#i’ll just get ready for bed. and then she asks ‘have you even exercised at all today?’

[rosesradio]

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[magics-neptunes-things]

Secret Love II

So, here we are with the second part! I don't really where I'm going with it right now to be honest, so I'm just gonna I’ll just let my imagination run wild.

Thanks for your reviews, don't hesitate leave me some, it always makes me very happy to know what you think of my writings :)

Enjoy!

P.S Part one is HERE

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A few hours after leaving your hotel room, you return there hoping to be as discreet as you were before. On tiptoe, you reach your bed and slip under the covers, your mind always with Alexia. She also went to her room, you both agreed that it was important to enjoy the last hours of sleep before dawn. While you are looking for sleep, you don't realize that Ona’s breathing is no longer as deep as when you left, indicating that she is awake.

"... going to be late!"

Ona’s voice comes to you like through a fog and you need a few blinks of eyes to finally fix your gaze on her face.

"Breakfast is in seven minutes, you know how is Vilda with late people"

Oh man. You jump of your bed, frantically searching for your clothes by making more mess than anything else. You sprint in the bathroom to wash your face and comb your hair in a messy bun, trying to get the sleep of your face.

"Ona go, don't be let yourself" you say to your roomate.

"You sure?" she asked, popping her head by the door.

"Yeah"

"Ok. Your shirt is upside down."

You swear before you put it right, jump in your sneakers and go out slamming the door of the room. Obviously the elevator doors close a few meters from you, so you decide to take the stairs. It’s a miracle you’re on time and you're not even the last one.

You spot Alexia, sitting next to Jenni and Irene, with the same fresh, rested look as if she had slept 12 hours straight. This woman, you thought, before serving you a breakfast tray and looking for a free place.

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"Y/N what's that?"

You turn around but Aitana had time to have a close look to the hickey Alexia made two days ago. Her loud question made everyone turn around, even if you all were supposed to be focused on your strength exercises.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, your mind racing while looking for a good excuse.

"You got a bruise on your neck"

At this point those who were furthest away turned their attention to their exercises, but you feel that the look of several of your teammates burning your back. You crossed Alexia's eyes for a second and open the mouth to talk, but another voice answers before you.

"It must have been when you fell while getting ready, the morning you were late. I thought she was gonna break her neck."

The second sentence is more for Aitana than for you, but she seems to accept this answer with even a small laugh before grabbing his dumbbell again. It's Ona's look that you cross this time and since you don’t know what to tell her, you’re starting to do your exercises again.

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"So, you and Alexia uh?"

You were back in your room, reading a book while listening some music. It was free time but it was so cold outside that you didn't want to go out for now. Ona had said nothing until now, even during the meal time when you found yourself sitting in front of her. Even if you knew the subject was coming at some point, you appreciate the fact that she chooses to be sure she isn’t being heard by anyone to bring the subject.

"Well... Maybe"

You can't fight back the smile on your face and your vague answer seems to be enough for your roommate.

"Who knows?" she asked.

"No one, apart from Alexia’s mother."

"Even Jenni?"

You bite your lip and shakes your head. You know Alexia want to talk about it with Jenni, she's her bestfriend after all. But you had a rule and she just get with it.

"We got together six months after I arrived in Barcelona, I had a hard time understanding what was happening the first time she tried to flirt with me."

You smile in spite of yourself, the flirting was not necessarily the strong of Alexia but you always found it touching.

"And then we broke up when we lost against Wolfsburg, she thought our relationship was what kept her from focusing on the game and the win."

You swallow with difficulty, these memories being particularly dark for both of you. But now that you’ve started talking about your story, you can’t stop. Especially since the Catalan seems to be an excellent listener.

"After that we lost the final... It was awful. I spent every second trying not to look at her, not to show anything to anyone. No one knew and they thought I was disappointed that we lost the final when I was in reality heartbroken."

Lost in your thoughts, your gaze on your hands, you notice only when you feel her presence that Ona left her bed to sit next to you. She places her hand on your arm and you look up at her smiling, which must probably seem strange to her given with what you're saying after.

"Weeks and months passed and we found ourselves training for the Euro. And you certainly don’t need me to remind you what happened with her ACL."

Ona’s grimace speaking of herself, you continue, leaning against the wall behind you.

"I wrote her several times to tell her that I was thinking about her, but she didn't answer. I didn't expect her though, I knew that she had cut contact with almost everyone. But when we were eliminated and I returned to Barcelona, I found her one time on my doormat. She was... I never saw her like that Ona. She was destroyed."

The memory of this moment gives you shivers and you shake yourself mentally to return to the present.

"I let her in and she talked about her insecurities. She told me she was supposed to be in rehab in 15 minutes, but she didn’t want to go. She felt that it was useless and that she would never play again. So I threatened to call her mother and took her there. That’s when we started seeing each other again and got back together soon after."

There was a small silence, during which Ona seemed to digest the information you had just given her. With frowns, she looks at you thoughtfully when answering.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was this deep. And I’m sorry you both had to go through this without being able to tell anyone."

"It's in the past now. I can't talk for her but she makes me really happy. You really saved us this morning, but please keep it to yourself for now"

"I will"

She smiles and you kiss her cheek before she gets up to go to the bathroom. Thinking it's better to inform Alexia, you take your phone.

You - Can you talk?

Mi Reina ♥ - Yes, what's up?

You - Ona knows about us, I kind of just told her everything.

Mi Reina ♥ - Well she kind of cover you up this morning so it was obvious Guapa

You - Sorry if my girlfriend can't keep her lips to herself :)

Mi Reina ♥ - Touché.

Mi Reina ♥ - Can I talk to Jenni about us, since Ona knows?

You - If you want to, it's ok for me.

The next day, it didn’t take you long to realize that Alexia had spoken to Jenni. You have surprised the gaze of the striker several times, examining you with a thoughtfulness look. Every time you catch her looking at you, you were foolishly blushing and it was only when Alexia slapped her head that she stopped looking at you.

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Time pass and here you are, at the final of the World Cup. The more you advanced in the tournament, the harder it was to manage time for you and Alexia. But you had a few moments, thanks to Jenni and Ona who covered you a few times. You didn’t escape Jenni’s threatening conversation, based on "Hurt my best friend and you won’t see the light of the day again" but other than that she seems to have given you her blessing.

You were in the locker room once again, but this time it was the Final. You were playing against England, your last game of the tournament. You're not really listening what Vilda is saying, focused on your boots. You start the match, next to Alexia, Ona, Jenni and your others teammates. You’re stressed, you can’t wait for the game to start now.

You haven't forget the promise Alexia made this night in your hotel, but you haven't bring to topic again. Even if it doesn't happend, you couldn't be more happy.

What it seems an eternity later, you were on the fields and the referee was blowing in her whistle. You made it, you were World Champions. Tears of joy and relief invaded your eyes and you find yourself caught in a collective embrace, without really knowing who is tight against you. Cries of joy, tears and the cheering of the crowd around you seem to come from far away.

When you are able to stand up, you find yourself facing Ona who also huggs you before mumbling "I have to find Lucy". Of course she have to, not matter what is her relationship with her, they are really close.

You search for a particular person too, your eyes scanning around for pink hair. When you spot Alexia, she's on the ground and Jenni is helping her to stand up.

A bit like in a dream, you start running towards her before throwing yourself in her arms. The mix of emotion makes you feel like you’re floating when you wrap your legs around her waist and she hugs you back.

"We did it" you say, while she keeps you in her arms.

"Yes we did" she answers, with the most beautiful smile in her face.

If you weren't already madly in love with her, you'll probably fall again right now.

"So… What now?" you asked soflty after some seconds of silence you passed admiring her.

"I'm going to kiss you."

And she did, barely letting you the time to understand what she said. Keeping you in her arms, she approaches her face to yours and places her lips on yours, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Of course you hear exclamations of surprise around you, but you can’t focus on anything other than Alexia. She ends up putting you down, letting go your lips for a few seconds to catch her breath. You then kiss her a few seconds later, drawing her as close as possible.

You may have won the World Cup, but ultimately your greatest victory is her.

[shion-yu]

Day 30: Contagion

We made it, folks! I really pushed myself to finish @sicktember and I’m so proud I did. For this last work I decided to just let go and do something different. TW for fictional contagion and some mess. Like, contagion is all it is. Which is not something I usually write, but I was inspired by @poetryandsniffles “Going Around” at 3am. It starts with unnamed characters and ends with you. Hope someone enjoys this. As you guys might know, snz isn't fully my thing but I know I have a lot of followers for whom it is, so this is for you. 1,933 words, TW fictional contagion.

It’s Saturday, and all the new freshmen students are moving into the dorms down the street. The bookseller is ready for them, knowing all the students are eager to exercise their first taste of freedom and want to window shop in their new college town. It's probably his busiest day of the year, which is why he absolutely cannot close the store despite the wretched cold he woke up with. He has a cough that won't let him finish a sentence without interrupting himself, and being surrounded by all the used books is making the sneezes that overtake him every minute even worse. He’s putting an old tome of Shakespeare away when he hears the bell ring, signaling a customer. He closes the book and accidentally inhales a noseful of dust. He tries to say, “Welcome,” but instead all he gets out is “Wehh - heee - ahh hatchoo!” 

“Bless you!” It's definitely a freshman, round glasses overtaking half her face and her little homemade clay earrings dangling on either side. 

“Tdangks,” the bookseller mumbles, snorting a huge noseful of congestion up into his face in an attempt to clear his voice. Apparently that's the wrong move, because it causes him to erupt into a harsh round of coughing that forces him to sit down behind his desk. 

The freshman doesn't seem to mind. She’s too interested in looking around the store, fascinated by the used books. The bookseller nurses his poor nose into the fiftieth tissue of the morning, blowing as hard as he can yet it doesn't seem to clear the congestion. He hasn't been this sick in ages. Why did it have to be today of all days?

“I’ll take this, please.”

The bookseller looks up to find the freshman standing in front of him, holding none other than the thick Shakespeare tome he just put away. The one that he knows he really should have wiped down before shelving. 

“Are you sure you want this one?” He asks hesitantly.

“Why?”

Explaining feels like too much work, and bad business. The bookseller shakes his head. “No reason,” he says, coughing into his elbow. “That’ll be $10.80.”

~.~.~.~

It’s well known that a cold isn't uncommon in the beginning of the semester, but the freshman can't believe it took less than a week for her to get hit with this plague. It’s only the end of the first day of classes when she feels a tickle in her throat that makes her cough. By evening she’s feeling the chill of an incoming fever, and by the next morning she feels like she’s been hit by a bus. This feels worse than just a cold, but it's literally the second day of classes in her first year of university. She can't afford to take a sick day so soon.

And so, the freshman drags herself to her English 101 lecture where she continues to cough and shiver, clutching the hoodie she's wearing around her ever tighter. Her bones ache and she feels like she desperately needs to be in bed, but this lecture is three hours long. Three torturous hours, and it's not a huge class. Everybody can hear her coughing away, she's sure of it. She's so embarrassed by her noisiness - the rustle as she plucks out tissue after tissue from the box she's helplessly taken to carrying around. The petite sniffle she's trying to hold back every few seconds, but if she doesn't her nose will be streaming. The stifled sneezes that more than often result in additional chesty coughs. By the end of the lecture she’s so cold and miserable that she's not sure she's going to make it to her next class, which is chemistry 100. 

Somehow she does, and before most of the other students too. She figures now is a good time to try and blow her nose as loudly as possible. Maybe if she can empty it out, she won't be so disruptive at this lecture. She blows into a tissue hard, and it makes her nose tickle. She can't hold it back, and she scrambles to grab another tissue - but it's too late. She ducks her head to the side and sneezes, uncovered, spraying the space next to her. Thankfully no one’s sat down yet. She hastily tries to clean the desk with the tissue, but she stupidly didn't bring any hand sanitizer and the desk is still gleaming with germs when a boy comes in and sits right next to her. 

He greets her and introduces himself as a football player who’s retaking the class. The freshman can't help but watch in horror as he puts his hands all over the desk, then proceeds to bite his nails. She can't just apologize, but she does so in her head, knowing he’s doomed. 

~.~.~.~

The football player is pretty pissed that he’s managed to catch something already. He doesn't have any time for a cold, especially not so early in the season. It doesn't matter that it’s cold for September, or that it's raining, or that he already had chills before practice started. He’s got to push through for the sake of the team, and also his reputation and scholarship. And he still has to finish that chemistry assignment. Who gives such a long homework in the first two weeks of classes? It should be illegal.

He’s drying off in the locker room, a now very wet cough echoing against the metal lockers. He changes into clean clothes, but he still feels sticky with sweat and rain water. He shivers and shleps off to his chemistry professor's office hours. He needs an extension.

The professor doesn't look happy to see him dripping and sniffling when he shows up at his door. “C’mon, professor, I just need a few days. It's the beginning of the season, I can't fall behind already, and I’m - koff koff koff - sick.”

“I can see that,” the professor says in mild disgust. “But I don't make exceptions. Not even for athletes,” she says before he can protest. 

“That's not fair,” the football player complains. “I really am s-siii-”

The professor tries to duck, but it's too late. The football player sneezes, only poorly half covering. “Sorry,” he says hoarsely.

“I think you'd better go home and lie down,” the professor says in a clipped tone. There's some spray on the corner of her glasses, much to both of their chagrin. “And skip practice tomorrow.”

“Yes ma'am,” the football player says. He’s too ashamed of himself now to keep begging. The professor sprays lysol all over her office and hopes it’ll be enough.

~.~.~.~

It’s not enough. By the end of the week the professor, too, is full of cold. She has to lecture through it, even though she barely has a voice and nearly spills chemical solutions on herself trying to contain her sneezes into her shoulder while holding glass beakers. The students keep blessing her, and that irritates her more than anything because it's their damn fault she’s sick. She's trying to make tenure though, and isn't about to call out, so she pushes through. Every sneeze hitches in the back of her throat as she tries to hold back, making a girlish noise that kills her inside a little. 

She’s already passed the cold along to her husband, your coworker, who has an immune system as good as a preschooler. She can't wait to get home where she can just relax. Her legs are cramping from standing for so long in heels, her makeup is running because of all the congestion, and she keeps making errors while lecturing that she never would otherwise. This cold is so embarrassing and comes with all the visible symptoms: cough, congestion, sneezing, fever. It's impossible to hide.

Her coworkers have even taken notice and mentioned she ought to take it easy, which the professor absolutely will not be doing. So what if she has to cough through her lectures? So what if the students in the front row may or may not be nursing colds of their own in a week? She has to work, that's just how it is. No exceptions, she tells her students. Not even for herself.

~.~.~.~

You can hear your coworker coughing from his cubicle opposite you. Yesterday he said his wife was sick, and today he seems to have brought her cold to share with everyone. How generous of him, you think dryly. You cringe as you hear him blow his nose again, a wet, harsh sound that is the audible equivalent of contagion. And now - oh no. Now he's coming to you.

“I've got the report done,” your coworker says as he approaches. His eyes are red rimmed and watery, nose raw red from blowing and his lips parted in an awkward fashion because he can't breathe properly. And now he's blowing germs all over your desk.

You take the report from him and hope to shoo him away quickly with a thank you, but no such luck. He bends over your desk and starts to explain part of the report that apparently, he finds is not self explanatory enough. You can hear the whistle of blocked sinuses and his voice crackles with congestion. “Does that make sense?” He asks, standing up and sniffling. He runs his temple, clearly also trying to work through a headache.

“Yes, perfect sense,” you tell your coworker. It doesn't matter if it made sense or not, you wish he'd just go away. “You don't look so good. Why don't you go home?” You ask.

“It's not so bad - snrrk!” He says before snorting loudly. “I can deal with it.”

“I see,” you say. And apparently everyone else has to deal with it, too. 

~.~.~.~

You hope you'll get lucky. That Emergen-C and hand sanitizer will save you - but it doesn't. Because a few days later you, too, wake up with an ache in your head and chest and a shiver that won't go away despite several fall layers of clothing. You have a cough that snaps and crackles against your sore throat and the sinus pressure behind your eyes throbs. You haven't even made it out of bed before you're overtaken by a round of three loud sneezes in succession. You’re definitely sick.

Unlike your coworker, you're not about to work through this cold. You feel too lousy, and the fever you're running is way too high to ignore. It's everywhere, this fever: deep in your bones, making everything ache from head to toe. You spend the day in bed, shivering and coughing away. The bed becomes a sea of used tissues, the small trashcan long since overflowing. The fever must be making you emotional, because you can't help but tear up a little when your partner finally comes home. 

“Aw, baby,” they say sympathetically. They press their cold hands against your hot cheeks and wet washcloths to cool you down. They climb into bed with you and cuddle you, your throbbing head and streaming nose in their lap, and don't complain about how you're getting snot all over their knee. “Poor love,” they say. “You’ll be better soon.”

You close your eyes and just listen to your partner’s soothing voice. In a few days, this will all be over, you tell yourself. Whatever this cold or flu from hell is, you’ll be back at it by next week. For right now though, you decide to just rely on your partner completely. Let them dote on you, take care of you, and hope you don’t get them - and didn't get too many others - sick, too.

[oh-allie]

and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like...

dr ratio x fem!reader

(sorry if hes ooc i didnt know how to bring out his assholeyness on a first date withour having the reader standing up and leaving his ass)

pt. 2 of then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two

four days before the date.

you made veritas feel icky. his sweaty palms disgusted him, his jumbled thoughts made him feel like hiding in his study and never leaving, and the way even thinking of you made his heart race made him feel like a fool.

so he did what he does best, and he studied. he worked his ass off. researched breathing exercises and studied the human mind. the feelings he'd read about before, ones he swore he'd never stoop so low to feeling, were now what he seeked to bottle up. not completely, for he is still a man. just enough to not feel like such an idiot.

for the next four days before you two planned to meet, he practiced. in front of mirrors, lying in bed thinking of you; he worked day and night to get back to his normal self. he even suppressed his giddiness and raging thoughts about you enough to get two good days of work in.

7 hours before the date.

ratio is a methodical man. he plans and he executes.

he did not plan to wake up at 3 in the morning the day of your date. and he can’t get back to sleep. he's done his calming breathing exercises, he’s focused his muscle groups, hes counted sheep. he is NOT getting any more rest.

so now hes sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands like that one picture of shinji. a plethora of thoughts are racing through his head,

“what if i look like shit later today?

...i’ll need to wear concealer with my eyeliner today…

...i’m so fucking tired.”

but it's mainly you. what if he messes up, what if he's too rude or snarky? what if you don't really like who he is, like everyone else?

3 hours before the date.

you know how in films the dorky loser main character practices in front of the mirror before talking to their crush? veritas seemed to take it to heart, as he's standing here, leaning on his sink counter, staring at his own reflection (which he spent the last four hours on) and practicing what he’ll do.

his mind is organized and going over what he’ll do (although he's heavily suppressing the jumbled nervous thoughts that are running rampant in the back of his head) but it’s okay! ‘cause this doctor has a plan..!

talk about her outfit

ask her why she was interested in you

… the weather ?

surely the conversation will flourish from there. yeah. he’s totally prepared.

30 minutes before the date.

of course he’s 30 minutes early. if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up. that's his philosophy. although he's kinda hoping you don’t show up early too. his deep breathing exercises will take at least another 20 minut-

29 minutes before the date.

shit.

he watches as you enter the cafe, nodding to the barista and looking for a table. he notices you noticing him. your eyes light up and you sent a quick wave as you hurry over. but- wait, just a second- he’s not ready! he hasn't even started his affirmatio-

“hey! i guess we had the same idea, huh?” you chuckle, situating yourself and your bag onto your chair.

uh-oh, he’s just staring at you again. well, that's actually completely and totally 100% your fault! he was in the middle of DEEP-BREATHING. don’t interrupt a guy when he's breathing deeply.

“yes. we did. my philosophy on punctuality is that if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up.” he manages to get out. did that sound too snobbish?

“exactly! if you’re going somewhere, go with a purpose. even if that purpose is to get out as soon as possible, y’know?” you rest your head on your hand and make some relevant motion with the other one.

that's good! that's really good. he just had a conversation with you, just like he wanted. okay, okay. what now? what were his points?... outfit, interest, weather. outfit, interest, weather. outfit…

“are you going to order, veritas?” the sound of his own name from your tongue draws him back to reality. he’d like to hear that again.

“pardon me. yes, i’ll just take a black coffee.” he’s curt and in the back of his mind he's still deciding which point to bring up.

“sooo…. you look lovely. although i almost didn't recognize you without your alabaster head. i like it though.” you say, making small talk. he didn't mind it with you.

‘FUCK she beat me to it’ is what he’s thinking.

“thank you. you look beautiful, as always.” oooo he got you blushing and kicking your feet.

you let out a curt giggle at that, “so, why do you wear that? the alabaster head.” you cock your head to the side a little. you cutie patootie.

“i can’t bear to see idiots. of course, they wouldn't want to see me either.” he replies, matter of factly.

“they’re surely an idiot if they don't want to see you.”

haaah. veritas’ collar feels tighter and his head's getting hot. how's he supposed to react to that? do you have no shame?

and then he implodes because of your overwhelming beauty

okay guys i gotta be honest i have no idea how to conclude rhis ....so idk and then you guys bone or whatever you want ☺️

a/n - i'm so sorry about rhe ending gang but i quite literally could not think of any way to end this and ive been putting it off for weeks so i knew it wasnt getting finished.... whoops! 🤗

dedicated to 🌸 anon <3

(sorry for making you wait so long ml....... 😞)

[shoku-and-awe]

Complicated anxiety post!

I scheduled a fancy haircut thinking I’d be excited by the time it rolled around, and now the free cancellation window has closed but I’m still :|

I know I *need* a haircut. It’s gotten so long that I hate washing it (it clings all the way down my back and literally makes me whimper with grossness). So I wash it less often than I like, and not wanting to wash it makes me put off swimming and exercise and other things that make me feel good. It also gets super tangled and dry, and I have to braid it every night before bed, and if I wear it up/braided too often, it makes my scalp hurt. (Also, the braid falls on my dog when I pick him up and bothers him.)

I know a haircut is inevitable. Both sides are shaved and the ponytail keeps getting thinner and thinner. Also I have several inches of crunchy dead ends.

I want to keep the length because it looks cool to have shaved sides and just a big messy pile on top. (Also: sunk cost fallacy.) I also feel like it’s a compromise with Japanese beauty standards: I don’t really perform femininity, and societal pressure is so strong, and also having long hair like a pretty lady makes me less threatening as a scary foreigner; I don’t also need to look unfeminine or uncategorizable.

(The pressure here is really next level. People say “I’ve noticed you don’t wear makeup” in the tone I’d use for “I’ve noticed you don’t wear pants.” I once asked my Japanese ex why she did a full face of makeup just to run to 7-11, and she said, “It’s just basic manners.” It’s really hard to not conform! And I already don’t conform. (Should that make it easier? Sure! Does it? Fuck off with your logic—hair does not operate on logic!))

Making it harder is that my face is fatter than the last time I had short hair. (And older.) It probably won’t look good anymore! And even if it does, I don’t think I’ll be able to see it, and I will walk away shaken.

I could make a less dramatic change, but I’m not sure how viable that will actually be. Transitioning an undercut is complicated, and I’ve had hairstylists here respond to suggestions with “Yeah, that’s just not possible” (and Japan = rules do not bend). Also, pricewise, this is not a place I’d go for a trim; I went and called in the experts, and I’m not ready for them.

Also, time pressure. If I’m going back to bangs, I have to do it well before warm weather hits and we’re doing concrete jungle with 80% humidity. I’ve made that mistake before. You need a transition period. Emotionally, and to train your hair!

The one uncomplicated upside is that I have a cool silver stripe in my hair if it’s parted a certain way, so I can finally get my haircut that makes me Rogue! I’ve wanted that for years.

I plan to consult with the stylist, but I’m honestly no longer sure enough to know what to say. And I told him that it was a big haircut but I knew what I wanted!

要するに, it would be so much easier if this war was just society vs. my preferred expression/presentation. There’s other parties begging me to cut: exercise!!! hygiene!!!! scalp pain (grim!)!!! my little dog!!!

[btsficsandsuch]

Hi! Can you write about Jungkook having to take care of his pregnant wife, as she has some difficulties in her pregnancy. Jk is just really concerned and gentle with her, wanting to grant her every wish, he also babies her, because he considers her really fragile. It would make me really happy 💜💜

Hope you like this!

Perfect Little Family

“Hey it’s going to be okay. We will get through this.”, your husband Jungkook spoke as he reached over taking your hand in his. You didn’t have the words to respond. You felt bad because you knew Jungkook was terrified but he was doing his best to put on a brave face for you. Being 8 months pregnant was terrifying in itself but now with the news that there may be complications, you feel completely petrified and unsure of what to do. Thankfully the doctor walked in to finally give some answers.

“Okay Y/N. After running some tests we’re going to diagnose you with preeclampsia. I know that sounds scary but you’re in good hands. We just want to be able to keep your little girl inside of you as long as we can but the health and safety of both of you is our first priority. I’m going to give you a prescription to help manage your blood pressure. Getting rest is also recommended. I also want to see you twice a week until you’re ready to deliver. Our goal is to get you to 37 weeks at minimum but we’ll take it day by day.” All you could do is nod. There was so much information being thrown at you and not what you wanted to hear. Thankfully Jungkook was there to ask all the questions. You could hear him asking about your diet, exercising, stress management. It was like he came prepared with a list of questions and he was closely listening to the doctors answers making lots of mental notes. You’d never been happier to have him with you than within that moment.

The ride home from the doctors appointment was silent on your end. Jungkook did his best to try and take your mind off of things. You knew he was desperate when he gave you an exaggerated opera performance of the newest Taylor Swift song that was playing on the radio but when he didn’t even get a smile from you he knew what you needed instead. He reached over grabbing your left hand that you had tucked into the pocket of your (his) hoodie giving it a squeeze, “Y/N, I know this is scary and we didn’t plan it to be this way but I know it’s going to work out. You have one of the best doctors in Seoul who happens to specialize in this condition. I’m going to be here every step of the way. We’ll get through this.” “I know Kookie. Thank you for being here with me.”, you manage to whisper. You felt terrible for essentially ignoring him the last couple hours when he’s done nothing but try and comfort you.

Once home you immediately make your way to the kitchen realizing just how hungry you are but before you can even reach for a pan Jungkook wraps his arms around you gently pulling you away from the stove. “Go lay down Y/N. I’ll make you something to eat. You need to rest, remember?”, he says before giving your neck a kiss. “Kookie I can manage making myself a grilled cheese.”, you smiled. He shook his head, “Nope, let’s go lay down. I’m not asking again.” “I like this new demanding Jungkook.”, you said as you watched his cheeks turn red. Not wanting to argue with him you went to your bedroom and put on your favorite movie before getting under the covers.

Not long afterwards Jungkook came walking in with a grilled cheese sandwich, a small side salad, and apple slices. “Thank you so much Kookie. This looks amazing.”, you said taking the tray from him. The rest of the day was spent cuddling in bed and relaxing trying to let the stress from earlier go.

The next few weeks were hectic to say the least. Two doctors appointments a week took a toll on you. Jungkook barely left your sided. He cooked all your meals and brought them to you in bed except the one time he made soup and was worried you’d spill it on yourself in the bed so you got to come sit at the kitchen table but only after he carried you there. He was adamant that he had to be at all the appointments, even missing out on a few important meetings though you begged him to go to work and that you’d be okay with your mom taking you but he refused. You were currently getting ready to take a shower that he insisted on being in the bathroom for. As you were removing your clothes you looked over at your husband sitting on the edge of the bathtub staring at you with a smile. “Are you sure you didn’t want to be in here just so you could see me naked?”, you chuckled. “I want to be in here to make sure you don’t slip or get too tired from standing so long or what if you drop your shampoo bottle and can’t pick it up? You being naked is just a bonus.”, he smirked.

The shower was much needed and you felt relaxed and ready for sleep. Even though you spend much of your day in bed you didn’t get much actual sleep. The two of you were laying in bed together when you looked over and noticed Jungkook was still awake. “Hey you okay?”, you asked. He nodded, “Yeah just thinking. You’re at 37 weeks tomorrow and you have an appointment. What if the doctor says it’s time?” You were a little taken back because the last few weeks he had been your rock. “Then we’ll take it hour by hour just like we’ve been doing day by day. As long as I have you with me then we’ll get through this.”, you said squeezing his hand reassuringly.

At some point you must’ve drifted off because you were woken up when you heard Jungkook softly speaking. You thought maybe he was having a dream but then you realized he had his head resting just below your chest while he was rubbing gentle circles on your bump. You slowed your breathing so you could try and hear what he was saying. “Hey baby girl, it’s your dad. We have to be quiet because mommy is sleeping. I know we haven’t talked in a while but things have been so crazy lately. You’re really giving us quite a scare right now. It’s not your fault though. The doctor said it can happen to anyone. I tried to do everything I could to make it easier for her but I still feel like I’m not doing enough. I’m trying my hardest to be brave for mommy but the truth is I’m scared too. What if something happens to either of you? I don’t know what I’d do. Your mom has an appointment tomorrow and they might decide that we get to meet you early. I’m really excited for that and I know your mom is ready to get you out but we’re both nervous so be easy on us tomorrow, especially your mom. I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you. Sleep well baby girl.”, he finished with a soft kiss to your bump.

You felt him start to stir and not wanting him to know you were listening you quickly closed your eyes pretending to be asleep but you could feel your heart filling with love at the man sleeping next to you. The next day the two of you went to your appointment, hospital bag included just incase.

After a small wait the doctor finally came in and shook both of your hands. “Well Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that you safely made it to 37 weeks which is what we were hoping for. The bad news is that the tests we ran today show that your preeclampsia is worsening so I am going to recommend that we admit you to labor and delivery immediately. We will bring you a wheelchair and one of the nurses will take you up to your room.” The doctor gave a quick smile before heading out the door and before the door was even fully closed you released the tears you were holding in. Jungkook immediately noticed and began wiping at them with his thumbs, “It’s going to be okay Y/N. The hospital staff is going to take good care of both of you and I’m going to be here every step of the way. Just think, this time tomorrow we could be holding our daughter in our arms.” You smiled and leaned up for a kiss. Again he was putting on a brave face for you when you were falling apart.

The next several hours went by in a blur. Your beautiful daughter was born at 4:55am and was happy and healthy. “She’s beautiful. She looks just like her dad.”, you said looking up at Jungkook who had tears in his eyes as he looked down at the baby resting on your chest. “She’s just as gorgeous as her mom.”, he said wiping away the tears while looking at his perfect and healthy little family.

[storm-angel989]

Sorry if I keep blowing up your ask box, but is it possible to get a part 2 on Val’s daughter being insecure? Maybe Vel x Vox’s daughter noticing her cousin still isn’t emotionally feeling great no matter how much she smiles and reassures her. Also, maybe have Val and his wifey figure out the sitch too? Again, sorry if I’m blowing up your ask box!

Hey there,

You’re not blowing up my inbox! I did have to give her cousin a nickname. I went with Bee- ambigous enough that you can come up with a name for her yourself. Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

It’s been a week since Aunt Velvette asked me to babysit. 

Not that it mattered, but my Saturday mornings had typically been filled with Bee. This Saturday, however,  my alarm went off at its usual time. I wandered out, expecting to find my baby cousin, Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox out in the kitchen, like I did every Saturday morning. Instead, I found Uncle Vox sitting, drinking his coffee alone at the kitchen table.

“Hey kiddo,” he greeted me. “Eggs are in the pan, and I made french toast if you’re hungry.”

“Where is Aunt Vel?” I asked. 

“She and Bee went to the studio early for a shoot. You’re free to do as you please- Dad and Mom send their love. They’ll be home next week,” Vox said casually. 

That feeling fluttered in my stomach at his words. Why was it that she got to go with her Mom and mine couldn’t be bothered to even come home? My Uncle Vox gave me a kiss on the forehead and a quick goodbye before leaving me utterly and completely alone. 

A kiss on the forehead, watching him step on the elevator, and for the first time in a long time, I was completely alone with zero responsibility. Unsure of what to do, I went to my room and gathered up my swim things. My stomach knotted in anxiety as I paged for a limo to bring me to the school. Despite Uncle Vox’s warning that I couldn’t exercise my feelings away, it wouldn’t hurt to try. I just needed to not get caught and persuaded into talking about my feelings this time. 

An hour passed. Then two. Another hour of jogging. An hour and a half of yoga. I was home in the shower by the time the clock ticked four- an hour before anyone was due home. By the time five o’clock came around, I was longing in my bed in my pajamas, too tired to feel much of anything. 

“Reader!” My cousin squealed as my door slammed open. 

Little arms jumped into my bed and wrapped their arms around my neck. I sat up and returned her hug as she gave me a grin.

“Why didn’t you come to the studio?” She demanded as she sat on my lap. “I missed you! I made you pictures- Mommy has them on the kitchen table! Daddy said dinner is gonna be ready soon!” 

The knot in my stomach reappeared with her words. 

“Reader? You okay?” My cousin asked.

I felt her hands grab my face and she scowled as she looked at me.

“You look sad. Do you have a boo boo?” She demanded.

I took her hands off my face and lowered them as carefully as I could. 

“No, Bee. I just don’t feel good,” I muttered. Guilt washed over me as I saw her face crumble. I pulled her to me in a hug and released her. “I’m going to take a nap, okay? Let your Dad and Mom know, I’ll eat later,” I told her.

“Oh kay,” she replied as she hopped off my bed. “We’ll play later.” 

 I didn’t answer her and waited until the door closed before burying myself under my covers. No part of me wanted to play with her, and even worse, the feeling I fought so hard to keep away was now back in full force. It wasn’t her fault, but I wasn’t in the mood to be around her, or anyone else for that matter. I turned on the TV for background noise and closed my eyes. 

I woke up at one point to the feeling of Velvette’s hand on my forehead. 

“No fever,” she said softly. “Babygirl. Wake up, it’s dinner time.” 

“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled in response as I squirmed away from her touch. 

She pulled her hand away. Footsteps retreated and I heard the door close. I closed my eyes tighter. Good. Nothing felt right and I wanted to be left alone. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep.

All too soon, my alarm clock buzzed. I reached out and smacked at it as I dragged myself out from under the covers. I rubbed my eyes as I made my way down the hallway. Despite my wish, sleep didn’t help either. Not only that, but my headache from lack of food and water the day before. I needed advil, and at least a bottle of sweet sixteen before I talked to anyone. 

“Reader!” Bee’s voice screamed from the living room. 

I winced and before I could stop it, she tackled me in full force, her arms wrapped around my legs.

“Morning Bee,” I winced as I plastered a smile on my face.

“Uncle Val is here!” She said excitedly. 

That got my attention. I jerked my head towards the kitchen to see my father sitting next to my Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette, a cup of coffee in his hand. As quickly as I could, I disentangled myself from Bee. He stood up and I jumped into his arms. 

“Daddy,” I whispered as I hugged him. “Daddy, you’re home.” 

“I am, bebita princessa,” he said softly as he held me. “Mom isn’t far behind.” He kissed the top of my forehead. “We’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I replied as I hugged him tighter. “I missed you alot.” 

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Akaashi -cry a lot

You knew you cried a little more than most, over the littlest things. But with Bokuto being your big brother you were never one to hide your emotions. But once you started dating Akaashi you tried to hide most of them. For instance the other day he came home to find you crying while fighting your phone. “Love? What’s wrong?”

“Stupid phone won’t stay charged. Every time i move it falls or unplugs and I can’t not move because I was trying to grade these papers and I just… I got frustrated and I started crying, I’m sorry.” You covered your face as the hot sensation ran down your face. Akaashi smiled walking over to you placing your already graded papers aside and grabbed your phone, he took his charger out switching yours with his. You sighed as the phone stayed charging as he climbed into bed, kissing your forehead gently.

“It’s okay, love. Everyone gets frustrated, it’s normal.” He wiped your tears before kissing you softly. “I brought food home from your favorite restaurant, let’s clear the bed and eat. We can even watch your favorite movie okay?” You nodded your head feeling much better as he disappeared into the kitchen.

There are other times when you just feel embarrassed. Like this morning, you slept peacefully next to Akaashi, he shook you gently as you slept. “Hm.”

“Baby, I think you started your monthly.” You jumped up looking at the sheet quickly seeing red. You ran to the bathroom cleaning yourself as much as you could before grabbing a pad. When you walked out the bathroom you saw him removing the sheet. He looked at you in time to see you darting out the room tears in the corner of your eyes. He followed you at the sound of cabinets closing harshly. “What are you doing?”

“I thought we still had some club soda. Y-you think you can run to the store and get some?” When you turned around you saw Akaashi looking at you weirdly. “I need club soda and salt, it should get the stain out, or stop it from staining. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good sheet.” Akaashi dropped the sheet walking over to you to cup your face.

“It’s just a sheet, love. I can afford another one. It’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around you holding you closely. “It happens, it’s okay. I’m not at all mad at you or anything okay? It’s just a sheet. Any guy who gets mad over a sheet is not a man, he’s a boy. No matter how much it cost, okay?” You nodded your head sighing into him as he rubbed circles on your back. “I’ll run you a hot bath and let you soak, then I’ll run out and replace this sheet. I’ve been meaning to get rid of it anyway.” You laughed lightly as he walked you to the bathroom.

You knew you were tired of crying, even if it’s frustrated tears, or just embarrassed ones, to even crying over nothing. And you figured it must be getting tiring for Akaashi too. And with thanksgiving coming up, you made sure you’d try your hardest to keep it inside until you were alone. And you were doing well, you were proud of yourself, no disturbances at work or at home. You felt good about yourself but shitty about lying to Akaashi every time he asked if you were okay. Then thanksgiving came, Okiawa’s team was getting ready for a match the next week, and asked your brother and Akaashi to help train them and prepare them for it. They didn’t mind seeing it was good exercise, for Akaashi anyway. Bokuto is always full of energy, he just pulls from thin air.

The food was already done, and spaced out placed perfectly on the table, now everyone was chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the boys to arrive. You were coming back to the living room with two water bottles prepared for them when they got back. You stopped in your tracks as two girls talked, one girl sat on the arm of the couch as the other sat beside her. “I could never be with someone who cries a lot.”

“Seriously, do you think she cries having sex? I mean, Akaashi is fine and all, but why put up with that.”

“I saw her cry and apologize for running into someone. They had to apologize for making her cry.” That’s not right, you spilt hot coco on a very expensive employee, your boss. Of course you cried, he felt terrible about it, sure, but he explained that his wife will get the stain out. You were just worried you’d get fired. Before you could correct the boy, your brother walked in full of energy as always and right behind him, your drained boyfriend.

“Hey love.” Akaashi kissed you quickly before Bokuto hugged you.

“Hey sis.”

“Drink.” You handed him a water watching him down it before handing the other to Akaashi. You watched him take small sips before he screwed the cap back on placing the bottle on the counter. You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, shampoo hitting your nose letting you know they both showered before coming over. “Food is all done, my love.” He sighed letting you go before calling out to everyone to come eat. The dinner went by smoothly the girls didn’t speak more on their subject and you didn’t think twice on it.

Until school started again you were having a very off day, you spilt your coffee after tripping on your foot on the way to work, your computer stopped working so you couldn’t give your presentation, your boss called you into his office to tell you, you had to watch someone else’s class for a minute while they ran their child to the doctors, some kid got gum stuck to your chair while you were teaching getting it on your nice skirt after you sat back down, you ran face first into the teacher once they returned getting their coffee all over your burgundy shirt. You were so ready to be home to Akaashi only to find out he got called into work. You sighed before you felt the tears weld up. You ran to the bathroom locking the door as the tears fell. All the emotions you bottled up came crashing down. You didn’t hear the sound of your bedroom door opening over the sobs that left your mouth.

“Love? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” I could never be with someone who cries a lot. Suddenly the girls voiced filled your head. “Just… fine.”

“Baby, can I come in?” You sighed leaning up to unlock the door watching him poke his head in. “Oh love.” Your clothes stains and smelt like coffee, you were sure you’re sticking to the floor do to the gum on your butt, which thankfully happened at the end of the day so no one could make fun of you, your hair was a mess from all the running around from one class to another. “What happened?”

“Kids, kids happened. Promise me when we have one, they will be polite and responsible. And never, ever, swallow a rock that will make me have to bring them to the doctor.”

“what?”

“Mrs. Tadashi’s son swallowed a rock the size of a quarter and the roundness of a ping pong ball. So I had to watch my class and hers, and her class is so.. mean and they don’t listen. One kid stuck a piece of gum on my chair and now it’s stuck to my nice shirt. I dropped my coffee on the way to work, and I… I’m sorry. I know you much be tired of this.” Akaashi sat down in front of you, crossing his legs placing his hands on your bend knees.

“Tired of what?”

“Me. I’m always crying over the littlest things, I watched a documentary about a three legged dog who had polio and I wanted to ball my eyes out. I get frustrated, I cry, I get embarrassed, I cry, someone yells at me or even tells me I’m doing something wrong, I cry, someone-“

“Love, I get it.” He scooted closer to you rubbing your sticky hair off your face. “I grew up with Bokuto, I played sports with him. Your brother changes moods faster than I change my clothes. I rather deal with crying than mood swings, but I know how to handle them. The crying doesn’t bother me, if I can’t help you get through one bad day or one embarrassing day, then I have no right to love you. No right to ask you to marry me.” You looked up at him crying more.

“what?”

“Work didn’t call me in, I went to Bokutos to get the ring. Horrible day to propose and I know that. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if our kids get to be as considerate and nice as you, I hit the jackpot. You could’ve told your boss you had enough on your plate, but you didn’t, you wanted to help a mom whose child swallowed a rock. And that’s why I love you, you care about the little things, that’s all that matters to me.”

“I’m one lucky girl to call you my husband, Aka. But can you say you’ll deal with this for the rest of your life, you could be having a worse day than I had today, and I could be crying over spilled food.”

“I’d just smile, because even on my worse days, just seeing you here makes it better. Plus I get to make you feel better which helps me. It’s nice to be needed.”

“I want to be able to make your day better instead of you trying to cheer me up.”

“Well you won’t be crying every time I have a bad day, you’ll get to cheer me up too. Plus you’ve handled your emotions well the past few weeks. I could tell it was killing you on days it mattered, but on days it didn’t you handled it well.”

“If you knew I was hiding my emotions from you, why didn’t you say something?”

“I knew when you were ready you’d come to me, or I’d find you on the bathroom floor like today, I knew whenever that day came, I’d be here ready to help.”

“You are amazing. I love you.” He smiled wiping your tears before kissing you softly.

“So does this mean, you’ll marry me?”

“My answer was always gonna be yes, Aka.”

[farity]

There is only one bed, part 2

Pairing: Modern AU Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  Spies running from a common enemy find refuge in a tiny inn.

Warnings:  Smut

Points if you recognize the side characters’ names.  Also: no, your name is not Jan.  It’s a meme.

part 1

“The drive.  Give me the drive.”

When he didn’t move, the guy aiming the gun at your head cocked it and you kept your breathing steady through the terror that ran through you.  Training, you went through your training, remembering breathing exercises, how to keep your muscles from tensing.  You glanced at the guy who had very recently fucked your brains out.

His face revealed nothing, his stance was relaxed.  “The one with the porn?”

You heard, in the distance, a car.  Another one.  That couldn’t possibly be good.  It stopped down the road, not like the previous car you’d heard earlier.

“Give me the fucking drive or I kill your little girlfriend.”

He smiled, “I picked her up earlier, don’t even know her name.”

The next thing you felt was a hard thump on the back of your head, and you fell to the floor, your vision blurry.  He lunged towards the asshole who’d hit you and the other guy fired.

You saw him fall back at the same moment that the door slammed open and three men rushed in.  They were shouting in High Valyrian, your weakest language, and you caught something like “man down”.  

He was saying something to them and before you lost consciousness you thought you heard him say something like “friend.”

* * * * * 

You awoke in a government hospital and the first face you saw was Lou’s.  Your boss was dressed in a sharp suit as always, her blonde bob swinging as she spoke on her cell phone.  “She’s awake, gotta go.”  She smiled down at you.  “Good to see you, kid.”

“Where is he?”

“Who?”

You sat up. “The guy, the Westerosi agent who was with me.”

Lou raised an eyebrow.  “You were brought to us by two agents from Dragonstone, who said you’d been caught up in one of their missions.”

You nodded, “yeah, there was a wounded agent I patched up, he was shot right before I passed out.”

“They didn’t mention that.”

The doctor walked in, gave you an update.  You’d been out a couple of days with a concussion but the swelling in your brain had gone down and your vitals were good.  You could go home the next day if things stayed the same overnight.

You barely listened, your mind elsewhere.  You caught Lou’s eye, and you could tell she was reading every thought in your head.

“I have to go,” Lou said, “rest and I’ll talk to you tomorrow once you’re home.  Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded as she left, her brisk steps fading as she walked down the hallway.

* * * * * 

Five weeks later you were ready to kick someone’s face in.  Nobody had any answers for you.  You had even called the Dragonstone agency and explained that you wanted to ask some questions of their agent.  Very important questions for your boss at your agency.  If he was alive, if he was still working for them, no one would tell you anything.  

You had even thought of asking Lou if she could ask her contacts, but asking your boss to locate a guy because he’d made you come twice was hardly the most professional thing in the world.  You liked your job and didn’t want to be sidelined because you got hung up on some guy whose name you didn’t even know.

Maybe you could get one of your hacker friends to locate him.  Hey, can you find this guy, tall, gorgeous, amazing ass and stellar dick?  You rubbed your eyes, wondering if a shower would help.  

You walked towards your bedroom, leaving a string of clothes as you reached your bathroom.  Would you ever find him?  You’d known him for less than a day but there had been a connection and it wasn’t just sex.  Mind-blowing, amazing sex.  Sex that had ruined you forever.

He had to be alive.  Even if you could just find out if he was ok, maybe that would be enough.  Sure, Jan, you told yourself.  You showered quickly, putting on your favorite robe after.  

Lou had left a message on your phone, something about all the time off you had accumulated and to fucking take it before it disappeared.  You’d been doing admin stuff since you got out of the hospital, but when you reached your laptop, all the files you had been working on were gone. Fucking Lou.

Maybe you’d travel.  Take a few weeks, bum around the continent, avoid heading towards Dragonstone. 

Who were you kidding, the only place you wanted to go to was Dragonstone so you could snoop around.  Like you were going to turn a corner and bump into him coming out of a Starbucks.  Did they even have Starbucks in Dragonstone?  

And then there was the thought you tried to ignore.  What if he was fine?  Alive and kicking, and simply didn’t care?  What if he had moved on to his next mission - and the next girl - while you were flopping around your place like a moron, completely hung up on him?  

Your phone buzzed and when you picked it up there was a text from your ever-omniscient boss.

Answer the door.

Um, no one has rung the door, Lou, you thought as the doorbell rang.

You opened the door and there he was, alive and fucking gorgeous, standing before you.

Every thought in your head evaporated as you looked at him.  His hair was a little longer, and he was dressed in black, like he had been back then.  You knew your mouth had dropped open but no sounds were coming out.

* * * * * 

She was well.  Alive and whole and healthy.  A little pale, but she looked good.  More than good, Aemond thought.

He shifted his weight from one foot to another, suddenly nervous.  He hadn’t given a thought to what would happen now, to what she would say or do.  

“Hello,” he said, because she wasn’t saying anything.  She was just staring at him, one hand clutching the lapels of her robe.

“You’re alive.”

“Yes.”

“You were shot.”

“Yes.”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him into her home, closing the door.  She stood a couple of feet away from him, still staring.  “Was it bad?”

This time he nodded.  He wouldn’t tell her how bad just now.  

She let out a strangled sob and covered her mouth.  “I tried,” she said breathlessly.  “I looked for you.”

Fuck it, he thought, and reached out to envelop her in his arms.  She started crying and he heard so much fear and anger as well as relief in her tears.  “I believe you,” he whispered into her hair.  She had freed her arms and wrapped them around his neck and he could no longer wait.  He began kissing her neck, the sweet scent of her skin one he had dreamed of every night since that day in the inn.  

She turned to meet his mouth with hers, fisted one hand in his hair while he lifted her up.  Her robe, which had barely been tied together, began slipping off as she wrapped her legs around him.  “Bedroom,” she ordered, “last room on the left.”

He made his way to her room, barely remembered to kick off his shoes before he lowered her to the bed.  “I’ve dreamed of you,” he said against her lips, and felt her smile.  “Every night.  Every fucking night, you torment me.”

“Likewise, dragon boy,” she replied, and he smiled at her.

“Aemond,” he told her.  “My name is Aemond.  Targaryen.”  

She told him her name and then pushed him onto his back.  “Wait,” she tucked her hair behind her ear.  “Where were you shot?”

He raised the t-shirt he was wearing, and first she saw the cut she’d treated.  It was a neat thin line and she smiled.  “That healed up nicely.”  He sat up then, removed his sweater, then began to pull off the t-shirt.  

“It looks worse than it is,” he warned.

He tossed the shirt to the side and let her look.

“Fuck.”

The scar was jagged and ugly, and it was right over his heart.

“They got it out.”

“How far?”

He looked at her, shook his head in confusion.

“How far from your heart?”

He smiled gently.  “Less than a millimeter.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, looked away from him, unable to speak.

“I’m here.  I got a second chance,” he murmured.  “And I don’t plan on wasting it.”

With that, he reached for her.

* * * * * 

Less than a millimeter, you thought.  You would make that millimeter count, you decided, as he grabbed you and pulled you down to the bed.  You ran your hands down his chest, gently skimming over the scars until you’d reached the waistband of his jeans and felt him shiver against you.  

He reached down, undoing the button and zipper and then started pulling off your robe, the thin cotton giving easily as he bared you.  “I never got to take my time with you,” he said, and your heart started pounding with anticipation.  He slowly gazed at you from head to toe and when he looked back up, his eyes were almost feral.

He cradled your face in one hand as he loomed over you, kissed your temple before his hand slipped down to your throat and you arched against him, pressing one of your own hands over his.  He kissed you then, hungrily, nipping at your jaw as he made his way to your neck.  There he feasted, edges of teeth and soft swipes of tongue, until you began whimpering, wanting him inside you.

He pulled back to finish removing his clothes, but before you could reach for him, he turned you over, spreading your legs with his knee before settling half on you, half on the bed.  You felt him push your hair out of the way so he could nip at the nape of your neck while he reached around and his fingers began moving between your legs.  

You’d dreamed of those dexterous, long fingers of his, frustrated yourself with your own many times, and a long moan escaped you as he reached deep inside you. 

“Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head,  “No,” you managed as he sucked some of the skin at your nape between his teeth.  

His fingers moved slowly within you, and you gasped when he spread them open, widening you.  “I remember how tight you felt,” he murmured.  “I remember everything about that day.  The way you looked, the way you felt, I couldn’t get away from you.  Not during the day, and certainly not at night.”

His voice had darkened, each word said against your skin like a prayer.  His fingers were pumping inside you now, your hips matching his pace, and soon you arched against him, your body taut, a gasp escaping you as you came.  

He was kissing your shoulder, slowly removing his fingers from inside you as he turned you onto your back.  “I cannot wait any longer,” he whispered as he reached down and began aligning himself with you.  When he started pushing inside you, you gasped, remembering how he had felt all those months ago.  

“God, yes,” you breathed out as he began filling you.  Nothing had felt as good as he did right now.  He pushed your knees back, struggling to move slowly as he sank into you.  When he was finally seated fully inside you, he closed his eyes for a moment.

“You feel so fucking good, sweet.”

* * * * * 

“LIkewise, dragon boy,” she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips.  

Aemond pressed his forehead against hers.  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he started, and felt her fingertips pressed against his mouth.

“You really need to stop that, Aemond,” she said, and the sound of his name in her lips made him deliriously happy.  “I can take it, and I would really, really like you to fuck me now.”

He needed no further invitation.  Rearing back, he thrust hard, the sound she made somewhere between a moan and a purr, and he did it again, hips snapping as his restraint began to slip.  He took her hands in his, pressing them into the mattress above her head.  “Yes,” she whispered, “fuck yes.”  She tightened around him and he let out a familiar string of curses in High Valyrian.

“What did you just call me?” she smirked up at him.

He took her mouth in a bruising kiss as his hips continued to pound against her.  “Vile,” he murmured, “enchantress.”  He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, then released it when she whimpered.  

He could feel her thighs shaking, her breathing becoming more and more ragged, and he began to drive faster, her cries encouraging him as he lost himself in her.  “Please,” she begged.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and she threw her head back, a hoarse scream ripped from her throat as she came.  He managed to ride out her contractions until finally, he surrendered, letting her take him with her.

* * * * * 

The blurriness in your head began to dissipate, slowly, as Aemond kissed your temple.  “Hmm,” he murmured, “that was worth the wait.”

You couldn’t manage to put two words together in your mind, and simply enjoyed the warmth of him as he held you.  Your fingertips found their way back to the ugly scar over his heart, brushing over it as if you could erase it completely.  A thought had began to form in your head, a question you needed answered.

“How did you find me?”

He looked down at you, surprised by the sudden question.  “Your boss knows my old CO, Deb.”

“Lou?”

“Yep.  She sent Deb a text ‘for your wounded dragon’ and it had your name on it."

You shook your head, confused.  “Wait, if she knew to give you my name, why couldn’t Lou just ask for your name?”

“I guess she wanted to know if I would run with it.”  He caressed your cheek.  “I had to wait until I could leave the hospital, which was three more weeks.”

“So why didn’t you just call, or email?”

He leaned in and kissed you gently.  “I was terrified.  If I called and someone else answered the phone.  If I emailed you and you never replied.  I decided I would show up, look you in the eye, and if you wanted nothing to do with me, then I could turn around and walk away, but I needed to see it in your face.  Whether you wanted me or not.”

“I tried,” you said.  “I tried so hard.  There was nothing, absolutely nothing on any of the usual threads.  Not about your team, not about a wounded agent, nothing.”

“I don’t exist,” he said simply.  “My name isn’t listed anywhere.  If we’d all gotten killed the agency would have never acknowledged us.”

“Your family?” you asked, wondering about parents, siblings.

He smiled.  “They think I’m in the arctic.  Eventually they would have received a letter stating that I was working for the government and was KIA.  No return address, no phone number.  The moment the envelope is opened, the ink begins to fade so within a couple of hours the page is blank.  And it doesn’t show up on photographs or video.”

“Fuck.”

“I knew that going in.”  He pulled you closer.  “I also knew I had a deadline.”

You reached up, brushed a lock of his hair out of his face.  “What is it?”

“Turning thirty.”  

“When is that?”

He smiled.  “Today.”

* * * * * 

She baked him a cake.  She only had ingredients for a plain vanilla sponge, but the buttercream was so good, he ended up eating half of it before she smacked his hand and made him sit at the table. 

“And she bakes, too,” he’d said, admiringly, when she started pulling out ingredients.  

“I am multitalented.”  She lit one of the candles sitting on the little shelf by the TV.  “But I have no little candles, so this will have to do.”  She brought over the massive three-wick-candle, made him blow it out before she’d let him cut into the cake.  It was a little wonky and there was only enough buttercream for the filling and middle since he’d eaten half of it.  

He watched her over his slice of cake.  “What about you?  Any plans for the future?”

“Well,” she smiled, “not many of us live to see middle age, so I always thought I’d do research or translating when I was done with field work.  Plus I want to travel.  Like, actually see the places I’ve been sent to, like a regular tourist.”

“I know what you mean,” he said, “I’ve been to so many places and not enjoyed any of them.”

“Does that mean anything?” she asked, indicating the ring he wore on his pinky.  

Aemond looked at his hand, smiled.  “My sister gave it to me before I left.  Something about threads of green, threads of black, weaving something or other.  She gets strange thoughts sometime, but she’s cool.”  He speared his fork into another piece of cake.  “I keep it hidden unless I’m on my own time.  This is really fucking good,” he added before taking a huge bite.

“All that sugar is going to leave you with a massive headache.  Here,” she refilled his glass, “drink more water.”

He did, and got up to do the dishes while she sat at the counter.  He had spent most of the past decade forgetting or ignoring his birthday and now she’d baked a cake for him.  

“Look, I just need to say something-”

“Oh shit,” she replied, but was smiling at him.  “You’re married with seven adorable, but unruly, children.”

He gave her a look.  “No.  I wouldn’t have tracked you down here just for sex. This is going to sound incredibly naïve, considering what we do for a living, but it’s like I can envision-”

“A future.”

“With you.”

He said nothing for a few seconds, only watched her as she looked up at him.  “Come with me.  Let’s go see the world.  Not from safe houses or sniper points.”

She smiled.  “I don’t know, I’m an excellent shot.”

He smiled back, but extended his hand out.  And waited.

And then she stood, walked around the counter, and placed her hand in his.

* * * * * 

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[yunhoee]

Synopsis: Living post grad can be tough, especially when most of your friends are just entering their senior year. Your best friend invites you to play a practice game, but there couldn't possibly be ulterior motives could there?

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Genre: non idol!au, soccer player!jongho, soccer player!reader, mainly fluff, suggestive

Wordcount: 2.6k

Note: This was originally a one-shot, but I may write more! Please let me know what you think :)

It’s a wild Friday night. Pajamas are on, you have your favorite comfort show on, and a bucket of ice cream all to yourself. You are casually scrolling through social media. A lot of your friends have moved back in for their final year of college. You graduated the year before them, which at the time you were thrilled to be done. Now seeing them all go back without you hurts. You were the captain of your soccer team, and seeing your teammates prepare for the indoor season without you is a little bit of a bummer. 

You were able to land a corporate job, which you are of course grateful for. Most days are spent alone considering you work from home. You can’t deny the depression that is starting to creep back in. Your phone dings and you smile at the photo that your best friend, Lauren, sends you. The photo shows a smiling Lauren with the rest of your team, and you can see part of the men’s team trying to get into their photo. You chuckle and heart the photo in imessage. You can’t deny the pain you feel knowing you won’t be there this season. 

Turning up your show to try to drown out the sadness seems like the best idea. Until your phone goes off again. 

“You better not be moping all alone right now. We miss you.”

Lauren always has a sense for whenever you’re feeling sad. Something you love and hate about her. Mostly love. 

Nah. I’m at a huge corporate rager. Drunk off my ass, might go home with someone.

Lauren replies almost immediately.

“Okay now I’m actually worried. Why don’t you play in our practice scrimmage tomorrow? The boys have an unfair advantage, so we need all the help we can get.”

You roll your eyes.

Don’t you think that would be a little pathetic? And what unfair advantage could they possibly have? You stomp them at every scrimmage.

As you wait for a response you think about joining your old team. I mean it is just a practice game, and it’s not like you have anything better to do. The exercise would be nice.

“Are you kidding? The team would be thrilled. We miss you all the time :(. The unfair advantage would be Marcus’ friend that is in town. They went to elementary school together when Marcus lived in Korea, and well he’s fucking incredible at soccer.”

You sigh and try not to think too much about your answer. Maybe just going with the flow will work out for me this one time.

Damn all you had to say was Marcus and I’m in. I can’t wait to see his face when we win. Just text me the details and I’ll be there.

Lauren sent you a voice memo of her and the rest of the girls screaming in excitement. You laugh and then start to get ready for bed. The scrimmage is at 9am so you need to make sure you get plenty of sleep. 

Tomorrow comes and before you know it, you’re at the fieldhouse. You’re not sure why you were so nervous because the girls give you an enormous warm welcome. Lauren forces you to start stretching and warming up early since it’s been a few months since you’ve played. As you and Lauren are warming up together, you notice she has the biggest smirk on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?”, You ask.

Lauren giggles, “Don’t hate me. We obviously needed you to beat the boy’s team, but I also had a bit of a side quest.”

You narrow your eyes, “What are you up to?”

Lauren says, “Well Marcus’ friend is super hot and good at soccer. I thought maybe you guys could get to know each other.”

“This was a set up?!” You gasp.

Lauren hushes you, “No one else knows. Even if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, it could be a fun hookup. Just trust me on this.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. He better not be ugly.”

Lauren laughs as the two of you continue to warm up. You can’t deny the butterflies you feel at the idea of this mystery man. Lauren has never been wrong before, so you’re just hoping you can muster up enough courage to be yourself. 

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in”

You immediately know who the voice belongs to. You turn and can’t help but smile.

“I’m not admitting that I missed you”, You say with your hands on your hips.

Marcus laughs and opens his arms. You both embrace until Marcus tries to squeeze the life out of you.

“Okay! Are you trying to squeeze me to death?!” You shout as you wiggle out of his embrace. 

Marcus smiles, “I missed you.”

Lauren interrupts, “Okay okay enough with the flirting, Marcus.”

Marcus recognizes someone behind you, “Over here, Jongho!”

You all turn to see the man that Marcus was calling over. Fuck Lauren was right, he’s gorgeous. He gives your group the cutest smile you’ve ever seen and jogs over to your group. 

Lauren whispers to you, “You’re drooling.”

You lightly smack Lauren’s arm and try not to keep staring at Jongho.

“Alright everyone! This is Jongho. We met when I lived in Korea and he’s here to stomp your asses.” Marcus says as he wraps his arm around Jongho’s shoulder.

Lauren rolls her eyes and puts her arm around you, “Well, Jongho, this is y/n and she’s here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

You are giggling at Lauren when you finally make eye contact with Jongho. He is smiling brightly at you. You’re unable to hide the slight blush that appears on your cheeks. A burst of confidence comes through you. 

“Yeah sorry you came all this way just to have your ass handed to you” You say with a smirk. 

The teams are laughing and you can’t bring yourself to look away from Jongho. The sexual tension is undeniable. He steps closer to you and you refuse to back down from eye contact, even when you have to look up to meet his eyeline.

Jongho looks down at you flirtatiously, “You’re a mouthy one aren’t you. I like that.”

He walks towards his side of the field, the rest of the boys follow after him. While you’re momentarily frozen in your spot. You can’t believe someone as beautiful as him said that to you. 

Lauren drags you back to your side of the field while you continually thank her for making you come. She continues to nod her head with that ‘I told you so’ look. You can’t even argue with her because she was oh so right.  

Your team is huddled and hyping each other up. You are all in agreement that you must win this scrimmage no matter what. Even though it’s only a practice game. You will be in your favorite position, center defender. Lauren let you know that Jongho is a forward, so you will definitely be seeing him. Your team all put your hands together.

Before you can break you tell them, “Not one of his balls will get past me.”

Your team cheers and breaks. As you walk to your position, you’re shaking yourself out. You can’t decide if it’s because it’s been awhile since you played or because you’re nervous as fuck. Either way, Jongho is not getting past you. 

For the first 10 minutes you wonder when you will get to play. Both teams are so hyped up that it was really just a battle of the forwards and midfielders for a while. This was good because you were able to watch Jongho in action and see how he plays. Unfortunately for you he is incredible, so this will definitely be a tough match. 

Jongho is the first one to slip through the midfielders and he is barreling right towards you with the ball. You take a deep breath and immediately go into action. He attempts to side step you, but you step directly in front of him and kick the ball between his legs. Jongho wasn’t prepared for you to be able to disable him so quickly that he didn’t have time to slow his body down. The force causes Jongho to fall, bringing you down with him. You immediately jump back up, only to sag in relief when you see Lauren is on the other side of the field with the ball.

“Are you okay?!” You see a frantic Jongho searching all over you to make sure he didn’t cause you harm.

You laugh, “I’m fine. Better luck next time.”

You can see that Jongho is taken aback by you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so incredibly good at defense, and also not afraid to put yourself directly in his path. He can’t help but admire you, but he will also not be misjudging you again. 

Before leaving, he can’t help but brush the few hairs that are in your face out of the way. He tucks them behind your ear, and then runs off to the other side of the field. Leaving you there speechless, and furiously blushing. 

As the game continues, the girls are not backing down. The score is 1-0, with Lauren being able to score because you got the ball from Jongho. You had a few more run-ins with different people on the other team, but none of them were able to get past you. With only a minute left, you can feel a flip of the switch for everyone on the field. The girls, desperate to defend and keep their advantage. The boys, desperate for one goal.

You can feel all the attention is on you. You are the reason they can’t score. You continue your breathing techniques as Jongho makes a beeline for the goal. Needing to get past you, he has three different guys running with him. As they go down the field they’re passing it to one another, in an attempt to confuse you. The three of them are now running side by side and passing it between each other. 

They reach you and the fight begins. You get the ball from one of the guys and attempt to kick it, but Jongho blocks you. You are trying to get the ball back when he passes it to another teammate that you didn’t see. He was further away so you start sprinting right at him, but right before you get to him he kicks it far. You hold your breath while watching the ball soar right to Jongho. Who happened to be right by the goal box. 

You immediately take off towards him, your other defender doing her best. He’s able to fake her out and make it past her, as she falls to the ground. Jongho is lining up his shot, and you know the only way to stop him is to slide to the ball. He doesn’t see you coming up behind him, and right as he’s about to kick the ball his feet are taken out under him. Since he was so close to the ball, you had to risk a slide tackle. The ball went right to your goalie as you planned and the buzzer went off. 

You are laying on your side breathing heavily as you hear the rest of your teammates screaming in victory. You turn over and see Jongho laying right behind you with his hands on his head in defeat. 

You sit up, “Are you okay?” 

Jongho looks at you and smiles, “You really weren’t kidding. I thoroughly just got my ass handed to me.”

Jongho sits up as you two begin to laugh. Even after the intense game and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to move later, the chemistry is undeniable. 

Jongho picks up one of your hands, “Would you let me take you on a date? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You blush and begin to laugh, “Even after I slide tackled you?”

Jongho smiles, “Yeah. I’ve met my match, and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you.”

It’s your turn to fix his hair. 

“Let’s get you checked out by the trainer first, and then we can see about that date.” 

[daisychains334]

Chapter Four

Upon my entrance the doorman, Jean, gave me a warm smile. “There is my favorite kind of a tree!” he exclaimed in his thick French accent. “Done much branching out today?” he waggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes but smiled back at him. “Just the usual.”

I’d lived in my apartment complex five years now, and despite my best efforts to avoid people, Jean seemed to be the one person who hadn’t quite caught on yet. Or maybe he was just that nice. Nonetheless, I enjoyed our little lobby banter, and found myself memorizing his work schedule so I’d get a chance to see him. He was a comfort in a world that always felt like it was rapidly spinning on its axis.

Jean was young, recently having graduated university with his bachelor’s in Communications. He’d taken this job because “I am very charming and good-mannered. The ladies love it and the men too; sometimes. I am good with both,” as he’d explained it to me one night. I hadn’t asked but I was entertained despite. He usually had that effect.

“Seen any good fireworks?” I asked him. His smile grew, which was something I wasn’t aware was even possible.

“Yes, indeed! This Independence Day is an American tradition I am very fond of. Did you also?” he asked.

“You..could say that.” my smile faltered. “Well, goodnight; Jean. I think I’m going to turn in.” I called over my shoulder, walking to the elevators.

“Oh..Alright, Willow! I will be seeing you.” he responded kindly.

“I’ll be seeing you,” I stepped into the elevator.

———————————————————————————

I got out of the elevator and stepped into the dimly lit third-floor hallway. There were faint murmurings of conversation and muted words from various films echoing throughout the hallway, but thankfully nothing too loud. My neighbors weren’t people I cared much to interact with, and luckily they seemed to feel the same. Our building was just a place to live, not a group-building exercise that you do in eighth-grade gym. Those usually ended up with someone in the hospital anyway. “Trust fall,” my ass.

I unlocked my apartment door and stepped into the small, dank space. A table with two chairs, a kitchenette, and a fifteen-dollar couch bought off of E-Bay. It wasn’t much, but it was safe, and mine. That was really all I needed.

I stepped into my bathroom and splashed cold water onto my face, and started to work on my hands, which in better light I noticed had faint traces of blood. I thanked the first deity I could think of for the dark car and (hopefully) my ride’s inability to notice the incriminating stains.

When I was satisfied, I headed to my bedroom and shrugged off my oversized dark-wash denim jacket, followed by my black cargo pants, black turtleneck, and black doc martens. I regretfully owned zero ninja attire, so this was the best I could do.

As I got ready for bed, my thoughts drifted to the boy from today. Had he been involved with the organization too? I shuddered at the thought that I’d have to take another life from the same family, which would leave only their mother behind. God, it’d be a mess for her.

“Mothers are the toughest fighters out there,” mine would always remind me. “I hope you may have a daughter someday and teach her to be a fighter too.”

Despite all my mother’s rage, she did one thing right: she never lessened me in comparison to a man. She’d claim she was unlearning what her mother had instilled into her, yet still made the same mistakes. Taught me the same things.

I may be a killer, but my mother was a criminal. I will never forgive her for what she did.

I wondered, if he learned what I’d done; that boy would ever forgive me either. I wouldn’t ever get to know him well enough to figure that out.

[damien-wolfram-art]

A Shinobi Simply has to Play with the Hand he’s Dealt

“The arm is still highly experimental. It’s made from Hashirama’s cells and operates on a connection to your chakra. We’ll have to monitor you for a while before you have the greenlight to go home. There’s no telling if there will be any side effects or what they will be. So just sit tight, okay, Naruto?”

“Aww c’mon Granny! You did a great job! I mean just look at this!” Naruto repeatedly flexed the hand on the end of his newly attached forearm. “It feels just like my old arm!” Naruto praised, forming a fist and swinging it through the air.

“Yes, well, that may be true, however you still need to be monitored. If that thing malfunctions it could suck every last drop of chakra right out of you.”

Naruto stiffened, feeling a cold sweat coming on. He slowed himself down now that he was painfully aware of his role as a test subject. “Hold on. That could happen and you strapped this thing onto me anyway?!?” He asked.

“You aren’t chickening out are you?” Tsunade teased, raising a blonde brow at her patient. “And after all that whining you did to convince me to go this far…”

Naruto gulped hard. His fragile manhood crumpled under the teasing. “No, no, of course not!”

“Good. After all, we’ll be monitoring your chakra for any changes. You’ll be fine,” said his well endowed doctor. “Now,” She tossed him a couple of papers. “Work on these hand exercises and don’t push it. I’ll see you in the morning-”

“Granny.”

“Yes?”

Naruto was staring at the full moon outside of the window to his room, clutching the papers when he asked, “any news from Sasuke?”

Tsunade hesitated and Naruto smiled longingly. “That’s alright,” he said. “He’ll reach out when he’s ready.”

Tsunade left him wordlessly and Naruto looked over the papers.“You’d probably make fun of me for all this wouldn’t ya Sasuke?” He asked, knowing he’d get no answer.

Nevertheless, Naruto was diligent. He began to work on the exercises. He tapped his fingers to each other, flexed his hand gently, and made hand signs without channeling chakra.

Sasuke never considered himself much of a voyeurist, but watching Naruto in his hospital gown fumble with his hands through his window was strangely entrancing. He’d only been away from the village for a short while, but like Naruto, he too, was thinking about his rival and Naruto was right. Sasuke did think he was a loser for giving in and replacing the arm he’d lost in their fight. He could never be so lame.

 Sasuke brushed the growing hair from his eyes and watched Naruto closely. This came naturally to the man who possessed both a mangekyo sharingan and rinnegan. What he saw caught his interest.

Naruto’s demeanor had changed. Thinking about Sasuke always had an effect on him. He tried his best to keep it hidden in public, but in the privacy of the hospital bed, Naruto caved. “Man…I really miss you, y’know?” Naruto whispered and his new hand slipped beneath the thin white sheets draped loosely over his lap.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and then focused on the movement there to ensure what he was seeing was true. Was he really using that fake hand to touch himself? “Tch. Naruto you loser,” he grumbled in confirmation, settling into a seated position against the trunk of the tree he found himself concealed in. He watched as Naruto grew hot and restless from his incessant stroking; it was a wonder he ever mastered sage jutsu.

Naruto wasn’t the only one getting restless though. The bulge in Sasuke’s pants reminded him that again just like Naruto, he also hadn’t been able to utilize his dominant hand for self-stimulation. The only difference was that Sasuke never replaced his arm. He had to play with the hand he was dealt– his right.

Joining Naruto was easy enough, he always felt welcoming even when he didn’t know anyone was watching and although Sasuke struggled with dexterity at first, keeping his eyes on Naruto did him wonders. Naruto threw his head back and two muted syllables left his lips. Sasuke didn’t have to hear them.

 “Narutoooo,” he replied simply. The two came in unison that night. Naruto believed it.

@narutokinktober

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[pedritomosquito]

Assume the Worst (Ch 1)

Words: ~2.5k

Tags: implied SA, SA aftermath, blood, injury, lots of comfort, Connor being the MVP

Summary: Connor discovers Reese bleeding and confused in the hospital parking garage. The team unravels who did this to her and why as they try to save her.

A/N: it’s my first fic! Heed the content warning—the assault is not shown, but the story picks up minutes after. If the assault is ever recounted, I will add a proper warning to the chapter. Have a safe read 💞

~Reese~

Sarah lays on the ground. She is there in that parking garage, but in a very real sense—she’s gone.

She is simply a loose sketch of herself, scratched and smudged onto a notebook page.

The world around her swings wildly between blurred and devastatingly surreal. Her body has shut down and she is both locked out and trapped inside.

A dark looming figure darts toward her and she does her best to get away. She may have screamed but she isn’t sure.

Don’t touch me.

The figure pauses, shrinking before her. She is sure that it is the monster, returning for more. All she can do is beg to be left alone.

Please, please, please.

“—Reese,” an emphatic, familiar voice cuts through the veil.

The darkness of the figure melts down to black scrubs.

The voice filters through the air around her. “Parking… Chicago Med… Me, it’s Connor.”

She finally weaves the voice and image in front of her together.

Connor? Dr. Rhodes?

Oh god, he isn’t going to believe what happened to her. No one is going to believe her. She tries to hide herself, covering where her scrubs are torn. Maybe she hadn’t fought hard enough. Maybe it had been her fault.

“I didn’t want it. I couldn’t s-stop him, I couldn’t.”

“Okay, okay.” His voice finally sounds clear in her ears. His face appears confused. “Breathe, Reese.”

She is breathing, isn’t she?

He is looking at her questiongly, suspicious. His eyes fall to the tear in her scrubs and she watches his expression drop with realization.

He knows he knows he knows.

She is sure she can tell what he is thinking. She is just a slutty intern. Just let it happen, probably even wanted it.

He murmurs something, surely some sort of admonishment.

“I I-couldn’t stop him, I tried, I—“ how can she possibly explain herself?

“No, no, Reese. This wasn’t your fault.”

The world tilts on its axis. He believes her?

She is interrupted by a sharp pain shooting through her head. Her fingertips come away from her forehead dabbed with blood.

“Hey, would it be okay if I took a look at that?” Connor asks.

She tears her gaze away from the deep red. Can he “look at“ it? Can he look at…

The blood is coming from her head. Connor wants to see the laceration on her head. Right. That is okay, she decides.

She nods.

He moves closer and her fear flares, but then his touch is so gentle, so different from the monster’s.

His aura is a quiet rain.

“How about we go inside and get this sutured up?”

The idea is jarring. She can’t let anyone know this happened. Connor already knows and word travels in the ED. Soon it won’t be one person—it will be two, then four, then eight. Panic begins to reignite.

“I don’t w-want,” she tries, “people will…”

“I’ll call Maggie and make sure she has a bed ready, okay?”

Somewhere within her, she knows that won’t be enough, but she doesn’t want to spend a second more in this parking garage. She nods.

“One second.”

The soothing rain is suddenly gone as he leaves to make the phone call.

She feels scraped raw and bare, inside and out. She wills the fabric of her scrubs to stretch farther, to cover her completely. It doesn’t.

The pain in her head has become more insistent and throbbed in time with her side. Breathing is now an exercise in cruelty.

Connor reappears in front of her.

“Maggie’s got a room and Natalie is going to take a look at you, okay?”

Natalie. What is Natalie going to think of her now?

“Is it alright if we tie my jacket around you?”

She nods as her prayer for coverage was answered in the form of a warm fleece jacket in her lap.

A pain in her side abruptly screams at her and she tries to hold it in.

Connor becomes stock still.

“That hurt?”

She just nods, too afraid to open her mouth as she controls a strangled exhale.

Control. She just needs control.

“Do you think you can walk?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she replies without a second thought. Walking is control. Moving her own body is control.

His hand is extending toward her so she takes hold of it. Her hand feels so numb, she’s not totally sure she is holding on.

The soles of her feet hesitantly greet the pavement and her visions twinkles. The throbbing pain becomes more intense and a freezing wave of heat rolls down her body. Connor’s hands are a steady force as they wrap around her arms.

The steps she takes echo, rattling her body and exploding in her head. The kaleidoscope of the world in front of her is smeared with a thick charcoal ash, its plume expanding out to the corners.

She is losing control.

Connor disappears behind the black. Her mouth won’t form the words so she weakly grabs at the air in front of her, hoping to find him.

“Reese—“

His contact doubles just as her brains goes numb. Gravity pulls at her and her side pulls taut. Pain screeches in her chest.

Connor’s voice is distant and underwater, saying something she doesn’t understand. She feels her balance shift along with her ribs, forcing a small sound out of her.

She felt a solid presence against her, warm and greatly unlike the concrete.

She felt like she could rest.

~Connor~

He was locking his car when he heard it. He froze for a moment, listening intently. It was unmistakably a quiet whimpering voice with harsh, short breaths.

He quickly made his way down the row of cars, following the sound. He wasn’t expecting what he came upon.

Between two cars, he found Sarah Reese sitting on the concrete, blood covering half of her face.

“Reese!”

He rushed over to her only to be halted by her frightened shriek as she frantically backed away from him.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!”

“Whoa—” Connor soothed as he stopped short, hands up in surrender, “okay, alright.” He slowly knelt down a few feet away. “Breathe, Sarah.” He scanned over her, cataloging her injuries.

Head trauma. Tachypnic. Agitated. Laceration with venous bleed. Her head injury must have been severe if her disorientation was this strong.

He assumed there must have been a hit and run.

“Please, please, please,” she quietly pleaded, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Reese, look at me, Reese,” he directed. Her wild eyes darted up to his. “You’re in the parking lot at Chicago Med. It’s just me, it’s Connor.”

Recognition dawned on her face. Connor.

“I didn’t want it,” She spoke quickly, begging Connor to believe her, “I couldn’t s-stop him, I couldn’t.”

“Okay, okay,” Connor said gently, trying to understand what she was talking about, “Breathe, Reese.” He searched her for some sort of explanation. His eyes fell to her left hand as it tugged at the fabric of her scrubs, trying to cover herself.

Her pants were torn open.

The realization was a punch to the chest.

“Oh god,” Connor whispered. A knot tied in his stomach.

“I I-couldn’t stop him, I tried, I,” she sputtered in response.

“No, no, Reese,” he rushed to assure her, shaking his head, “this wasn’t your fault.”

She suddenly blinked hard, her shaking hand coming up to her forehead.

“Hey, would it be okay if I took a look at that?”

She thought for a moment before nodding.

Connor cautiously approached her. She didn’t startle this time. He slowly and gently placed his fingertips on her temple, examining the laceration. It was fairly deep and surrounded by an angry bruise. He stole a glance at her eyes to see if her pupils were even.

“How about we go inside and get this sutured up?” He said carefully.

“I don’t w-want,” she stuttered, “people will…”

“I’ll call Maggie and make sure she has a bed ready, okay?”

She nodded apprehensively at that.

“One second,” Connor said as he stepped away to call. He wandered until he hoped he would be out of earshot.

“ED,” Maggie’s voice chimed.

“Maggie.” His tone immediately gave him away.

“Dr. Rhodes?” Maggie asked, concern bleeding into her words,

“It’s Reese. Someone attacked her in the parking lot.”

“What?” Maggie questioned in shock. “Get her in here, I’ll call Goodwin. Do you need rapid?”

“No, she’s stable right now.” He hesitated to continue, glancing back at Reese. He kept his voice barely audible. “Maggie, she was sexually assaulted.”

“Oh my god,” Maggie whispered, pausing for a moment. “Bring her straight to treatment four.”

“Page Natalie?” Connor added.

“You got it.”

He pocketed his phone and made his way back over to Sarah.

“Maggie’s got a room and Natalie is going to take a look at you, okay?” He told her. He noticed that she was still trying to cover herself. “Is it okay if we tie my jacket around you?”

Sarah nodded gratefully.

Connor unzipped his fleece and shrugged it off. He draped it over her lap and reached behind her to tie the sleeves, brushing her side.

She tried to suppress the sound of pain in her throat as her body stiffened.

Connor froze.

“That hurt?” He eyed her carefully.

“Mhm,” she answered, her eyes slammed shut as she tried to control an exhale.

He worried the fast pace of her breathing might not be from panic alone.

“Do you think you can walk?” He asked, now even more keen on getting her inside.

“Yeah,” she nodded confidently, shifting to get up.

She held onto his extended hand and he carefully guided her to feet, giving her a moment to steady.

Connor walked backwards as he guided her out from in between the cars. He kept a firm hold underneath her elbows, watching her closely. She made it two steps before blindly reaching for Connor.

“Reese—“ Connor immediately moved to grab hold of her.

She started to slide to the ground and Connor caught her weight against him.

“Alright,” He strained, “I got you.”

The way her ribs stretched cut a sob from Sarah’s throat.

“Reese I’m going to pick you up, alright?” He called to her as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open. He prayed that his touch wouldn’t upset her.

He moved quickly to lift her, taking the weight off of her buckled knees. The movement made her tense up and another pained sound escaped her.

“Easy, easy,” he did his best to comfort her and started to walk back inside.

“I got you.”

A/N: There you have it! Tell me your favorite moment/thing/line in the chapter and I'll tell you mine? Thank you for reading, it’s everything to me 💞

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6, macaronnie- slow kisses

tw for depressive episode

If you ask anyone, Heather McNamara is sunshine incarnate. She even dresses the part. Always has at least one bit of yellow, even if it’s as small as a scrunchie.

But Veronica knows that even the most sunshine-y people still have clouds. Storms that hide them away. Block out their light.

Heather’s in the throes of one today. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the medicines her doctor prescribed aren’t enough. The exercise and the fresh air and drinking water aren’t enough. And Heather just… stops.

Veronica can always tell when it starts getting bad, because Heather’s still in bed next to her. The sheets are still rumpled, the duvet still wound around her after she stole it in the night, her blonde hair frizzy and mussed after sleeping a full night on it.

Today is one of those days. Heather groans as Veronica pushes her long hair every which way on a desperate hunt for her face. Eventually, she finds a single chocolate brown eye open and glaring at her.

“Morning, sunshine,” Veronica murmurs teasingly. “Episode?” Heather nods. “Want coffee?” Another nod. “Mmkay. I’ll be right back.”

On a typical morning, Heather wakes with the sun. She does yoga to help keep herself grounded and flexible enough to maintain her spot on the university cheer squad she’d worked so hard for. Then, she makes coffee. On weekends, they sit in bed together and watch the sun shift around the room through the window. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they don’t. On weekdays, Veronica sips at her coffee as they both rush about to get ready for classes or work.

Today, coffee is Veronica’s undertaking. Luckily, she’s been a caffeine junkie for long enough to know how to work just about any coffee machine with minimal catastrophe. Minimal.

Heather lifts her face off the pillow when she smells the delicious wafting scent of fresh coffee enter the room and stretches languidly across the bed to take her mug. Veronica climbs back in next to her, leaning back against the headboard with her mug in one hand and today’s newspaper in the other. She’d never admit it, but she might have inherited her dad’s love of crossword puzzles.

Heather chugs at her mug like it’s some sort of elixir of life before she clunks it onto her nightstand. She didn’t quite balance it well enough, so she gives it a nudge with the tips of her fingers so it doesn’t fall and break. Veronica finishes hers and scratches through Heather’s wild hair with her free hand as her girlfriend rests her head in the cradle formed by her body, right on the swell of her stomach.

“You wanna talk about it?” she murmurs softly.

Heather opens her mouth to speak, creating a soft smack as her lips part. It’s almost like watching a turtle, like she’s moving in slow motion. It breaks Veronica’s heart to see her normally-energetic girlfriend in such a state.

“I feel… fake,” Heather says, slurring her words the slightest bit with her exhaustion. “Not real.”

“Disassociating?” Veronica asks quietly. Heather nods and holds her fingers up in an, a little, sign. “I’m sorry, Noodle. Can I do anything?”

Heather shrugs.

“I could… kiss you,” Veronica suggests. Not selfishly, she tells herself. Kissing is a very grounding experience.

Heather rolls her eyes affectionately, but she crawls a little bit higher on Veronica and carefully leans in for a kiss.

Veronica cups her face to hold her head steady, so Heather doesn’t have to work as hard for this. Heather sighs quietly, contented and exhausted. Veronica curls her fingers against Heather’s scalp as she feels it puff against her cheek.

She’s surprised when Heather just barely presses her tongue into it. Flicks it gently against Veronica’s, teases, then pulls away. Veronica follows her lead. Push and pull. It’s soft, wet, electric in only the way the two of them together can be.

They pull back for the briefest of seconds to breathe before they lean in again, and again, and again. It’s slow, languid, but delicious. It’s them, and it’s perfect.

“You’ll be okay,” Veronica whispers, pressing her lips to the corner of Heather’s. “I’m here.”

[shadowsshowdown]

Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown 30

The One Who Cares.

Washington

It was six in the morning when she was awakened by a knock on the wall and a quarter of an hour later by another one on the door. Sleepy Laura with sunken eyes, dressed in her buttoned crook pajamas, went to open the door. Seeing Connor smiling, she immediately hid behind the door. The man only laughed.

"Good morning sleepyhead! Not ready yet?" he quipped but didn't say a word about her appearance. "Ready for what?" she asked in a semi-conscious voice, yawning. "After all, I left a note under your door. I sent you messages earlier and called but you didn't write back," he said offended, intertwining his arms across his chest. "What..." Laura slapped her forehead with her open palm and walked over to the nightstand. "This letter?" she asked showing him the envelope. "Exactly this one. Don't tell me you haven't read it!"

The woman felt as if she had swallowed a huge boulder, and with that came unimaginable relief. She couldn't tell him the truth, even to Adam she confided reluctantly and after a long time.

"I ran out of time," she lied. "First I checked to make sure the code was ready. You know I always do that even when I'm sure. Then I found the letter, but I figured I'd take a shower sooner, then I fell on the bed and then you know. I always mute my phone when I have something important to do." "Well don't explain just get dressed in something comfortable and let's go for a Jogging," he urged feeling that the woman had not told him the whole truth. "There is nothing better than morning exercise," he assured her. "Okay just give me a minute I need to take a shower and dress and..." "You have ten minutes. I'll wait downstairs," he interrupted her and walked a few steps away but turned back. "You look cute when you're disheveled and wearing buttoned crook pajamas," he quietly said right next to her ear. He didn't manage to keep himself from passing over that remark.

Laura blushed hearing those words. She felt attractive rather than dirty and unwanted. Connor doesn't know who she was and let it stay that way. On the other hand, she didn't want to lie to him and take away the chance of a better life without her. She took a quick shower, and while brushing her teeth and combing her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror without disgust for the first time in a long time.

"Cute..." she said quietly as she put a bit of lip gloss on her lips.

Luckily she had brought along a sweatshirt, leggings, and sneakers. She liked to be ready for anything. Laura tied her hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. The woman noticed Connor already waiting and looking at his watch hoping she wasn't late.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked a little scared. "I just got here. I was checking to see if anyone wanted anything. We can go," he announced but his voice didn't sound as cheerful as usual today.

Laura didn't ask what it was about. She figured she shouldn't be nosy, and if Connor wanted to he could tell her what was making him so unhappy. They stepped out onto a street still lit by streetlights, sleepy, lazy, and empty. Only a few cars passed them, and they met a few people on the way. They walked slowly at first, then the man sped up rapidly and Laura could barely keep up with him. When they reached the park, the man started warming up without saying a word. Connor stretched his muscles and carefully prepared his whole body for the effort with skilled moves. The woman felt uncomfortable, she had always been calm and relaxed around him, but today she felt something was wrong.

They jogged through narrow alleys winding among trees and bushes, admiring how the new day was dawning. There were benches along the path where they could rest if necessary. Laura had not jog in a long time, but she wanted to keep up with Connor at all costs. The man was athletic, she noticed right away, he must have jog often maybe he did other sports too. After the third lap, the hacker woman was lagging behind a bit, but she rejected every offer to rest. She kept analyzing his strange behavior and each time the conclusion was the same - it was her fault.

"Connor?" she said slightly out of breath as she caught up with the friend, wanting to focus his attention on her. "Mmm?" he muttered glancing at Laura. "What did I do wrong that you're so cold out of sudden?" she asked directly, which surprised him.

The man sighed, slowing his run until he finally stopped. With a gesture of his hand, he indicated a nearby bench set up near an old oak tree. The woman already knew this was going to be a longer conversation. Connor unfastened the bottle from the holder on his belt and offered her a sip of water, but she shook her head in denial so he took a few sips himself. It seemed to Laura that he was doing it on purpose to make her feel even more insecure.

"Why did you want to commit suicide?" he asked as directly as she did, looking intently at the woman's face partially illuminated by the rising sun.

Laura felt the blood in her veins thicken and freeze. She had no ready answer. She had not expected such a question from him. Her friend's voice was infused with anger which didn't make things any easier for her at all.

"How do you know?" she tried playing for time, hoping she could come up with some lie or half-truth. "I noticed the marks on your hands during the party," he explained in a colorless tone. "Don't you think this is my personal matter and you’ve got nothing to do with it?" Laura's voice took on an angry tinge. "If I didn't know you I'd say you were right, but I know you want to cut off an uncomfortable subject, to avoid truth and honesty. You don't trust anyone, not even yourself," he shook his head slowly expressing resignation.

'If I didn't know you' merged in Laura's mind with the red envelope almost immediately causing a sudden panic attack in the process.

"You don't know me. You don't know anything about me so don't pretend otherwise," she retorted even though she knew what he said was the brutal truth. "Then I was wrong. Those marks on your hands are accidental scratches. No! It’s only a figment of my sick imagination. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he said in a tone as rough as sandpaper.

The woman lowered her gaze focusing it on her hands resting on her thighs and clenched into fists. "No, not that," she sighed. "I've had enough of life since things went bad between Adam and me. I'd existed with the false hope that everything would mend and work out. In the meantime, I kept experiencing disappointments. At some point, the goblet of bitterness was overflowing. Unfortunately, Adam found me by accident."

"Firstly: The world is a cruel place. Your death would be of little concern to anyone. It's another thing to sacrifice yourself to save someone. Secondarily: I don't believe in coincidences and blind fate. You were found because you are meant to live. You have a purpose and a destiny to fulfill. You may not know what it is yet, but you will definitely discover it." "I can't exist when Adam is around. It's beyond me." "Laura, listen. Telling yourself such things will lead straight to toxic relationships. He's not the only guy in the world. You have to see that and accept it otherwise anyone can take advantage of your weakness and you are not weak."

The woman twitched hearing about toxic relationships. In just a few minutes of conversation, Connor had managed, without any help, to x-ray her almost to the core even though no names of places or dates had been mentioned. She couldn't find the words to answer him.

The man stood up and held out his hand to her. "Come, Unbroken Soul. We'll do one more lap and then back to the hotel. There's a lot of work ahead of us," he said and winked at her. "Smile please."

"The spirit of a poet has possessed you?" she laughed, grasping his outstretched hand. "Something like that."

Laura felt strong and confident. She felt that someone believed in her and the world was no longer so cruel.

When she returned, she somewhat hesitantly reached for the envelope, took out a piece of paper folded in half, and read the message. The black clouds of fear were blown away by the wind, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief. She threw the sweatshirt and leggings carelessly on the chair and ran to the shower. The cool water relaxed her, but she wasn't really tired at all. She had a moment to think about what she had heard. Connor was right, no more Adam, no more blind attachment. This conversation made her realize she was acting the same way she had when she was with Kratos. He beat her and tortured her, and still, she always defended him, always had some excuse for his behavior. She was always the one to blame.

Connor wasn't in the surveillance room yet, so she could turn on her laptop and look through the documents with no rush. Laura looked around the L-shaped room immediately choosing a dark brown simple sofa set against the shorter wall almost in the corner of the room. Maybe a quarter of an hour had passed when the door opened and the smell of coffee and croissants quickly filled the room.

"I'm late, please forgive me but I have something to help us with our work," the man announced cheerfully placing coffee mugs and sweets on the coffee table. "I also have sandwiches," he added sitting down right next to Laura. "You think of everything. You're irreplaceable," she said contentedly, reaching for her mug. "Plus you know what kind of coffee, I like," she added taking a sip. "I feel I'm blushing," he muttered glancing at the laptop screen. "And how's your masterpiece coming along? Ready for the grand premiere?" "I don't know, I keep feeling like something is left out, that there's a hole somewhere. I'm getting nervous." "Laura, you're talented, this isn't your first time writing code, is it?" he tried reassuring her. "Yes, but this is Kepler big. I've never run a project of this size before, even in Milwaukee Junction." "You'll be fine," he assured placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you, that helps me a lot," she replied with a smile.

A few minutes later Adam came into the room. He had two mugs of coffee and a paper bag of sandwiches with him. Laura was sitting in a niche focused on implementing the code, so she didn't notice anyone coming in. Connor, on the other hand, looked triumphantly at his rival, making it clear to him to get out and not bother them. Fueled by rage, Jensen clutched the mug in his hand. The hot coffee burned his palm and flow down to the floor. The man didn't even show on his face a shadow of the terrible pain that pierced him. He left, again chastising himself for not being able to fight for Laura.

After several hours, Laura was so numb that she succumbed to Connor's urging and lay down resting her head on his thighs. Thanks to him, half the work was already done. The man from his laptop was checking the fragments she had implemented and caught a few minor errors in the process. Of course, the woman reacted to them with panic and even the most sincere assurances could not completely calm her down. Today they did not go for lunch. They ate sandwiches that the man brought. Anyway, Laura wouldn't be out of here before she finished implementing the code.

"I'm going to get some tea, do you want some?" he asked while stretching. "I'd love to. With lemon and no sugar please," she replied still focusing her attention on the strings of numbers.

A moment after he had left, the door creaked quietly. Laura didn't raise her eyes. "Did you forget something?" she muttered.

Searching through the files, she came across a picture of Jensen that she had taken with the drone.

"So you've seen everything," a husky voice broke the silence like a lightning strike.

The woman shook her head as if to dismiss what she had just heard. She was afraid to turn her head and felt herself blushing. She pretended to be busy, that she was so absorbed by numbers and the reality did not reach her. But how long can you pretend?

"Lucky me," she replied, which embarrassed Adam. "I came to see how you were doing or if you needed anything. Maybe you're hungry?" "Thank you for your concern, but Connor took care of everything. We work together so everything goes faster." "I would help but as Frank says: I don't know shit about computers, and I don't even know where the switch is."

Laura just analyzed her words and the response she received. Although she had promised herself that she would forget about the ex-SWAT, she couldn't. The hacker felt with the whole self that she had hurt him right now.

"One more time he says that, and I'm kicking his ass from one end of the hallway to the other. A few times if necessary. I have nothing left to lose anyway," she said trying to somehow soften the stab she had done to him.

Adam smiled slightly. Her praise of Connor hurt him, but he noticed, or it only seemed to him, that Miss Werner had just poured honey on the wound. She must have cared at least a little.

"I'll go now, I have a few more things to finish," he lied. He didn't want to run into his rival for her sake. "Have a nice day," she bid him farewell attaching a warm smile.

The Chief of Security nodded to her and responded with a smile too before disappearing out the door.

She still felt wicked but didn't have much time to think about it. Connor returned with the tea and she was immediately absorbed in her work. The man placed a sandwich near her mouth every now and then, but now she found it pushy and fake. It was after three o'clock when the hacker decided that everything was finished, and the coming days would show if any errors remained. Connor had left earlier, though he really didn't want to. Laura was packing her things when one of her subordinates entered the room.

"I didn't want to come to you with this, and you have a lot of work to do anyway, but Stevenson insisted it was urgent," he said in a slightly uncertain voice. "What is it?" she asked thus encouraging him to say more. "The door in the security room on the top floor is locked. We've tried everything but it won't budge. We need a few things from there. Without it we're currently stuck with the job," he explained as thoroughly as possible.

Laura sighed with resignation. She was counting on Stevenson and MacDowell being more resourceful.

"Okay, I'll be right there and try to break in." "Great, we'll wait," the man replied and left.

The hacker felt something strange and unnatural about this request, but she didn't want to be too suspicious. She left everything in the room, except her laptop, and locked the door. A few minutes later she was already on the fourth floor where Stevenson and MacDowell were waiting. The door was indeed locked and no attempts to hack it were working. Laura used all her knowledge but as it turned out the room was not even in the system.

"Unfortunately I won't be able to do anything about it at the moment. I will fix this bug first thing tomorrow morning," she informed. "But we need these things. We wanted to finish a phase of work today and move on to the next one tomorrow." "I'm sorry but I don't have the opportunity at the moment..." she replied and her gaze focused on the ventilation shaft to which the barred entrance led.

The employees watched as the woman turned off and put her computer away opened the hatch and went inside hoping that the tunnel led to a locked room. When she was halfway to her destination she heard something rumbling so she turned back. The hatch was closed, it didn't even budge when she tugged hard on it.

"Damn you," she growled, knowing she had let herself get trapped.

She had no other option but to follow the shaft and see where it led. A moment later she found herself in the security room, but even from the inside, she couldn't get the door open. If she had brought her phone with her she could have called Connor, meanwhile, she was trapped.

"It serves you right, slut!" she heard Stevenson's mocking voice. "You thought if you fucked Adam you were better than us?" MacDowell added. "You're going to regret this," she thought. "We're supposed to be the head specialists, not some whore who came in here not so long ago!"

Laura went back into the tunnel and checked all the branches, but none of them led to the corridor, and it was impossible to get through the rooms too. She would have to survive until tomorrow somehow. Maybe someone would notice she didn't return to the hotel. She followed straight ahead, but she did not have high hopes for the last exit either.

Adam was just finishing his work. He checked what he had done and then switched off his computer and put it in his bag. He looked around the room to see if he had taken everything and was about to leave when a loud rumbling coming from the wall caught his attention. He shrugged his shoulders ignoring it but the sound intensified.

"Help! Hello?! Is anyone there?!" a panicked female scream echoed through the room. "Someone! Please!"

The man set his bag on the sofa and walked to the wall looking for the source of the sound. He spotted a barred ventilation tunnel and crouched by it. Someone was on the other side, however, he couldn't tell who. Only the green eyes and auburn hair allowed him to recognize the person.

"Laura? What are you doing there?" he asked trying to open the hatch but it wouldn't budge. Finally, he yanked it open with all his strength, and the piece of metal gave in with a loud creak. "It's complicated," she said as Adam helped her to get out. "Sit down, you must be scared by all this. How did it even happen?" he kept asking as they sat down on the sofa. "The hatch slammed shut, and I couldn't get out so I went through the shaft looking for a way out but all the rooms were locked. I finally ended up here." "Wait, after all, the security room was open. I was in there not so long ago," Jensen frowned in surprise. Something about the woman's story didn't sit well with him. "I don't think you're telling me the whole truth," he insisted. "That's the truth!" she exclaimed getting up suddenly from her seat. "Laura, I know when you are lying or withholding information. Please be honest with me," he persisted.

The hacker returned to her place sitting down with an ostentatious sigh.

"One of the subordinates came to me. He wanted me to help him open the door to the security room so I went there with my laptop. It wasn't possible to take control remotely, so I figured I'd open it from the inside. You already know the rest." "Stevenson or MacDowell? Or maybe both?" The Head of Security asked directly, hoping Laura wouldn't dodge the answer.

The hacker rubbed thighs with her hands in a nervous motion, then crossed arms over her chest and bit her lip. She knew Adam wouldn't leave it at that. She knew he would want to defend her, and that was what she feared most.

"Both of them," she said quietly. "I should have expected that," the man sighed. "I'm sorry it's my fault. I could have voiced more opposition when they were chosen." "Come on it won't change anything. At least I know what they think of me," she didn't want to say it, didn't want to be so effusive but under the influence of the moment, the words flowed out of her mouth on their own. "If they said even a word..." hissed the ex-SWAT. "Leave this case, please." The woman twitched nervously. "It will get worse, there will be harsher words." "What exactly did they say?!" Adam's voice grew louder, and he couldn't control it. "I'm begging you... If you care, don't do anything," she insisted, and the look in her green eyes worked like a charm on him. "Fine," he sighed reassuringly. "But I want to know." "In short, I'm a whore who fucks with the Chief of Security and thinks she's better."

Jensen wanted to get up and deal immediately with this matter, but Laura grabbed his arm. She didn't have to say anything, he knew.

"Let's go back to the hotel. You must be tired and hungry," he suggested in a soft voice. "Maybe just a little. But your palm doesn't look good," she muttered. "A trifle, don't worry," he tried to dismiss her. "Adam, I know when you're trying to play Superman, but even he's weak sometimes."

The man sighed. "It burns like hell, satisfied?"

"Yup. Let's go to my place. I'll take care of that burn."

Jensen wanted to protest but her gaze hated to be denied. Together they walked out of the office and found Laura's laptop. The woman had a feeling they might have tried to break into it, but luckily it was well secured. She took the rest of her things from the surveillance room, put on her jacket, and joined Adam, who was waiting at the entrance hurriedly putting out the cigarette with the tip of his shoe as if he was afraid of her reaction. Laura only smiled.

"Smoking is bad for your health," she muttered walking up to him. "Says the one who supposedly doesn't smoke," he replied, and the corner of his mouth twitched in a smile. "I already explained to you why have you forgotten?" she glanced at him obliquely. "No, I haven't forgotten," the man looked confused.

They were silent all the way to the hotel. Laura didn't know how she should act, she was holding back reflexes and emotions just like him.

"Come on, I'll take care of your hand," she broke the silence while looking for her room key card. "All right but on one condition," she heard his husky, confident tone. "That doesn't sound good," she thought, speaking aloud: "What kind of a condition do I have to fulfill?" "You will take care of this burn at my place, and then we will have dinner together," his voice was a mixture of fatherly command and disarming beloved concern with the dominance of the latter.

She couldn't refuse him, couldn't reject these moments of closeness. "Agreed. Just give me a moment."

The man nodded, disappearing into the room. The woman closed the door with her back only now noticing that she was trembling all over. She hung up her jacket, changed her boots for slippers, and headed for the shower. She wondered why she was preparing for this meeting as if she was going on a date. She looked through all her clothes wanting to find one that was casual yet a little bit elegant. She finally chose black jeans and a blue sweater decorated with magnolia flowers embroidered on it. Before leaving she turned on her laptop wanting to check one little thing. She smiled to herself and turned off the computer.

Standing at the door of the ex-SWAT's room, she wondered what she was doing here. This is complete madness. Laura hesitated before knocking wanting to leave, but something she couldn't explain caused that a moment later she was already at Adam's. The man was wearing a grey shirt with several buttons undone at the neck and the sleeves rolled up. He had not slipped it into his trousers as he usually did.

"Oh, mother and daughter... What have I gotten myself into," she thought. "I already thought you weren't coming," he said smiling at the sight of her. "You know I keep my word," she retorted. "Yes, I do. Don't just stand there, sit down please," he encouraged though he wanted to say something completely different.

As agreed he went to get the first aid kit. Laura was sitting on a chair at a table set in the middle of the room and he took the seat next to her and placed his hand on the tabletop.

"Looks nasty," Laura muttered wrinkling her brow. "Sorry, I have to amputate."

Jensen didn't like games like this. Ever since Mexicantown, he considered them childish, however, with her, he was beginning to regain his former freedom and willingness to joke around.

"I think it's not that bad. I'm in the best hands, Dr. Queen, and I'm sure you can do something about it." "The ointment certainly won't hurt, I recommend using it," she said pretending to be an experienced doctor as she gently lubricated the burn. "I can already feel the improvement doctor," he murmured with satisfaction. "Just a bandage more and you're done. If there is no visible improvement by tomorrow, you should be prepared for the worst," she tried to remain serious but burst out laughing. "Let me take care of you now," he said walking over to the hotel phone. "What do you feel like eating?" "The same as you, please," she replied with a smile.

Adam tapped the number and placed his order. He was happy that Laura was here. He felt he was slowly getting her back.

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A Change of Heart

Summary: This story takes place post-season 4 and it intertwines with the Stranger Things Experience. Dr. Brenner x OC

Chapter 3

A/N: This chapter takes on a more ‘M’ rating for a portion.

A Month Later …

Rose and Brenner remained roommates over the course of a month. During that time, he grew stronger, even though he would always walk with a limp because of where the bullet hit his leg, and she kept her powers to herself, only letting Brenner know.

After their first week together, Rose began sleeping in his bed with him every night regardless of whether or not he suffered from nightmares. They’d grown comfortable together. She wouldn’t call them a couple, but they were the closest thing to it without giving their relationship an official title.

One morning, Rose woke in Brenner’s arms just like she did every morning, wondering how much longer she’d get to enjoy this feeling.

He was already awake, as usual, but he was always careful to make small movements until she was up, as well.

“I think you’re going to be out of here long before I am,” she whispered as she inched up against his body until her lips were next to his ear.

Her comment caused him to let out a long sigh, “I’m afraid that you’re probably correct in your assumptions. Even though you haven’t revealed your obvious powers to them, that won’t stop these people from investigating you until they are one hundred percent sure you aren’t of any use to them. Stay strong in your avoidance of admitting to what’s happened,” he added some advice to his not-so-great reply, one that caused her anxiety to accelerate.

Rose took a deep breath, “I’m going to miss you when you leave. I know we haven’t entered into any kind of romantic relationship, officially, but I do like you quite a bit. Maybe someday our paths will cross again,” she added optimistically before his Physical Therapist entered their room just as she did every other day.

“Dr. Brenner, are you ready to go work on your exercises? We think you’ll be discharged in the next day or two. That’s great news!” she added with a triumphant smile that neither Brenner nor Rose wanted to see.

He shook his head, “No, thank you. I think, today, I’d like to spend my day in my room with Ms. Foster with no interruptions. Please, let everyone know,” he stated in a tone that didn’t leave any room for debate.

His Physical Therapist nodded, “I suppose that would be alright. You haven’t missed a day since you started your sessions. Tomorrow, I’ll have to make you double,” she added.

“That’s fine,” Brenner responded as he waved her away.

Once Rose and Brenner were alone again, she glanced at him, “What was that all about? You’re on your way out of here. I can’t imagine delaying that unless I had a really good reason,” she theorized.

“I have a perfectly good reason,” he replied in a soft tone as he placed his lips against hers.

She kissed back, immediately, deepening the kiss until she found herself straddling him in his hospital bed.

Brenner broke the kiss, as his hand grasped her neck, “Do you see, now, why I wanted some time alone with you? I’m not sure how much we have left,” he added as she nodded and resumed the kiss.

She couldn’t help herself as she began grinding against him, even though they were both still clothed, while he moved his attention to her neck.

“This is only going to make me miss you more,” Rose panted as she reached down and moved their hospital gowns out of their way. “Are you alright?” she asked before adding, “You’re not experiencing any pain, are you?”

Brenner ran his long fingers along her folds as he whispered into her ear, “I wouldn’t care if I was. Can we, please, enjoy each other?”

“Yes,” she gasped as his fingers found her clit. “I don’t want that,” she exhaled, “I need you.” She grasped him in her hand as she guided him to her entrance so she could sink down onto him, enjoying the way his eyes closed once he was fully inside of her.

Rose took a few moments for them both to adjust to the new sensation before started moving up and down on him, slowly, painfully slowly, causing Brenner to let out a frustrated groan.

“We’ve been dancing around this for a month,” he heaved, “There’s no reason to take things so slowly,” he added as pressed his fingers into her hips, guiding her movements at a faster pace.

She adjusted to the new pace he set but changed her motion from going up and down to a grinding movement, one that was pushing her towards her orgasm quickly.

It only took a few more moments before she found her release which Brenner caught in a kiss. Once she was done riding her high, she let him take control moving her up and down on him while he looked for his own ecstasy.

Rose moved up and down on him, faster, once she was done riding out her own high, enjoying the way he nipped at her neck and chest while his eyes were closed in pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he whispered causing her to double down on her efforts, grabbing his earlobe between her teeth.

“C’mon, baby,” she whispered as she felt him twitch inside of her.

Brenner’s orgasm was so strong that Rose followed along with her second while the ‘couple’ captured their yells in another kiss.

That was their last interaction before Brenner was transferred out of the military hospital, leaving Rose alone to continue denying her powers.