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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Hii, i love your work! Can I request an angst fic with prompts 38, 31 and 78. Like Logan and Leo get into a big fight and Logan says something bad (like I hate u and something like that) and Leo just leaves and maybe goes to Remus and Sirius. And then they make up idk, just a happy ending.

Thanksss❤️❤️🥺

Hello! I really enjoyed writing this ask because I haven’t written a lot of relationship-related angst yet, and I’m pretty happy with it. Credit for Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for arguing in relationships

Prompt 31: “He’s not answering his phone.”

Prompt 38: “Don’t talk like that.”

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

It started with a book.

It wasn’t a particularly special book—on the contrary, it was a beat-up copy of A Tale of Two Cities that Leo had received as a birthday present years ago. He didn’t even like the book that much, but it was a rainy day and he hadn’t slept and he wanted something familiar to daydream through.

There was a heavy, irritated sigh from the kitchen. Leo glanced up at Finn, who was folding laundry, and frowned. “Lo, you okay?” Finn asked.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just—it’s fine.”

Finn set a pair of socks down and ducked into the kitchen; Leo turned back to his book, but kept both ears pricked. “What’s wrong?” Finn’s voice was soft and concerned.

“I don’t know, I’m just upset,” Logan answered. Dishes clanked in the sink and Leo winced, silently hoping none of them would be chipped. “Just finish the laundry and we can go to bed.”

Something in his tone rubbed Leo the wrong way and he stood, joining Finn in the doorway. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

“Like what?” Logan set a fork down with more force than strictly necessary.

“You’re being snappy and I don’t like it. Finn doesn’t, either.”

Finn turned to look at him reproachfully. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet evening where we could hang out and read, but I guess that’s not going to happen.”

Logan huffed. “Maybe if you pulled your weight around here we could have a quiet evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“Finn and I have been cleaning for the last hour while you read your stupid book—”

“Leave me out of this!”

“—and I’m getting tired of cleaning up after you.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose and he huffed out a laugh, hardly believing his ears. “I’m sorry, who’s the one that leaves wet towels on the floor every fucking time he showers? Oh, but pardon me for taking an hour and a half to read after not sleeping because somebody was kicking me last night.”

“Both of you, cut it out,” Finn tried, holding his hands out to placate them. Blood thundered in Leo’s ears—he had no idea why his temper was flaring so suddenly, but he wasn’t going to back off and let Logan win. “Logan, I can finish the dishes. Leo, take a deep breath.”

“You’re taking his side now?” Leo asked incredulously. “You always take his side.”

“I’m not taking sides, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you two!”

“What do mean, he always takes my side?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quiet rage twisting his face.

“That’s what you do.” The words were coming out of him in a torrent—unstoppable and furious. “You two tag-team every time we get in a fight and suddenly I’m outnumbered.”

“Wha—tag team?” Finn shook his head in disbelief. “Leo, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you, Logan loves you, and you love us.”

If Leo hadn’t been so angry, he probably would have missed Logan muttering under his breath. Instead, he rounded on him, his fists clenching and unclenching. “What did you just say?” Logan glared and kept his mouth shut. “Logan, what did you just say?”

“Nothing you’ll care about,” he said coldly.

Leo shook his head and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. “Fuck off, Logan. Just fuck off.”

The slamming of the door behind him was not nearly satisfying enough to quell his nausea and the pounding in his head. He got in the car and turned off the radio with a hard jab to the CD port; the opening notes of one of Logan’s favorite songs from the road trip playlist made Leo’s eyes sting as he pulled out of the garage and headed down the road.

“What did I just do?” he asked the empty car. “Jesus, Leo, you just stormed out with no plan and left two angry boyfriends behind, and now you have nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to go home to—”

He pulled over, parked the car, and burst into tears. Leo hadn’t cried like that since his first night in Gryffindor, so far away from home and too afraid of waking Logan up with his sobs to do more than silently weep into his pillow. Logan had definitely heard anyway, because when he woke up the next morning there was a hot cup of coffee next to the door.

“I fucked up.” The steering wheel made his forehead itch. “I fucked up so bad, oh my god.”

You need to go somewhere, the reasonable voice in his head that sounded quite a bit like his dad chided. If you go back and apologize, they’ll take you back.

I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m still upset.

Then think. Who else cares enough to let you stay?

Leo sniffled and wiped at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. No, not his sweater—Finn’s. It took him another five minutes to pull himself together enough to turn on his blinker and head out onto the road again, following the familiar path without even needing to check his phone. The December air made the dried tears on his cheeks extra cold as he walked up the driveway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shivering in the cold. This was nothing like home.

He heard the doorbell ring through the house and stepped back a bit to admire the holiday lights in a rainbow of colors. They sparkled, a beacon against the night that made his heart clench. The door swung open a few moments later. “Hey, Leo, what’s…going on?” Remus trailed off.

“Hey,” he sniffled. “Uh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Remus moved to the side so he could enter and he slipped his shoes off in silence, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t absolutely lose it right on the welcome mat. “Are you okay? Sorry, bad question. What happened?”

“We got in a fight,” Leo said miserably, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Logan and I. Finn got dragged into it and really it was my fault and I just kinda left.”

“Okay. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded without a word and Remus wrapped him tightly in his arms. He rubbed soothing circles on his back—Leo felt more tears slide down his face as he melted into the warm touch. “I’m sorry for not letting you know I’d be here.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re always glad to see you. Can we move into the kitchen for a sec so you can drink some water?”

“Once a PT, always a PT,” Leo joked halfheartedly as he pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. “Ugh.”

The kitchen was cheerful and simple, with dark red walls and white cupboards. He sat down at the island and put his chin on his forearms as Remus got him a glass of water and dampened some paper towels. “I don’t know where I put the tissues, sorry.”

“Thanks, Loops,” he said, wiping his face.

“Re, was someone at the door?” Sirius came around the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

He glanced at Remus, then set his empty bowl on the counter and leaned against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Logan and I got in a fight.”

“With each other?”

“No, with the mailman,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. His lower lip wobbled; this was just how the fight had begun in the first place. “Sorry. Yeah, with each other. And Finn.”

“Where are they?”

“At h—home.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I left.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus asked carefully, sitting down next to him.

Leo’s shoulders slumped and he rested his temple on Remus’ shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Don’t talk like that, it was clearly important.”

“I was reading for an hour instead of helping them clean up because I was so fucking tired, and Logan was frustrated that I wasn’t helping. Finn tried to calm us both down, but I accused him of taking sides and then Logan mumbled something and wouldn’t tell me what he said.” It all blubbered out on a fresh wave of emotion and Remus handed him the paper towel again.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” Sirius said in the gentlest voice Leo had ever heard him use.

“Really?”

“Really. It sounds like you let some things build up for too long, like a volcano.”

Leo sniffled. “You sound like my dad.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so.” He straightened up again and took a long sip of water. “God, I feel awful.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. Have you eaten recently?”

“We were going to have dinner when Lo finished with the dishes. So, no.”

“You want a sandwich?”

“Yes, please.” To Leo’s surprise, Sirius pulled a block of cheese out of the fridge and bread out of the cupboard. “You cook?”

He and Remus made identical ‘ehhh’ noises. “Un peu,” Sirius laughed. “I burn soup, but grilled cheese is easy.”

“How the fuck do you burn soup?”

“You want to know the worst part?” He looked over his shoulder briefly. “It was canned soup.”

“What?”

“Mhm. I turned the heat on high because I thought it would cook faster.”

Leo’s tide of emotions molded into total confusion. “Why would you do that? The instructions are on the can.”

“Strangely enough, that’s what I told him,” Remus said wryly. “And still it’s happened twice.”

“You are so mean to me,” Sirius sighed as he turned the stove on. “I make you grilled cheese sandwiches and this is the thanks I get?”

“Sorry, love.”

“How do you do that?” Leo asked.

Remus turned back to him. “Do what?”

“Have this…” He gestured vaguely. “Perfect, amazing relationship. How?”

Sirius snorted and returned to his place by the fridge. “It’s not perfect.”

“But you’re so happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus asked. “When you’re with your boys, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “They’re the best thing in the world.”

“Do you have a perfect relationship?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s your answer.” Remus spread his hands. “Fights happen. Sometimes you can’t stand to even be in the same room as your person, or your people. Sometimes it feels like everything they do drives you crazy. But that doesn’t mean you stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving you.”

“The fight wasn’t about me reading,” Leo said quietly. Understanding was beginning to settle in. “And it wasn’t about Logan leaving towels all over or me not pulling my weight. I think we both just had bad days. Is that normal?”

“I hope so,” Sirius said. “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.”

“I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.”

“I was—I am—scared,” Leo confessed. “There’s just so much happening all the time. Finn and Logan…they’re my center point. My anchor.”

Sirius slid a perfect grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate and handed it to him. “Then you should tell them that.”

Just as he took his first bite, the doorbell rang. Remus frowned. “We’re popular tonight.”

After checking his phone quickly, Sirius wandered down the hall, and in his absence a large black dog came out of the living room to set her head on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, Hattie.” He scratched her behind the ears and tore off a piece of his sandwich to give her.

“Oh. Hello.” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Hey, Cap.”

Leo froze and Remus’ eyes widened. “Have you heard from Leo?” Finn asked. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“Because of the fight,” Sirius said.

Remus dropped his face into his hands. “Tact,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Leo could picture Finn’s face in his head, uneasy and worried. “So he’s talked to you?”

“He’s been in our kitchen for the last half hour.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “He’s—can we come in?”

“No shoes in the house.” There was a moment of rustling, then a staccato pattern of footsteps in the hall before Logan and Finn appeared in the entrance.

“Mon dieu.” Logan nearly collapsed against the doorframe when he saw Leo; his eyes were red-rimmed and he seemed to be a bit of a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Peanut.”

“We’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” Remus said, slipping out of the room with a final glance to Leo.

“My phone was off, sorry,” he said quietly, feeding Hattie another bit of bread. The pressurized fury from before was completely gone—he only felt regretful now, and utterly exhausted. “I’m also sorry for yelling. And accusing you. And for dragging you into it, Finn. Oh, and for leaving.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Logan took two tentative steps closer and Leo stood up, holding his arms out. Relief crashed over his face and he nearly tackled him in a hug. “I took out my bad day on you and as soon as you were gone I regretted it. Merde, Leo, I’m sorry.”

Extra warmth cocooned them both as Finn joined the hug. “I love you both so much,” Leo mumbled into Logan’s hair.

Logan snuggled closer. “I love you, too.”

“Me, three.”

They all laughed weakly at that, stepping back and sitting down at the island. Leo bit the inside of his lip. “So…things were said.”

“Things were said,” Logan agreed. “I didn’t mean what I said about cleaning up after you.”

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said about tag-teaming.” He winced at the memory. “That was flat-out mean and uncalled for. And Finn…” Finn looked up from petting Hattie. “I used you as leverage and that was horrible.”

“Same here,” Logan said guiltily.

“Yeah, let’s not do that again, okay?” Finn looked between them and raised his eyebrows as they both nodded. “I don’t take sides when I’m choosing between my boyfriends.”

“Leo…” Logan started and trailed off.

“Yeah, Lo?”

He struggled for the words for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you—do you want to know what I said in the kitchen?”

In the kitchen…Leo wracked his brain and tried to remember. They had been arguing, and then Logan muttered something he couldn’t hear. He was tempted to say yes. “No, I’m good.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “We were both upset. Whatever it is, I don’t think you meant it, so it doesn’t matter now. We’ve fought enough tonight.”

“Should we head home, then?” Finn suggested, taking both their hands. “I’m pretty tired and hungry.”

“You could ask Cap to make you a grilled cheese,” Leo joked. “They’re damn good.”

“Cap can cook?” they chorused incredulously.

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sunshineseung · 4 years ago

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Sinner Part 2 // Felix

💌 Info: Stray Kids Felix x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: dom!reader x sub!felix, themes of religion, teasing, exhibitionism/fear of being caught, first time, loss of innocence, establishment of safeword, degradation and praise, oral/fingering (receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cum play, slight aftercare ✏️ Word Count: ~4.2k

Please read part one of this series first :) Thank you!

The rain was pouring in the pitch black outside, but the lights inside the church hall were bright as day. The only occupant of the church on this night was Lee Felix deep in prayer, oblivious to the storm outside. With hands folded and head bowed, he whispered his prayer through his lips, a slight echo of his words spreading through the otherwise empty room.

Felix jolts up at the sound of the main entrance being opened and slammed shut quickly after. A feminine sigh can be heard, and Felix lets out a shy “hello” to the intruder of his private repentance time.

“Oh, you’re here?” You say while entering the main hall, throwing your wet jacket over one of the pews. “I thought this place would have been empty.”

“What are you doing here?” Felix retorts immediately, slightly offended that of all people to walk in at this moment, it had to be you.

“I should be asking you the same thing, little boy.” You shuffle the hair on his head, earning an annoyed grunt from him. “The bitch ass pastor’s making me clean the archives in the basement since I... caused some trouble earlier this week.”

“Caused some trouble? Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Felix was beyond offended at this point. If it wasn’t your name-calling of the pastor, it was your dismissal of your actions. “You and your group of friends painted sinful phrases on the side of the church!”

“It was all in good fun, damn. Chill out.” While, yes, spray painting God Loves Lesbians on the wall of the church was questionable, it was fun! And best of all, the pastor said he wouldn’t call authorities if you cleaned the basement. “It was worth it anyway. Did you see the look on his face? Priceless!”

The boy was boiling with rage, but he held his anger back in fear of cursing or saying the Lord’s name in vain. Despite hating you, part of him wanted to save you. While not being the healthiest mindset, Felix felt like he could save anyone from sin, and he was going to try to save what he called the rodent of the congregation.

“Now, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?” Your tone of voice edged on sarcasm, you having full knowledge of his nightly prayer. He had calmed down, remembering that he was in a place of the Lord. His face returned from red back to it’s normal hue, and he looked to you with gentle eyes.

“I was praying. I did some questionable things this week too.” His admission to sin took you aback. You didn’t expect everyone’s favorite boy to openly confide in you that he committed an act against his God, something you never thought he would do.

“What kind of questionable things?” Your interest was piqued, and his sudden bluntness was just what you wanted to see. What resides in the mind of Felix?

“I shouldn’t be telling you this.” He looks into his lap, a sudden wave of shyness clouding him. You sit next to him on the pew, patting his back to comfort him. Despite him being so critical of your actions, you did have a soft spot for the sweet boy. “I... pleasured myself.”

You almost burst out into laughter, but you had to suppress that for now, because the most holy person you knew just said he masturbated, and he felt bad about it. As someone who was not shy to doing that specific act among other ungodly things, to see someone repent for doing something totally natural in your eyes was otherworldly.

“It’s okay, Felix. Sex is natural.” You attempted to comfort him, but you could tell by the deepness in his eyes that he still regretted what he did. Also, when you so casually said the word sex, he winced a bit since he hated the word so much. “You have nothing to be ashamed for. Everyone masturbates.”

“You don’t understand!” The raise in his voice boomed through the desolate church hall, and you darted your look towards him in shock. “It wasn’t just that.” His voice got soft again, almost a whisper. You lean in to hear him. “I watched the most sinful videos. I thought about myself doing those horrid things. I feel filthy.”

“Lix, I understand completely. Do you think I haven’t done those exact name things?” You raise your eyebrow at him, and he timidly shakes his head. “You’re a young adult. This is normal. Don’t let it eat you up, okay?”

“Okay.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, and it just hit you that you were basically giving him the birds and the bees talk. A comforting smile graces your face as you get up from your seat next to Felix.

“I should go start cleaning the basement. Mind helping me?” You hold your hand out to him, offering some more time to spend with you. He reluctantly takes your hand, and you help him stand from the pew. You two silently make your way into the damp basement of your church.

Dust, cobwebs, and the sent of mold cover the dreary basement as you and Felix step down. The conversation in the basement is much more lighthearted, but you can’t shake the image of Felix masturbating out of your head. You’ve never thought of the star child like that before, but his confession made you see him in a new light. He wasn’t above you. He was a teenager driven by sex and hormones like everyone else.

Once the basement was tidy, books arranged on shelves and dust swept away, you exchanged phone numbers with the boy and headed on your merry way, but that was far from the last time you would hear from Felix.

Over the next two weeks, Felix would text you casually. It started as a nice, wholesome friendship: discussing classes, complaining about personal things, and sharing homework. No matter what the conversation topic was, your mind would wander to the more dark and depraved side of your persona. You wanted to pick his brain on a multitude of topics, but most of all: sex. Since confessing his scandal to you, you wanted to know if he did it again, what he’s into, or even if he’s thought about you.

One night, in a heightened state of mind, you text him a simple question: Have you jerked off since that night? Sure, you regretted it when you sobered up, but you got the answer you wanted... sort of.

I’ve wanted to, but I also want to get into heaven unlike some people. Wow, pointed. However, I have watched more... pornographic films??? Sometimes the girl puts the mans... in her mouth, and it’s scary. Why would someone want to do that?

After explaining to the poor boy what a blowjob is and why it’s amazing, he takes two days to respond to your text, something he’s never done before. It was radio silence, and you didn’t bother to try to garner a response, because you knew Felix was busy

After waiting what seemed like an eternity for a response, you got what you were praying for, and you were worried this would happen.

I’m sorry if this comes off as aggressive, but will you show me a blowjob? Like, perform a blowjob on me? I take back what I said about getting into heaven. I can always beg for forgiveness, but right now, I’m really frustrated.

You’ve created a monster.

When Felix escapes the attic after you give him what you believe to be his first sexual encounter with another person, you quietly reenter the congregation as if you didn’t just cause the prettiest church boy to bust a load on himself minutes before.

“Darling, there you are!” Your mother holds her arms out to you after what you presumed to be a particularly moving speech from the pastor. “We’re having dinner with the Lee family tonight, and I’d expect you to be on your best behavior. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d be happy to go, mom.” Fuck fuck fuck. This was supposed to be a one time thing, and as much as the idea of teasing Felix in front of his family excited you, you’d hate to get caught by your own family, although the devil in you was very willing to take that risk for the slightest bit of sexual satisfaction.

“Great! We’ll head over at 5 o’clock. Please dress up, dear. Your current shirt looks wrinkled. What were y-”

“I’ll dress up, don’t worry!” You cut her off, and her face scrunches, but you’d rather not have to deal with the wrath of your mother. Your father returns to your mother after having a short conversation with Felix’s father.

“Mr. Lee said Felix could be a good influence on you, Y/n.” The temptation to roll your eyes was strong considering the preceding events. “Pay attention to how he talks to his parents. You could learn something, sweetheart.”

As much as you wanted to cause a scene in the church from your father’s condescending tone, you were more focused on getting home and changing your soaked, ruined panties. Your family says their casual goodbyes to the other churchgoers, and you make your way back to the family car, hoping your father speeds home.

“Honey, it’s time to go!” Your mother puts in her second earring as she yells up to your room from the bottom of the stairs. Your door wings open to reveal you in a short red skirt, low-cut white shirt, white dress shoes, and bright red lipstick. “You’re wearing that?”

“It’s fine, ma! Nothing they haven’t seen before!” You whisk past your mother and slide into the backseat of the family car, ready to have dinner with the boy of your nightmares.

When you enter the Lee family household, you can tell Felix’s parents are judging you, but you didn’t dress like that for them. When Felix turns the corner and faces you, his eye practically bulge out of his head. His gaze is glued to your thighs, hips, bust, and lips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Judging by the sudden tightening in his pants, he clearly enjoys the view.

“Hello! Welcome to our house,” Felix’s mother escorts you inside to the living room. “Make yourself at home until dinner is ready.” She disappears into the kitchen while Felix’s father sits down on the couch and invites you and your family to sit with him. Felix shyly sits next to his father, although there was hardly any room for him to sit there.

Your father and Felix’s father start talking about sports, while your mother goes on her phone. You make eye contact with Felix from across the couch, and his whole body tenses and he breaks into a nervous sweat. Aw, she’s so pretty, what do I do, what do I do, frick, frick, fuck.

Without saying a word, Felix gets up and runs out of the living room. Everyone darts their attention towards him, but no one tries to stop him.

“Dinner’s re- where did Felix go?” His mother enters the living room, but her announcement is halted by the absence of her son. Everyone looks at each other, no one having answers for Felix's tantrum. "Would someone go get him please?"

"I got him." Your devious smirk should set the crowd off, but you make your way up the stairs to where you see Felix's bedroom door. His door had his name on it, so it was pretty clear what room was his.

"Go away." The second he hears your knock, he throws a pillow at his door, as if that would stop you from barging in. You see him sat on his bed, arms crossed, another pillow over his crotch, and his lip in a pout. "Why did you come here wearing that?"

He was definitely on the defense, and you've never seen Felix this angry since the night in the church. "I just thought this outfit was cute." Playing innocent might not have been the best idea at this moment, but you just had to calm him down and get him out to dinner.

"Yeah, it's a nice outfit, but I can see your butt whenever you turn around, and your cleavage is out, and I'm just very confused." He was frustrated at himself more than you. You sit next to him and put your hand on his shoulder, a familiar scene.

"Come down for dinner, and afterwards, I'll show you what I have under this outfit, okay babe?" Felix was so painfully tensed, every nerve of his was on edge. Your words were filthy, but he loved it so much.

He can't stop thinking about you. He wants to do everything to your body: eat you out, fuck your tits, spank your ass. He wants to do every sinful thing he's seen in those videos. Just imagining seeing you in your underwear makes him want to bust in his pants. You're driving him insane, and if Felix from a few weeks ago had seen what he has become, he would be disgusted.

You two make your way downstairs, Felix staring at your ass the entire time, and take your seats at the table. The dinner table was a circle, so you were seated right between Felix and your mother. Not the sexiest setting, but that wouldn't stop you.

The food was delicious, but halfway through, you placed your hand on Felix's thigh, and although you had him pecking the back of your throat earlier that day, he was still extremely sensitive to every touch. When your hand slid up his leg, he let out the quietest moan, and although the table was full of chatter between your parents, you were able to hear the precious sounds leaving Lee Felix as you swiped your hand across his twitching bulge.

Felix grabs your wrist and throws your arm back to you. He gives you a death stare, but his eyes are dark, and he looks so fucking needy. You meet his gaze and adjust your top, pulling it even lower than it already was. His eyes are glued to your tits, but you point down to your crotch, where you're fingering your self under the table. Felix bites his lip, but goes back to eating his food.

You take your wet finger and wipe it against his pant leg. Jesus fucking Christ, you were breaking this boy. His bulge was painfully large, and again, he felt like he could bust in his pants.

"I'm wet for you, baby boy. When dinner's over, do you want to taste me?" You whisper in his ear, and he closes his eyes tightly, trying not to fully fall for your tricks. His pathetic nod is all you need to go back to finishing your dinner, and he does the same, but his mind is fogged with the image of your naked body bouncing on his cock. So pathetic. So, so pathetic.

Dinner ends, Felix's mom takes the plates, and you and Felix disappear back into his room while the adults have their alone time to drink and chat. When he locks the door, you pin him to the wall and lick your lips. You stare him up and down, watching him as he panics. Everything he wanted to do to you escapes him, and he's putty in your hands.

Speechless, Felix rests his hands flush against the wall and tilts his head backwards, giving you full access to his neck. You take the opportunity to make dark hickeys along his neck, which will definitely be visible to his parents later. Your tongue against his skin makes him shudder, and mindless whimpers escape his lips.

"If you ever want to stop, the safe word is red, or snap twice. I'll only go as far as you want to, Lix." He nods, repeats what you said, and you go back to work on his neck.

"C-can I taste you?" His words are feint, but you're more than happy to take his request. You slip your skirt down to the floor and take off your tight shirt, giving Felix a full show of your lingerie you wore just for him.

"You've become such a whore for me, Lix." You traced his body with your hands, sliding your fingertips over his abs and chest. "Do you even know what to do with my pussy, huh? You're so innocent, I doubt you'd be able to make me cum."

His heart was racing, and he wanted nothing more than to prove you wrong. While, yes, he had no idea what he was doing, he wanted to taste your sweet release coat his tongue.

"Teach me." He was being bold. You'd never thought you'd see Felix this confident in this setting, especially since he was admitting to being inexperienced. You took his hands in yours and lead him to the bed. He watched you as you sat on the edge of the bed and spread your legs, giving him full access to your dripping cunt.

"Get on your knees, baby boy." He did as instructed, but this was the first time he was on his knees next to his bed to do anything other than pray. His hands ghosted over your thighs, scared to touch you without your permission.

"May I take off your panties?" You nod and lift your hips, allowing him to slide them down your legs. A string of wetness connected you with your panties, and Felix's mouth was watering. Your panties were discarded across the room, and you unhooked your bra and tossed it with the rest of your clothes. "Woah, you're so gorgeous."

You pet his blushing, freckled cheek, and coax him closer to your heat. His lips are hardly centimeters away from you, and you gently tangle your hand in his hair. "Lick my pussy, naughty boy. I know you want to."

Felix bites his lip before diving into your pussy, his tongue exploring every fold. Even though he doesn't know where the clitoris is, he knows that when he licks the top of your pussy, your thighs shake around him, so he circles his tongue through your cunt, and you give him the sweetest praise.

"Such a good boy for me, yeah?" You smile down at him, and the eye contact is intoxicating. You tighten around nothing when his tongue perfectly flicks over your clit. "Finger me, please, baby.”

He inserts his index finger into your core, and it feels like heaven to both of you. Felix imagines it's his cock inside you, and the thought of you tightening around him urges him to take his tight pants off without removing his mouth from your pussy.

"Bend your finger, my slutty little boy. Make your mistress cum on your pretty face." Your high was approaching, and you wanted Felix to work for it. He fucked his finger into you, adding his middle finger in the process. The more he looked at your heat, the more nervous he got, but from the wetness covering his fingers and lips, you didn't notice how nervous he was.

His fingers perfectly pushed into your g-spot, and your orgasm got miles closer. Your moans got louder, and no matter how close your parents were to hearing, you didn't quiet down. Felix loved your moans, and his cock twitches in his underwear.

"You're so hot, Y/n, please cum for me." His voice was hoarse and desperate, but you weren't that easy.

"Suck my clit. Make me cum all over your face, cutie." He aimlessly sucked at your folds, but when he found your clit, he never left that spot. Your violent moans of pleasure made him groan onto your clit, sending you over the edge. Your essence covered his fingers, and he lapped up every bit of your release. "Good boy."

You were out of breath, but Felix just started. He stood up and sat in your lap. You placed your hands on his hips, squeezing him and making him jolt. His erection was painfully pressed against his tight boxers, and you hooked your finger around the waistband and pulled them down his thighs. Although it had only been a few hours, his length never failed to impress you.

"Please fuck me, Y/n. I want to feel you on me." He was so desperate for any sort of touch. You lazily wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "Ride me."

"Very demanding for a little slut, don't you think?" You throw him off your lap, his back harshly slamming onto the bed. Your legs surround his hips as you line your entrance with his cock, and he squeezes his eyes shut. His hands held onto your thighs as if it were life or death, and for him, it was.

Right before you lowered yourself onto him, he felt every negative thought enter his mind. What if I'm not good enough? What if I cum too soon? What if she hates me? What would my parents say if they caught us? God, please forgive me.

You see him grit his teeth, and you stop. You gently pet his cheek again, bringing him back to earth, and more importantly, bringing his attention back on your dripping core hanging over his cock.

Without warning, Felix grabs your hips and pushes you down onto him. He loses all control, and you love it. You stay still once he bottoms out, his face contorting into questionable expressions from the pleasure overwhelming him. He calms down, and you start to ride him, his cock sliding against your walls and filling you up perfectly.

You throw your head back and quicken your pace, chasing your second orgasm. Felix feels himself on the edge, but he holds back, fearful of what will happen if he cums inside you.

"Fuck, Felix, you feel so good." Your moans are so load, and the creaking of the bed is deafening. Felix's deep grunts and growls sound amazing, and his grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise. "So good, baby boy, so good."

His finger lingers to the familiar spot that is your clitoris, although Felix doesn't know that fully. He circles his finger around your sensitive bud, and his other hand grips your tit. His hands feel so good, and with one more press into your g-spot, you coat his cock in your cum. He thrusts into you when you tighten around him, and his orgasm is threatening to release, but he refuses to be the father of a child with someone who he is not married to.

You ride out your high on his cock, and when you return back to earth, you remove yourself and harshly wrap your hand around his cock. Your pumps are violent, and his body is aching for an orgasm. You bend over and lick the tip, his cum coating your tongue and face. He opens his eyes, cum squirted onto your face, and he's sure you'll be mad at him, but you lick your lips, collect his cum from your face, and swallow every last drop.

Without a word, you topple over next to him, and you rest your head on his chest. He hesitantly wraps his arm around you, and you muzzle into him.

"You're so good for me, Felix." You whisper into him, but he hear every word. He smiles, unable to speak after the intense orgasm he just experienced. "We need to go back downstairs, you know?"

After a few moments of silence, Felix speaks up. "Y/n, this is... wrong." He sits up, your head falling onto the bed and his arms holding him up. "We shouldn't have done this."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, b-"

"Then nothing is wrong." You pat his back, admiring the defined muscles. You sit up with him and look at the clothes scattered across the room. "Sex isn't bad, Lix."

"This just goes against what I've been taught my entire life." He pauses, deep in thought. "Sex is good." He repeats under his breath.

You stand up and stretch, your ass catching Felix's eye. He sighs and accepts his actions, clearing his floor of the discarded clothing and getting dressed again.

"Felix, can I borrow a hoodie?" You hold up a hoodie from the local Christian radio station, and Felix shrugs. "Thanks, babe."

"Y/n, do you like me?" You stop in your tracks after Felix's question, and you honestly don't know how to answer. Did you like Lee Felix?

"I'm not sure, but maybe we could go on a date sometime." Your tone was casual, but your mind was racing. Before this, you thought you didn't have feelings for the cute little church boy, but now that you've been confronted with it, you didn't know how to feel.

"... Sure."

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just-a-kj-blog · 7 years ago

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 7

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together following the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets. This follows Bucky’s confrontation with the group. Now, it’s back to the hospital... (Y/n - your name)

Warnings: angst, blood, injured reader, swearing, hospital scenario

Word Count: 3223

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 7 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

Bucky’s POV:

Steve looks up at me, eyes sad but determined.

“One day at a time, Buck. One day at a time.”

Leading me into the quinjet, I avoid the others and sit by the bay door, hunched over, staring at my hands, as Stark flies us back to New York.

How can I face her again?

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Y/n’s POV:

The beeping of the heart monitor stirs me from a restless sleep. Prying open my swollen eyes, I glance around the hospital room. The only light shining is the glow from the space under the door, the distant sounds of nurses talking quietly the only thing I can hear in the hallway.

Sighing, I move to adjust the position of my butt and inhale sharply at the pain exploding through my chest. Oops, forgot about that.

Oh god, time for more pain meds. Oh but first…. Nature is calling like a bitch.

Xiomara and Jennifer had left, their shifts ending about, hmm what time is it? I squint at the plain white clock on the wall above the sink and cabinets across from my bed. Five in the morning. My idiot superheroes had left about midnight, leaving me to cry myself into a very miserable sleep. The lovely nurses had left about 3 hours ago, explaining that Dr. Sanders did not want me to have a catheter put in. He wanted me to get up, with help from the nurses, and walk the few feet to the bathroom, so as to help the blood flow and circulation. They promised to return tonight, wishing me a very peaceful and restful day. Sweet girls.

The nurse who replaced them is a very big man. Tall and muscular. Not like bodybuilder muscular but the kind that works out probably three times a week.

I really don’t want to bother Riddick at the moment. That’s the name I’ve given him in my pain med induced silliness. Dude is bald and ripped and just frickin built like a mountain. And I really don’t want him helping me lift my hospital gown to go pee.

Eyeballing the equipment attached to me, I twist my mouth to the side, humming.

Ok, I can do this.

I cheer myself on. I had watch the girls take everything off a few times, I can figure this out. Detach the clippy thingies from the stickers on my chest, tug off the auto blood pressure cuff, take off the pulse and oxygen rate thing on the tip of my index finger. And bingo!! I only have to wheel the IV stand with me.

Taking a somewhat deep breath, I slowly raise the head of the bed, wincing as it folds my abdomen, squishing the bruises and lower incisions.

Carefully moving both legs over the side of the bed the IV stand is on, I grip the stand in one hand and the bed in the other. Heaving myself up, I teeter for a moment, gasping at the rush of dizziness and soreness.

Ooh I forgot what it was like to stand up… c’mon legs, we’ve done this before.

Once my vision clears and my legs are somewhat sturdy, I step slowly to the en suite bathroom.

“Ha ha!!” I quietly cheer as I lower myself to the toilet. I relax and hum happily, taking in the large bathroom once again. I had oo-ed in awe the first time I came in here. It’s larger than any I’ve ever seen, and far more stylish. The walls are painted a lovely cream color. There’s a large grey vanity with a cushioned seat and a small vase of white carnations; a large walk in shower stall with white tile. My favorite thing is the huge, oval, black jacuzzi bathtub, fit with tons of little jets and the floor molded like a recliner seat, a vinyl pillow as a headrest. Definitely gonna have to try that out before they send me packing.

After doing my business, I realize I forgot about something. I have to clean myself. And that’s not happening with the tight wrappings around my torso and fresh incisions and the absolute agonizing pain I’m trying to ignore.

Shit.

In my moment of self deprecation, I fail to notice the alarms going off on the equipment by the bed. In hindsight, I really should have just told them I had to pee and am not currently without a pulse or oxygen.

The door bursts open, lights flickering on, as Riddick and a team of nurses pile inside, defibrillator at the ready. They come to a shrieking halt when they find the bed empty. I have a perfect view of this because I ingeniously left the bathroom door wide open, right in view of the bed.

Riddick turns and starts barking commands at the nurses, but freezes when he sees me propped up on the potty, staring at him like a fucking idiot.

Anger flits across his terrifying features and, for a moment, I think this is it. I’m going out in style, strangled to death by a mountain of a man, on the john.

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” he commands, turning fully towards me and stalks into the bathroom.

I stare up at him, my jaw hitting the floor. I’m absolutely speechless. No words. Nothing. Nada.

His eyes soften and he squats down in front of me so he’s not looming.

The other nurses murmur to each other, turning off the alarms and leave with the defibrillator, some not looking very happy, others cracking up at my apparent “escape to the potty”.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, looking me over, checking the IV insertion site in my elbow.

Thankful my hospital gown is long enough to cover my modesty, I nod.

“I uh… I had to use the restroom,” I stutter out.

He smiles back up at me.

“You could have asked for a female nurse to help you if that would make you more comfortable,” he says quietly like it’s a conspiracy and widening his eyes.

“Huh. Yeah, did not think of that,” I respond, smiling and tilting my head, watching him fiddle with the IV.

“Were you able to urinate?” he asks, looking back down at my arm.

Blushing, I nod.

“That’s good, means kidneys are functioning properly,” he smiles again, moving his head closer to my arm.

Frowning, I stare at his bald head. “Were you worried about my kidneys not functioning?”

“Well, with any emergency surgery, time is a factor. Sometimes things get bumped or nicked,” he explains, securing the clear square of tape covering the IV now that he’s fixed it.

“Huh,” I answer. “Good to know.”

Looking back up at me, he smirks. “How’s the pain? Scale of 1 to 10? One being almost none and ten being the worst you’ve ever felt.”

Taking a moment, I focus on the pain, my brow furrowing.

“About an eight,” I reply, wincing.

“Alright, it’s time for more meds. We really don’t want that pain level to be any higher than a four. Let me get one of the other nurses in here to help you clean up and I’ll bring you your next dose, yeah?” He pats my arm and stands as I nod my consent. Watching him leave, I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Bashing my head against the wall, I mutter, “Idiot.”

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A lovely young nurse named Delilah came in about two minutes later. She was so cute, laughing and telling me that my “escape to the bathroom” story has spread like wildfire throughout the wing of the hospital.

Laughing along with her as she helps me clean up, I secretly hope it’s taken place of the “victim of domestic violence” story that was probably spread around when I first arrived. I know I have nothing to be ashamed of, it wasn’t my fault. But I hate being labeled a “victim” and only being seen as one.

“Ok, girlfriend, back to bed,” Delilah chirps at me, holding out her arm for me to brace myself on. I lift my arm and get a whiff of my body scent.

Oh lord I need a shower.

Giving her the best puppy dog eyes I can muster, I look up at her and pout, sticking out my bottom lip.

“Can I please take a shower?” I ask quietly.

She melts at my look and smiles sadly.

“Aw, sweetie, I wish I could let you take one. But we’ve got to keep those stitches dry while you heal. We can sponge you off if you like?” she offers.

“Yes, please, oh my god, I can’t stand myself right now. Just don’t let Riddick do it.”

“Riddick?” she asks, eyebrows quirked, confused.

“Oh, the um… the big guy?” I squeak, blushing to the roots of my hair.

Delilah stares at me for a moment, then throws her head back and bursts into peals of laughter.

“You mean Derek?? Oh my god, girl!!! Wait til I tell him that, he’s gonna freak!!” she shrieks as she holds herself up on the door frame, laughing her absolute ass off.

“Oh Jesus, don’t tell him!!” I beg, laughing at her completely losing it.

“Oh no. This is gold, queen!! I am gonna write this in the sky! Spray paint it in the boy’s locker room!!” she cackles.

I sigh and chuckle at her.

“Fine, just be sure he knows I meant it as a compliment. I really don’t need to worry about him coming in here a bench pressing me in my sleep.”

Delilah starts howling, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. God I love this woman.

“Oh my god!! I can’t breathe!!!” she gasps, bending over, holding her stomach.

We laugh together as she calms down, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh girl, you are my new favorite patient. I am so bringing you cheesecake next time I work, babe.” She gives me a big, gorgeous smile and helps me up and over to the bed. Her beautiful, long black hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, her lovely caramel-colored skin is flushed dark from her laughing like a crazy person episode. But the girl knows her makeup, mascara didn’t run a smidge from the the tears.

As she helps me lay back onto the bed, I can’t help but admire her name.

“You have such a lovely name,” I comment, looking at her name badge.

“Aw thanks, fam, you’re so sweet,” she giggles and squeezes my hand.

She is very gentle as she helps sponge bathe me, cracking jokes and laughing at my own attempts. She doesn’t even blink when she removes my bandages and goes about doing her job, being quick and sufficient. All clean and freshly bandaged up, I sigh in relief and relax back into the bed.

After pinky-promising another visit and a stolen cupcake from the cafeteria, she heads back to her side of the wing.

Riddick comes back in about fifteen minutes later, a huge ass grin on his gorgeous face.

“Soooo…. I hear you’re a Vin Diesel fan?” he asks nonchalantly, preparing my next pain med dose.

“Nah, he’s way overrated,” I lie through my teeth, studying the blanket and not making eye contact.

He bursts out laughing.

“I mean, geez, what’s so great about his stupid pretty face and huge bulging muscles and…. deep voice…” I trail off, not able to keep a smile off my face, peeking up at him.

He shakes his head, chuckling, and looks over at me.

“Whatever you say, Y/n,” he says in a deep voice, smirking and lifting an eyebrow at me.

I blush bright red and snort into a fit of giggles.

As he shoots the dose into my IV, we laugh and talk about our favorite Riddick movie, favorite lines, even arguing over which female character was the better choice for him: Fry or Dahl. My personal fave is Dahl, she kicks ass and I love Battlestar Galactica. Which transcended into a whole new conversation.

After about 20 minutes of straight up sci-fi talk with this total hunk of a man, he apologizes and promises to return later, maybe bringing a few dvds for me to pass my time with.

The sun is rising as the pain meds hit me, the warmth spreading through my limbs and curling around my stomach. As I doze off, I wonder where my team of superheroes are… and if Bucky is ok.

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Shouting jerks me out of my happy warm slumber, startling me awake and sending my heart into a crazy fast rhythm. Bright sunlight peeking through the closed curtains momentarily blinds me as I blink into wakefulness.

Glancing at the clock, I see more than a few hours have passed. It’s 8:30 in the morning and people are running past my door, yelling stuff I can’t hear.

Scooting up, I raise the head of my bed, eyes focused on the door.

Heart hammering, the beeps sounding loud and fast from the heart monitor, I take in deep breaths, trying to calm myself, while wondering what the hell is going on.

I jump out of my skin when something bangs against the door, something that sounds almost metallic. Straining my ears, I gasp when I pick up Nat’s voice, growling at someone.

“He needs to see her, he needs to--”

“I don’t give a shit what he needs, ma’am,” a strange voice barks back. “I was given specific orders not to allow Sergeant Barnes anywhere near this room. I was even ordered to shoot on sight.”

More shouting and arguing follows that as my eyes widen, my hand grasping at my chest, wincing. I look down at myself, Buck’s purple-black handprint bruise peeking out from under the bandages covering me from chest to a few inches above my navel.

Thoughts fly through my head.

He’s here. Nat says he needs to see me. Why?? Do I want to see him? He said he doesn’t love me anymore. He said to stay the fuck away from him.

That he can’t stay any longer.

The door handle twisting jerks me out of my spiralling thoughts and I jump, jerking the blankets to cover my chest.

“Y/n?” Steve whispers into the room.

“Steve.” I relax a smidge, taking a deep breath, “What’s going on?”

Steve slides into the room, closing the door firmly behind him and turns on the overhead lights. My eyes widen as I take in his appearance. His cheek is bruised, his pants are scuffed with dirt and… a few pine needles are poking out of the khaki fabric around his ankles.

I straighten up fast, ignoring the pain dulled by the meds.

“Steve, jesus, what happened??” I cry out, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, wanting to rush to him and inspect his wounds.

“Whoa, hold on, Y/n!” He rushes to my side, putting his hands on my knees to stop me from rising. “Stay put, honey, you’ll hurt yourself. It’s alright, I just got into a tussle with Clint.”

“What? Why--” I start.

A loud thud sounds from the hallway and I jump again. Steve places his large hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the bed. Ignoring the sounds from outside, he lifts my legs up onto the bed, turning bright red when the blankets fall away to reveal my lower half.

“Oh no, shit, sorry, Y/n,” he stutters, turning away and blindly reaches for the blankets, only to close his hand around my inner thigh. He jerks his hand away and I laugh, having mercy on him and covering myself.

“It’s ok, old man, don’t go having a heart attack on me now,” I chortle as I pat his hand.

Steve sputters indignantly at that, turning his gaze to my face, relaxing when he sees I’m just teasing.

“Ok, that’s just mean,” he teases, still pink and a bit shy.

We both sober up as the door opens again and Tony squeezes in, slamming the door behind him. I gasp at the bloody tissue he’s holding to his nose, taking in his rumpled clothes and out-of-character messy hair.

“Cap, listen to me--”

“Not now, Stark,” Steve stands tall, balling his fists at his sides.

“Oh, we’re back to Stark now?” Tony scoffs.

“What, we’re back to Cap now?” Steve returns.

Tony shakes his head, a vulnerable look crossing his face, and looks down at the floor, then back up at Steve, determined and confident once more.

“Look, I know he’s your war buddy. That you would give your life for him. But she… is NOT… ready.” Tony gestures to me.

“Ready to see Bucky?” I ask quietly.

They both turn to look down at me, panicking a bit, almost like they forgot I was here.

“Y/n--” Steve begins, but is cut off as Nat swings the door open and stalks over to the other side of my bed, followed by a furious Sam, and a very red and seething Clint.

“This is NOT happening,” Clint growls, standing next to Nat, near the foot of my bed. He places a protective hand on my blanketed ankle.

“Jesus, you guys look like you took a tumble through the forest, what the hell happened?” My poor medicated brain is having a hard time catching up to everything, and is only able to process the state of their clothes. Sam is filthy, tiny twigs stuck snugly inside the tight texture of his hair. Clint is covered in dirt and bruises, his hair a complete mess with a few leaves woven in. Nat, on the other hand, is spotless. There’s a tiny smudge of dust on her ass, but her hair is impeccable.

They all ignore me as Sam shouts something I don’t hear, not anymore. My focus is zeroed in on the door. On the shaggy head peering inside from around the frame.

“Bucky?” I whisper, shocked as hell.

Everyone stops immediately. I have no idea what they do or say after.

All I can do is watch the man who was once the man of my dreams stealthily make his way a few feet inside the room. My eyes take in his haggard appearance. His hair is dirty and pushed back away from his face. A large bruise covers most of his lower jaw on the left side. His clothes torn and dirty, boots full of mud.

But I can really only focus on his eyes. Those startling ice blue eyes that captured me the very second I first met him. They had been full of laughter and mischief then.

Now they are drowning in sorrow and fear. Self hatred.

Bucky takes a another tentative step inside, his metal arm whirring from the tight fist he’s making.

His eyes take in my form; the bruise and wound on my cheek, the bright blue wrapping around my right arm, the IV plugged into my left. He stops at the horrendous looking bruise in the shape of his hand peering out from between my breasts.

He inhales a shaky breath, tears pooling in his eyes, sheer agony spreading across his face.

He lifts those eyes to mine.

“Doll?” he whispers.

To be continued...

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universalfanfic · 7 years ago

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Next Gen AU

I’m posting it here first bc I can’t post it on ffn until the ‘Coco’ one goes up, else I be truly shamed.

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Steve’s phone buzzed in his pocket and the caller ID read “home”. Sutton generally didn’t call him while he was out on mission, not until he gave her the clear. She was always worried that he’d have forgotten to put it on silent and she’d get him killed while he comically fumbled for the off switch.

Which was ridiculous, because he had perfect memory, but the system worked so he didn’t make a deal of it.

“Hello,” he hedged, holding up a finger to signal for his teammates to wait. “Sutton, is everything ok?”

“Hey, sweetie.”

Her voice was sickly sweet and it instantly set off alarm bells in his head. Not a bad emergency, but probably something inevitably worse.

“What happened?”

He could hear running footsteps in the background, there was a crash, like a tub of legos had been dumped, and then yelling and barking.

“How’s the mission going,” Sutton asked, still sounding too happy to talk to him. “I, myself, have had just the most splendid day.”

“I’m actually in the middle of something-”

“Was it Connor,” Tony piped up. “If it was Connor, tell him no robotics for a week.”

There was some scuffling on the other end of the phone, and then Sutton grunted and there was an indignant cry from one of the kids.

“Do you know what your son did?”

Steve hissed through his teeth. He was kind of hoping it’d been Connor.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

Sutton let out a sharp laugh.

“Oh, phew,” said Tony. “Not mine.”

“Someone teleported into Disney World and mommy had to leash up two other kids and chase him down. And then do you know what happened, because mommy turned her super powers on? She got a call from Mr. Fury who wanted to know what in the world was happening.”

“Oh no,” said Steve.

“Oh yeah,” said Sutton.

“It wasn’t my fault,” a tiny voice wailed in the background.

“Ha, ha!” Another voice taunted. “Now Owen is in trouble! I was good this time! Hey, dad is gonna be sooo mad at you!”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Sutton audibly growled under her breath.

“Maddie, you’re about to be in trouble for being mean. I haven’t forgotten how you tried to sneak onto the Small World ride.”

“Oops.”

“Let me talk to him,” Steve cut in. “Hopefully we’ll be finished here in a few hours.”

“Please? Today has been insane. And I have narrowly avoided legal action for breaking into an amusement park.”

There was rustling as Sutton passed over the phone and Steve could hear sniffling before he even started speaking.

“Owen,” he said in a firm tone. That was all it took. Owen burst out into, knowing him, what were probably renewed tears.

“I just wanted to match the castle.” He cried. “I’m drawing a picture for mommy and I need the right colors.”

“That’s no excuse. You know what we said about powers.”

“Don’t lie,” Maddie shouted from somewhere in the room. “You wanted to go on rides.”

“That was after,” Owen shouted back. “Because I forgot I wasn’t supposed to!”

Steve grimaced and tilted his head back as if praying for patience.

“You know what, hand the phone back to your mother. We can talk when I get home.”

“You’re gonna get time out for forever,” Maddie taunted in what was probably supposed to be a whisper. The phone rustled again and Sutton sighed.

“Hurry and get back before I velcro all of them to a wall?”

Steve turned back to the team.

“We better wrap this up.”

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“All I’m saying is that there’s some sort of cosmic balance going on with your kids being the troublemakers here.”

Tony smirked, chin tilted up, as he strolled next to Steve up to the front door. Steve unlocked the door and gave him an unamused glare. So far, there were no loud sounds coming from behind the wall, which could really go either way.

“Didn’t Connor shoot a laser beam through his bedroom wall a few weeks ago?”

Tony let out a chuckle and grinned.

“Pep was irate,” he said. “I didn’t dare tell her I let him build out of the lab.”

The living room was dimly lit and only the murmurs of the television could be heard. Steve edged into the house cautiously, looking around to watch for any incoming children.

Some cartoon he wasn’t fond of was playing, the one with the sponge, and everyone was piled on the couch.

Sutton had fallen asleep alongside the kids. She was slack against the cushions, almost sliding off, with Owen curled up on top of her, a piece of paper crinkled up in his closed fist. Conner was pressed against her left side and Maddie was stretched out across her right. Sprinkles had squeezed in behind Maddie, her legs draped over his daughter’s as if to keep her in place.

“Well, if that isn’t a kodak moment,” said Tony. He actually pulled out his phone and snapped a picture then turned back to Steve. “It’s good to document when they’re not being gremlins.”

“I’d escape while you can. I have a feeling there’s going to be a discussion once everyone’s up.”

Tony hopped into action, clearly not wanting any part of that. Delicately, he scooped a still sleeping Connor from the couch and made for the door.

“See ya, Cap,” he said. “Good luck.”

Steve let out a quiet sigh as he cleaned up a few scattered toys and picked up both kids to put them in their beds. It always amused him, how they went limp like ragdolls and molded to whatever surface you put them on.

He tucked both of them in, brushing back their mussed hair kissing their foreheads. Sutton must have bathed them. They smelled like lavender soap and and freshly done laundry.

He pried the crinkled paper from Owen’s hand and closed the door behind him as he left the room. The paper was overloaded in crayon wax. A blue and gray castle sat in the background with a squiggly-haired stick lady smiling in the front. There were blue lines emanating from around her and a yellow crown hovering over her head.

Steve shook his head and put the drawing down before he walked over to the couch and shooed Sprinkles out of the spot next to Sutton. She let out a disturbed groan as he sat down.

“I almost portaled right into Tigger with two squealing children. Do you know how awkward that is?”

“I saw the video.”

She groaned again and turned over to bury her face in his side; he automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“It’s viral, isn’t it,” she mumbled against him.

“Sam said it was already a meme.”

“Why,” she whined.

For a moment they just sat. Steve let his muscles relax as he soaked in home. Even with crazy kids, it was more of a relief to be with his family than on any mission.

Turning over, Sutton propped up her head to stare up at him. Her face was twisted in a wry sort of ironic humor.

“I can’t even stay mad at him. Do you know he grounded himself? He told me he wouldn’t eat dessert for three days.” Steve raised an eyebrow and she smirked. “I told him nice try, it’s a week, but the principle was there.”

Steve ran his fingers through her hair and smiled as she hummed and leaned further into him.

“We’ll still have to talk about use of powers tomorrow. He can’t just go running off whenever he feels like it. We already have Maddie.” Sutton giggled while trying to keep the volume down.

“You can lead that discussion,” she said. “I already had to chase them around a giant park like I was herding a bunch of cats. The Rogers’ name will go down in infamy. These children won’t have it any other way.”

Steve reach over for the remote and turned off the television with a grimace, cutting off the sponge’s grating laughter. The room bloomed in a blessed silence.

“Not sure I can talk,” he said. “I don’t know what I would’ve been like with enhanced abilities at such a young age.”

Sutton snorted and gave his side a light pinch.

“In front of your parents or hanging out with Bucky? Because I can see it going two different ways.”

He grinned in return.

“That’s fair.”

They both might have fallen asleep on the couch if Sprinkles hadn’t come over and complained about them not being in bed so she could sleep in her special corner of their room.

When they pulled back their comforter, there was another crayon drawing and a Lego sculpture. This drawing was of what looked like a self portrait, Owen crying fat blue tears while a stick mommy and daddy watched him with thin arms crossed. He must have recruited help, because in a wonky circle above his head was blocky, childish letters that looked like Maddie’s scrawl.

“I’m sorry mommy and daddy,” it read.

“Bah,” Sutton whisper yelled. She flopped onto their bed as Steve put the Lego creation on his dresser. “That’s your son, alright.”

“Please.”

He sank into bed next to her and they both snickered as she put the drawing away on her nightstand.

“Pancakes for breakfast, I bet he forgets all about this incident by morning,” Steve mumbled, nearly already asleep. Sutton pressed up against him and smiled as she drifted off as well.

“Bet you bacon he remembers the second he sees you.” Steve hummed.

“Hm, sounds like breakfast. You’re on.”

#my writing #next gen au #idk what even this is #i should be sleeping #and yET

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tiemeupspidey · 7 years ago

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Double Trouble

Series: Tom Holland Dad Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom comes home to his son and daughter covered in chocolate. Reid and Evelynn are like Team Rocket, double trouble.

Warning: Swearing cause yah know, Tom

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N: Why I make these kind of imagines more often is because when I was younger the chemo I had damaged parts of me and I won’t be able to have kids unless a miracle happens. I’m living my future vicariously through my imagines when I type these FYI..

[Reader’s POV]

“Mum where is Daddy today?” your son Reid asks carrying a bag of chocolate in. Evelynn walking behind with her dragon stuffed animal. Her curls bouncing as she skips through the doorway.

“Well he’s actually working today on set filming with Robbie J” you explain setting the groceries down on the table. Evelyn skips around the living room singing to herself.

“Evelynn darling be careful, Reid left toys laying out and about” your voice laced with warning. She halts to a stop looking over at you her curls falling in front of her eyes.

“I did not mum, I picked them up before we went out” Reid defends himself crossing his arms over his chest. Turning your head you look over at your son with a look.

“Reid Anderson Holland... Do you not see that mess in the living room? Your father will be home soon and I don’t want him to see this mess”

“Mum that was Evelynn..” Reid whines pointing over at his twin sister.

“Don’t blame your sister, go clean up then we can bake your surprise for daddy okay?” resting your hands on your hips as you try and reason with him.

“mum... “

“Reid, get to it now please...”

“Yea-yeah Reid get to it” Evelynn’s voice comes from the living room. Looking through the window in the kitchen that opens to the living room. She places her hands on her hips mocking your actions.

“Yeah Evelynn” Reid mimics your actions as they both stick their tongues out at each other. The way they act together reminds you of how Sam and Harry are with each other. You would not let them babysit your kids again.

“Don’t get me started you two, cut it out” laughter escapes as you see them making faces at each other. Their laughter filling the air making you smile.Those two could be a handful but you love them regardless of what they do.

Opening the cabinets you start grabbing ingredients that the three of you needed. Pulling out baking sheets from under the oven in a drawer. Setting them on top of the counter with everything else. Once everything was all set you pull up a recipe on your twelve inch IPad. The screen big enough so you could read the instructions.

“Mum I finished the living room, is daddy bringing work friends over for dinner tonight?” Reid asks as he walks into the kitchen. His eyes looking around the kitchen that was prepped and ready.

“Well you would have to give Harrison a call if daddy’s busy on set” you explain pulling your hair up into a ponytail. Evelynn comes over holding up her own hair tie. Brushing her curls out of her face you pull her hair back gently tying it up.

“Reid I wanna talk to Hazzie!” Evelynn pouts as you hand Reid your phone after clicking Harrison’s contact. Her hands trying to reach up but Reid holds the phone up higher.

“Hello?” you could hear Harrison’s voice fill the air.

“Hazzy! It’s your favourite Holland twin!” Evelynn shouts before Reid could respond.

“Evelynn! How are you sweets?” Harrison’s laughter fills the air through the speaker phone.

“Actually Hazzy,Reid and I were won-wondering if daddy and his work friends were coming over for dinner but help make cookies too! Robbie J’ is working with daddy today right?” Evelynn asks standing on her tip toes trying to speak into the phone that Reid held high.

She pokes him in the stomach causing him to almost drop your phone. A wave of panic rushes over you as your phone falls. Surprisingly she catches it and runs over to you with it. Reid trying to get it out of her hands, Evelynn bumps into you causing you to cut your finger. Dropping the scissors onto the counter next to the bags.

“Bloody hell, shit that hurt” groaning as you see blood flowing from the wound.

“I’m sorry mumma.. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you” Evelynn looks up at you with a sad face,her lower lip trembling. Oh god that look could make an army weak.

“It’s just a little cut, don’t worry baby” you smile down at her, leaning down you give her head a swift kiss. A smile tugs at her lips erasing the tears that were about to form.

“What happened darling, you ‘lright?” you could tell it wasn’t Harrison but it was Tom’s voice now.

“Hey babe, I just sliced my finger with the scissors on accident.. The kids were asking if you were bringing your work friends over to bake some sweets and have dinner?” You ask while rinsing the blood off with the water from the tap. Drying your hands off you check the food you had in the oven.

“I can ask around, now are you two behaving? Robbie J’ just said he has gifts but do the Holland twins deserve them?” Tom asks through the phone, you could tell he had a smile on his face. He loved calling them the Holland twins.

“Well we deserve them more than Spider-Man deserves the suit” Reid retorts earning a snicker from you. In the background you could hear Robert laughing at what was just said.

“Yeah what Reid said! Robbie J’ loves us!” Evelynn retorts with a smile on her face.

“Oh shut your trap Downey!” the twins giggle looking at each other from their father’s reaction to Robert laughing.

“We’ll be over in thirty minutes, save some chocolate chips for Robbie J!” Robert’s voice comes from the phone making the twins smile.

“Alright you two, see you soon.. Hope there’s enough food darling” Tom lets out a nervous chuckle.

“I always cook extra babe, I love you”

“Love you more,see you guys soon” the line going dead shortly after, Reid hands your phone back.

“Mumma did you hear that! Robbie J is coming to bake with us!” Reid and Evelynn shout at the same time.

“Jinx” they grin pointing their fingers at one another.

“Okay you two now lets get the molding tins you want okay?” Picking up the bag you pull out the options for them to choose from.

“Now this chocolate is melted and we will pour it into here ok-” your sentence being cut off as you heard voices fill the air.

“Use the spoons okay? Don’t rush you two.. I’ll be back to see how it’s going” Kissing them both on their heads you make your way towards the living room.

Seeing Tom, Sebastian,Anthony, Robert, and Harrison in the living room. Wiping your hands on your waist apron you greet them all. Tom pulls you into a big hug with a smile on his face. He gives you a quick kiss making you smile. Robert walks in and sets two bags on the ground near the fireplace.

“Lynn! that’s too mu- hey cut it out!” Reid’s voice is heard from the living room causing everyone to look through the kitchen window. You couldn’t see them but could only hear them.

“No you cut it out! See this is why I’m daddy’s favorite!” Evelyn retorts as a splat sound echoes from the kitchen.

“Now you’ve done it! Ha look at your face now!” Laughter comes from Reid making you and Tom look at each other. The time they act up is now in front of people.

“At least it doesn’t look re-rediculous like yours! I’m the pretty twin” Evelynn’s voice getting louder. A blur of brown flies through the air. Looking against the wall that is now dripping in chocolate.

“Oh my lord” you groan running towards the kitchen. Sebastian laughter fills the air along with Anthony’s.

“Sure are your kids Tom, did they not have their juice today?”

“Fuck off you shits” Tom laughs shoving them as they slung their arms over his shoulders.

“Thomas, language” your head turning to look back at him with a glare.

“Daddy said shit!” the twins shout simultaneously.

“Evelynn and Reid Holla- the chocolate is supposed to go in those plastic molds, not on you!” you burst out in laughter seeing the twins covered in chocolate streaks. Their eyes wide as they’re caught in the act.

“Darling, how bout you get them washed up.. I’ll clean the kitchen then we can all eat together yeah?” turning around embarrassed at all the eyes looking at your destroyed kitchen and dirty children.

“Y-yeah that sounds great, sorry everyone” letting out a sigh you look back at your twins. Reid smacks another blob of chocolate on Evelynn making Robert let out a laugh.

“I needed a laugh after that shoot today, damn Holland you created some jokesters” Robert teases nudging Tom causing him to smile. Running his fingers through his curls out of habit.

“We love you momma” the twins say looking up at you innocently.

“Oh jeez, I can’t stay mad at you two.. now lets get you all cleaned up then we can eat yeah?” Guiding them out of the kitchen and towards the guest bedroom down the hall.

“This definitely won't be the end of this..” Tom groans looking around the kitchen.

“Prepare for trouble,make it double” Harrison teases grabbing a wet rag.

A/N: Pt.2? Who likes Evelynn & Reid? :,)

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kinkywwefantasies · 7 years ago

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Experiment One, Chapter 3: A Step Ahead

Pairing: Seth Rollins X OFC (Regina)

Rating: Explicit

Length: 2.9k words

Warnings: Dubious consent (drugs), drugs, unprotected sex, imprisonment, surveillance, implied voyeurism, cursing

Premise; Humans born with special abilities are rare but powerful. A group of rich and influential people have formed a collective called The Authority to find, capture, and experiment on these people. They are most interested in finding out how these special powers are passed genetically and if these powers can be mixed.

Seth was leaning against the wall, clutching a hand over his racing heart. He took off his shirt a while ago because he had sweat through it. Whatever the drug was doing to his body definitely included his circulation. His dick was harder than a rock and his pulse was washing through his ears. It was only a matter of time before he dehydrated or passed out.

But something had to happen. Something other than this. He was certain someone would come through his door. Or, no, the wall he was leaned against was different. They had done something to the cells while he was in “observation”. Three days in a smaller more uncomfortable room with little change in anything else was a cover for something.

The wall was closer now. They had to have installed more listening equipment, more insulation for noise perhaps... ‘No,’ he thought through the haze of lust and suppressants, ‘a hinge.’ And just as that thought washed over him, he heard the tell tale buzz of a magnetic lock being opened.

“Hello,” the girl sitting on the floor greeted without a smile. Her face was tense with anticipation and anguish. She was in the same situation as him. He made a quick assessment of her and her room. ‘Another prisoner, same cell, same observation rig, same drugs, waiting in anticipation, pretty, leggy, blonde, smells good, pretty, hot, sexy, mine, now, yes,’ he tried to put his thoughts back in order.

“I’m Regina,” she said, getting up and standing six feet tall.

“Future vision,” he breathed. He had only ever met a few with the gift, but it was always special. They were like him, always a step ahead.

“You’re Seth,” she said, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “You think very quickly. An Einstein?”

“Yes, and how do you know I think quickly?” He smiled, backing her into her room.

“First, you were going to forego introductions and pin me to the wall. Then you changed your mind and decided to do an introduction while you had me bent over my bed. Then you were going to try and resist all urges, and realized rather quickly they wasn’t an option at all, but I am curious why you thought that,” she said as he slid his hands under her shirt. He touched the skin of her waist and felt a torrent of heat and lust shoot straight to his dick. He groaned and pushed his hips against hers.

“Tell me this is okay,” he said, sending shivers down her spine by pressing his lips to her ear. “Tell me I have permission to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes to everything you’re planning.”

***

It was moments like this that Regina liked to stay in the present. Moments when it was better to be here than in the future. Rollins couldn’t quite decide what to do with her now that he had her permission, but she let him think in private finally. He wasn’t a danger to her. In fact, he wanted to please her, and he would.

Just his appearance at in her room was a gift. His incredibly delectable form made her shiver in anticipation. Tall as all hell, thick beard, thick muscled body, and hair swept into a messy bun. He was a picture of health and masculinity; her heart beat hard at the thought of him between her legs.

He started by taking off her clothes and just staring for a moment. She wanted so badly to peek into the future, but she would have missed the inferno in his eyes. That look of absolute lust stirred her own and left her dripping.

“Come here,” she choked out around the growing lump in her throat. His touches had already been the most loving and gentle touches she had felt in months, and her emotions were getting the better of her. Whatever cocktail of serums they gave her today had her swimming in feelings. “Touch me, Seth.”

He obliged and ran his calloused hands all over her, focusing on her breasts and hips. Her most feminine body parts. His rough fingers caught the soft skin of her breasts and made her gasp.

Einsteins usually had soft hands and bodies, but Seth seemed to want to break the mold. Maybe it was a cover to protect his precarious existence among normal humans. She didn’t know, but she appreciated his appearance fully.

“You’re beautiful,” she said quietly as he pushed her down to her bed. He chuckled softly. “I am?”

“Uh huh,” she replied simply, gazing up at his face and intelligent brown eyes. She could see him think, which was incredible, seeing as his pupils were blown wide and his pulse shook his extremities. He still had use of his brain and she was a bit jealous. Her mind was a screaming mess, telling her to get his cock inside of her as fast as possible.

He reached down, she supposed to take his pants off, but he surprised her by letting his fingers glide over her clit. She clenched her legs together and gasped with ecstasy. She’d never come from such little contact before. Seth didn’t stop, though. He still had his hand squarely between her thighs and intended to make her come again.

She looked up at him and saw how his eyes were glazed over now. Her reaction to his touch had pushed thought far enough back that all she could see was heat. His cheeks were beautifully red, his lips parted with breath, and she wanted to kiss his face. All over.

She pulled him down to her as he continued with his fingers. Her lips landed on his and he groaned in approval. He didn’t go near her entrance yet, not even with his fingers, and she very badly wanted him to. She wanted him inside of her desperately.

“Finger me,” she whimpered as he cautiously rubbed her clit. He was giving her just enough contact to make her shiver and shake, but not enough to make her come. It crossed her mind then that she had already orgasmed, but it didn’t make a dent in the lust she felt.

He easily slipped two fingers inside of her and it was just what she needed. She jumped and thrust her hips at him and shouted her release.

***

He was losing his mind. He was trying to think through this. They wanted him to breed with Regina. He just knew it. There was no other reason to so purposefully put her in his path. There was no other reason to pump him so full of drugs that he could not resist. He was supposed to fuck her like there was no tomorrow and fill her to spilling with his cum.

If he was going to put his cock inside this gorgeous, perfect, gifted woman, he needed to be careful. She gave her consent to sex. She hadn’t given consent to becoming a mother. He didn’t give his consent to becoming a father. Not in this hell hole. Not now. So he had to be cautious, and let her know what he knew.

“Regina,” he huffed, taking off his pants. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” She asked, moving her hand to where his just left making it very hard to concentrate. Her fingers sliding through that inviting wetness had his head spinning.

“They want us to-“ he stopped himself. He was speaking too loudly. How could he be so thoughtless? He couldn’t tell her what he needed to when they were listening. The punishment would be unending.

He laid over her. His cock dripping on to her stomach as he whispered in her ear. “They want us to have kids. I don’t know why, but that’s what they want out of this. So, when I pull out, it’s not about you. It’s that you probably don’t want to become a mother in a prison the same way I don’t want to be a father.”

She looked at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates before nodding. She understood.

“Let me get the first few out of the way then,” she said. “Because if you enter me right now, you won’t have a choice.”

He blinked a few times understanding what she meant, but curious what she would do. That was just before she had him on his back and had her lips around his dick.

She had been absolutely right. He wouldn’t have had a choice. He burst inside her mouth before he could warn her. He found he was still hard and yearning, even after that, and was floored by how powerful what they gave him was.

“Feel good?” She asked with a wink as she made him shudder and his legs shake with her mouth. It did feel indescribably good.

Regina swallowed him all the way down her throat and he came again. Incredibly, it was even better than the first time, but still he wanted more. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her red cheeks, tousled hair, and breathless smile were like a drug all on its own. He smiled back at her.

“What am I going to do next?” He asked as she lapped up the cum that had run down the side of his dick. He twitched in satisfaction at the sight.

“You’re going to put me on my belly,” she said.

“That’s right,” he said as he pushed her down to the mattress.

“And fuck me hard.” She moaned. He propped up her hips as he straddled her back side. Then lowered his pelvis so his cock was grazing her pussy lips which were shining and swollen, waiting for him.

“Fuck,” he cursed with shaking breath. “This is going to be tough. You have to help me, future girl.” He said, taking a modest handful of her hair.

“I will,” she said caressing his hand to reassure him. Then he sank in and she gasped in delight. He was perfect for her. He was the right size and shape. She never wanted him to leave her body.

“Holy fuuuuck,” he groaned, bowing his head so it touched the skin between her shoulders. She felt like heaven on earth. “Don’t forget, babe. Please, help me. Help us.” He stuttered as he began to thrust.

She nodded emphatically as her body convulsed and shook with yet another orgasm. She thanked God it was the one to finally satisfy her so she could concentrate on the task at hand. Her vision was foggy, but she could hear and feel him in it. He would clench her right hip and gasp, and that was when he needed to pull out. Just hearing that sharp gasp in her vision made her body pulse hard with aftershock.

She waited as she lay washed in pleasure and satisfaction to help him pull away. To safely spill his seed on her back. The moment came quick and she shoved hard at his thigh.

“Shit,” he cursed, but pulled out just in time and stroked himself to completion over her ass. “Holy shit. Oh my God,” he sighed. “You felt so good. I thought-“

“I’m glad I could help,” Regina smiled sleepily as she rolled to her side. He fell in bed beside her. She tried to get up so she could clean herself off, but he stopped her. He put an arm around her and crushed her body to his. This time not out of lust, but out of admiration, appreciation, companionship. A real companion in this dark place was right next to freedom in his book of wants. If he were truly trapped here against his will, the best thing he could have was a friend.

***

Regina felt the exact same way. The relief and joy of having some next to her was overwhelming. Tears began to pour down her face. Seth smiled at her. His eyes looking similarly watery.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” She giggled, wiping tears from one of her eyes as he wiped the other. “I don’t usually cry in bed.” She laughed, assuring him that she wasn’t like this. This wasn’t her usual post sex behavior.

“Me either,” he said, trying to covertly wipe a tear from his eye as well. “I’m just so... relieved?”

“Yeah,” she agreed and wrapped her body around his. “Hey,” she said, taking his chin in her hand and directing his eyes at her. “Don’t go back through that wall until you’re damn ready.”

His eyes narrowed and he nodded. He understood. She didn’t have to say what she saw in the future. He knew the minute he was clear of that door it would close behind him.

“They’re going to use us against each other,” he told her. “And I want to be clear. Make the best decision for you. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll say the same,” she nodded, curling closer to him. He sighed and ran his hand through her hair. He considered leaving right then, but he was already attached. There was no severing the connection now.

***

Stephanie was aghast. Rollins had avoided the main goal of Experiment One /and/ fallen prey to the emotional connection.

‘What kind of side effect-! All of them have it!’ She thought in fury. Of course Seth and Regina would pay for their non-compliance, and she would deal with that later, but this other effect had to be dealt with sooner than soon.

She still had two couples ready to go. Sweat gathered on her brow as she thought about the ramifications of these monsters falling in love. Of course she could work it to her advantage, but she also understood that love made people do crazy things.

Whatever efforts they were making to escape would double. Whatever they could do to fight the experiments would be re-strategized. Yankem had to change the formula. Make them simply fuck and be done with each other.

“Dammit,” she cursed as she watched Ambrose on the monitor. He was sniffing around the crack in the door-wall, scenting out Jessica. Roman looked fit to be tied in his cell, but was angrily ignore the ‘medicine’ coursing through his veins. Anne looked to be doing the same.

Stephanie decided it was time for Dean to meet Jess, and for Roman and Anne to sit in the frustration a little longer.

#experiment one update #experiment one #seth rollins #ofc

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mr-nobodys-stuff · 5 years ago

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Meeting Deku

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Description: you just moved from America to Japan for work. Moving was a bit tougher than you expected. A shy green haired boy offers to help. You meet his mom and spend a little time with them. Becoming friends with them is a must have now.

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The long flight from America to Japan is definitely a tiresome trek. Not so much physical, but more mental. The stress and nervousness of your new permanent home setting in.

You've been to Japan a few times in the past. So it's not anything to be too worried about, but still.

Musutafu, Japan. That's where you chose to live. The nicest place you could find without going too expensive.

Once the plane landed you did the usual. Walking off the plane with your carry on, fetching the rest of your luggage, finding a taxi, and finally reaching the apartments.

There is where you met the landlords, a nice little old couple.

"Now dearie, if there's anything you need, don't be afraid to ask. You have our numbers right?" The woman encloses your hand in both of hers.

"Yes, I do. I'll be fine and thank you for the place," you give her a soft smile, nodding your head.

"Perfect! Well, we better be on our way now. Got some grocery shopping to do," she says, leaving after giving her own grin.

You turned to the apartments and huffed, hyping yourself up. Time to carry your bags up to the room on the second floor. Highs weren't your favorite thing, but the second wasn't too high, thankfully.

You draped your bag around your back as you dragged the large luggage up the steps.

"Excuse me, miss!" A voice says from behind. Quickening footsteps accompanying it.

You turn to see a green haired man hurrying over to you.

"Would you like a hand?" Without giving you time to respond he pulls up the heavy bag, effortlessly.

"What floor?" He asks.

"The second," you say, leading the way. He follows you all the way to the designated floor and sets down the bag on its wheels.

"I'm Y/N by the way," you say, putting a hand on your chest.

"Izuku Midoriya, but you can just call me Deku though," he waves a hand, dismissively.

"Ok, cool!" you nod. "Do you happen to live here in the apartments?"

"Y-yeah I do! Just on the other side actually. I live with my mom, haha," he rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh, I'm just moving in and I live by myself."

"Really? Do you need any help?" He asks, grinning a little.

"Not presently. I have to wait on my things to get here first. They should get here in a few days and you don't have to help if you really don't-," you shake your head and wave your hands, partially in defense.

"Nonsense! I'd love to help! M-maybe you'd like to stop by my place to meet my mom? She'd be happy to meet our new neighbor, haha," he blushes slightly.

"Yeah, but maybe tomorrow? I'm pretty tired from the flight over. I haven't eaten all day," your stomach suddenly feeling extremely empty at the thought of food.

"Oh right! Sorry, I forgot!" He laughs nervously. "W-well if you really wanted to, you could stop by for, uh, dinner? My mom usually makes more than we can eat."

"That would be nice," you grin, feeling all warm inside. "Which apartment?"

"34"

"Ok, I'll go put this away and I'll head over," you nod, still smiling.

"O-ok!" He stutters.

"See you in a few!" You wave over your shoulder as you make you way to your apartment.

Midoriya runs to his apartment, red faced, heart racing, nerves through the roof.

"Mom!" He falls as he makes it to the kitchen.

"Izuku! What's wrong!?" Inko asks, eyes wide as her son peels his face from the floor.

"I asked a girl to come over for dinner! She's just moving in on the other side of the building!" He starts sputtering out different sentences.

Inko smiles and laughs.

"Izuku, please calm down. What's her name?" She pats his shoulder.

"Y/N," he says, trying to calm himself.

"Good thing I made enough food and hopefully she likes Udon," Inko sighs.

Izuku paces and talks the walls off. He's never brought a girl back to his house before. But something about you made him ask.

Inko cleaned a bit more and got out another bowl and chopsticks.

A knock on the door almost scared Izuku out of his boxers. He did trip and fall to his butt though.

"I'll get it!" Izuku jumps up and hurries to the door. He swings it open to see you.

You had changed from your over comfortable clothing to a bit of a nicer outfit, but nothing too over the top.

"O-oh, Y/N," he says, a blush sprawling across his features.

You smile and nod.

"Hi Deku! Sorry it took me a bit longer, I thought I'd change real quick," your own cheeks dust with a pale pink.

"Haha, yeah, you look good. Er, I-it looks good! Y-your outfit looks good I mean!" He stutters.

"Izuku! Let her in!" Inko calls from the kitchen. Her tone sounding playful.

"O-oh right! Come in," he moves so she could enter.

"Take my shoes off?" You ask, glancing down.

"Y-yeah," he nods, watching you take your shoes off.

"Sorry, I'm from America. I've never been in a Japanese home before so I wasn't sure," you follow him to the living room.

"Oh don't worry about that."

"Ah hello! You must Y/N. I'm Inko Midoriya," she bows.

"It's nice to meet you," you nod to her.

"Likewise," she smiles with her big, beautiful, green eyes. "Izuku tells me you're the new neighbor. On the other side of the building of course."

"Yeah, I am. Just got here earlier today," you say.

"Well, let's eat! We can chat during or after and I hope you like Udon. There wasn't much of a heads up," Inko chuckles.

"Oh whatever is fine with me. I've never had it before though," you sit at the dining table with Deku. He sets a bowl down in front of you and himself. The food definitely smelled delicious. It looked straight out of one of those food magazines at the doctor's office.

"Um, one question," you pick up the chopsticks. "How does one...," you look the pair up and down, trying to copy Izuku in holding them.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" Izuku asks.

"Not really. I just usually use a fork," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Hold it like this," he molds your hand and fits the sticks perfectly. "I'm sure it'll take a few times to get it down."

"Thank you," you smile, trying to lift the noodles with the sticks. They slip right off. Now it was your ultimate mission to get those damned things in your mouth.

With a slightly hunched back, concentration keyed on the noodles, and tongue sticking out slightly of course.

Inko smiles at her son, making him burst into a blushing mess. He puts a hand on his face and turns downwards.

"So Y/N, where are you from?" Inko asks, swirling noodles around in her own bowl.

"America, I've been to Japan a few times. Mostly for work purposes," you say, finally getting a singular noodle. "Ah-ha!" You stuff it in your mouth.

"And what do you do for work?"

"I'm an artist," you swallow the noodle. "This is really good."

"I'm glad you like it!" She smiles and nods.

"W-what kind of, uh, artist?" Izuku asks nervously.

"It's mostly digital art, but I do draw and paint pretty often though."

"That sounds like fun. Maybe you could teach me a few things here and there. I always thought painting would be nice to try sometime," Inko smiles giddily.

"Yeah, I would love to. Any time is fine with me. Just hit me up and we can have some fun with it," you grin and chuckle lightly. "So what do the two of you do around here?"

"Izuku here is a hero actually," Inko kicks him lightly.

"Oh, yeah! So if anything ever happens, you can count on me to help!" He says with a big smile.

"Cool! I bet that's stressful," you stuff your face with more noodles.

"I-it can be at some points. I aim to be the number one hero! Just like All Might!"

You look at his determined face. A smile creeps it's way to your features at the scene. You turn your attention back to the half empty bowl now.

An hour or two later, you finally called it quits. The comfort of alone time and sleep was calling you. Even though your things weren't going to be there for a few days, there are still a few things to do first.

You bid goodnight to Inko. She thanks you for your time and lets you go.

Izuku insists on walking your back to your place. Not like you don't mind either so you let him.

"Thanks again for having me over," you say as you open your door.

"U-uh yeah! Sure thing! It was nice having you over," he blushes and smiles.

"Did I ever give you my number?" You ask, recalling whether you did or not.

"You want my number?!" He jumps back slightly, bursting into red.

"Of course I do," you grab a piece of paper and write your number on it. Something tells you he's just gonna continue being a blushing mess for a while, meaning you're not gonna get it out of him.

"Here's mine. Now I'm gonna go get some sleep. Text me whenever you feel like it, okay?" You pat him on the shoulder and smile. "Goodnight Deku.

"Uh! Yeah! Goodnight Y/N!" He smiles from ear to ear and nods.

You shut the door and look through the peephole. On the other side you can see him looking at the piece of paper, still smiling. He huffs, making that determined face again. Finally he runs back in the direction of his apartment.

You take a deep breath and slide down the door. A blush and a smile softens your features at the thought of his smile.

Let's just say it plagued your thoughts until you fell asleep.

#bnha #anime #mha #deku #midoriya #izuku #my here academia #boko no hero academia

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 8 years ago

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Ethos || Part 2

I decided that for every chapter I will include a greek word

Kefi (κέφι) (n.) the spirit of joy, enthusiasm, high spirits and frenzy, in which god times and passion for life are expressed with an abundance of excitement, happiness and fun.

Warnings: fluff, semi-smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Summary: Sam, being the adorable nerd he is, decides he wants to explore the culture, habits and traditions of his girlfriend’s home country. The reader decides to make him part of her culture.

A/N: This took a whole month and I’m SO SORRY. Once again I wanna thank the beautiful, amazing and funny @imagining-supernatural for beta-ing this. It would’ve been terrible without you, honestly. Thanks. Lastly, I wanna say I suck at writing anything related to smut and I’m quite awkward at doing so, so apologies if any of my awkwardness is showing.

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“They were what now?” I asked shaking my head in disbelief.

“Starved. Their bodies were literally skin and bones and the autopsy said that it’s like the victims hadn’t eaten in months.” Sam shook his head, thumbing through a big Men Of Letters book. He was in a comfortable chair, in the library of the bunker, which barely contained the whole 6’4”, long-legged and strong-armed man that he was. The skin between his eyebrows creased in confusion.

“And you said there were no hex bags in the bar?”

“Nope, nada.” Dean approached the library with three beers in his hands, placing two in front of Sam and me and sitting on the chair next to mine across from his little brother. He opened his beer and took a sip, shaking his head.

“Something tells me this will be no ordinary hunt, boys,” I stated, leaning back in my chair and gulping down some beer. Dean hummed.

“Good. Been getting tired of all those salt and burn hunts lately.” He said, shaking his head.

“I bet you’ll regret saying that in a couple days, Winchester.” I smiled and got up. “Welp, while you and him,” I pointed at him and Sam, “go interrogate witnesses, I’ll stay back and cook dinner. Been a while since we ate actual homemade food and not burgers or Chinese.” I looked at Dean pointedly.

“What’s wrong with burgers and Chinese?” he asked defensively.

“What’s wrong is the belly that has started to form.” I patted his stomach playfully. He slapped my hand away and huffed, rolling his eyes as Sam watched the sibling-like encounter unfold in amusement.

“Go. Suit up, boys. We’ve got work to do” I smiled and walked to Sam, pecking his lips. He smiled into the kiss. As he let me go, he closed the book in his hands and got up in sync with Dean

Both brothers walked in different directions, towards their rooms while I padded to the kitchen “Time to get to work.”

A couple of hours later, around 7 pm, the old, heavy door of the bunker creaked open. I jumped from my bed and slid through the corridors in my socks, slightly giggling, and nearly ran into a wall in the process. I burst into the war room panting. Sam saw my ruffled hair and short breath and shot me a knowing smile. This wasn’t the first time he had caught me sliding around.

He was alone, Dean nowhere in sight. I took the opportunity and walked to the younger brother, still giggling, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled at my childish behavior and snaked his arms around my waist. His Fed suit fit him perfectly, complimenting his broad shoulders. I grinned, playing with the collar of his button up.

Sam smiled at me teasingly. He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine. His nose nudged mine, making me giggle and push up to my tip toes, locking my lips with his.

It was sweet, playful. Not exactly passionate. He’d pull away just a fraction, making me lean further and chase his lips before he gave in and pressed them back against mine. I’d bite his bottom lip and grin into the kiss as he’d moan a little and smile as well. Before I knew it I was pressed against the nearest wall, holding on to his shoulders. Heat spread on my skin from his big hands, which were now holding my bare thighs for support. A grin spread across my lips as I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him closer

His jacket was soon to come off, followed quickly by my shirt, discarded somewhere in the room. I huffed and sighed, running my hands through his hair. The kiss turned heated and passionate, hungry. His lips tasted of mint; he obviously must’ve been chewing gum earlier. They continued to move against mine, molding and crushing.

“Dean?” I mumbled out the question, not losing contact with his lips for more than a second. Sam grunted and pulled me away from the wall, guiding us to the room. He pressed me up on every wall on the way there, garments of clothing spread all over the hall.

The bed was soft against my back, the springs barely creaking, as Sam lightly dropped me on it. Hands traveling on bare skin, I shivered under his touch. He pulled me closer, our chests pressing up against one another. I loved it. Being so close to him, touching him, feeling his rough fingertips on me.

I was all logic and cool detachment until I touched him. Then something not only stirred within me but took over my entire body, my thoughts, my being. The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was pushed, banished to the deepest corners of my mind. The only that mattered was Sam. I was surrounded by him. Surrounded by Sam, and suddenly in languid motions of naked skin, I was home.

The bunker’s door creaked open and closed once again. Sam and I were seated in the kitchen, waiting for Dean to show up. I was in a flannel of his and boxers. Sam would smile every now and then, thinking of what had taken place not ten minutes ago. Exhausted and hungry, Dean dropped on the seat of the kitchen table. He took one good look at us and shook his head

“I swear, you two are like damn rabbits,” he huffed and put his head in his hands. I blushed and Sam muttered ‘jerk’ with a smile. “Bitch” Dean replied. “Please tell me there’s food,” he asked, looking at me with pleading eyes. I smiled and nodded, placing three plates on the table. “What the…?”

On each plate there were squares of baked pasta layered with meat, more pasta and béchamel sauce. The rich smell of baked food wandered in the air reminding me of home. It is a smell like no other.

“It’s called Pastitsio.” I smiled proudly. Sam gave me a weird smile, scratching his arm in nervousness. He grabbed a fork and cut a piece off the plate, twirling the fork and inspecting the bite.

“Pas-what now?” Dean asked desperately, with a hint of disgust on his face.

“Alright, both of you! Eat first and then talk.” I stated in a strict motherly tone making them both look at each other, then me, before digging in hesitantly. Both brothers’ faces lit up as soon as the food touched their tongues. They started shoveling the food in their mouths, making me swell in pride and start eating myself.

“Okay, I take it back, this is great,” Dean mumbled with his mouth stuffed.

“What even is it?” Sam asked, shoving a forkful in his mouth.

“Pasta with ground meat and béchamel sauce” I grinned. Both Winchesters grunted in approval. We continued eating in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the creamy texture and explosion of tastes of food on our tongues before I broke the silence.

“So, care to fill me in?” I asked. During the next half hour, the boys proceeded to explain what the witnesses had told them. They talked to me about how the doors were locked ten minutes before screams erupted from the bar. How a man with weird hair exited the place afterwards and how each and every victim was healthy and okay right before the incident. Lastly, they told me how there were eighteen people in that bar and the police found ten bodies and eight skeletons and meat and blood all around, indicating that eight people were…eaten.

I shuddered at that, putting my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from vomiting the just eaten food. A hand rubbed my back slightly for comfort as Dean nodded in understanding and agreement.

“I hate witches, man,” Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“What makes you think it’s a witch?” I asked curiously, feeling the warmth of Sam’s arm around my waist. I sat closer to him, snuggling to his side.

“Well… what else could it be?” Dean asked.

“I dunno.” I shrugged.

“I’m gonna do some research tomorrow,” Sam said, running a hand through his hair.

“Me too. I’ve been too lazy to do shit in this case. I’ll help the rest of the way.” I said.

“I could use some whiskey, right about now.” Dean went to get up before I put a hand on his shoulder and sat him back down.

“I actually have a gift for you two. I want you to try Ouzo.” I got up from my seat and went to the cabinets.

“Oh boy.” Dean rolled his eyes. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Cas was in the kitchen with a cold “hello.” Everyone flinched, turning to look at him. By instinct my arm reached for the nearest knife, until I realized who was standing there.

“Jesus, Cas,” Sam put a hand over his heart, feeling it nearly beat out of his chest. Cas walked to the table and sat next to Dean. I smiled, grabbing the bottle and four glasses on the table.

“Now that Cas is here, y’all are gonna try the most traditional Greek drink.” I swelled a little with pride. Sam looked up at me smiling. “Now, I have to warn you. It has a really intense taste-“ Before I was done, Dean had poured us all a glass of the clear liquid. The scent of alcohol along with added sweetness wafted for a second in the air before disappearing.

“No, you dumbass it needs water it’s too-“ Dean had already taken down a big gulp and was coughing violently from the intense sweetness of the liquor. I started laughing my ass off, Sam looking at his brother in amusement.

“What the hell is this?!” he said exasperated, still coughing.

“And that is why they say patience is a virtue.” I grinned, putting some ice in everyone’s glass and taking a sip of my own, now turning white, drink, smiling.

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shadeterminus · 8 years ago

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Underskulls

I’ve finally gotten chapter 7 out on AO3, so I’ll post the chapters here, too.

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Ch. 2

Arthur admitted that running after that dog had been an astoundingly stupid idea. He came to this conclusion when he was jumped by a pair of those dog sized frogs.

Froggits have difficult lives. Try complimenting them, it will make them feel better. Or threaten them, they may get scared and run away.

They didn’t seem to be doing anything, though his soul was hovering in front of him. Okay, no Toriel to help and he wasn’t sure she’d get here in time to save him even if he called.

Maybe he could reason with them? Toriel had said to strike up a conversation. He hadn’t had a chance to really see that first froggit’s reaction before Toriel scared it off.

Urgh, he hoped this’d work. “You have very pretty eyes?”

I can’t tell if you are able to hear me or not. Perhaps only slightly? Where did that other presence go?

The froggit on the left tilted its head. Did it understand?

The froggit on the right gave a loud hiss, like a cat, and leapt at him. Arthur jumped over it.

“Uh, nice jump? You’re very athletic!”

The attacking froggit stayed where it landed. Neither of them seemed interested in fighting anymore, for some reason. There faces were bright red. Were they...blushing?

“Uh, bye?” The two froggits hopped off, glancing back once with quiet croaks. They left behind a few shining coins on the ground.

Were they gold? Arthur picked up the coins and pocketed them. Was this what Alice felt like in Wonderland? This was place was surreal.

Another froggit was standing near a door, but Arthur’s soul didn’t pop out. Guess that one wasn’t going to attack.

“Ribbit ribbit,” it said. “Ribbit ribbit.”

If a monster doesn’t seem like it wants to fight, either because you’ve fought it to the brink or you befriended it, then you should be merciful.

“Ah, thanks?” Wait, how had he understood that? It was just croaks…

Ah, so you can hear me on some level!

Arthur turned and hurried to check out the room behind the froggit. Maybe the dog was in there.

Nope, no dog. Though there was a bowl of hard candy on a pedestal. A small, neatly written note said, “Please take one.”

Arthur went ahead and pocketed one, though who knew if it was safe for human consumption.

He returned to the hallway with the froggit and followed the path. That dog couldn’t have gone in any other direction, right? Though it had major head start now.

Around the corner and through the next roo-

“Aaaagh!” The floor gave way underneath him, dropping him into a pile of leaves. He wasn’t hurt, though he hoped he wouldn’t be falling anymore that day.

Thankfully, there were two narrow ramps back up to the previous floor. He took the one that let him continue forward, past the hole he’d fallen in.

The phone Toriel gave him rang. “Hello? This is Toriel. Arthur, for no reason in particular, which do you prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?”

Well that was out of nowhere. “Butterscotch?”

“I see. Thank you very much. I do hope you are alright waiting alone?”

Uhhhh. “Yes. Everything’s fine, nothing to worry about.” There was the dog at the end of the room, panting and staring at him. Its way was blocked by another wall of spikes, trapping it. The locket was right in front of it.

“Oh, good. By the way, you do not dislike cinnamon do you?”

“Nope, cinnamon is fine.” Arthur inched forward, trying not to startle the dog. Just a bit closer…

“Good. Thank you for being so patient. Goodbye!” She hung up.

Arthur leapt at the locket, but tripped over a rock in the middle of the room, falling flat on his face. The dog barked and there was the sound something scurrying away. Damn it!

Arthur stood, rubbing his nose. It didn’t seem broken.

He looked to where the dog had been. The spikes were down, now. How did that happen?

He’d landed on a pressure plate he hadn’t noticed before, a path running from it to the rock. When Arthur stood, releasing the plate, the spikes extended again. He shoved the rock onto the plate and the spikes lowered.

Maybe he should call Toriel and let her know he’d left the long room?

He started forward again and took out the phone. As he dialed, something whapped him upside the head.

He felt his soul burst out of chest and looked forward. There was some kind of bug-thing the size of his fist.

Poor whimsun. It’s even more scared than you are.

He opened his mouth to say something, but it burst into tears and flew away before he could say anything.

This place was nuts.

He started forward again, taking care to watch where he was going.

The ground fell out from under him.

Arthur screamed until his lungs gave out before he realized he’d fallen in another pile of leaves. Dammit, not again.

There was another ramp to take him back up; but since this was probably a puzzle it would likely be a good idea to look around first.

Yep, there was a plaque telling him not to step on the leaves. There was also a clear path in the leaves. Somehow. So, how to remember the path?

He walked the path a few times, counting his steps and recording them as a memo on his phone, along with his changes in direction.

Clever boy…

Yep, he could be clever when he wanted to be. When he returned to the upper floor he had no problems getting across.

Another room, another puzzle. This time with guest star Ms. Talking Rock and a bunch of living jello molds. Ugh. At least that one was easy.

Moldsmals are very sexy, but not too bright. Who knew they’d mistake trembling for wiggling?

Why was there a stool with a hunk of old cheese stuck to it? Was it for the mouse? Arthur left of few hamster pellets outside the mouse hole. It would probably like those better. Moving on….

There was a ghost blocking the hallway, lying in a pile red leaves. Like, an actual bedsheet ghost. Arthur had never seen a ghost that <em>actually </em>looked like that. Oh wait, the mansion… Yeah, not thinking about that right now.

Should he try to walk through it? That didn’t seem smart. Maybe Toriel would help if he called her…

“Zzzzzzzzzzzz…,” the ghost said, as if it were pretending to snore. Arthur thought he saw one eye squint open for a second.

He was so done. His ability to be shocked and terrified had been fried, especially as the “monsters”, with one exception, hadn’t been particularly monstrous. They’d mostly left him alone after he talked or otherwise interacted with them. Monsters were weird.

“Excuse me?” Arthur said. He got no response. “Could you move please?” Why was the hall so narrow here?

The ghost stayed where it was.

Arthur huffed and tried nudging it with his foot.

The ghost sprang up and its eyes started welling with tears.

“Hello?” Arthur said. “Sorry, about that.”

The tears gushed forth in veritable geysers. Arthur ducked to the side, a few drops hitting his arm. They burned like acid!

You may want to try cheering him up. Or flirting.

“I’m really sorry, man! C’mon, I bet you’ve got a really nice smile!”

The ocular gushers abated to trickling streams down the ghost’s face. It was watching him more intently now.

“My name’s Arthur. What’s yours?”

“...Napstablook...oh….” Okay, good. It was talking and not projectile-crying acid.

“Cool. I-it’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh… I usually come to the ruins to be alone. But today I met someone nice...oh….”

“Yeah, I’m new here. Just thought I’d drop by and see what was going on underground. Sorry for nudging you, I just wanted to get your attention.”

The ghost wobbled a bit, and gave a small smile. “It’s alright. Would...you like to see something?”

“Sure.”

Napstablook began crying again, though the tears flowed up this time, forming into a hat shape.

“I call it ‘dapper blook’ Do you like it…?”

Arthur gave Napstablook a thumbs up. “Yeah, it’s really cool.”

“Oooh...thank you. I worked really hard on that trick. Well, I should get going. My break’s over and I need to head back to the farm.”

“Wait! Have you seen a small white dog anywhere?”

“Ohh... a dog ran through here a few minutes ago…. It had something really shiny. Was it yours?”

“Yeah. I need to get that locket back.”

“I’m sorry…. I should have tried to catch it...ohh….”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known.”

Napstablook still looked a bit down. They turned to leave. “You should see it if you follow the left path. Bye….” With that, Napstablook disappeared.

Okay then. Forward march.

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Several puzzles, not-entirely-fights, and many (many) holes later. Arthur found himself in front of a barren tree. It was surrounded by crisp red leaves, and the area had a smell that made him think of autumn.

Anytime this old tree grows leaves, they fall right off…

Better that than the weird mustard smell the froggits left behind.

There was Toriel walking up from beyond the tree. She started to put a phone to her ear before noticing Arthur. He gave a sheepish wave.

“Oh! Arthur, I thought you were still waiting. Are you hurt?” She gave him another once over, noting the scrapes and bumps he’d gotten from some of the monsters on the way. “Nothing serious, but still, I’ll heal you.”

“I’m fine, really. Have you seen a white dog anywhere? It took something important.”

Toriel paused for a moment. “Actually, that was one reason I took so long. A puppy stole my phone, and I had to get it back.”

“Did it have a locket?” Please please please…

“It did, but I wasn’t able to get it. I’m sorry.”

Arthur groaned, there went that idea.

“Although, it was strange, but... it seemed to run toward my house before I lost sight of it.”

“Is there anywhere it could have gone?” Arthur rubbed his prosthetic. He needed to know what that ghost wanted with him.

“I suppose… but it has probably gotten away by now. I am sorry Arthur. But! I have a surprise. Come with me.”

She took his hand and led him up to a neat little house, made of the same purple-lit stone as the rest of ruins, fronted by a carpeting of red leaves on either side of the door. There was a sweet smell wafting from inside that made Arthur’s stomach rumble. When had he last eaten? Breakfast, whenever that was. Several hours at least.

The inside was tidy, and decorated in a soft yellow. A set of downward stairs across from the door. There were pots of cattails, about. Interesting choice…

“Do you smell that?” Toriel said. “Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival.”

Arthur had had butterscotch meringue pie, but he’d never even heard of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. Still, he wasn’t about to complain about free food.

Toriel continued speaking. “I want you to have a nice time living here. So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight.”

Something about what she was saying set off warning bells in Arthur’s head. Was it just the snails? He liked oysters, but he’d never had snails. He was cautiously curious.

“I have another surprise for you, as well. Come along.” She led him down a hallway and stopped at the first door. “A room of your own. I hope you like it! You are a bit older than my usual guests….”

She patted his shoulder, before pausing. “Is something burning? Um, make yourself at home!”

Arthur watched her go with a bemused look. She almost seemed like she expected him to stay here. That wasn’t happening; he needed to get back and make sure Vivi and Mystery were alright. Needed to find Lewis.

Knowing you’ll get back to your friends, it fills you with determination. But is it enough?

Still, he could at least check out the room.

The room was done in a soft reddish color, lit by a lamp in the corner. There were children’s toys piled in a box at the foot of comfy looking bed. He couldn’t help smiling at the Transformers. He’d loved those as a kid! There seemed to be a music box playing a soft tune somewhere. Arthur began to feel drowsy.

It’d been a long day. Falling down who knew how many holes and trying to survive monster attacks. His feet ached, and with the music box, his eyes began to droop.

You should take a nap. You won’t be any good to anyone if you’re dead on your feet.

Arthur sat on the bed and kicked his shoes off. He could still smell that pie. Maybe he should close his eyes for a few minutes…. Then he’d ask Toriel about a way home.

He was dead to the world before his head even hit the pillow.

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“Guys? Do you really think going in there is a good idea?” Arthur asked as he stared up at the fang-like stalactites at the entrance to the cave. Greenish fog seemed to ooze out and around it. Seriously, how could there be green fog here?

The cave had been a haunted tour type thing a few decades back, before it had been condemned. A few too many accidents and at least one murder on site, according to Vivi’s research.

There had been reports of strange sounds and lights in the area for the past couple of weeks. As well as a possible link to a recent disappearance.

Vivi, of course, just had to check it out.

Lewis glanced back at him. “It’ll be fine, Arthur, we’ve done stuff like this a million times before.”

Vivi, looked at him with concern, she was holding Lewis’ hand. “Are you okay Arthur? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. If you’re that worried, you can wait in the van; it’s fine.”

Arthur didn’t really like the idea of waiting alone in the van in the dark, either. If he had to be somewhere uncomfortable, he could at least be uncomfortable with his friends nearby.

Arthur followed them as they went into the cave, chills creeping down his spine. He couldn’t help moving closer to Lewis, practically cowering behind him as bats flew and screeched above. It smelled of damp. There was a buzzing in his ears. Their shadows twisted and writhed in the light of Lewis’ torch.

There was a fork in the path.

“Hey, Arthur, let’s take this way. You alright taking Mystery, Vivi?”

Vivi gave a jaunty salute. “Of course! C’mon boy! To adventure!” She marched down the right path, Mystery trailing behind her.

The buzzing was louder, numbing Arthur's mind and making his ears itch. The green fog seemed to glow.

The path wound upwards like a serpent’s spine, Arthur clinging to Lewis more than once as he tripped and stumbled his way over the rock strewn path. This didn’t feel right. They shouldn’t be here. Something was going to go wrong.

There was a ledge overlooking a forest of stalagmites, trails of green fog flowing between them.

Arthur’s hand felt numb and he couldn’t stop himself from surging forward, reaching for Lewis. Arthur’s cheeks hurt from trying to grin and scream at the same time.

Arthur was falling! Had he slipped off the ledge? He was going to die, a spike through his chest just like-

There was a patch of golden flowers. There was a child in a striped shirt.

“Greetings.”

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