dont fit anymore but still remind me of high school

Top three cuisines? mexican, italian, whomever the fuck invented kasoundi

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? yeah as said above i have no clue about anything about my childhood so idk i think mum said once that my first proper word was just ‘no’ which sounds abt right

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? idk if my last job counts? i mean i used to do all round garden labor stuff until my pain got worse and i literally couldnt anymore so i got relegated to desk work

Look up. What’s directly across from you? oh a container of pesto i didnt like the flavour of and just... forgot to throw out.... i will do that tomorrow

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? i have a rwby poster signed by ray and jack? its p cool

Preferred way to spend a rainy day? preferred right now? wrapped in a metric fuckton of blankets w my partner

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? i..... dont like bagels

Brunch or midnight snacks? i live a weirdly scheduled life, midnight snacks and brunch are interchangeable to me now, so both

Favorite mug you own i..... dont really have one? all of my actual mugs that are mine have my deadname on them haha

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? overbrewed black coffee that someone left to go cold before dumping six packs of sugar in

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!) ‘ And I don't want your pity I just want somebody near me ‘ bc we all love a bit of mitski when we are feeling the self isolation creeping in

Fruity or herbal teas? fruity teas only! or rather i drink fruit tisanes! but if you mean actual tea then herbal, i only drink peppermint tea

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? fruits basket! everyone watch the reboot

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying? all the books i read for class sucked but medea wasnt so bad

Do you match your socks? only when theyre very fun patterned socks, and even then sometimes i will match them to the wrong pair but the same pattern, aka my double watermelon combo (i have a pair of green socks w watermelons and a pair of black socks w watermelons so)

Have you ever been horseback riding? no and i never will because i am fucking terrified of horses

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) uh.... uh i mean im not sure if it counts as a phase but i was stupid into vampires (to the point of me and my friends constructing the intricate theory that our teacher was a vampire and we had to kill her by the time we graduated (she was not and we did not and i hate all of those people now) i was just the weird conspiracy kid i guess, we used to spend every lunch staring across the oval at a house we were SURE an alien lived in (it was just a plastic bag being rustled by a fan)

Have you ever been to jail? bkdnbrb god no

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? im a lazy susan

Puzzles? i cant solve a rubiks cube but give me a 2000 piece jigsaw and ill sit there for 6 hours trying to solve it

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? oh this is tough..... orange juice, the fancy kind but with no bits in it, i used to like the bits but these days i just want a clean juice experience

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore? ,,,,,,the ya fiction section, i never buy anything from there but i like to see if series i read as a teenager ever got new instalments after i stopped liking them

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? how to sleep like a normal person

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat? uh, it depends! lizzo or my playlist of musicals! (which is literally just starkid/tcb stuff)

Where could someone find you in a museum? i could literally be anywhere, probably in front of some old piece though, just staring for an hour bc im struck by the majesty of it (and my legs probably locked up so i couldnt move anyway)

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? so i have a nice white button up and some really nice jeans i just got, and my suspenders, and my cool blue heels that i know i cant wear bc my legs cant handle walking in heels anymore, but it would look cool am i right

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? i look up at my roof which is almost entirely covered in glow in the dark stars and then stare into the camera (i wish every day that my roof was like the roof of the healthy harold van, i still have fucking dreams of that beautiful ceiling)

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be? non traditional? id want a lizard that could curl round my shoulders like a leathery scarf

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? i dont have any photos on my wall so art by default

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go? i just want the pensive emoji tattooed in the small of my back so if i wear a crop top everyone has to suffer with me

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with fuck superheroes they suck, can i hang out with jason todd red hood style

Lakes, rivers, or oceans? oceans, i want to go to the beach so fucking bad

Favorite mid-2000s song i dont really have a Big Favorite but like..... i constantly thank god for esteban

How do you dress when you’re home alone? ive been in the same sweatpants and old paint shirt i got from my painting and decorating course for three days

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? armchair closest to the kitchen, perfect to make a quick escape if dad comes in

Knives or swords? knives, i dont have the upper body strength for swords

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving? oh uh run away with me by crj, *bwoooooooo buhnuhnuuuuuu buhnuhnuuuuuhhh buhnuhnuuuuhhhhh*

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL BUT SPECIFICALLY ONLY CERTAIN PARTS FROM EACH OF THEM BC COLLECTIVELY THEY SUCK BUT PARTS OF THEM ARE PERFECT

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? no caption i dont want people to really acknowledge that i post things

Name a classic Vine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anQds9PQ7CA

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? hash browns hash browns hash browns ONLY

How do you top your ice cream? god its been so long since ive been able to eat ice cream.... with the reeses peanut butter ice cream shell topping

Do you like Jello? jelly is the pinnacle of our society and i wish i were eating it right now

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? i wish i had a picture of myself and my partner so i could set it as my phone lock screen (that or i wish i had a picture of me and a friend i really dearly miss bc i have pics of her in my phone but not of us together and i want some but i cant bring myself to say so)

How are you at climbing trees? theres a tree in my front yard i used to be able to hang off but nowadays i think id hurt myself just trying to lift my nasty meat sack off the ground trying

#long post #christ that took like 3 hours #i dont know things about myself #thanks for asking though #Anonymous

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donghyxns · 5 years ago

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what should i do? (youngmin)

person: im youngmin

genre: angst-ish

summary: prince youngmin chooses you to be his personal maid

word count: 1,025

warnings: humiliation

It was so unbearably hot in the town square. Heat ricocheted off of the concrete ground making everything a little more miserable as time went on. Sweat poured down your back and face, making you look like a mess but you weren't alone. Other people looked as bad or even worse than you did. You tried to cool yourself off by fanning a piece of paper in your face, but nothing helped.

"Are you okay?" Daehwi, your friend of nearly 16 years, peers into your eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in the middle and lips pursed in a straight line.

"Yeah," You shake your head, the air going through your hair felt good, "I just wish Prince Youngmin would hurry up and come on."

Daehwi pokes your stomach, "Are you that excited to see if you were one of the thousand girls to be picked as Prince Youngmin's personal maid?"

You bat his hand away, "I'm not excited because he is attractive like most girls are. I'm more nervous because I need this money," Daehwi nods in agreement, "Could you imagine how well my family will live off the weekly paycheck? God, I need this."

Growing up poor was usual in your county. Your county, Macazonia, wasn't the richest of all of the counties. It has its rich areas but the poor outweighed the rich tenfold.

You grew up in the really poor part of the county along with Daehwi. You went to the poor school, the poor supermarket, and the poor mall. The poor were never allowed to mingle with the rich. It was just apart of life.

Until today that is. There were poor and rich people alike crowding the center of the town, all waiting for Prince Youngmin to deliver the news of a lifetime.

After waiting for another couple of minutes in the sweltering heat, a long, dark-colored limo pulled up and the town center erupted into shrill screams. Even Daehwi popped up from his seat on the ground to see Prince Youngmin in the flesh. Your hands started to sweat more and it wasn't because of the heat, the nerves of the whole situation started weighing down on your shoulders.

Prince Youngmin gets out of the limo, shrieks of women and men alike bounced off the concrete walls, and he steps up on the little stage built for him. He taps the microphone and clears his throat before speaking clearly.

"Hello, citizens of Macazonia!" He exclaims brightly, smile blinding everyone, "It has come to my attention we will be selecting one of you from the audience to be my personal maid. It would be an honor to have anyone of you serve me and that is why I am here to choose the piece of paper with the fateful name on it."

You scoff and roll your eyes, tapping Daehwi on the shoulder, "Doesn't it sound like he is talking about an object? An honor? How rude..." Daehwi looks over at you, eyes wide and staring at you with shock.

You look around to see all of the people around you looking with either a snarl or scoff toward your direction.

"What?" Sass penetrates your tone when some of the women start talking about you.

"Y-you... were chosen!" Daehwi pinches your arm and pushes you towards the stage where Prince Youngmin was standing with his large hand extended. He pulls you up on the wooden stage with a forced smile and lifts your arm up like you were some victor.

"My new personal maid!" The town center applauded as you stood in shock.

The limo door closes abruptly after you were shoved in the back. Prince Youngmin scoffs immediately and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I don't get why we need to do something as idiotic and childish as hire a personal maid for me!" He punches the empty space between you two.

His butler smiles softly and calmly states, "If you weren't such a hell rod that needed constant attention and supervision we wouldn't have this problem," Your eyes widen as the two banter back and forth.

"What is a stupid maid going to help?" You whip your head around to face him.

"I am not stupid! I'll have you know I'm just doing this for-" His hand covers your face, halting your sentence midway through.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save it for later, pauper."

Pauper?! Is it the 1800s? What have I gotten myself in to? You thought, leaning your head against the window

The palace was magnificent. Gold crested chandeliers hung from the ceilings. The floors were all marble that was so clean you could almost see your reflection in it. Everything was so huge and grand you couldn't help but rotate in your spot to take everything in.

"Are you a rotisserie chicken? Why are you spinning around like an idiot?" Prince Youngmin's cold voice puts a halt to your enchantment.

"Excuse me but I have never seen a house, no, a castle like this before. I'm amazed, that's all." Prince Youngmin chuckles a bit before grabbing your wrist and taking you towards the grandiose staircase.

You both start to trek up the spiraling stairs, "I forgot, I picked someone from the poor part of town." You jerk your arm away from his grasp. He wasn't wrong. You were from the poor part of town but the words burned like fire. He looks back at you unimpressed.

"Is being poor so wrong?" You ask and he rolls his eyes.

"Your people are the reason this county is so looked down upon. So, yes, it is wrong." It felt like a punch to the stomach when he said those words.

"Why don't you fix it then, Prince Youngmin? Don't you have all of the power?"

"I wouldn't dare waste my time on the repulsiveness of trying to help the poor when I could be out with the rich, having a good time," Tears fill your eyes as he continuously humiliates you in private, "Now, let's go up to my room and give you your first task."

All the money in the world suddenly seems so useless. You just want to go back home.

there will def be a part two soon dont worry yall im not leaving you behind this time

#ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix #im youngmin #im youngmin scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 #lim youngmin scenarios #lim youngmin

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nightmaretyrantvantas · 5 years ago

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Sleepless nights and a shift in character developments- A homestuck au strider story

I wrote this during a bout of insomnia(partially caused by excitement) and I couldnt stop thinking about it

@turing-tested This comes from one of the MANY things I babbled about this character, so if you see this you might recognize it.

Im going to post more about this character soon its just alot to compile for one post-at least 5 years worth or development and passion so bear with me please

Note before reading : This is in the best put terms, an au epilogue i made before homestuck even finished, and the only thing accurate to any current epilogues is the canon kids ages.

This is long and gets a bit dark and emotional and angsty but I promise it has a happier ending. It also glosses over some heavier themes like mentions and brief discussions of nonspecified eating disorders, so if that makes you uncomfortable you can skip this

enjoy

whrrz….whrzz…..whrrzz….

The damn clock ticking was endless. The figure tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, kicking and pulling up the cotton sheets as they ceiling fan lazily spun uncaringly from above. After another bout of struggling for comfort there was a glance at the nearby digital clock

2:45 a.m

“Goddammit……”

With a angry groan the girl fell heavily onto her back and dragged her hands down her face, staring up at the ceiling with exhaustion. This just kept happened to her, ever since she and all her friends and people she gave any shits about crashed here in a new world. No matter what she did she could never get a full nights sleep, plagued by either ruthless insomnia or vicious night terrors. Pick your poison a night. It didnt matter what the 19 year old did really, nothing eased it. And so she stared at the bedroom ceiling and the spinning fan hopelessly before she finally dragged herself up into a sitting position, head hung low. Even with moonlight streaming in blue light things felt too dark. So one tired Dian Strider fumbled her hand around the room and turned on tv on the other side of the room, wincing and squinting as its bright changing light filled her room. She glanced back at the clock and grimaced at the two minutes that had passed. Then she shut her eyes and listened, muting the tv. The apartment was quiet….too quiet…

Her eyes snapped back open, a new look of anxiety crossing her face.

“ Hes not back yet….its Wednesday…hes late…” She shook her head and looked at the wall by her bed, at the pinned up pages of scribbles hanging there contently

WEDNESDAY : RETURNS BY 1 AM

Now she as on her feet and pacing around on fragile boned legs, absently gnawing on the scarred knuckle of her index finger. Her thoughts drifted and tumbled through her sleep deprived brain worriedly, though she wouldnt admit it aloud just yet.

Dirk wasnt home yet. He shouldve been home by now. But hes not….is he?

She stopped and looked at her bedroom door, unlocked and fully capable of opening and revealing the knowledge she wanted to know, all outside her little space.

But could she handle opening it?

With a new look of tired firmness she padded barefoot across the carpet and opened her door as silently as she could. If he WAS back she didnt want to wake him up. And there it is illuminated by the light in her room and the gently dim moonlight from the staircase and hallway window : Dirk’s bedroom door, firmly closed. She took a few light steps and Dia was now in front of it, hand grazing the doorknob as doubts made her pause. Sure, she had been living with him for almost 5 months now, and sure he had been more than welcoming and generous in his…weird stoic and socially avoident tendencies and eccentricities. Dia couldn look passed those, who was a shattered and violently anti social and mistrusting girl to judge the man who gave her and her little brother a roof to sleep under and a home to call their own when he had absolutely no obligation to? The answer was she wasnt anyone to judge him.

Not after he let her take on his last name to ease some of the trauma.

But were they really close enough to give her the right to just….turn the knob and open his door as if she was really family?

‘ Yes. we…we are? God i dont really know…But Hal gave me an ok to do so if I needed to talk or got too anxious…he said Dirk doesnt mind me leaning on him a little…so…this should be fine…to just peek in and see if hes in there…even if hes not asleep…I can just make some excuse about…fuck…anything…’ With a metaphorical slap to the face and a small huff of “ Just do it already dia stop being a pansy its just Dirk” she tightened her grip with more false confidence and turned it, slowly pushing it open just enough to poke her head in…

Just to find it empty.

She blinked and her shoulders slumped in disappointment. He wasnt there, which mean he just…probably wasnt home yet.

So she re shut the door without venturing further and walked over to the stairs that led down to the first floor and front of the apartment and ended up slumped across one of the sturdy steps, glaring at the wall upset and exhausted….so exhausted that her eyes fell without her realizing…letting her drift into an uneasy sleep….

And fell straight into a unrelenting nightmare.

She was forced out of it by the sound of something slamming downstairs followed by a thump she didnt register. Because she was sitting straight up shaking violently and tearing up, fingers digging painfully into her arms as she hugged herself, breathing too fast. She looked around like a cornered animal until she was able to calm down a little, her surroundings settling back into her mind. But that slam…

Dia was on her feet gasping for breath a little as she stumbled down the rest of the stairs and out into the living room, tripping on her own two feet in her panic. She felt so small and alone and alone was the one thing she didnt want to be for a little while–

And all the spinning in her head stopped when she saw him.

He was sprawled out not all that gracefully on the beat up grey couch, one of his arms hanging off as his legs dangled over the arm. His blonde hair, much lighter than hers was a damp mess of spikes from being outside in the misty rain of before dawn that plastered against his forehead and into his uncovered, shut eyes. On his hand against his chest were his sharp shades, a dim and fading red glow slowly going out on them, a clear indicating Hal was asleep. She watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically and deeply, indicating he was already fast asleep. She figured it was from the past couple all nighters he’d pulled, between work his own projects and his nightly outings. Dia watched him sleep for a few moments then quietly walked over to his side, noting the familiar bags of insomnia under his eyes even in the dim lighting Silently she sighed and walked over to another chair in the room and grabbed a two blankets off it, a soft knitted one Dave left here from someone she was had met two times now named Rose and a thicker fabric quilt thing Dirk’s had since before she arrived, mentioned by Hal to have been a apartment warming present from friends named Jane and Roxy. She carried them over to him and with a wobbly stance and some struggling to not wake him or Hal up draped the quilt over his body, making sure it wasnt awkwardly on him.

Then Dia wrapped the knitted blanket around herself and plopped down on the floor next to his side, facing him and watched over him for awhile.

It wasnt anything special or life changing to her at first. She just…her brain was in a dark place and right now, The man before her was a very real and very present and constant reminder of the good in her situation. She was out of that hellscape, she was free.

She was safe and in a better place. Next to him the these early hours of the morning on the living room floor nothing bad from her past could hurt her or reach her. And that was all she needed.

So Dia made herself more comfortable and leaned on the couch in the space next to his chest and side and leaned her head against the quilt covered space until it barely, just barely pressed up against said bodily area as her body curled and folded into a comfortable spot doing so and her tired clementine eyes drowsily watched the movement of his breathing and the distant tick of a far off clock until she didnt even notice herself falling fast asleep at his side, nightmareless for the first time in months.

‘ Dirk…dirk wake up already.’

‘Dirk I know you can still hear me, wake up’

It was irritatingly bright with the morning sun when Dirk finally pried his eyes open, squinting up in pain at the ceiling. God was he fucking regretting passing out on the couch right now. So he quietly unfolded his only small salvation from the light and slid the shades over his orange eyes, blinking the exhaustion from them after with a yawn.

‘ nngh….Hal buddy you on already?’ He got an immediate, if not amused answer that made him practically imagine the body motion and expression that shouldve accompanied it. He couldnt help but smile a little and crack his neck in an attempt to ease the stiffness….god he needed a new damn couch.

‘ Dirk…dirk look down.’ He quirked an eyebrow but didnt even get a chance to ask

Because he moved his hanging arm and brushed against another solid mass that made him look down anyway.

He didnt dare move for a few moments when he saw Dia curled up beside him on the floor, his hand having brushed against the slim girl’s too bony arm. But didnt wake up, only shifted slightly as her head burrowed into his side a bit, looking more relaxed than he’d ever really seen her.

‘ When did she…?’

‘ I am not sure. she was already there asleep when I first started up this morning. I can only assume shes been there since we got home.’ He dragged a hand through his hair as he looked over her and carefully moved his arm so he didnt wake her up.

Dirk decided not to sit up or move from the couch yet either.

‘ She almost looks happy…’

“ Yeah… I know. Too bad she doesnt always look like this…’ There was a silence between them and Dirk sighed through his nose.

‘…im going to make breakfast.’ Was the only thing Dirk finally said before carefully getting up and heading to the kitchen. ‘ Oh? Thats a first for you…you normally skip breakfast.’ Dirk didnt respond right away, scavenging the simple, cluttered kitchen for anything to cook and scrunching his nose a little when he wasnt really finding anything.

‘ Dirk you KNOW there hasnt been any grocery restocking since you started your latest project…’ He groaned and pressed his forehead against the freezer door and stayed quiet for another moment, gears in his head turning and things lining up in his head. Hal didnt try prodding him too much for an answer. He knew the human too well by now, Dirk was working something out in his head. And on top of that he had barely been awake maybe twenty minutes after a total of maybe four or five hours of sleep, doing three all nighters before that. So Hal wasnt quick to call Dirk all to responsive lately.

Maybe he should contact Jane after all to get him into a healthier…well…anything.

“ ….I really didnt want to go outside this early…but if the kid will be asleep for awhile…hmm…”

‘ Hmm what?’ The blonde shook his head a little and rubbing an eye with the palm of his hand as if forcing the drowsiness away.

“ Hey Hal….mind messaging Dave for me and asking when he’s planning to come back home from Karkat’s this week?” ‘…alright Dirk I am, anything else?’ Hal asked, a bit sympathetic at the exhaustion in his voice. He knew Dirk didnt like to bother Dave with too much, especially when the younger strider stayed with them specifically to make sure Dirk took care of himself. He wanted him to live his own damn life without worrying about him, and so didnt ask him when he was coming back or how long he’d stay.

“…yeah. Ask him if its today and if he could possibly grab some groceries on his way home…” There was a silence but Hal told him he would and Dirk’s shoulders slumped when they got the reply that Dave would show up in about a half hour, and asking for a general list or if he should just wing it.

Dirk said to just wing it. He wasnt picky right now.

Dia hadnt woken up by the time Dirk pulled on a decently cleaner shirt and his shoes, though she had shifted somewhat. He was a little relieved, she’d been sleeping worse than him recently and any rest was good rest. Yeah…it was was all he concluded as he slipped outside into the bright sunlight and sat on the stoop step that led into the apartment, absently gazing over the city lost in thought.

“ Yo Dirk.” He glanced down to see Dave coming up the steps in casual clothing, face mostly neutral as he carried up two big bags of food. Dirk saw the slightly furrowed brows and the way his mouth tugged down in concern and heaved a sigh, standing and walking down to take one of the bags.

“ Gotta be quiet when you go in, the kid’s fast asleep in the living room and I kinda want her to stay that way. Where’s Derik?” Dave shrugged as he followed him up.

“ He was video calling Jay when Hal pestered me, so I left him be and came alone.” He got a nod as they walked in, Dave raising an eyebrow seeing Dia on the floor but not voicing the question.

Dirk probably didnt move her so she’d sleep longer. He knew she had issues with being touched.

Though when they entered the kitchen his eyebrows furrowed again.

“ Dirk when was the last time you cleaned the damn apartment? You’ve got shit lying everywhere again it wasnt like this when I was here last.” The older man shrugged as he shoved junky clutter out of the way and replaced it with the bag of food, not exactly wanting to answer. The knight sighed and resisted any urges to smack the other person he considered family. Because goddamn was it hard to resist when he was falling back into bad habits and going back on months of progress being made.

“ You know what? Dont worry about it Dirk. I’ll help you pick up later or something since I’m here. Lets just get all the food put away and make something to eat, because damn am I starved and Im sure she will be too once she actually wakes up.” Dirk mumbled an agreement and started putting things away and setting stuff up to cook…something, anything.

“ So…what is with the sudden desire to make breakfast? Hal and I usually have to force you not to skip it.” Dave wasnt really expecting an answer, To be honest neither was Hal at that point. Dirk was clearly in a more antisocial mood and that was fine really, but the silence was making the shorter blonde…twitchy. Maybe he just wasnt used to it anymore, when he considered half the time he stayed with Karkat further out of the city in a house that was distinctly more…energetic with two teenagers running around living with them. He had thought having Dia here might break him out of that but she could be just as bad as he was honestly, a sometimes too perfect match in their isolation habits.

He was thinking about it so much he almost missed Dirk’s reply, turning towards him blinking.

“ Wait wha–” “ I said I’m not doing it for me…im making food for Dia.” There was a moment of a much more fragile silence and dirk pulled off Hal and set him on the counter, gripping it with both hands as he stared tiredly at the wall and cabinets in front of him, his eyes a bit distant as if he was seeing something else entirely Dave couldnt. He sighed heavily and continued with a low tone that sounded like he was trying to stay neutral, unemotional about it.

“ She doesnt eat enough. Coming from me already is a big deal but, I…Im almost positive she has some sort of eating disorder Dave. One she just wont tell me about. But I see the signs of it all over her. The underweight, the fragility of her whole body, the fatigue, the way she tries to avoid eating as much as possible, the way she hides herself away after meals…but I cant push her either because well fuck. What place do I have to really say anything? I’m not blood related, I’ve only known her about 5 months and ive barely tried to get to know her that much or get close to her but she’s grown on me a little and im worried one of these days her insomnia and her lack of eating are going to do her off right under my nose and there’ll be no one to blame but myself for not looking out for her enough. Like fuck,” His nails scrapped along the counter as his fingers curled in frustration. “ Im a goddamn wreck half the time and she’s almost worse than me and I just…I dont even know. The kid deserves better than that? She probably deserves alot better than staying up at night waiting and worrying when I’m going to get home and falling asleep on the goddamn floor and–maybe…maybe I should’ve had Roxy or Jane take her instead. Or even Jake. Somewhere where’d she’d-she’d get help for her issues, not a place to let them fester.” The air was heavy as he finished, his shoulders slumped in defeat and his head hung as if it had become too much to stay up on its own, eyes screwed close in a frustrated kind of pain. Dave was a little speechless, he knew Dirk felt a little responsible for Dia and part of that mightve been from himself but…He didnt know.

He shouldve known though.

“ Dirk…Jesus Dirk why didnt you mention any of this sooner? If you’ve been so worried you could just tell me and I’d help you.” He moved closer and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing up his shades and leaning over to try to look the older man in the eyes.

“ Dirk cmon dont shut me out now after that damn word vomit of you actually opening up. You are not shutting down on me, hell no. You opened your own floodgates and we’re going to swim through what the fuck you released together and work this out because clearly help is needed right now. If it wasnt you wouldnt have asked me to come back out of nowhere, and we wouldnt be having an emotional brotherly moment in the middle of your shitty kitchen at nine in the goddamn morning with the kid you’re clearly worried about dead asleep on your living room floor. So, lets talk ok?” With another tired sigh Dirk nodded as they kept cooking, neither noticing the thin figure slip away upstairs to shower.

After Dave left things were awkward. The two sat at Dirk’s kinda crappy dining table with a non microwaved meal in front of them both poking at it in silence. By the time they both decided they were done the house apartment felt delicate and tense. But regardless Dia holed up in her room for the rest of the evening to prepare for another fitful night and around ten Dirk pulled on his shoes and headed out.

Dia checked the clocked a couple hours later, noting tiredly that it was only ten past midnight. So she simply rolled over to face the wall and shut her eyes, trying to shut off her brain. It almost worked too…

Click.

Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head to look towards the door briefly confused, almost assuming she was hearing things. She glanced at the clock again. 12:13 am. She rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up.

“ No way…I heard him leave at ten…and he usually doesnt come back until at least two on thursday…” She listened for a moment to make sure, and sure enough there was the sound of shuffling downstairs, slowly coming up the stairs. When she heard Dirk’s bedroom door open she got up and shuffled over to her own peeking out of her door to see his back. Before she could stop herself she made a noise to announce her presence and Dirk paused, looking back at her. There was a moment where they both stared at each other as she briefly panicked at the fact she started this conversation.

“ y..you’re back pretty early tonight…” She almost visibly cringed at herself as he gave a small shrug.

“ Didnt feel like being out for long tonight…besides, keeps some anxieties down if im not gone too late.” She stood up straighter and looked up at him stunned. He…he came home early…so she wouldnt worry? Her mind flashed to the morning before and something warm filled her chest. She nodded and murmured that she appreciated it and swore she saw a smile on his face before he continued into his room.

“ Hey um…” She saw him pause again and she took a nervous breath. She wasnt used to this, but…

“ I um…im not that picky when it comes to food…but I dont mind spicy foods, as long as its not deathly spicy. I’m also willing to try most things put out for me to eat at least once…so I’ll at least try to eat most meals…” She glanced back up to see him nod, a small smile now clear on his face.

“ Alright kiddo, I’ll keep that in mind. Try to go to bed before sunrise.” She nodded back and slipped back into her room, somehow feeling a little lighter.

The next couple weeks after that were different for them both. At first it was hard to describe, but things were less stiff so to say. They both came out of theyre rooms more for meals together and…just talked. The talks were awkward as hell at first, but the more they did the more she looked forward to meal time, and the less she dreaded eating. Even though she struggled to open up to the older man she could still find things to talk about. At some point she started cooking again, which she hadn’t done since she took care of her little brother, over five months ago. Dia started when she noticed Dirk skipping meals, lost in his work.So…she started making things and leaving them for him with a reminder to eat. And once his portion was gone she ended up eating what was left for herself, the portion being enough to not make her feel too guilty most nights.

But things were on a better track, Hal pointed out as much one night as Dirk slipped back into the apartment as the clock read 1:00 am. Dirk raised an eyebrow and got a bit of a half smile. “ oh yeah? You really think so huh?”

‘ Yes I do actually. You havent noticed? She’s opening up to us both more than she has in months.’ Dirk nodded with a hum as he made his way to the stairs, listening to hear if Dia was moving about and noticed it was quiet. Maybe for once she managed to fall asleep.

‘ You know, you two are alot alike, at least with your issues and and some of your traumas.’ Dirk paused halfway up the stairs and tilted his head as he thought about it, not exactly responding. But Hal continued on.

‘ I think at this point, the best course of action for you both would be for you two to try having a deeper conversation. It would benefit you both greatly to try discussing and sympathizing over your similar issues. At the very least it would help you both open up more, something we both know is very needed in this apartment.’ He…couldnt really argue with that one.

“ Ya know what? fuck it why not. I’m not going to push her too much but…I’ll give it a shot.”

And he did. When he saw her at breakfast he motioned for her to listen and took a deep breath through his nose, preparing for the worst. He vividly remembered how she could lash out when she felt cornered or afraid, and that was the last thing he wanted.

So he tried as gently as he could, following some of Hal’s advice and the advice of Rose who he’d talked about this with much earlier in the morning for ideas to approach the subject…delicately. He even vaguely put some of his smaller issues on the table first, made them vulnerable which made Hal rather proud of him for.

“ Look Dia…I get it ok? I get the not wanting to talk to anyone about it and the need to be strong and unbreakable. But I also know how that can fuck you up even more. It has for me for years…and…I’ve lost trust with close friends because of it. I did things I still dont forgive myself for trying to bottle it up.” She listened and nodded. Then Dia looked down and touched one of her scarred knuckles and took a deep breath. Then she looked up with an expression he hadnt seen before, it was tired and sad and vulnerable. Suddenly she looked like her age, a broken and exhausted 19 year old who’d been suffering on her own for too long, and he watched her shoulders droop as she spoke as if a weight was starting to lift off them.

“ I…I-I have alot wrong with me Dirk…maybe too much to be fixed…so much you may not want to bother with me if you knew everything…I’m…Im beyond screwed up and I cant even eat anymore without trying to loss the nonexistent weight it brings…I…I’ve done too much I dont deserve this I dont…” She trailed off and Dirk reached out and hesitantly, understandingly placed his hand on her wrist, making her look him in the eyes.

“ Why dont we start by just being screwed up together kid? You arent alone in it anymore…and about the eating, we can work on that first and get you started on recovery however you need it. But lets start small and see how we survive it.” She smiled a little and nodded, relaxing.

“ Yeah, ok.”

A few nights later Dia was tossing and turning again after waking up from another nightmareThis time a light rain drummed on the roof from a small passing storm. She looked at the clock and glared at the two am glaring back at her before sitting up and pulling on her hoodie. Maybe…

She got up and walked over to her door and stepped out, looking at Dirk’s door and expecting him to be out. But what she saw instead was a soft light coming from under the door, signifying he was still home and awake. With a deep breath she walked over and raised her hand to knock, only to pause and stare at the wood. She started doubting her right to interrupt him when their last talk flashed to mind. He had opened up to her a little and she had done the same, they had shared a moment and she felt…closer to him. She didnt feel like a burden as much.

So with more confidence than she had she grabbed the handle and turned it, letting the light wash over her warmly as she gazed at his back, sitting at his desk across the room making something. She only hesitated for a moment before her body relaxed and she smiled a little, taking a step in.

“ H-hey Dirk…I cant sleep…do you mind if I hang in here for awhile?”

She shut the door behind her when she saw him smile while declaring she can have his bed since he’ll be up awhile longer.

She fell into a peaceful sleep that night, feeling safe and at home.

End

Tadaaaa, this took a long while to write but I hope it was worth the wait! And I hope you guys like it!

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lame-fandom-geeks · 7 years ago

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If Only For A Moment

Summary: Its hot and heavy so Sam and Dean and Reader let loose if only for a little bit.

Word count: 1415 warning(s): like one swear songs included: surfing USA (the beach boys), Surf City (jan and dean), Shut Down (the beach boys)

Im thinking about a part two that goes both ways like a dean ending and a sam ending?? maybe idk

Sweat dripped off your writhing body sprawled out over the twin bed. It seemed impossible to do anything but lie there and take it. “This is torture,” you moaned. Sam and Dean scoffed from the table. Dean looked at your splayed body lying on the dated motel room bed unsympathetically

“Like you have any idea what real torture is,” he said. You tilted your head off the edge of the bed and glared at him upside down. He and Sam sat and stubbornly chipped away at a case; refusing to acknowledge the oppressive heat wave. Hard headed as ever they both still wore jeans and biker boots, although they had discarded their jackets opting for lighter tee shirts. You on the other hand had given up stripped down to a sports bra and running shorts ages ago. You glanced up to watch the old ceiling fan above you spin lazily, refusing to offer more than a slight breeze.

“This is insanity,” you complained, “Why in hell's name did you pick a case in California? Do you not know they are in a drought?” Dean grunted at your rhetorical questions. Sam, however, turned around to you and leaned over the back of his chair.

“You’re right,” Sam stated.

“I am?” you said, stunned.

“Yes,” he said, “ pigs must have flown because you’re right.” He got up and moved across the room shedding clothes unceremoniously; down to just boxers he tossed on running shorts and flopped dramatically onto the other twin bed. “I can’t work any more. My brain is boiling. It’s hot as hell,” he groaned. You got up from your bed and grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, even popping the top for Sam.

“I’m glad you agree,” you said, “92 degrees is too hot for hunting.”

“You two have betrayed me I can’t believe this,” Dean chastised, “They won’t hunt themselves.” He shook his head and returned to flipping through the old news papers. Despite his resolve to work through the heat you could see sweat starting to gather on him. From your spread eagle position on the bed you looked at Sam who just rolled his eyes at Deans words. There had to be some way to cool off and get out of this sweltering room. Struck by genius you tumbled off the bed and ran out the door to the Impala. Dean started at your sudden fleeing but one look at Sam told him you were up to something.

The heat outdoors slammed into you like a brick wall, your feet sizzled on the smoking pavement; quickly you lept into the car to get away from the burning. You dug around in the back seat for valuable piece you kept for when you had the car for yourself. Feeling it under the driver seat you clutched it in your hands and dashed back across the hot parking lot to the room. Grinning ear to ear you swung the door shut behind you and fell your back against it, panting from your little sprint. You moved to the radio that sat on the bed side table and popped open the tape player. Delicately you placed the cassette your father gave you in the slot and closed it. The machine purred then the reels spun and on came the Beach Boys.

If everybody had an ocean Across the usa

Then everybody be surfin Like califon-i-a

You shimmied your body around the bed into the open area. Sam chuckled rolling onto his stomach to watch you. Dean rolled his eyes and groaned at the cheesy music. You sang along terribly and did what might be recognized at the twist in time to the tunes.

We’ll all be planning out a route Were gonna take real soon

Were waxing down our surfboards We can wait for june

We'll all be gone for the summer Were on safari to say

Tell the teacher we’re surfing Surfing USA

Sam laughed at your antics and got up to join you. Together you danced in the shitty little motel in practically your underwear. Dean stifled a laugh and turned to look seriously a his work. You danced over to him and pulled at his paper trying to get him to stand. He held firm. You grabbed his biceps and slid your hands down his arms till you grasped his hands. Begrudgingly he stood as you pulled him. You shimmied pulling him to your side trying to get him to move.

“Watch!” you encouraged and did your best to show off your terrible dancing skills. Sam moved to your other side and your teaching paid off. The two threatening, dangerous hunters danced stupidly in the tiny motel room to the melodies of Jan and Dean and The Beach Boys.

Two girls for every boyyyyyy!!

The song changed and you twisted to face both boys. You laughed and sang at the boys

I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie

They grinned and sang the back up parts back to you

(Surf City, here we come)

You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie

(Surf City, here we come)

Well, it ain't got a back set or a rear window

You grabbed their hands and twirled under them placing yourself between them

In sync you sang,

But it still gets me where I wanna goooooo!!

And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one

You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun

The boys laughed heartily and you smiled seeing them both so carefree. The three of you belted out the lyrics to each other having the time of your lives. You had to take the opportunity of the good vibes to get them out of the room and away from the case. So you stepped to Dean and slid your hand along his chest and down to his belt loops. He grabbed your waist and moved your hips back and forth. You gave him a wink then turned around to hold his hands putting them where Deans had just been you tempted him for a quick moment then gave him a wink too and spun away from both men. You left them standing looking starstruck swaying slightly. You stopped the music and beamed at them.

“Grab a towel,” you told them. They looked at each other questioning the demand silently between them. Before they could say anything you nicked a towel for yourself and grabbed the tape from the machine. You jingled the keys in front of your face then took off out the door to the car.

Dean felt his pocket for the keys that you had managed to take and came up blank. With a jolt both boys clambered across the room to grab a towel and they streaked out the door into the car that you had pulled around. The cassette was already blasting through the speakers. They rolled down all the windows and unanimously started singing along.

Superstock Dodge is windin' out and low

But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go

To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch

My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

Proving why Dean never lets you drive you sped through town even feeling the music and closing your eyes to sing wholeheartedly. More than once Dean leaned over and jerked the steering wheel back into a straight line. You swung into the open lot along the shore and drifted into what could, if you squint, be called a park-job. Cranking the stereo as loud at it would go you threw the car door open and fled to the ocean. Dean and Sam were hot on your tail racing you to the salty water. Sam, bigger and faster, caught up to you sweeping you up in his arms and over his shoulder. You squealed and laughed. Sam grabbed your waist and tossed you into the water, you screamed and crashed into the cold water. You gasped, surfacing. Dean dived in past Sam popping up behind you to splash you. Screaming and laughing you splashed each other and tried to dunk whoever was closest. The beach boys played out from the car and time slowed for you. To watch your boys act so free and alive was rare. Not one of you was thought about anything other than the here and now and how much fun it was to be kids, if only for a moment.

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k-frances · 7 years ago

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Kim Shimmers and the Black Prophecy

A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and the 3rd installment of the Kim Shimmers series)

This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.

Chapter 19

Tides of Fortune

Later in February, Kim was called to the Department of Mysteries once again. She went and obediently meditated, though it yielded no visions. She couldn’t help but think this was partially her fault since she was not really in the mood to clear her mind; she had far too much there to clear. That, and she hadn’t brought Strix with her. Her visions always seemed to be clearer when Strix was around, though perhaps that was superstition.

After her session, she and Mr. Branderbon returned to the Mysterious Libraries where his desk was.

“So… do you mind if I… look around?” she asked, pointing to the door to signify she wanted to spend her free time in a different room in the department.

Mr. Branderbon looked up at her, eyeing her and then the door for a moment. “Yes,” he sighed, and then continued more sternly, “But if you go into the Death Chamber, do not go near The Veil.”

“Okay… what’s that?”

“You’ll know when you see it. The great archway… do not go near it… no matter what you may hear coming from within…” he warned.

“Okay,” Kim said lightly, though his words made her a little uncomfortable. What am I likely to hear that would make me want to touch it…

Kim left the Mysterious Libraries and stood in the center of the circular room, waiting for the doors to cease spinning. She pointed her wand at the ceiling, and sent a pulse of blue light from it as she said, “Death Chamber.”

A door behind her creaked open. She turned and approached the door. The room within was wide and rectangular. It was very dimly lit with an eerie white glow, so faint that she could hardly see the bookshelves that lines the walls. The room depressed in the center, with rows of rising stone benches all around the perimeter of what Kim thought must be The Veil. It stood, unnervingly solitary in the room, with a black tattered curtain hanging over its top. As she stared at it she realized it billowed oddly, as if there was a breeze in the room, though Kim couldn’t think of how there would be.

She started around the top level of the room, heading for the nearest bookshelf when a sound stopped her. It was nothing but a whisper, a breath of air, but it sent a chill up Kim’s spine. What was that? Am I just hearing things? she wondered, peering around the room with alert eyes. There it was again! It sounds like whispering…

“Kim,” came a long drawn voice, just barely audible. Kim swallowed and realize the sound was coming from The Veil. She shuttered and turned back to the bookshelf. The whispering did not stop for the entire time that Kim was searching the Chamber of Death for information. It would come eking out of nothing, at first barely distinguishable, then rattlingly audible, and then dissipating again, making her question if she’d really heard anything at all.

“It’s okay… It’s nothing…” she told herself, and continued looking through the books distractedly. After an hour of this, her search was still fruitless. She found many texts on unusual deaths, spontaneous death, what comes after death… but nothing about Death, the proper noun. Death as a physical entity rather than an idea.

She let Mr. Branderbon know she was leaving before she went and then hastily fled the department. The dark, creeping lights of the place were starting to dampen her spirits. She needed sunlight.

February finished out and turned to March. She heard through the school, though she missed the event itself, that Trelawney got sacked. She had a hard time feeling sorry for the woman who was very clearly a fraud, but since Umbridge was her adversary, Kim couldn’t help but be slightly sympathetic. The second week in March, Kim headed to a new divinations classroom on the first floor, Harry and Ron accompanying her.

“What the—” Harry said as they entered the classroom, for it had been transformed far from looking anything like a classroom at all. It looked more like a forest, with a floor padded with rich green moss, and trees rising out of it sporadically. There were other students already arrived for class siting nervously in the grass and leaning against trees. In a clearing standing beside a small lit fire was a tall, lean centaur. He had blond hair and strikingly blue eyes. He nodded at the students as they came in, greeting Harry personally as if he knew him. When he spared a glance at Kim she opened her mouth to speak.

“Uh- Hello, professor. Thanks for agreeing to teach us,” she said meaningfully. She knew that centaurs generally did not like humans very much. She wondered if the horseshoe shaped bruise on his stomach was from another of his herd, upset at his decision.

“It was a favor for a friend,” he said, nodding slowly.

“Dumbledore, right… still. We’d be out of a teacher without you so, thanks.” Kim gave him a nervous smile. She’d never seen a centaur in real life before, and he was a gorgeous specimen of centaur beauty and power. His palomino, honey-colored fur faded into tan skin that was shocking against his bright eyes and hair.

“Got a crush on another beasty, Kim,” mocked a girl toward the back of the class. Kim didn’t even know her name, but evidently Kim’s name had made it around the school. She grimaced, feeling her face growing red as she plopped down beside a tree near Harry and Ron.

“Better keep her away from ‘im, or we’ll lose another professor,” came another voice bubbling up from between snickers. Kim didn’t bother to look back at who was mocking her this time.

“Just ignore them,” Harry said, shaking his head. Kim grimaced at him, trying to seem unfazed and failing.

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Linger - Prologue

To kick start my new blog I feel I should start by posting the first chapter of my Opie Fan Fiction - Linger. I Think the big man needs all the love he can get in the world! Please let me know what people think, or if there is anything you readers think that Opie and Olivia need o come up against in future chapters!

p.s the gif is not mine, I just think it’s adorable, Kudos to it’s maker.

Linger - Prologue

June 1988

Olivia Heyes gripped her mother's hand and squeezed her eyes as tight shut as she could, as the plane bumped down onto the runway in the California sun. The rays were being through the windows, and the heat made the cabin stuffy. It was a far cry from the unusually cold temperatures they'd been experiencing in England.

"Come on honey, grab your bag, it's time to get off the plane." Her mother coaxed. She offered her a encouraging smile, and Olivia grabbed the little rucksack full of toys and colouring books. "Here baby, let me take that for you." Her father said, taking her bag from her and slinging it over her shoulder.

Olivia had never even moved house before, but her parents had been talking about moving for a while. Her dad had been offered a job in California, but they were unsure about uprooting Olivia and moving her half way across the world at such a young age. The decision,however, was made for them when her mother's health began to deteriorate and the hospital that offered her father the job, also offered them the health care her mother needed so badly.

So the three of them stepped off of the plane, into the blistering California sun to begin their new lives.

* * * Jax and Opie were playing on the lawn outside Gemma and John's house when the moving van and a small, white family car pulled into the driveway of the vacant house next door. They'd heard that someone had bought it, Charming was a small town and any changes, no matter how tiny, became big news. They stopped what they were doing and watched as the little family climbed out of the car. A petite, homely looking lady with mousey brown hair got out first, followed by a stocky man with brown hair, glasses and a beard. The man started unloading suitcases from the boot of the car, while the lady opened the back door.

A girl of about their age hopped down from the back seat. Her chestnut hair was long and pulled into an elaborate French plait, and she wore a pair of dark blue dungarees with matching trainers. Perched on her nose was a pair of stylish, rectangular glasses. She looked around and spotted Jax and Opie watching her. She grinned cheekily and waved.

They both waved back and watched as she disappeared into the house after her parents.

Movers continued to bustle about the yard, lugging in bits of furniture, but the girl was no where to be seen until evening started to settle in and Gemma was about to call the boys in for dinner. She came and stood beside the fence separating the houses, her arms crossed on top of the posts. "Hi." She said shyly, her fingers nervously toying with the bottom of her plait. "Hi." Opie and Jax said in unison, putting down the ball they had been playing with and making your way over to the fence. "Do you live here?" The girl asked, looking between the two boys. "I do," Jax said, "I'm Jax by the way, and this is Opie, my best friend, he lives just down the street." Opie nodded at her wordlessly. He was already on the large side for a boy of twelve, standing half a head taller than the other two. "I'm Olivia." She rolled her head to look up at Opie. "Opie, that's a strange name." It wasn't a question, but he felt as though he needed to answer her. "It's a nickname. I'm Harry, but everyone calls me Opie."

Olivia nodded, seeming to be deep in thought. "I see. That makes sense"

It was then that Gemma appeared in the door way. She watched curiously as her son and Opie spoke to the little girl. "It's time for dinner boys, say goodnight to your friend, I'm sure you'll see her again soon."

Jax glanced at Olivia, his blue eyes pleading, "Will we?"

Olivia shrugged and turned back towards her own front door. "I suppose so, as this is my home now. Bye Jax." She paused and waved at Opie with a soft smile, "bye Opie."

and with that she was gone, darting back into her own front door.

"She seems nice." Gemma said as the boys scrambled into their seats at the kitchen table.

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May 1989

The little glowing clock on her bedside table had only just clicked over to show 2 am when bellowed shouts, metallic crashes and the rumble of a car engine cut through the sleepy silence of the night. Olivia crossed her bedroom and leaned out of the window, searching for the source of the noise.

Light poured out of every window of the Winston House and the three family members were out in the yard. Mary was dragging two suitcases behind her, and trying to stuff them into the boot of her truck.

"I am not doing it any more Piney! im not going to sit here and wait to see if you come back after another job, only to get the same shit. And im not watching you turn our boy into you! He already cares too much about that damn MC!" The angry blonde woman screamed in her husband's face when he approached her. The shouting continued between the adults, waking up most of the neighbourhood, but Olivia's eyes were drawn to Opie as he sagged against the steps, fearful wide eyes watching his parents' gestures and wincing at every word, but he made no move to get between them.

The fight continued for what felt like hours, but actually only lasted about thirty minutes. Piney and his son went back into the house, the front door slammed behind them and the lights clicked off. This echoed around the neighbourhood and soon the streets were back to being bathed in darkness. Olivia waited for her parents to return to thier bed, listening for the steady, even breathing that meant they had falllen back asleep, and then followed the route both her and Opie had taken many a night; slipping out of her window, lowering herself onto the lowest branch she could reach on the tree outside her window and using the notches to help her climb down until her feet landed in the soft grass of her front lawn. She looked around, thankfully evryone was sleeping, no one had seen her.

Opie sat on his bed, feeling numb. He didn't know what to think. He'd heard his parents fight, more and more as the months had passed by, he knew it had to come to a head eventually, and he'd convinced himself that when that time came, he'd be ok, but he wasn't. He was far from ok. His chest ached and his throat felt like sand paper from the screaming. Books and his other belongings were strewn across his bedroom floor where he's thrown them in anger. but now his anger had passed, he felt cold, tired and numb, so he just sat there on his bed staring at the wall.

A light tap at his window drew his attention. Olivia was perched on his outside windowsill, her little hands curled at the edges in a monkey grip, keeping her upright. When he didn't move, she tapped the glass again and pressed her nose against the pane, making a face at him. He wanted to laugh, but nothing in him felt like he could laugh. He got up and opened the window just enough for her petite body to slip through the gap.

"What are you doing here, Oli?" he asked without really looking at her. His voice was so gravelly he barely recognised it. She ignored his question and swanned past him, climbing into his bed and pulling the covers up around her. "Oli . . ." he tried again, feeling too weak to argue with her, no matter her answer.

She pulled the other side of the covers back and tapped the mattress. Her hazel eyes looked at him and then to the light pointedly. Sighing he did as she silently asked; switched off the light and climbed into the bed beside her. He turned on his side to face her.

"What are you doing here, Oli?" he tried again, his voice so quiet she could only hear it because of their close proximity.

"Thought you might need a friendly face." She replied softly with a grin, pulling his duvet right up under her chin.

"It's three in the morning, you should be in bed, not crawling into people's houses."

Olivia looked at her feet wiggling around at the end of the bed. "Unless i'm mistaken Ope, I'm in bed."

He managed a small smile. "You're in my bed, not yours."

"I hardly see how that matters. Do you want to talk? or just sleep?"

Opie grimaced and turned onto his back. She wrapped her small hand in his and gave it a little squeeze. "I don't think I can." he admitted sadly, studying the pattern of his ceiling.

"Talk or sleep?"

"Either."

Olivia shrugged her shoulders and gave a cat like yawn, never letting go of his hand. "Well, if you think you can, I'll be right here."

"You can't just sleep here! your parents will go nuts."

"No, they won't." She cracked one eye open and stared at him defiantly, "And don't even try to tell me Piney would because that's bull and you know it." Piney was used to Olivia being around and it was nothing unusual for her, Jax and Opie to spend the night at each other's bedrooms.

"But ..." he began, but she reached up and put her free hand over his mouth silencing him.

"Nope. you need me. I'm not going anywhere. So don't waste your breath." She removed her hand and snuggled back down into the covers, her fingers still wrapped around Opie's hand.

The minutes passed by sluggishly and Opie felt his stinging eyes starting to droop, and a yawn fought to leave his chest. He listened to Olivia's soft, steady breathing and relaxed, feeling comfortable and cared for.

****

October 1992

"So, does Piney know you've taken your early birthday present out for a spin?" Olivia asked with a loud laugh when Opie rocked up to the school gate on a shining blue Harley. It was a gift from his dad, and he spent every free minute he could riding it around Charming, He'd even excitedly booked the test for his license at the centre earlier in the week. She hadn't seen him smile so much in a long time.

"Of course he does. Well, he will when he sees it's not in the garage." he shrugged

"So are you here to offer a lady a ride home?" She asked, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. it had been a long day and her book bag was heavy, digging into her shoulder. She was looking forward to not having to walk all the way back home from school with it.

Opie grinned cheekily and looked around her, as if searching for something.

"What?"

"Just looking for this lady you mentioned."

Olivia laughed and punched his shoulder. "Come on asshole, give me a ride home."

"OW! Ok, fine, whatever, but only because you're a bully." he said playfully, rubbing the spot that she'd punched and shuffled forward so there was space for her on the seat. She slid onto the bike and adjusted the strap on her bag so it wouldn't get in the way of the back wheels.

"Ready, Oli?" he asked, turnning the handlebars and revving the engine.

She wrapped her arms around his belly, fingers gripping the hem of his new 'prospect' kutte. "Now i am." he nodded and kicked away from pavement, turning his head to watch the flow of traffic. He grinned and waved as Donna walked past him, smiling at him coyly with a whispering group of her friends. He watched until she turned a corner and out of his sight.

"Come on lover boy, you can carry on drooling later, I'm dying for a drink." Opie shook himself out of his stupor and opened the throttle, moving into the road.

He didn't look to his left, he should have done.

That is what he kept repeating to himself when the battered black pick up collided with the side of his bike and both he and Olivia went flying from the vehicle. Screams were heard all around them, as they both hit the tarmac. The road surface flayed the skin from Opie's arms and back as he twisted, trying to protect his best friend from the brunt of their impact. He yelled in pain as his head collided with the road. hot, sticky, blood started to matte his hair and he all he could taste was copper. Everything went black.

"Opie. Opie, talk to me."

"What were you thinking boy? You know you need to check the road! I ought to strip you of that Kutte. you'll never patch if you ride like that. " Opie internally grimaced at his father's harsh, angry words, but his face remained passive, being that he was unconcious. he wanted to talk, to defend himself, but he couldn't force his body to co operate.

"It was my fault Piney. . . I lost my balance as he pulled out, I grabbed him and we just swayed into the car." Olivia lied, pleading with the older man because she knew how much the club meant to him. He could feel her hand touching his and wanted to squeeze it, but again, his body was having none of it.

"Everyone makes mistakes Piney. Do I need to remind you of all the shit you did when we were younger?" JT laughed. Silence followed and Jax's father laughed again. "That's a no then."

a comfortable silence flowed between the room's concious inhabitants for a few moments.

"You gonna get that foot looked at, baby girl? It's not looking so good."

"It's fine, Opie needs me more right now. I need to be here when he wakes up. I need to tell him what an idiot he was."

"I think he knows that. Come on, that's not a healthy angle. We'll come straight back after we get someone to look at it, alright?" That was Jax, a concerned wobble in his voice.

Opie heard her sigh loudly, and felt a piece of her hair ticleing the skin of his cheek, as she bent and whispered in his ear. "I'll be right back Ope. Don't you go anywhere. When you wake up, we have to have a little chat.

****

July 1997

Olivia beamed as she stood in front of Opie, straightening his tie and smoothing out the collar of his white silk shirt. Little pin pricks of tears of happiness brewed in the corners of her eyes as she looked at him. The hot summer sun was flooding through the open french windows of the hotel room. His hair was styled back, a few curls tipping up at the nape of his neck.

"Who would have thought you'd brush up so well, Harry Winston." She commented and took a step back admiring his tuxedo, complete with a white scarf a matching white rose buttonhole. She gave a bit of a sniff as the tears threatened to fall. "I wish my mum could have seen you like this. She would have been like a proud mother hen."

Olivia's mother had succumbed to the liver cancer that had been eating away at her for a decade two months before Opie's big day, and now her seat as surrogate mother in the wedding party stood open. He still had Gemma, but she wasn't the same as Maggie.

"I miss her." Opie gruffed out, nervously fiddling with his cuffs and sniffing back his own tears.

"So do i." He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder careful to not knock her elaborate french twist or crease her elegant blue dress. "But think how happy she must be watching you right now, the son she never had, about to get married and looking handsome. Donna is a lucky girl."

He smiled softly and pulled away to sit at the foot of the bed. "I think she always secretly hoped that you and I would decide that our friendship was not enough, and that it'd be you walking down that aisle."

"We've been over this, Ope. Many times. it would never have worked. We know each other much too well." her hand trembled a little as she sipped at her glass of champagne.

"I suppose so. we never gave it a chance though."

Olivia sighed and put her glass down, moving to crouch in front of him. "Don't do this, Harry. You're having a little bit of cold feet. You're about to make a massive step in the right direction in your life, with the love of your life. and you can't deny that she's not. I've seen you light up when she walks in the room. You'll be happy. And before you know it there will be little Opies and Donnas running around. Chin up, give me a smile." It wasn't a request. He did as he was told and gave her a grin, knowing as usual, she was right.

"Thank you, Oli, I don't know what I'd do without you."

She stood up and walked back over to the dresser, draining her glass of bubbly and quickly refilling it. "I don't know, but I can tell you, your Champagne bill would be cheaper. This stuff is amazing!"

There was a knock at the door and Jax and Piney appeared in the entrance in matching suits.

"It's time, brother." Jax said with a loving smile. "You ready to do this?"

Opie nodded and stood up following his father and best man out the door.

"Knock 'em dead, gorgeous. Love you." Olivia whispered giving him one last hug.

"Love you too."

"See you out there Darlin'." Jax nodded, walking swiftly away with the groom.

"You ok, baby girl?" Piney asked, fixing his surrogate daughter with what felt like an xray stare.

"Yeah, pops, I'm ok."

****

December 2003

"You are recieving a call from a California State Penitentary from inmate H. Winston. Do you accept the charges?"

"Yes, I accept." Olivia said with a sigh, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder, emptying a sachet of sugar into her coffee. There were a few long beeps, and then a voice she instantly recognised. It made her smile.

"Hey Sweetheart."

"Hey Ope. To what do I owe the honour of this phone call?"

"I need you to do something for me Oli. Before I went inside, I had a deal going down with the Irish. I can't tell you anything more here, but I need you to get in contact with a man named Moreau. His number should be in the black book in my bedside table. "

"I'm not going in there Ope, there might be naughty things that will scar my innocent brain."

"Don't give me that shit." She could tell he was grinning on the other end of the line. "I told him three years. My three years are up. Tell him I'm in here and I've given you permission to handle my shit. I need you to write him a cheque for $2,000."

"$2,000 is a lot of money Ope."

"I needed it when Ellie was born."

She understood, Ellie had been far from well when she was born and there was no way they could have afforded the medical bills, Olivia knew that $2,000 was probably barely even scratching the surface of the hospital's costs.

"So it's just the money, right Ope?"

"Right."

"Do you have the $2,000 in the bank, Ope? I thought you guys were running short."

"Donna will have to cope, we have no choice."

Oliva pursed her lips, she knew the Winstons were skirting the poverty line and was trying to help out as much as she could while Opie finished serving his time in Chino.

"Alright, I'll get on it. What would you do without me?"

"I'd have my legs broken." he paused for a second. "Thank you darlin, really. I miss you. You gonna come see me over the holidays?"

There was a loud beeping and the automated voice informed her that the call had been cut off. With a sigh she threw her phone back into her bag and turned on her heel, heading in the direction of her bank. She couldn't watch Opie's wife and children go hungry because of an old debt.

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