#i’ve felt shit for the whole week and today it’s reached Peak Bad

[deklo]

i think i’m getting a migraine ☹️

[wkemeup]

Sunrise (3)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 5.2k warnings: none 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

Bucky stared down at the fresh coffee stained on the sidewalk; a caramel puddle nestling into the cracks and stretching along the lines until it spilled out into the street. He could smell the bitterness and the sweetness in the cream, the steam of it still warm as it filtered up into the cold, autumn air. He cursed at himself under his breath.  

You’d looked so beautiful, even with your eyes wide in shock and lips parted in a gasp as coffee spilled to your shoes. Dressed under an army green overcoat, a sliver of a burnt orange sweater peaked out from underneath. He’d seen that particular shade before, cast over a forest of evergreens and reflecting into the clouds, just above the sun as it set over the tree line.  

But he’d made a fool of himself in front of you and he could still feel the burning in his ears. He felt hot under his jacket and he found himself glancing down the street, wondering if he could make a run for it. Only, you were waiting for him inside and Bucky couldn’t stand the idea of disappointing you.

Gathering what remained of his courage, Bucky parted the double doors and stepped inside. It took a minute to let his eyes adjust, but when the dim lighting came into view, he noticed you were standing by the entrance waiting for him like you’d known he’d decide to follow. You beamed as he caught sight of you and his stomach twisted straight to knots. You were still clutching the donut box to your chest, almost as if you were afraid he’d knock that out of your hands, too.  

“Come on, you can help me set up.” You gestured down the hall to the room he met you in a few days prior. The library with no books on the shelves and cobwebs in the corners. “We’ve got to get you a book before the others show up.”

Bucky nodded, though he didn’t say anything as he followed you. It was pretty quiet without so many people lingering around, but everyone seemed to smile as you approached; perking up from under their clouds and called out your name until you waved back at them. It was like you carried sunshine in your pockets and comfort in your presence, breaking away stormy skies as you passed by.  

Before you could reach the library door, Bucky rushed out ahead of you and grabbed a hold of the knob. You paused, eyes catching his for a moment and a pink filtered into his cheeks. He cleared his throat.  

“Figured I could do one decent thing today after I ruined your shoes,” he explained, pulling open the door for you.  

“You showed up, didn’t you?” you added with a wink. “I count two decent things today, James Barnes.”

He chuckled at that, nodding. “Y-Yeah, okay.”  

You set the donuts on the coffee table and began to push the furniture around into a circle. You shouldered most of your weight into the couch to get it to budge and Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips just watching you. Concentrated frown on your face, determination in your eyes, staring down the couch as if it were your sworn enemy.  

“You need help with that?” Bucky asked, gesturing to the couch that barely moved a few inches while you were out of breath.  

You glanced up at him over the spine of the couch, nodding gratefully. “This one always gives me trouble.”

“I’m sure if you waited for the others to show up, they’d help you move these around,” Bucky said as he placed his right hand on the back of the armrest, his knee digging into the center of the back. You stood next to him, hands on the frame to help push despite the fact that Bucky was strong enough, even without his left arm, to move the couch on his own. But he liked the idea of you beside him, so he didn’t say anything.  

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” you exhaled as they couch slid perfectly into place within the circle. “They all work so hard though, you know? It’s nice to have them just walk in and sit down for a change. Don’t need them thinking I’m expecting work out of them, too.”

“Ah, so that's why I’m here, then...”  

He was surprised by the teasing in his own voice. When was the last time he made a joke? He couldn’t even remember. But you started to smile, that brightness shining right up into your eyes, and it didn’t matter anymore. He’d make a thousand jokes if you would keep looking at him like that.  

“Careful now,” you warned, a glimmer in your eye. “I might need you to help move this couch every week...”

“Wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?”  

He didn’t know where this was coming from or how it slipped off his tongue so easily, but he liked the way it seemed to catch your off guard. You stilled for a second, a nervous laugh under your breath as you quickly tucked away a few strands of fallen hair. You were flustered. Shit. He was done for.  

“Haven't even seen one meeting and you’re offering to move couches for me on a weekly basis? Consider me eternally grateful, James Barnes.” You plopped down on the couch, reaching for the strap of your bag, though it was a few inches out of reach.  

Bucky leaned down and picked up the bag, surprised to find it as heavy as it was, and gently set it in your lap. He took a seat on the couch on your left, though he left considerable room between you. You started digging through the bag, pulling out book after book and setting them on the table.  

“We’ve got to pick your book of choice,” you explained, smiling at him and clearly eager to see what he would select. “Anything you want. I can get something else from the library for next week if you’re not interested in these. I’ve got some guys reading Harry Potter for the first time. Lang’s on the second Twilight book. Romanoff is halfway through The Odyssey. Barton’s about a few pages to the end of a murder mystery he guessed the plot twist of within the first ten pages, which is just downright infuriating...”

Your nose was all scrunched up and it was the damn near cutest thing Bucky had ever seen. He must have been staring for too long though, because you raised a brow at him.  

Bucky cleared this throat, quickly looking away. He scratched nervously at the back of his neck and tried to steer the conversation strictly away from how adorable he found you.  

“Isn’t the point of a book club to read the same book?”

“I suppose,” you shrugged, “but not my book club. The whole point is just to help these guys feel comfortable, give them a moment of peace, even if it’s for an hour once a week. Sometimes we’ll sit around the circle and talk about what we’re reading. Lang’s working really hard to sell the Twilight books to the rest of the group despite being about a decade late to the game. Most times though, we just read, listen to some music. It’s quite nice, actually.”

So that was what Sam meant by unconventional.

“I don’t know the last time I read anything,” Bucky admitted slowly. He could barely get himself to concentrate on a single newspaper article these days, let alone an entire book. He often caught himself staring at the TV and realizing an episode later that he didn’t have a clue what had happened.  

“A lot of the guys take breaks,” you offered, seemingly reading his mind. “That’s what the donuts are for. Oh, and the coffee, of course.”

You jumped up, making your way over to the pots sitting on the table lining the wall. The pots were already filled and he wondered who took the time to do that for you before you even arrived. You were so well liked around here, Bucky found himself wondering if he wasn’t the only one who felt like you could tell him to do just about anything and he’d oblige without question.

“You want some?” you asked, holding up an empty cup, but Bucky shook his head. He was already starting to get warm and adding coffee to the mix wouldn’t help things.  

You didn’t seem to mind as you shrugged off your jacket and draped it by the door. The orange sweater he’d caught a glimpse of under your jacket turned out to be a cardigan. It flowed long down by your thighs, draped over a simple, white tank top and black jeans. Gold jewelry sat over your collarbone and you had a sudden glow about you, like that hour just before sunset.

Golden hour, he realized. That’s what you reminded him of.  

“It’s warm in here, isn’t it?” you asked, fanning yourself as you set the coffee on the table. “It’s not just me?”

It’s definitely you, Bucky thought. He’d never met anyone who carried such a presence as to melt the icy cold shards planted defensively around his chest. You were the epitome of warmth and kindness and the sweetest damn thing he’d ever seen... but a trail of sweat lined his hairline and he could feel the heat trapped under his jacket.  

“Not you,” Bucky confirmed, brushing at his brow. “It’s hot.”

“Here,” you stood up, holding out a hand to him, “I can take your jacket for you.”

Bucky froze, jaw clenched. He became painfully aware of the empty sleeve on his left side. He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew you must have noticed by now, but taking the jacket off made it obvious that a piece of him was missing, the stub at his shoulder the only thing left in place of an arm he could still feel most days.  

“I’m, uh, I’m okay,” he stuttered out, his eyes falling to the ground, hoping you didn’t notice the flush in his cheeks. He could feel your eyes on him and he was almost certain that if he dared to look up at you, you’d be fixated on his empty sleeve.  

Shame started to burn hot in his chest when suddenly he felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. When he looked in search of you, he found you setting up a fan at the edge of the room, angling it just enough so that it was sure to reach him on every rotation.  

He swallowed as he watched you. You didn’t ask questions or push him to take the jacket off despite being clearly too warm to keep it on. Instead, you offered him a short smile as you sat back on the couch beside him, a little closer this time.  

“Any better?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s, uh, that's really nice. Thanks.”

You smiled for him and he wondered if he could stay inside that moment forever.  

***

Bucky selected The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Gilman from the stack of books on the table. It surprised you as his hand ghosted over the cover before flipping it over in his palm, a curious look on his features. It was one of your favorites, one not many would choose to pick up in fear of the publishing date in the late 1800s, but it was a short story, one he could finish within the span of the meeting today.  

As he stared down at the unusual yellow pattern on the cover, a frown pushed at his lips as he started to see the strange images hidden under the surface. You found yourself struggling to tear your gaze away from him. With such a reaction to the cover, you couldn’t wait for the end of the meeting just to hear what he thought of the story.  

Soon, the usuals started filtering into the room and you noticed that Bucky had barely said a word as the low hum of small talk and chatter filled the empty space. He kept to himself, perched on the very edge of the couch cushion like he might run at any second as you talked with one of the oldest VA members by the door.  

Upon sensing his discomfort, you quickly made your way back to the couch and you were surprised when you felt the cushion dip a little as he leaned in your direction as if he was using you as anchor; something familiar amongst an unknown. You tried to suppress a smile when he looked at you, but you really liked the idea of being something familiar to him.  

“I’m glad you decided to stay,” you told him quietly, nudging his side playfully with your shoulder. It drew a soft laugh from under his breath and he nodded, gripping tight to the book.  

“Yeah, me too.” He sank back into the couch and relaxed the tension in his body.  

Six on the dot. You turned to the group.  

Tony Stark sat in his usual throne, legs draped over the arm rest, sitting sprawled out over the single chair. Heir to Stark Industries, he’d enlisted himself in rebellion against his own father. He’d ended up in the Air Force for three tours and prided himself on the tattoo on his chest he’d gotten drunkenly off base in his early twenties.  

Natasha Romanoff found her place sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning up against the seat of Tony’s chair. She was a sort of a mystery to you, never spoke a word about her position within the military and how long she served, but she was exceptionally perceptive. Part of you wondered if she was some sort of super spy. Despite becoming a close friend, there was still so little you knew about her history. She rested a pillow in her lap.

Then, there was Scott Lang. He’d found himself in some trouble after his discharge, but he was turning his life around. He had a little girl to stick around for and he was trying desperately to find a job. You suspected his fascination with the Twilight books stemmed more from an unbreakable bond with his daughter than anything else. He took his place on the bean bag chair.  

Clint Barton sat on the table outside the circle. He was a sharp shooter in his time and found more comfort in the distance. He kept to himself and had an exceptionally entertaining habit of making quick remarks under his breath few were fortunate to hear. You were determined to hand him a book with a plot twist not even he could see coming. You resided to put Defending Jacob by William Landay on hold.  

A few others filled out the circle; familiar faces of men and women most would look past on the streets. Dark circles under their eyes, a hardened look about them. Some with tattoos and long beards, other’s draped in leather. Some, you could see the ghost of their former selves in their eyes, but they all seemed to lighten as they sat around the circle.  

A moment of peace. It’s all you could offer and they took it gladly.  

“Hey everyone. We’ve got a newbie in today.” You gestured to Bucky and he slowly lifted his hand in an awkward wave. “This is Bucky. Bucky, this is the group. Play nice.”

“What’s your rank, soldier?” Tony quipped from his chair; legs kicked out over the side. He never had much of a filter, or a sense of restraint. You shot him a glare he didn’t seem to notice, or rather he didn’t care.  

“Sergeant,” Bucky clarified, though you could hear the strain in his voice. He said it as though it burned him, like the very act of the title was painful just to speak.  

“Where’d you serve?”

“Tony, we’re not grilling the new kid today,” you warned, but Bucky cleared his throat.

“Afghanistan mostly.” He curled his hand into a fist, pinching at the pages of The Yellow Wallpaper in his grip. A hardness had swept over most of his features, almost in a protective layer, and you wanted to whack Tony upside the head for stealing the soft undertones in his expression.  

“And the rest?”

Bucky paused, releasing his fist. “Classified.”  

Tony pursed his lips, staring Bucky down over the top lens of his thick rimmed glasses. A testament of wills. A challenge. Then, he nodded, satisfied.  

“Great,” you groaned, rolling your eyes playfully. “Now that Tony here has finished interrogating our newest member, we can get started.”

“Hey, consider it my welcome to the group!” Tony hands thrown defensively in the air. Scott nodded from his couch, remembering his own initiation the day Tony demanded to know the extent of his robbery charges following his discharge.  

You shook your head, smiling spreading back to your lips and you were thankful to find that Bucky had sat back into the couch, relaxing as the attention moved back to you.  

“I think we’ll just spend today reading,” you said. “I’ll put on the playlist Tony recommended – and don’t worry, I did browse through to make sure he didn’t slip any rock anthems in again. We don’t need to give Dr. Selvig down the hall another heart attack when Back in Black starts blaring directly after Yiruma.”

The room laughed and you were purposeful in glancing over at Bucky to see if a smile caught on his lips. It was small, a little uncomfortable as his eyes flickered around the room at the other group members, but he seemed to soften as he landed on you again. You nodded at him.  

“Alright kids, hush up now.” You pressed play and the gentle strokes of a piano began to fill the room. “I’ll wake you in an hour.”

You waited until everyone settled in and opened their books. One of the older gentlemen in the back with a long and burly white beard and a leather vest draped over his shoulders set the open novel on his chest and promptly closed his eyes for his weekly nap. You smiled to yourself as you watched the heavy rise and fall of his chest – the man deserved one decent hour of rest a week, anyway.  

By the time you made your way back to the couch, you noticed Bucky had tensed up again. He was staring down at the book, harsh breaths pressing through his nose as he tried to keep the book propped open with on hand, losing his place as he tried to turn the page. His jaw was clenched so tight you wondered if he’d bite it clean off.  

He didn’t dare ask for help or so much as look in your direction, but it was a determination you’d come to expect from the people you met in these halls. It didn’t mean you couldn’t offer it anyway.  

You quietly opened a drawer at the edge of the room, pushing aside knick knacks and old ketchup packets until you came across a small wooden clip. One of the older members had used it when he was going through extensive PT for his hand and couldn’t pinch his fingers enough to grip the thin slip of the page. You pulled it from the drawer and quickly skirted your way back to the couch beside Bucky.

“Here,” you offered, extending the clip to him as the book fell closed on his lap for the fourth time. He looked up at you, confused. You wondered if he realized how cute he looked when his brows pinched together like that; made him look about ten years younger and wiped the evidence of the war clean off his face.  

You smiled at him. “It holds the pages down for you. Look.”

Gently pulling the book from his lip, you opened to the first page and set the clip at the bottom of the binding. When you released it, the pages stayed open, giving him free range of motion to turn the page without losing his place.  

He blinked a few times as he stared down at the book. It was clear he’d never considered a tool like this and you wondered how many times he had sat down with the intention of reading only to find he couldn’t even turn past the first page. He might have been able to figure out the skill in it if he’d had the patience, but you imagined his own frustration got in the way of that. He seemed to have little patience for himself, as soldiers returning home often did. 

There was a brief moment when the tips of his fingers brushed over yours as you pulled away. His hands were warm, almost feverish in comparison to the chill in your own. A blush warmed his cheeks and his eyes quickly darted down to the pages. Your stomach was in pleasant knots.  

“Thanks,” he replied quietly, a soft semblance of a smile rising sweetly at the edges of his lips.  

You nodded, settling in on the couch beside him and pulling your own book up into your lap. You listened to the gentle strokes of the piano carrying softly through the room until a page turned on your left and then, you let yourself sink into the bindings of the book perched upon your lap.  

***

“So! What did you think?!”

It was the first thing you said as the final group member exited the room. Barely even a footstep out the door and you were already anxiously awaiting his reaction. Bucky was busy pushing the couch back into its original position and he glanced back at you to see you biting nervously on your lip, hands wringing out in front of you. You were swaying onto your tip toes like a kid hyped up on sugar. It was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.  

“It was... a little creepy at the end?” Bucky chuckled, glancing down at The Yellow Wallpaper as it sat on the coffee table. “The woman went completely mad.”

You nodded vigorously, the smile on your face beaming and he had to watch himself to keep from mirroring your excitement.  

"It’s a critique on how women’s mental health was perceived in the nineteenth century!” you explained with that giddy look on your face, reaching down for the book and flipping the pages through your fingers, the soft brush of wrinkled paper touching over each thumbprint. “Women were believed to be weak minded and frail, unable to handle more than two hours of mental stimulation. The woman in the story was prescribed ‘rest’ by her physician to treat her depression, essentially restricting her to little more than staring at the walls.”  

You rolled your eyes, groaning dramatically, and drawing a smile to Bucky’s face that ached into his cheeks. “Slowly, it drove her to seek stimulation in impossible places, like the image of a woman she saw in the wallpaper! By the end of the story, that’s who she became. Wild, right?”

You shook your head, seemingly lost in astonishment. There was a slight crinkle in your nose when you smiled that wide, Bucky realized, like even the features on your face couldn’t hope to contain the joy bursting from your smile. Radiated like the fucking sun. Bucky was helpless in his stance, frozen, as he listened to you.  

“You know the author once said, ‘it’s not intended to drive people crazy, but to save people from being driven crazy,’” you continued, setting the book down with such a gentle touch, almost as if it were a living, breathing thing. You handled it with such care and Bucky began to wonder if you’d ever touch him like that – if he was worth such tenderness.  

The thought startled him and he quickly swallowed it back. Jaw clenched, right hand pressed to a fist in the pocket of his jacket. Stone cold expression. And yet – you were still talking about that book, all starry eyed and adorable, and a smile managed to crack through his lips. It was his new favorite book, he decided. Whatever could make you smile like that was his favorite. He’d sit there and read the fucking phone book if you asked him to.  

“She wrote it in retaliation of her own experience of a physician disregarding her depression. It's actually quite remarkable when you think about it. It's one of the earliest American Feminist works of it’s– ” You froze suddenly, hand clamping over your mouth. You winced at him, slowly pealing your palm away. “Oh God, I’m rambling. I tend to get a little excited about these things... You must be so bored right now.”

Bucky couldn’t help the smile as it rose in his cheeks. He liked seeing you so flustered, caught up in a passion he so rarely saw these days. He didn’t know the last time he cared about anything as much as you cared for books. He could have easily listened to you talk like that for hours without interruption.  

“No, no, not bored at all,” he reassured you and you visibly relaxed, relief sweeping through your shoulders. You started to fold up the chairs when Bucky cleared his throat, drawing your attention back. “I, uh, I did like the story, though. Has a lot of relevance today. I see why you like it.”

If he thought you were going to burst before, he should have waited to see how you were looking at him now. Chewing on the inside of your cheek in hopes of suppressing it, though it clearly did little use.  You planted your hands on your hips.  

“Watch what you say, Barnes. I’ll talk your ear off.”

Bucky shrugged. “I’m already down an arm, what’s an ear, too?”

The second the words left his lips, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head; drenching his clothes, goosebumps on his ice, sinking into his veins and freezing him to stone. He woken up from a pleasant dream by the harsh ringing of an alarm. He'd been pushed off a cliff, stomach churning in the freefall.  

You knew. Obviously, you knew.  

You weren’t blind and he was certain you could tell there was a startling absence where his left arm should be, even with the poorly camouflaged sleeve hanging off his side. It wasn’t fooling strangers on the street and it certainly didn’t fool you either, even if it gave him an ounce of peace, like maybe he could pretend he was whole again.

But you’d brought him that book clip for a reason.  

You knew.  

At yet, this was the first time he mentioned it aloud. Actually said the words. Drew attention to the fact that he was a broken mess of who he used to be and now he was waiting for you to flinch, for the familiar shades of pity and embarrassment to cloud over your starry eyes, but he waited and waited and – it never came.  

Instead, you started to laugh.  

It filled the room and washed away whatever panic was surging inside of him within a matter of seconds. The most beautiful sound he’d ever heard and he wished you didn’t shield your hand over your lips in an effort to contain it because – God – he could have spent his whole life sitting in that moment. Tears in your eyes, a smile on your face, looking at him like he was the man he was before the war, like he was something worth looking at.  

“You’re funny, James Barnes,” you said after you caught your breath again, a whisper of a laugh still lingering in your voice. You brushed the tears from your eyes.  

Bucky’s chest felt instantly lighter. His right hand was swinging down at his side and he brought it up to his hair to brush it from his face.  

“I could use a new book for next week,” he started, a little surprised at himself, and judging by the look in your eyes, it surprised you too. But you were smiling at him and it gave him the courage to continue. “Thought maybe you could help me find something?”

“Really?” you asked, practically glowing. “You’ll come back next week?”

He’d do anything if you kept looking at him like that.  

“Yeah,” was all he said, but you looked as though he told you he’d just told you he won the lottery. Maybe he had.  

“Well then, I’d be happy to! Just, um, hold on a second,” you scrambled around the room, looking for a pen and paper. You clicked a pen a few times before doodling in the corner to get the ink moving. When you were finished, you handed it to him. “These are my hours at the library. Come by anytime, okay? If I’m not up front, ask Mrs. Jefferson to page me. She’ll know who you are.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, staring down at the scribbled numbers. Did you talk about him at work? Butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the thought. He wondered what kinds of things you would say about him.  

“Walk me out?” you asked, grabbing your coat from the rack and gesturing to the door. Bucky looked up, not even realizing the room was already set back in its original formation, the empty box of donuts discarded.  

He nodded, following you to the door.  

“You know, I’m really happy you decided to come today,” you said as you passed into the hallway. Bucky kept an even pace at your side and tried not to let the butterflies in his stomach escape to where you could see.  

“Almost didn’t,” he admitted with a tired chuckle.  

“Figured by the staring contest you were having with the building before the coffee incident.”

Bucky winced, but you were smiling as he looked over at you and he felt the tension slip from his muscles instantly. “I am sorry about that...”

“Maybe you can just owe me a coffee,” you suggested casually, as if the prospect of spending time together, just the two of you didn’t make the butterflies crawl a little further up into his chest. “A real one. Not the shitty stuff we serve at the VA.”

Bucky swallowed, pushing the creatures back into his stomach. His throat was dry. “I can do that.”  

He pictured sitting across from you at a café, watching your hands curl around the outside of a mug, the steam of it brushing on your nose. Glistening in the reflection of the sunlight peaking through the windows, draped in the glow of the sunset. He’d buy you a thousand coffees.  

“Okay, well, I’ll see you soon then?”

Bucky looked around and realized suddenly that he was standing outside. The cold breeze had turned into a frigid autumn chill with the sun nearly set behind the skyline. Peaks of orange remained at the horizon, mimicking the colors in your sweater. When he looked down, he could still see the stain of coffee on the sidewalk.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, determined to push past whatever doubt etched into his way. It faded in an instant as he saw your lips curve up high into your cheeks. “I’ll see you soon.”

[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

***

If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

[whatifxwereyou]

Firestorm Part 4: A Spider's Web

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021 Liu Kang x Reader

A/N: Sorry for how late I'm posting today. It's been a weeeeeek. But we're all good to go! Next week is going to be... fiery, wink wonk wink wonk. Enjoy some Lao!

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The corners of your vision were dark, like a scene from an old movie. Your body wouldn’t move. You felt pinned. Inhaling sharply in panic you couldn’t exhale. Something was above you. Something dark and foul. You were terrified. Its mouth was open in a wide grin, eyes fixed on you with wicked delight. Clammy, clawed hands grasped your wrists and held you in place but you couldn’t have fought them anyway. You were frozen in terror, like someone had paralyzed you.

Cold yellow and white eyes flashed as they examined your features, scanned your face. The creature leaned closer to you and inhaled deeply, as if to smell your fear. Its breath was freezing and you managed to whimper in terror though your breath was so caught in your chest that you thought the pain might kill you before whatever this thing was did.

Its breath stunk of death and the drool that dripped from his teeth fell on your face and made you want to gag. You tried to move, tried to fight, but your body felt suspended. You managed to clasp your hand into a fist and the creature screamed in your face and grasped your wrists harder, pushing you violently down.

“You will bow!” It hissed in a horrific shriek.

That had broken the dam. You thrashed, shrieked, pulled your wrists but it grasped you tighter and harder and laughed at you the entire time. You couldn’t escape. You weren’t strong enough! Your wrists were aching.

“You will not see!” It was a hiss from all over the room. You couldn’t get away from the sound. It was in your head, rattling around. You closed your eyes tight and thrashed, fought, tried to use all you knew about martial arts to break free but nothing worked. When you opened your eyes again, the creature was gone.

You were alone, sitting upright in bed, trembling.

Your wrists were aching and you gasped greedily for breath. Then you held your head in your hands and sobbed into them. You had to take deep breaths. You were making it worse by hyperventilating. Deep breaths. You had to calm down. Your whole body was sore, like you’d spent time lifting weights far too heavy for you.

It was still raining but nowhere near as hard as it had been the night before.

Listen to the rain.

It had to have been a nightmare.

Nothing more.

Your subconscious was terrible. Shaking from head to toe, you talked yourself down. It was a bad dream. With everything going on it was your mind playing tricks on you. The drool you’d felt was actually the rain. The oppressive feeling was just the whole… god-curse thing.

You finally breathed and relaxed your grip on yourself.

Rolling your shoulders, you leaned your head back and then froze as you caught sight of the rest of your room.

Oh no.

Apparently, the last few days had been a fluke when it came to your ink.

Those sharp and deadly webs of ink had filled your room. The only space free was your bed. There wasn’t even any room on the floor next to it this time. Leaning back against the wall, you sighed. Your hands ached in remembrance of the last time this happened. Getting rid of it had left you bruised and honestly, your hands were still sore. You were tired of being sore.

Did you really have it in you to get rid of it again? It wasn’t like you had a choice. You couldn’t even consider crawling through the ink to get out of it. The only other option was to go out the window and that wasn’t an easy feat either. You didn’t feel up to either task.

In fact, you felt hungover. Once again, you got all the drama and discomfort without any of the fun. Life wasn’t fair. You just had to deal with that. If you didn’t get rid of the ink then there would be no food, no proper clothes, no cleaning up. Someone would come find you eventually and then you’d have to explain what happened.

You rubbed your hands together and kicked off your blankets then sat on your knees. To work. You weren’t quite sure what you’d done last time to make it go away. You’d just hoped that it would. So that’s what you’d do again. Hold out your hand to the ink and hope. It seemed ludicrous now that you were trying to do it again. You adjusted the oversized shirt you had worn to bed and then held your hand close to the ink. You closed your eyes, took slow breaths, and then focused on your arcana.

It was a part of you. While often it felt like the hands that had tainted you were using it against you, it was still yours. You had proven yourself capable time and again and this would be no different.

Energy, dark and twisted, all yours, surrounded you. It bent to your will with a thought. Peaking an eye open, you expected the ink to be gone but it persisted. Tangled webs still spread throughout your room, dangerous and sharp. Your fingertips were black with ink as though you could write with them. You’d try that another time.

Closing your eyes again, you focused again on the arcana you’d already spread throughout the room and trying to get rid of it. There was a pulling sensation deep inside of you, as if something was trying to tug your spine up through your chest and then like a thousand rubber bands were wrapped around your ribcage and pulling them out of place. You hunched forward in pain and then pulled your hand back with a yelp as the ink sliced at your palm.

Whining, you held your hand close and looked at the superficial cut. “Ow.” You placed your palm to your lips and sucked away the blood drawn. Still nothing. Damn. Ink was everywhere.

There was a knock at your door.

“Uhh…” You said loud enough to be heard on the other side of it.

“Y/N?” Kung Lao’s voice called to you. “You awake?”

“Umm, yes.”

“You sound weird. Why do you sound weird?”

“Well, I’m having a problem.”

“…a lady problem?”

“What? No.” You laughed in disbelief and heard Kung Lao breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m stuck.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“I’m… it’s difficult to explain. Just know that it’s true.” You covered your legs with the blanket again.

“I’m coming in.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

Kung Lao opened the door as much as he could, which wasn’t much, and stared in a surprise. His jaw dropped.

“Wow, you really are stuck. Are you practicing in here alone again? Liu told me that you were doing that, by the way.”

“Umm… no. I had a nightmare.”

“Oh. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a nightmare. And I’m very stuck. I can’t seem to get rid of it… and I’m a little nervous so trying has been… well, trying.” You had to peek beneath some of the ink to get a clear view of Kung Lao and even then, you couldn’t see him properly.

“So this is how you deal with nightmares?” He tapped his hat against the ink and looked impressed by how sturdy it was. They looked frail. Thin and spun but sharp and solid.

“I don’t have any control over it, Lao! I woke up and it was like this!”

“But you can get rid of it, right? And if you pass out, I’ll just take you to the infirmary afterward.” Lao shrugged as if that were no big deal.

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“Can you at least try?”

“I already tried!”

“Well, get up and try again.”

“I’m not wearing any pants.” You pouted and he laughed.

“I’ve seen your legs before, Y/N. Come on.”

“Yeah, when I was nine.”

“Have they changed much? Should I be worried? What’s wrong with your legs, Y/N?”

“Focus, Lao!” You laughed and then climbed out from beneath your blankets and sat on your knees again. “Okay. I’m going to try.” You closed your eyes and focused again on the energy of your arcana. You could feel it swirling around you, like a warm welcoming wave. You could have reached out and grabbed ink out of thin air and made whatever you wanted with it. It was a good feeling. A warm feeling. A stark difference in comparison to the cold and clammy misery you’d woken up to.

Then you tried to will the ink away and gasped as the air was stolen right from your lungs. You fell forward on the bed, grabbing it in a panic to stay upright. Coughing, you tried to catch your breath.

Shit.

“Whoa, whoa, hey!” Kung Lao was searching through the ink as if trying to find a way through it to get to you. If you couldn’t fit then he certainly couldn’t. He was way larger than you. You held you hand up to let him know you were okay and focused on breathing. You were suddenly nauseous, lips tingling as if you’d pushed yourself way too far.

“That didn’t work.”

“I see that.” Kung Lao took off his hat and scratched his head comically. “I don’t think I can even get my hat through there to get to you.” He tried to crack the ink with the hat but instead he was repelled backwards as if striking metal. “You should try to make these when you fight.”

“Only if I want to kill somebody.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m going to try again in a second.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” Kung Lao walked away without waiting for you to respond. Like you could go anywhere. You were stuck. It was embarrassing but also kind of hilarious. You had trapped yourself in your room while you’d been sleeping! Hopefully, Kung Lao wasn’t off finding someone else to observe your shame.

“I guess I’ll just keep trying.” You would do so until it either went away or you passed out. Either would solve your problem, you supposed. Closing your eyes, you took deep, calming breaths and willed away the nausea. If you meditated for a few seconds then maybe you could harness your energy a bit better. You could do this. Your arcana was there. You knew you could create with it so why wasn’t it going away?

Then suddenly something crashed heavily on the bed behind you and you screamed, turned, and struck blindly. Kung Lao had climbed in through your window and was now slammed back against the wall laughing. “Y/N!” He laughed with wide eyes and you fell over, practically wheezing with laughter. “Wow!” He rubbed the spot on his chest where you’d struck him.

“You scared me!”

“I just climbed through your window to help you and you decked me!”

“Yeah, well I also had a nightmare about a gross man crawling over me so excuse me for my instinct to fight when some dude jumps through my window.”

“Gross man?” He frowned.

“Focus, Kung Lao.” You gestured behind you to the ink sprawled throughout your room.

“Right. One problem at a time.” Kung Lao adjusted himself on the bed and set his hat aside. “Try again?”

“Yeah, of course. I… I did it once. I just don’t know how I did it that first time and then the second time was when…”

“Yeah, when Raiden shocked you into heart failure. Hard to forget.” Kung Lao positioned himself behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Lean on me if you need to.”

“Just keep me from falling over with my ass in the air, please.”

“Tempting. No promises.”

You swatted blindly behind him with a laugh then closed your eyes and cleared your throat. This was distracting. Kung Lao was distracting. You rolled your shoulders and, realizing that you had some nerves about it, Kung Lao spoke quietly in your ear.

“Inhale deeply.” He encouraged. “Exhale slowly.” You did as he guided. He helped you find your focus again. Your heart had been racing after you had decked him. “Become more energized with every breath you take. Allow your energy to grow. Encourage that energy…” You focused on Kung Lao’s words, on your arcana, and on the ink that you could visualize spread throughout your room. You were genuinely surprised that he had guided you so easily through meditation. Kung Lao wasn’t exactly the most patient guy you’d ever met.

In your mind’s eye you could see the ink emerging from your sleeping body like an explosion. At least this time it hadn’t stained everything you owned. If you could visualize it leaving your body then maybe you could visualize it returning to you too. Visualize each strand leaving the room in an explosive burst into your hands instead of your body. You didn’t want to hurt Kung Lao if you could help it and you didn’t want to become a human bruise either.

Then, as though someone had thrown bricks right at your hands, you fell back against Kung Lao. Your moment of peace was gone and replaced by aching in your hands. You hissed in agony and shook them out. Kung Lao wrapped his arms around you protectively. He was looking down at you with a wide smile, impressed. It was a goofy sort of look and you admired him from below.

“Wow, just like that, huh?”

You swatted at his arm. “That was a lot of work, okay?”

“Didn’t look like a lot of work.”

You swatted at him again and he mouthed ‘ow’ as he often did. “You’re ridiculous, Lao.” He hugged you close and pulled you against his chest. Sometimes you forgot how strong he was and you were comforted.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Thank you for helping me.”

“I’m supposed to help you train today. Are you up for that? You’re all… clammy.” He patted your bare thigh and you swatted his hand away then snatched your pillow and pulled it into your lap.

“I’m up for trying but I’ll have to take it slow.” You felt much better now that your room wasn’t filled with ink and you didn’t have to consider abandoning it and all your worldly possessions to your arcana. “Wait, do you mean like… the kind of training that Raiden wants me to do or…?”

“Combat is more my thing. We’ve gotta keep you strong. I can take it easy on you. Don’t worry.” He smirked but you were already tired thinking about it. “Ready?”

“I need pants, Lao.” You laughed and pushed him off of you and toward the edge of your bed. He sighed dramatically and placed his feet on the ground.

“Fine. If you must.” He summoned his hat back to his hand and then slipped it on his head, tucking the strap beneath his chin with a little wiggle. “Meet you out there.” He smirked and then left you alone.

You flopped back on the bed in exhaustion. Then you sat up and meditated to calm the remaining nausea. Then you got cleaned up, dressed, and grabbed food before going to meet Kung Lao. For the first time in a long time you felt uncomfortable being alone. Thankfully, you weren’t alone for long. Soon enough you were in the fight pit practicing with Kung Lao. You focused on forms and technique since you were weary. You were slow which you hated. It was difficult to get used to being so limited by your body and mind. Up until recently you’d done this everyday teaching others at every skill level. You’d never thought that you’d miss the energy you used to have.

“You’re slow today.” Kung Lao stopped you, hands folded behind his back. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“I’m sorry. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” It was a lame attempt at a joke. Kung Lao even gave you a look of disapproval. Like he had room to talk. His jokes were terrible.

“I need you to get back to where you were, Y/N.”

“I know. I’ll get there. This isn’t me giving up, Lao.” You sat on the steps of the fight pit. The drizzle that had fallen earlier had stopped and was replaced with partially sunny skies. Dark clouds loomed in the distance, likely the last remnants of the storm that had blown through like a whirlwind. Kung Lao sat next to you with a thud.

“We done for today?”

“I don’t think I have more in me. I’m sorry. I want to do more but… I’m tired.” You smiled apologetically. “I’ll try again after I rest if you insist.

“No, it’s fine. We can do something else.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. It’s fine. Rest is important.”

“Good.” You yawned and stretched your arms over your head. “Have you seen Liu today?”

“Yeah, he’s having a long day.” Kung Lao whistled low as though he were very much not jealous of Liu’s day. “He and Raiden are trying something. He wouldn’t give me details but I didn’t ask for them either. I offered to help but Liu sent me to find you instead.”

“Oh, so you two are taking turns keeping an eye on me now, are you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He shrugged and then averted his eyes. He stunk of guilt. You knew why now but it was still hard to be mad at Kung Lao, honestly. He was too… cute.

“It’s true he asked me to but I would have found you anyway. Who am I kidding?” Kung Lao clasped his hands together, elbows on his knees, tapping one foot. “I always seem to anyway, don’t I? Even when I didn’t realize it was you.” He smiled at you but you averted your eyes. You supposed that he did. He always had.

“Thanks for sticking with me, Lao. Even though I’m less fun than ever today.”

“I’m having fun.” He pouted his lower lip. “Are you not having fun?”

You rolled your eyes at him. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Oh, right, the whole gross nightmare thing.” He considered. “That’s not so fun, I suppose. And you punched me. That wasn’t fun.” You smiled. He always brought mirth to the moment, even when things were their heaviest. You were forever grateful to be reunited with your Kung Lao. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to your room and we can find a way to spend the rest of the day.”

“Food, I assume?”

“How’d you know?”

“I remember you very well, Kung Lao. Even as kids you liked to eat.” You teased. You joked on your way to grab food which you brought back to your room. Then you spent the afternoon playing games and eating. It was just the afternoon you’d needed after your horrible nightmare. Kung Lao stayed until late then left to get some sleep. You weren’t sure you would be able to do the same after the morning you’d had.

[lovelyshawnn]

Shes Just My Omega: Alpha!Shawn x Omega! Y/N

Y/N overhears Shawn say something she wasnt meant to hear. Angst angst angst.

It was the last friday of the month, which meant tonight was the monthly party thrown at the pack house. It was a mix of werewolves and humans who all attended the same university as we did, just something to take a little bit if the edge off after training the whole month.

It was around 11pm, the peak of the party, as the kegs were getting emptier and empter as the dance floor filled up. The colorful lights beamed off the walls as the music blared, allowing me to feel the bass in my chest. I was currently in a very intense game of beer pong against Brian, when I suddenly got a very distinct craving for some pringles chips.

“Be right back, and don’t touch anything!” I screamed over my shoulder at Brian as I made my was to the kitchen, shoving my way through the bodies. Making my way closer to the kitchen that held my beloved pringles, I saw Shawn leaning against the kitchen counter, naturally exuding his alpha energy, while chatting with one of the frat boys from the university.

Just as I was about to make my way into the kitchen, I heard my name fall from his lips. “Y/N?” Shawn scoffed, “No, god no. She’s just my little omega.”

“Seriously? Shes cute!” The frat boy whos name I’ve already forgotten replied. “Yeah, and I know she’d do anything I ask including giving me a good fuck but, no. I could never date her,” Shawn chuckled before raising the cup up to his lips again for the hundredth time that night. The frat boy hollered in laughter, shaking his head at the cocky alpha.

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I felt my blood boil all while my heart shattered to pieces. All those months feeled with little flirtatious gestures, late night talks, lingering gazes, it all meant nothing to him? He saw me as nothing but.... his fucking omega? Just one of his followers from the pack? My jaw clenched as I stormed out of the packed living room, immediately running upstairs ti my room and packing an overnight bag to stay at Jack’s for the night.

“Thanks for letting me crash here tonight, I owe you one,” I said to my best friend since middle school as I draped a blanket over myself on his couch.

“No problem, kid. You wanna talk about it?” He replied. “Nah,” I shook my head. He nodded before wishing me a good night and heading up to his room. And that was it.

I closed my eyes, reading to drift off to sleep when I got a text notification.

1:02 am

Shawn

Y/N where are you?

You should’ve at least told someone before you left

Y/N this isnt funny, where are you? Are you okay?

I rolled my eyes at the sight. I was done playing his game, wondering if I really meant something to him or if he was just being his usual protective alpha self as he was to everyone else in the pack. I put the phone on mute before resting my eyes and finally nodding off.

When the morning came, I was woken by the sound of loud booming knocks on the door. Groggy and confused, I begrudgingly shoved the blankets off my body befofe making my way towards Jack’s front door. Upon opening the door, it revealed a visbily upset Shawn, chest heaving and everything.

“Y/N! Are you fucking crazy?” He wasted no time in giving one of his infamous lectures. His loud volume didn’t help the pounding hangover headache from last night’s alcohol. “How did you even find me?”

“I smelled you. Next time you decide to run off, try picking a place more than a mile away?” He rambled, “I was worried- I mean, we were all worried! We didn’t know if you were even alive!”

“God, could you be any more dramatic, Shawn?” I answered, eyes still closed as I rubbed my temples.

“Whats going on?” Jack came from his bedroom, shirtless and plaid pajama bottoms hanging low on his waist. Shawn glanced between the two of us, jaw clenching before he grabbed ahold of my hand, “We’re leaving. Now. You’re already late for training.”

He dragged me out of there so quick that I was barely able to muster a “I’m sorry!” to Jack before being dragged away like a child.

The tension in the room was thick, and the rest of the pack could definitely feel it. Brian was the closest to the both of you, but he knew better than to get in between one of our fights. The only thing they could do was to sit back and wait for it to play itself out.

I wasn’t my usual happy self during training. I usually enjoyed training with Shawn, loving to find an excuse to have his body pressed against mine. We would wrestle with banter, light laughter filling the room as we fought for dominance. But today wasn’t the case. My blood boiled just looking at his face, and it reflected in my actions.

“3, 2, 1!” Matt counted down for us. I lunged toward Shawn with no hesitation. The feeling of not wanting to hurt someone I fell so deeply for was long gone. Shawn was stronger than me, without a doubt. But I was faster. And I took him completely off guard, him not expecting this harsher new side to me. I had him pinned beneath me in a matter of minutes. I immediately jumped off of him as soon as Brian called my win, not wanting to prolong any of our skin on skin contact. Shawn chuckled lightly, suprised and slightly proud of my win, that didn’t come so often when it was against him.

“Good one, pup,” He smiled, raising his hand for me to shake as he always did after our training fights. The pet name that was specifically reserved for me made my heart sting. I walked out of the warehouse without so much of a glance at him or any of the other pack members. And this his how training went for the next couple of days. I no longer stayed back to observe, watching Shawn’s muscles flex as he fought with Matt or Geoff. I came in, trained, and left. I couldn’t stand spending an extra minute in the same room as Shawn.

About a week after the party, I was pulling an all nighter on the living room couch, struggling to finish my essay for my history class. The clock read 2:47 am, and I still wasn’t close to finishing. I was so engrossed into my laptop that I almost didn’t hear Shawn’s bedroom door open.

“Y/N,” he said, standing above me, trying to get my attention. Choosing to ignore him just like I’ve been doing for the past week, I continued typing away. Until my laptop was rudely yanked away from my grasp. “Shawn, what the fu-“

“Y/N,” he pleaded, “What the fuck did I do? I can’t sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep without you this whole week so can you please just tell me what I did?”

I rolled my eyes, “What? The big bad alpha can’t sleep without his little omega?” I said with venom dripping in my words.

He gulped, “Pup, what are you talking about?” I stood up from my seat from the couch, “Don’t call me that! I heard what you said about me at the party!”

His eyes widened as he realized his mistake, “Pup, please. I-I can explain.”

“Please! You could never date me? Find someone else to cuddle with then! Don’t fucking play with my feelings and lead me on!”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please just let me explain,” He took a step closer, reaching out to grab my hand. I flinched away immediately, his skin feeling like it was burning mine. Nevertheless, I let out a sigh and took a seat back on the couch, a wordless signal for him to keep going.

“I-I love you. And it scared the shit out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and when Brad mentioned you, I just kind of freaked out. Please pup, I was drunk and I know thats not an excuse but I was just... scared,” He looked at me with pleading eyes.

“How can I even believe anything you say after what I heard? How could I trust you?” I replied. His head dropped, “Because...you’re my mate.”

My eyes widened, jaw dropping as he finished his sentence. “Your mate? What are you talking about?”

“Y/N, theres a reason why I can smell your scent way better than anyone elses, and why I can’t sleep without you, and why it kills me to not know where you are. I didn’t tell you because I guess I was in denial but... it hurts when you’re not with me,” Shawn reached out for my hand, but this time I didn’t flinch away.

“It feels much more intense for me because I’m an alpha but.. I know you feel it too Pup,” he raised his hand to my face, thumb gently stroking my cheek and immediately making me feel at ease again. I lulled it over in my head, thinking about how he always made me feel the warmest and safe inside, nothing I’ve ever felt with my previous boyfriends.

I locked eyes with him, listening to his steady heart beat that indicated no lying involved. I sighed defeatedly, “One chance. Mess this up, and you’re done.”

His eyes instantly lit up, grinning wide. He pulled me into a hug, absolutely beaming with happiness as he peckered kisses across my face, “I promise you won’t regret this, love.”

Oh god, what did I just get myself into?

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Ace

Word Count: 1,776

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OC Character

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader ; Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhangerish?

A/N: Part 2?

Masterlist

(gifs not mine)

“No, not like that. Like this,” you watched as your dad taught your brother how to unload and reload his gun for the 100th time.

You continued sitting in the war room, trying to study.

Instead, you found yourself watching your Dean and your brother, praying that you could be close with him. After your mom died, Dean took you and your brother in. Unfortunately for you, Dean favorited your brother, and never realized how much he showed it.

You got along fine with Sam, both like reading, good grades, smart, the whole pack. But, you knew he still preferred your brother.

Most of the time you ignored it, but sometimes it got hard.

“You know, I’m not proud of much, but I’m proud of you,” your dad smiled, patting your brother’s back.

“Thanks, Dad,” 

You sighed, looking back to your textbook and snapping out of your thoughts.

“(Y/N), wanna watch a movie?” you hear your brother ask.

“No, I’m studying,” you reply, starting to take some notes.

“You never want to do anything fun anymore. It’s annoying,” he rolled his eyes.

“Hey, be nice,” Dean warned.

You were a little surprised over his reaction, normally he wouldn't say anything.

“I have work to do. I want to keep my grades up,” you sighed.

Another lie.

All you cared about was that you were away from your family.

“You’re so boring now. You've changed,” he said.

“I know,” you grab your textbook and your notebook, making your way to your room.

---

“I got three concert tickets!” your brother exclaimed, running into the bunker.

“Sweet, kid! Who are you taking?” Dean asked.

“Me, you, and Uncle Sam,” he replied.

“What about (Y/N)?” you heard Sam ask.

It’s nice to know you weren't completely invisible to everyone.

“I don't want to go,” you shrugged.

“Are you sure? You don't go anywhere,” Sam asked.

Dean just stared at you quietly.

“I’m sure. Have fun,” you say before leaving.

---

You sat at your desk, finishing up your schoolwork, when your mind drifts off to somewhere else, thinking about your life.

Thinking about how much you missed your mom, thinking about how much you wanted Sam to be your father instead. You might not be his favorite but at least he doesn't pretend you don't exist.

You thought about everything Dean didn't know about you. Your favorite color, what college you wanted to go to. What your favorite book was, or your hunts.

The hunts were your hardest secret. You always hacked into whatever database you could, gathering information.

Sometimes, you’d release information for other hunters to use. Other times, you’d help hunters, wearing a mask to hide your identity. But, mostly, you snuck out, doing them solo. 

Not that they ever noticed. The one thing you hid was your name, using the nickname Ace. Not that it had any meaning to you, you came up with it after you realized Sam and Dean also knew the hunters that you sold information to.

You realized how much you truly missed your mom, and how much you wanted her back.

After you finished your work, you sat on your bed, looking at all the pictures and memories with your mom.

You didn't realize your tears till they fell down, falling on the pictures.

(Y/N) and Jason, 2003

You looked at the picture of you and your brother, realizing how far you've drifted from him.

You were never one to talk about your emotions, but you had completely changed everything about you. You were broken, you weren't human. You were just a shell. A numb shell.

But if you were so numb, why did you care about wanting Dean to notice you, about wanting your family to care about you? Was that bad or good?

You close your eyes, laying in bed. Not asleep, but not wanting to talk with your family.

---

You found a way to sneak out of the bunker. A hunter called, needed help with a nest. You grabbed your mask and left.

---

The anniversary of your mother’s death came, with you being the only one who cared. Even though you were still in pain. You were bruised and wounded from the last hunt, but you didn't care.

“Where are you going?” Jason asked you.

“I’m just going out for a bit,” you replied.

“Where?” he crossed his arms.

“Somewhere,” you knew if you told him the truth, he would be mad that you weren't taking him. And you could use some time away from him.

“Where?” he asked again.

“I'm just going out,” you replied,

rolling your eyes.

“What's going on?” you heard Dean’s voice.

Great, just great

“(Y/N)'s trying to sneak out,” your brother told Dean.

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Dean asked.

“I just wanted to go out,” you could feel your emotions threatening to spill, but held them in.

“Just go to your room. You’re grounded,” Dean said.

“W-What?” you said shakily.

“Grounded, for a week,” he replied.

You were on the verge of tears.

“Can this just start tomorrow, I really have to go,” you said, looking at the time.

“Whatever it is can wait. Go,” Dean motioned to your room.

You felt your heartbreaking, you felt something. You felt pain.

You quickly ran to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, as you let out quiet cries.

You couldn't risk letting anyone hear you.

You heard them knocking at the door, about to pick your lock.

“Please, leave me alone,” you said, keeping your voice strong.

Before anyone could say anything, your door was open, your brother stood in front of you. 

“What is going on with you?! Mom died, and that was painful. Now I lost you too. Y-You’re just quiet and weird all the time. And now you’re trying to sneak out,” he said to you.

“Do you have any idea what today is?” you asked him.

“No? Is it important?” he rolled his eyes.

“I guess not. Please, leave me alone,” you sighed.

He paused before leaving you alone in your room.

You grabbed a bottle of whiskey and headed to your room.

---

“What’s that noise?” Sam peaked his head up.

“I didn't hear anything.” Dean shrugged.

He heard glass shatter.

“What the?” Sam jumped up, running with his gun.

Dean followed behind closely as they ran into your room.

You laid on the ground, sitting up when they entered. You must've not realized that your wound was now open and bleeding.

“What the hell?” Dean looked at you, shocked.

You looked beside you, seeing the shattered whiskey bottle on the table.

When did that happen? you shrugged as you pushed yourself up, before stumbling to the table.

“Are you drunk? Are you fucking drunk?” Dean yelled.

“Yeah, so?” you replied.

You leaned against the wall, using it to keep yourself standing. You felt some blood drip from your clothes.

“Are you kidding me? You’re 15!” he yelled.

“Screw you!” you yelled.

“Dean?” Sam gave him a look.

“What?” he asked, not noticing anything wrong.

“She’s 17,” he replied.

He paused.

“Okay, just, move away from the glass before you hurt yourself.” Sam put his gun in his pocket, reaching a hand out to you.

“I hate you so much,” your eyes watered as you looked at Dean.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?!” Dean yelled.

“Why am I acting like this? This is how I fucking act! This is the real me! You’re too preoccupied with Jason to even get a look at me!” you yelled.

“That’s ridiculous, (Y/N),” he rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t know how old I am! You don’t know anything about me! I’m surprised you even know my name!” you cried.

You get your vision blurring. You were losing blood but didn't care enough. You didn't want to stop it. You wanted to bleed out right there and then.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“No! You listen to me! I’ve kept this in for a year! I-I thought that it was me! I thought that it was my fault! But it’s not! It’s not my fault! It’s your fault because you’re a terrible father!” you fell forward, as your hand went straight onto the shattered glass.

You let out a cry watching the blood fall from your hand.

“(Y/N),” Dean said softly, walking towards you.

“I wish you weren't my dad. I wish I died instead of my mom,” you cried.

“I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around you.

“I wish Sam was my dad,” you leaned against him, as he felt your body go limp.

“(Y/N)?” he said.

“(Y/N),” he repeated.

He pushed you off of him, looking at you carefully.

“Dean, she’s bleeding!” Sam pointed out, watching the blood drip from your clothes.

“What the hell? We have to go to the hospital. Get Jason,” he picked you up, running to the Impala, and driving off.

---

You woke up with a headache, squinting at the bright light.

Why was it so bright? 

You jumped up, remembering last night.

“Holy shit,” you groaned.

You heard a knock at the door as Sam walked in.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he closed the door behind him.

“I-Is Dean here? I’m…. last night,” you stuttered, not sure where to start.

“It’s okay….. h-he’s not here,” Sam sighed.

You felt your heart shatter.

“Of course he wasn't,” you sighed.

“(Y/N),” Sam started.

“Why would he be here? It’s not like anyone he cares about was here,” your eyes watered.

“It's not like that….” he said.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” you looked down, wiping your eyes.

“I’m sorry that he doesn't care about you,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah,” 

“I mean, I can’t blame him,” he started.

“What?” you looked up at him, shocked.

“I mean, you can’t blame him, no one cares about you, no one wants to be around you,” he shrugged.

“Why are you saying that?” you asked softly.

“It’s just the truth, and deep down you know it too,” he said.

“Please, leave,” you said.

You waited for him to leave the room before you cried softly.

You had to leave, you needed to leave. You stumbled out of the bed. You wrote a note on a piece of paper, sneaking out of the window.

---

“When will that idiot doctor let us go in?!” Dean groaned.

“I don’t know….” Sam froze as he saw himself leave your room.

“What's wrong?” Jason asked him.

“Shapeshifter,” he said to Dean.

“What? (Y/N),” Dean gasped, running to your room.

Sam went after the shifter, holding his silver knife.

Don’t look for me - (Y/N)

(Posted @ 12:57 PM on July 14, 2020)

[shutupandshipit]

A Scene Meant to be Secret - Oneshot

Summary: Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life.

Or where Sero should really stop walking around at night and just sleep instead. Sero's POV of some soft Bakugou and Midoriya.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for the wound description)

Notes: Here, have another outside POV of BakuDeku. Aizawa's POV was fun and so was this, so I might just keep writing them. Hope you guys enjoy!

Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life. He wished he could give the seemingly supernatural power away to someone like Mineta or Hagakure who might enjoy using it, but he was cursed to live with it, so he did.

Just last week, he'd walked in on Mina and Kirishima vigorously making out just as she was slipping her hand into his shorts. They were supposed to be studying, but that's what he got for not knocking.

Then, the week before that, he'd found Mineta rifling through a pile of dirty magazines and unsolicited pictures of girls from around the school in the middle of the night. He'd been at the table in the common room, salivating and utterly disgusting.

While Sero didn't know why he'd decided that was a good place to do that, he pushed that out of his mind. Instead of questioning, he burned the pile immediately on the back lawn while Mineta watched and shouted and squirmed. He had the hope that whatever demons or bad luck followed pictures taken without girls' knowledge would be dispelled with the burning of them. Unfortunately, now Mineta starred as his ever present sleep paralysis demon.

Then the week before that, he'd come across Aoyama and a pile of cheese. He hadn't stuck around long enough to find out what that was all about, but nightmares about the scene haunted him just to this day.

So, when he walked down to the common room closer to midnight than lights out, he wasn't really that surprised to hear a scuffle down below.

"Deku," he heard Bakugou growl roughly, and a quiet shushing.

"Ssh, stop being a baby. Do you want Mr. Aizawa to come out and catch us?"

He stalled on the stairs, straining his ears for what exactly was going on. If it wasn't anything crazy, then he could get some juice and just go back to bed. Maybe he could break up whatever fight was brewing before it even started. If it was something weird or crazy... Well, he wasn't equipped to handle that on his own and would just go back to his room without getting anything.

Silently stepping off the last stair, he peaked around the corner. The soft warm light from one of the overhead stove lights illuminated Bakugou and Midoriya sitting by the stove where a steaming bowl and a pot on a burner sat. Steam rose thick from the pot, but neither moved to get it.

Midoriya dipped a rag into the bowl at his elbow. "You need to be more careful, Kacchan. What if you had moved a second slower? You could have lost your eye because of that guy. Why do you have to fight everyone?" he reprimanded, wiping at the blood streaking down from a cut running straight from the corner of Bakugou's tightly closed eye back along the side of his head.

His hands were shaking.

Bakugou laughed hoarsely. "That's rich coming from you, Deku. You're just as bad as I am, you just don't start the fights. I saw you hit that guy. How's your knuckles?"

Silence fell in the room, and Sero fought the urge to swallow. If he did, they'd surely hear him. He'd never seen these two be soft with each other, and why would he have? They'd been at each other's throats since the first day of class.

Midoriya continued bandaging Bakugou's face without comment, still glaring at the other teen. When he was done, he tossed the rag back into the bowl and got up to pour water from the pot into two waiting cups.

"Deku-"

"I'm fine!" Midoriya snapped.

Sero had never heard Midoriya talk to Bakugou like that. His breath caught in his chest, and he held it there. Midoriya turned back as Bakgou caught his fingers. Just that one touch had Sero's mind reeling. What was he witnessing?

"You're shit at lying. Give me your hand."

With a sigh, Midoriya turned and let himself be pulled close until he was standing between Bakugou's knees while he examined his hand between their bodies. The top of Bakugou's head looked like it was touching Midoriya's chest from where Sero stood.

Midoriya flinched above him, and Katsuki murmured, "You're going to have to get this checked out by Recovery Girl in the morning. I think something is broken."

It was so quiet in the dorms, Sero could hear the water boiling in the pot, the sound of every breath they took and how they'd synced up.

"I'll be fine," Midoriya mumbled, and Sero flinched away from the scene as he felt more than heard Bakugou's anger rise.

He took a moment to catch his breath as Bakugou started shouting.

"Stop playing the fucking martyr! You want your hand to get more fucked up than it already is? You want to not be able to move it at all? Is that what you want, Deku? Because it's not-"

Sero peaked out again as Bakugou suddenly went quiet, just panting out his frustration.

Midoriya had his hand over Bakugou's eyes, staring softly down at him. "Breath, Kacchan, you're starting to panic again. Calm down, please. You're going to reopen your wounds."

"I can't calm down when you're always getting hurt," Bakugou growled, curling his fists in Midoriya's t-shirt at his waist, "And then refusing to go to Recovery Girl when there's clearly something wrong. There's nothing wrong with asking for help."

"Says the guy who is way to stubborn to ask for help himself," Midoriya teased, leaning closer though his hand remained over Bakugou's eyes, "So stubborn."

"Same to you."

"I learned how to from you." When he dipped his head down, catching Bakugou's parted lips, Sero couldn't hold in his gasp of surprise.

A hand slapped over his mouth to silence him though, and the other two seemed too preoccupied as Bakugou wrapped his arms around Midoriya's waist to hear him.

The hand dragged Sero away and back up the stairs, holding him hard against a soft chest. When they were finally on the second floor landing, Sero wriggled free of the hold and turned to find open air. "Hagakure?" he whispered after a moment of confusion.

She shushed him loudly, a hand slapping back over his mouth. "Shut up or they'll hear you!"

"What the hell is going on anyway?" Sero whispered back quickly, eyes searching for something to latch onto, but there was nothing. It was disconcerting that he knew Hagakure had to be naked and that she found it a good idea to walk around naked. Really, the whole situation, Midoriya, Bakugou and Hagakure made him uncomfortable. All he'd wanted was some juice.

"Nobody knows about them. This happens a lot though."

"What? Them making out in the kitchen?"

Hagakure's laugh was quiet, just a breath, and he could imagine her smothering it with a fist. "No.  Them coming back after curfew and sitting in the kitchen to talk. It happens all the time. I assume the kissing happens while they're out."

"How has Mr. Aizawa caught them yet?"

Hagakure hummed. "I think he has, but whatever they're doing must be important. Or they only get caught in the kitchen, so he can't do anything about it. They come back all banged up a lot of the time too."

"That's so weird," Sero whined.

Again, she hummed. "Maybe. I think it's sweet."

Sero groaned, but didn't resist as she pulled him quietly back down the stairs. When he peaked around the corner, the pair was just breaking apart from their embrace.

Midoriya reached for the cups, handing one to Bakugou before sitting back down to hook his foot around Bakugou's calf. He smiled. "Are you ready for the test?"

"Okay, I'm going to go make some noise," Hagakure whispered in his ear before her presence was gone.

Sero swung back around, pressing his back to the wall as she trampled down the stairs.

"Shit," Bakugou whispered, and the scramble of scooting stools was loud in the quiet.

Hagakure moved passed Sero with a brush of air, and she gasped theatrically. "Oh! Midoriya, Bakugou, hi! Couldn't sleep either? What are you drinking?"

"Oh, evening, Hagakure. It's just, uh, some peppermint tea," Midoriya mumbled.

Taking a breath, Sero followed Hagakure out, rubbing at the back of his head as Hagakure prattled on near the others. He retrieved what he wanted from the fridge and hurried away, but not fast enough apparently.

"Hey, Elbows!" Bakugou called before he could make it to the stairs and he stalled, turning back to smile widely at him.

Sero really hoped he didn't look suspicious. "Yeah, Bakubro, what's up?"

"Make sure to sleep. I've not going to go easy on you in training today just because you're fucking tired. You got that?"

"Sure, sure," Sero said, waving him off as he mounted the stairs. Well, at least he could count on Bakugou's attitude to never change towards him, but man, he really did wish he could just forget about what he'd seen.

[tomiokai]

Reality||Spencer Reid||Part Two Of Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Masterlist

Part One.

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A/N: Like 4 people wanted a part two lol but that’s fine. So here is the long-awaited part two to Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts. I’m currently working on another fic so I haven’t been writing anything else, that’s why I haven’t been posting any fics. Anyways, enjoy!! Also, I forgot that JJ’s son is also called Henry, that just completely slipped my mind when I first wrote “Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts. So please excuse that. Also you have no idea how much I wanted to make the ending depressing but I decided against it.

Summary: After Y/n’s and Spencer’s explosive fight on their breakup anniversary, Y/n shuts herself out from everyone, even Henry. One day the girls had enough of Y/n’s behavior and decided to take things into their own hands. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Angst

Warnings:Angst. Swearing. Drinking.

Word Count: 4.2k

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Ice cream, sweatpants, and vodka, is one hell of a trio if you asked me. It has officially been three weeks since Spencer talked to me. He hasn’t called me yet like he said he would. Honest to god I had no idea what his problem was. 

Ever since that night I barely got off the couch only when I wanted vodka or plain old vanilla ice cream and some food deliveries. I’ve been in the exact same pair of sweatpants for three weeks and the last one of Spencer’s hoodies he had lent me when we were dating, he never asked for it back and I never planned on giving it back. The smell of his cologne had detached itself from the hoodie a long time ago but I could care less. I probably stank honestly. I think I got up twice to shower??!! Maybe I’m not really sure. All I knew was that I looked like garbage. 

Emily and the girl’s had tried hauling me out the doors to a nightclub to cheer me up but it didn’t work, I stuck to the couch like a potato. The morning of the fight I fell into a state that I honestly have no idea what it would be called, depression maybe, I sulked on the couch under a blanket for hours. Henry woke up when the birds started to chirp and crawled under the blanket with me, he had his small arms around one of my arms. Every time he saw a tear run down my cheek he would take his small hand and wipe away the tear. When I heard Henry’s tummy grumble Henry got out from under my blanket and walked off towards the kitchen. I had taken a peak from under the blanket and saw that he was in the pantry grabbing Oreo's. He brought me a few and my heart broke, I was supposed to be taking care of him not the other way around, but my body hurt so bad I couldn’t bring myself up to do anything. I was a horrible mother. That night he and I ate ice cream and goldfish crackers for lunch and dinner. It wasn’t till three days later when JJ came over to check on me when she discovered Henry eating leftover brownies from a few nights ago and me under my blanket staring at my phone waiting for Spencer’s phone call. JJ had tried to talk to me but not a single movement left my body. When she saw that it was no use talking to me she told me she was going to take Henry with her until I was better. I wasn’t offended by it and I didn’t complain, I trust JJ with Henry at the moment more than myself. 

After Henry left that’s when I got off the coach walked out of my apartment looking like hell and went to the nearest liquor store and stocked up on vodka. Ever since then vodka and I have been best friends. 

Throughout the week everyone except Spencer has come by trying to talk to me or comfort me. I locked the door and refused to look or talk to any of them. On the sixth day, Garcia started bringing me breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I still wouldn’t open my door though, so she simply left the food at my door and I would wait a few minutes when I’m sure she was gone, I would quickly grab the food and close myself in again. If she hadn't brought me food my whole diet would have been crap like ice cream, goldfish crackers, and some random shit I can find from the pantry. 

Currently, I am sitting up (surprisingly) on the couch watching some stupid rom-com about this dumb couple who are madly in love with each other, waiting for my food delivery from Penelope. Truly I felt selfish for making Garcia bring me food every day and JJ taking care of Henry for me. After I get over this, I was determined to make it up to everyone who tried to help me during my dark time. 

This wasn’t me. I’m not like this but Spencer of all people has this dumb power over me. Fuck my heart and it’s feelings. 

I sat at the couch staring dumbly at my tv as the stupid couple slow danced in a meadow with fireflies surrounding them. 

“Disgusting.” I sneered throwing a goldfish cracker at the screen. 

Before I could complain more about the tv show, suddenly my doorbell rang and my ears immediately perked up! FOOD! I was starving. I made sure to wait a few minutes before I stood up and ran over to the door and swung it open. I was STARVING. 

Before I could register what was happening I was pronounced on. I blinked in shock as I finally saw my attackers face. 

“Emily what are you doing here!” I asked in utter confusion. I looked around and saw that JJ and Penelope also walk in through the door. 

“Guys what’s going on,” I panicked. “Is Henry okay??” 

“Henry’s A-OKAY,” Emily said getting off of me and hauling me up. “But you sweetheart is not okay.” 

“Guy’s I’m completely fine,” I reassured. 

“No you are not sweetie, you look like hell and your house is something else,” Garcia responded already picking stuff off my floor. 

“You don’t need to do this, you guys already did so much for me.” I breathed out. 

“Honestly Y/n you need all the help you can get, you have been sitting on that couch for three weeks crying over Spencer,” Penelope stated. 

“Spencer has been getting hell by the whole team recently.” Emily chimed in. 

“Mostly from Rossi,” JJ added. 

“Oh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. Now let’s get you a warm bath.” Emily responded, as she started hauling me to my bathroom. Emily sat me down on the toilet seat as she leaned over the bathtub filling it with warm water. 

“What’s JJ and Penelope doing?” I asked as Emily started pulling my hoodie over my head.

“They’re helping you clean up your dump of a house,” Emily sang back standing me up. “Now take a nice long bath and when your finally clean we are going to go see Henry.”

I nodded back to her reassuring her I’ll get cleaned up. She left making sure to keep the door open a smidge. I stripped the rest of my clothes and dipped one foot into the nice warm water. I slowly let down my foot into the water, then the other. I bent down and sat in the tub making sure I didn't spill any of the water out. The warm water surrounds me as relief and pleasure washed over me. The warm water felt reassuring to me keeping me safe from anything that could harm me. 

I slid down the tub and submerged the back half of my head into the water not caring if the water had gotten into my ear. It felt like I was in the sky, it was peaceful and nobody could disturb it. But I spoke too soon. 

Emily burst into the bathroom, might I add very loudly. “Y/n it’s time to wash your hair and scrub your body not lay down in the tub and look dead,” Emily said bullying me into a sitting position. 

I groaned as my head lost contact with the lavishing warm water. “Fine” I puffed out. 

Emily reached to my bathroom counter and grabbed my coconut shampoo, she squeezed a large amount onto her hand and gently lathered it into crusty hair. 

“You know we found seven empty bottles of vodka in your cabinet alone. Did you drink all that yourself?” Emily asked as her finger ran threw my hair. 

I nodded my head staring straight ahead at nothing. 

“Okay, stand up and I want you to wash your body and rinse off in the shower and let the bathtub water out,” Emily said, rinsing her soapy hands in the water. She got up from her squatting position and left again. 

I slowly stood up, slid the shower curtain shut and started the shower. I rinsed my hair out and went on to scrubbing my body with vanilla body wash. For the first time in two weeks, I was finally actually clean. 

I turned off the facet off once I was rinsed off and got out of the shower. A nice clean towel lay perfectly folded by the sink waiting for me, I needed to thank Emily, JJ, and Penelope big time later. 

I opened the door and instantly noticed my apartment was clean and spotless. “Wow, you guys really didn’t need to do this,” I said amazed.  

“Don’t worry about it, now shoo, go get dressed,” JJ called to me. 

I felt really bad that they were doing everything for me but I guess they wanted to do it considering they ambushed me! I walked into my bedroom and swung open the closet door. If I were to go see Henry today I was probably going to be seeing a whole bunch of other people so I decided on a pair of black jeans and a lavender button up long sleeve, that I decided to tuck in and black boots with a 4-inch heel.

I walked over to the small mirror by the door to the bedroom and stared at myself. Wow, I looked cleaned up. 

I casually walked out of my room to find that my whole entire apartment was cleaned up and everything was in place. 

“Wow, you guys really know how to get cleaned up, how could I ever repay you guys,” I asked as they walked over to me.

“You can repay us when you change into a different outfit,” Penelope said, linking her arms to me dragging me back into my room. 

“Wait, why?” I asked as Penelope sat me down. 

They didn’t answer but instead, JJ went straight to my closet tearing it apart, while Emily and Penelope went through my drawers.

“We’re going to show Spencer exactly what he has missed out on.” Penelope sang. 

I watched as JJ flipped through my closet throwing things that she deemed “ugly” onto a growing pile on my bed.

“Y/n don’t you have any cute underwear?” Emily asked, holding up a very plain black pantie. 

“Hey! Leave my underwear out of this!” I yelled jumping up and snatching my underwear back and shoved it back into the drawer. “And plus he’s not even going to see me half naked.”

“Yeah, but what if you meet someone and you never know,” JJ responded, pulling out one of my dresses that I haven’t seen in a long time. 

It was a gorgeous baby pink dress that went down to right above the ankles. The silk v-neck dress had a beautiful seer covering over the dress and puffed out sleeves from the shoulders to the wrist, with a beautiful thick baby pink belt. 

“Oh my god! That’s the one! It’s so pretty!” Penelope squealed. 

“Don’t you think this is a little too much?” I asked, picking up the elegant dress.

“Of course not!” Emily resounded heading out the door. “Now get dressed again and we’ll take you to see Henry.” 

Penelope and JJ left right after Emily leaving me alone to get dressed. 

I turned the dress in my hand a few times before undressing again. I slid the dress over my head and looked myself up and down, I swapped the boots for some black heels and walked out of the room to regroup with the girls.

“Ohh! You look so beautiful!” Penelope gushed wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. 

“Thank you!” I laughed hugging her back. 

“Come on do a little twirl,” Emily said smiling. 

I let go Penelope and did a little twirl with my hands out.

“This is the dress! Spencer’s going to flip,” JJ said. 

“I hope he does or you did all this for nothing,” I spoke lightly. 

“Don’t say that, we did it for you mainly.” Penelope corrected. 

-

“Mommy!” Henry cried as soon as I went through the door of JJ’s house. 

“Hey, baby! I missed you so much” I said, picking up Henry in my arms.

“I missed you, mommy,” Henry said into my shoulder. 

“Me too baby.” I cried. “Did you have fun with aunty JJ and uncle Will?”

“Yes, I did!” Henry said joyfully.��

“How about I take you to go get some milkshakes? I asked looking at Henry.  

“Yeah!” He excitedly exclaimed. 

I turned around to face the girls with Henry still in my arms and said, “Thank you guys for everything, I promise I’ll somehow pay you back for all this.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Emily said with a wink.

“Oh and dinner party at Rossi’s at 5:30.” JJ reminded me. 

As we walked out of JJ’s and Will’s house I pulled out my phone and dialed Spencer’s number. Confidence filled me as I did it but the longer it took for Spencer to pick up the more anxious I got. In the fifth ring, Spencer picked up.

“What do you want.” He spoke. He didn’t sound very pleased but also very tired.

“If you want to meet your son at all, meet us at the 24-hour diner on third street.” I shot hanging up before he could decline or accept. 

I placed Henry in his baby seat and strapped him in. I got into the driver's seat and drove away to our destination.

-

When we walked through the doors to the diner the salty smell of burgers, fries and just fried food, in general, filled my nostrils. It reminded me of all the fun nights Spencer and I had here discussing everything and anything.

I looked around the diner looking for Spencer and there he was sitting in the corner, his back facing us. 

I took Henry’s little hand in mine and walked slowly towards Spencer. As we neared the table Spencer turned around and spotted us, he didn’t do or say anything only looked at me then at Henry. His eyes never left Henry as we walked the rest of the way. I slid into the booth first and Henry followed along right after.

I looked at Henry and followed his gaze to Spencer.

“Who that mommy?” Henry asked looking up to me. 

I looked down at him and said, “how about you ask that man sweetie,” pointing at Spencer.

“Who you!” Henry said joyously pointing his little finger at Spencer. 

“Hey, buddy! I’m Spencer.” Spencer’s demeanor changed completely. 

Wow, that guy sure knew how to change personalities real fast. 

“Hi Spwencer, I Henry,” Henry exclaimed. 

“Wow! I love your name. How old are you Henry?” Spencer asked, his eyes never leaving his. 

I looked down at Henry and he was fidgeting with his fingers trying to hold up two fingers, once he figured it out he held it up high and said, “I two years old.” 

“Wow buddy, you’re so big!” Spencer said, taking Henry’s hand in his. 

All throughout their little exchange, Spencer never looked at me once or even mentioned me. I guess he was only here for Henry. 

“Hey Henry what do you want from here?” Spencer asked Henry.

“I wan vanilla milkshake,” Henry said pointing at a girl a few booths down drinking a vanilla milkshake. 

“And you Y/n,” Spencer asked, finally turning to me. 

“I’ll just have a small fry,” I responded. 

Spencer stood up from where he sat and dusted off his suit and walked away towards the cashier to order. 

When he was finally talking to the cashier I quickly turned to Henry and spoke, “Hey Henry, what do you think about Spencer?” 

“He’s fun!” Henry laughed pointing at Spencer. I followed his finger and saw that Spencer was looking at Henry very intently waiting for the food. 

In my mind, I knew I couldn’t keep Henry all to myself and close Spencer out. After all, he was his child. 

“Here’s your milkshake!” Spencer exclaimed happily, setting down a tall glass full of vanilla milkshake with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles and a blue and white straw.

Spencer slid over my small basket of fries and sat down again in his original spot. 

When I knew Henry wasn’t paying any more attention to us I looked to Spencer and said, “When are we going to tell him?” 

“Right now if you want,” Spencer responded dryly. 

“Then tell him,” I shot back. “Hey Henry, Spencer here has something to tell you.”

Henry’s attention instantly snapped to Spencer with glowing eyes and asked, “What!” excitedly. 

Spencer glared at me before turning his glare into a happy smile and responding, “I’m actually your daddy. Isn’t that cool?”

I watched Henry as his expression changed a whole bunch of times from happy to sad to confused. But ultimately it ended up being very very excited and happy.

“Really!” Henry asked excitedly.

“Yeah, buddy!” Spencer responded with a big smile on his face. 

Without a word, Henry got up from his seat and ran towards Spencer and crawled up to Spencer and wrapped him in a big hug. Spencer immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Henry's back. 

“Are you and mommy married?” Henry asked curiously letting go of Spencer and pointing at me then to him.

Spencer looked at me and I nodded at him signaling him to answer the question himself.

“No we’re not Henry,” Spencer reposed. 

Henry’s face fell but luckily Spencer saved it, “But mommy and daddy do like each other!” Spencer happily said.

“Yay!” Henry joyously yelled. 

Spencer and I looked at each other for a moment and I turned away right after tears threatening to spill. Spencer must have noticed. 

“How about I take you out and play for a day?” Spencer asked Henry. 

“Yeah!” Henry cheered. 

“Is that okay with you?” Spencer turned to me. 

I hesitatingly responded, “Y-yeah, sure.” I responded. 

Spencer stood up with Henry still in his arms and said, “Well we’ll see you at Rossi’s later. Say bye to mommy.” 

“Bye, mommy!” Henry said, blowing me a kiss.

I pretended to catch it and put it in my pocket and said, “Bye sweetie, have fun.” 

And with that Spencer and Henry left. Wow. Both my loved ones just left through that door. I felt a pang in my heart thinking about what-ifs. What if Henry liked Spencer better than me and left me alone with no one. Definitely not the best idea to overthink but that was exactly what was happening. 

The whole day my mind never left Henry and Spencer. Constantly wondering what they were doing. Where they having fun, were they happy, were they hurt, were they in danger? 

Every time I reached into my pocket to get out my phone and call, I stopped myself they probably didn’t want to get disturbed by me. Sharing Henry was hard for me. My mind wouldn’t let me rest at all. 

Eventually, I found a way to distract myself. I went to a nail salon and had a very pretty lady manicure my nails. I poured my heart out to her and she was there the whole time comforting me and reassuring me that everything will work out in the end. That’s what I tried to think.

-

I stood outside of Rossi’s house debating whether I should just ring the doorbell or run away like a coward. I decided against running away and rang the doorbell and stood back and waited. 

As soon as the door was opened by Spencer, Henry ran into my legs and hugged them!

“Daddy took me to a fair!” We had so much fun!” He exclaimed as I picked him up.

“Wow! Did he really?” I asked excitedly. 

“Yeah! He won me this bear!” Henry said holding up a brown stuffed bear wearing a striped shirt and a top hat.

“It looks so amazing!” I responded, putting Henry down. 

I looked over to Spencer and saw that he was proudly smiling at his son. 

“Hey Henry, how about you go find Jack and other Henry and go play with them?” Spencer asked, ruffling his hair.

“Yeah!” With that he took off to go find the others. 

After Henry was out of view Spencer started walking without another word I followed him into Rossi’s backyard. The October sun was slowly setting in the distance as I followed Spencer to the very back of the yard as far away from the house as possible.

When we finally stopped, Spencer didn’t turn around and face me and that pissed me off. “What?” I spat crossing my arms over my chest. 

Spencer spun around to face me and slowly drew out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant.”

“Because,” I said hesitantly, “be-because I don’t know.” 

“You didn’t give me a chance to be a father.” Spencer said, waving his hands around to his words. 

“I didn’t want to burden you!” I whispered looking down.

“With my own son?” He asked, shifting on his feet.

I looked up to face him  and said, “No! Me! I didn’t want to burden you with me.” 

“You could have at least told me!” Spencer said, his voice rising. 

“And what! What were you going to do! Take time off from your job! Make time? You never did that for me! So would you have done it for Henry?” I yelled tears stinging the corners of my eyes. 

Spencer didn’t say anything, he was lost of words. I knew I was right and I had hit a spot. 

“That’s what I thought.” I spat. 

“You don’t know that! Henry is my son!” He yelled, cornering me into the back fence. 

“I was your GIRLFRIEND!” I yelled. 

“AND?” He asked first slamming on the wood my back was pressed to. 

“IF YOU COULDN’T TREAT ME RIGHT, HOW COULD YOU HAVE TREATED YOUR OWN SON RIGHT.” I yelled furiously jabbing one finger into his chest. 

He grabbed my wrist and pried it away from his chest and breathed, “You didn’t even give me a chance.” quietly. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” I cried. 

“Just let me be a good father to Henry. I’ve proved myself worthy of taking care of him today.” Spencer said letting go of my wrist. 

“I know you're capable of taking care of him, I’m just afraid you’d leave him unexpectedly like what you did to me,” I whispered leaning my head back so that it touched the wood. 

“Y/n, I’ve changed for the better. When we started dating I wasn’t fully committed. I just had so much on my mind.” He said cupping my face in his hand and bringing it back up so that I was looking at him in the eyes. 

“I wish I could believe you,” I whispered, shutting my eyes, tears running down my cheeks. 

“You can. I’m committed to Henry. And I know you’re not over me. So just let’s give this a try” He stated carefully.

My eyes shot open and I raised an eyebrow at him. “How do you know,” I asked. 

“Because I was the reason you shut yourself out from the rest of the world. Word travels fast in the bullpen. I’m also a profiler, I read people. Ring any bells?” He answered wiping a few tears away. 

“Ugh I hate the fact you can read me so well,” I let out a shaky laugh. 

He laughed with me, our foreheads touching. “I miss us, you know?” I whispered quietly trying very hard to not ruin the peace. 

“I know, me too.” He whispered back. 

“We fight and we get into arguments. But that didn’t stop me from loving you.” I cried. 

“I know and I was an idiot for letting you go.” Spencer whispered. “I just needed space when I broke up with you.” He responded. 

“And what about that other girl?” I asked.

“Amanda?” She was just a one night thing.” Spencer answered. 

“Yeah okay whatever.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Let’s give us a try one more time. For Henry and for us.” Spencer pleaded. 

“Will I regret it?” I hesitantly asked. 

“You won’t. I promise.” Spencer whispered, kissing my cheek. 

I looked deep into Spencer’s eyes, searching to see if he was lying to me. “O-okay we can give it a try.”  I breathed out. 

“Can I kiss you now?” Spencer asked. 

“Mhm” I laughed, leaning into Spencer. 

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The Coffee Prince Pt. XV

[T’Challa x Reader]

Word Count: 4.2k

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*  *Part 4* *Part 5*  *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8* *Part 9*  *Part 10* *Part 11* *Part 12* *Part 13* *Part 14*

Your vision is blurry and your surroundings sound like you are underwater.  A brightness keeps your attention steady but your mind is clear of any coherent thought.  The nothingness should be peaceful, but your heart beats sluggishly, heavy with each thunk in your chest and you feel yourself get nauseous.  Then a nagging tone reverberates in your head over and over until you’re forced out of the vacuum in your mind.

“(Y/N)?”  you hear.  The haze in your eyes clears to reveal the coffeeshop and eventually the individual sitting in front of you.

“Are you ok?  You are just staring.”  T’Challa says.  He takes your hand in his and uses his napkin to dry your coffee dampened hand.

You snatch your hand back quickly, knocking into your cup as it tips in your direction.  T’Challa snatches it back as quickly as he can but it doesn’t take much for a hot liquid to make its presence known.   The splash hits your white sweater dress, heat hits your stomach as the coffee soaks thru and ruins the fabric.

“Oh!  Fuck!”  you yell out, pulling the offending area away from your skin and getting up to leave.

T’Challa follows you out, apologizing.  “I am so sorry!  I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You burst outside, trotting to create some distance.  You have to go home at this point.  There is no way you can work with this mess on you.

Your wrist is grabbed as you are pulled around by T’Challa, but you whip your hand back.

“What the hell was that back there?”  you ask.

T’Challa looks at you in confusion.  “I was trying to help-”

“Yeah no, I know what you were doing, but why?  What are you here for?”

T’Challa keeps a cool head, maintaining his signature royal calm.  “I decided it would be nice to talk to you, since I saw you there.”

“You decided?”  You cackle into the air, white puffs from the cool weather give you a poetic feature of your anger.  “So you were just waiting for the right moment to come up to me?  Because why?  You were scared?  You were busy?”

T’Challa looks less sure of himself as he responds.  “No, not at all.  But I thought we agreed on space.”

“How long do you take space from someone?  Five, six months from a person you claimed to love?  I-”  you take a minute to gather yourself.  “I am going to clean this shit off of me.  You go and do whatever the fuck you were planning to do after your 5 minute check in.  Thanks Doc.”

You make your way as fast as you can to your car to get back home.  Feeling your anger fester inside is exhilarating as you speed down the street.  You stop at a red light and hype yourself up turning up the radio to some Flo Milli shit, ready to catch a body.

A horn honks behind you beginning you back to your original task of driving.  Assuming you missed the light change you look to still find it red.  As you check your rearview, you recognize the driver, T’Challa, urging you to pull over with some finger pointing.  

You can’t believe he is even following you.  This is the worst time to talk out of all the months you waited for him.  He will have to follow your lead.

Soon as the green light comes up, you put the pedal to the floor.  Zooming down the road, you try your best to whip around corners and maneuver around cars to shake T’Challa off your path.  Checking your mirror again once you were less than 5 minutes from your place, you can’t see him.  You sigh with relief, honking your horn once happily that you prevailed.  

“Take that!  Thinking you can just slide back like nothing happened, bitch please!”  you felt your boss energy hit a high as you turned onto your neighborhood. 

Once you’re parked, you head up the stairs to your floor, keys jingling as you search for your door key.

“I am glad you made it.”

At the top of your steps, T’Challa is waiting at the door, hands folded in front of him, in his black heavy trench coat.  You wouldn’t have guessed he followed you home at all, since he looked like you kept him waiting.

“T’Challa!  I seriously didn’t ask you to come here!”

“You shouldn’t have to,” he says.

You sigh, stepping to the door and pushing him aside.  “I am on the clock still, I just don’t have the time to even get into it with you.”

Stepping inside your apartment, you look around at the mess you have been too out of it to clean.  You turn to the door to close it behind you, but T’Challa holds the door open.

“Are you just going to follow me around the whole damn day?”  you exclaim.

“We have had enough space.  I can talk while you change.”

“I won’t be listening,”�� you say, stepping away and heading for your bedroom.  You dig around your closet for something to replace your outfit feeling yourself get more upset with each flick of a hanger.

T’Challa closes the door behind him, picking up trash and wine bottles.  “I was hoping I would find you well.”

“I’m in a rush!” you shout from your room.

“When we left each other, it took everything for me to not come to you and check on you everyday.  I wanted to respect your wishes so I kept myself busy and distracted my thoughts.”

You pick out a brown sweater with navy blue stripes and some black slacks.  Not nearly as cute as the white sweater dress but you had little time left.

T’Challa continues, “And what helped me is that I knew you were happy and safe.  I did not have to worry about someone trying to take you from me, as long as I stayed back.  But I  didn’t like the man I became when you were out of my life and it became harder to not at least check on you, so I did frequent the shop more in order to catch a glimpse of you and when I had, I felt the wave of disappointment.”

You step out into the doorway of your bedroom.  “Why?  Because I looked like I hadn’t slept soundly for weeks?  Like I had a cloud of anxiety over my head, wondering when you might pop up?”

“Why would you be anxious to see me?”  T’Challa asks.  “I feel nothing but calm when I am around you.”

You laugh.  “I can’t believe that.  It’s awkward running into an ex in any situation so that alone makes it stressful.”

He nods, looking slightly relieved.  “As long as there are not other reasons, I am glad.”

“So why say you were disappointed to see me?  Your plan of liberating me didn’t work and you felt bad for me?”

T’Challa shakes his head.  “I was disappointed because my selfish nature became apparent.  You look well, and I didn’t notice any of the conditions you are saying.  It was like the day we first met, when you came to me and I was glad.  I wanted to come to you in the same nature and see you smile back, but I knew I couldn’t achieve that same effect.”

“So why come up to me today?  If you already knew I wouldn’t be happy to see you, why do all this?”

You see his eyes fall.  Similar to the way he looked when you left him in Wakanda, T’Challa looks hurt by your words.

“I was hoping I was wrong,”  T’Challa says quietly.  

You can’t think of words to say next, although that is only a half truth.  Your mind filled with words to say but your jaw locked itself tightly.  

“All I’ve done is ask you to leave me be.  You say I am fine, and I agree.  It’s been great not having you around.”  You felt a sting in your mouth saying that.  Why were you lying?

You walk across to your front door to open it, but he lays his hand on the door.

“You didn’t deserve to go through that alone,”  he says.

“I feel like we agreed on that already.”

“I mean after.  The break was a mistake.”

“No, it’s what I wanted and you’re ruining it.”

“Umhle…”

“No!”  you push him in his chest, making him step back.  “Don’t call me that!”

“Listen,” he says.

You push him again, hoping he feels the weight on his heart that you have had to go through for months.

“I won’t!  You have nothing left to say that I wanna hear.  You talk so damn much!”

Your hands fly up to knock his chest again, but he catches them by the wrist, pushing them above your head and back against the front door.

He looks at you fiercely but not with anger.  He looks like he is on the brink of crying as he pins you there, protecting himself from your mania.

You lay your head back, closing your eyes.  “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Then stop.”

“I know, I know.”  

He let’s your arms go, and you feel your heartbeat in your ears.  Seeing him there in front of you felt like a dream but nt like the ones you’ve been having.  You put a hand up to his cheek just to ensure that he is real.  He leans his head into your hand gently, allowing your touch and breaking his steadfast stoicism.

What you don’t see coming is your lips finding his.  It’s a small peck, but a crack in the cold war between you two.  T’Challa looks at you in doe eyed observance, but doesn’t step away.  

“Are you ok?” he asks quietly.

You kissed him hard, ripping at his coat to get to his solid body underneath.  Your blood pumped with adrenaline as you pushed him toward your couch, pulling up at his shirt.

T’Challa holds your forearms tightly, holding your progress back.  “What are you doing?”

“It’s not obvious?”  You free your hands to grab the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, standing before him in nothing but your undergarments and knee high boots.  

T’Challa loses this battle, bringing his hands perpendicular to the width of your hips.  You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips meet his shoulder, planting delicate kisses that make your insides curl up.

You don’t want this right now, you wanted to get down to business.  You take his shirt off swiftly.

“Fall back,”  you tell him, shoving him to the couch before jumping onto his lap.  Your hands travel his body, retracing those familiar hills and valleys that make up his muscular form.   You feel his heart race as your hands lay under his jaw, tickling your palm.  You go to unfasten his pants when he stops you again.  

“Wait,” he whispers.  

“What?  You have a condom don’t you?  The right kind?”

T’Challa nods wordlessy.  But he takes your hand, reaching it toward his forehead to run your finger along his widows peak.

You feel the softness of his curls through each pass along his hairline.  T’Challa keeps a steady gaze on you, taking your hand to his lips to kiss your fingertips.

“I always liked it when you did that.  How something so small about myself could make you so content,”  T’Challa says.  

You sit there feeling a wave of guilt wash over you.  You didn’t feel that at this moment, you just wanted to feel something other than your sadness, your loneliness, your stress.  

“And you haven’t called me by your special name for me yet.  Can you remind me?”  T’Challa says with a wide grin.  

You ignore his growing happiness, thinking things are back to normal or even on the road to being.  You get up from his lap, picking up your dress.  

“You can leave now,” you say solemnly.

T’Challa stands up, “Something is wrong, I knew.  Umhle, we can talk-”

“Please, if you respect anything that I ask you for, when I say leave just leave!”  you shout.  You run to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.  Putting on your replacement outfit, you hear T’Challa shutting the apartment door.  

You weren’t ready for those sweet moments with T’Challa, calling him ChaCha and admiring his features lovingly.  It is still tough to believe that he is even with you.  Was he being truthful with his words?  Had the separation been hard on him as much as it had been for her?  No, it could never be.  He has family and a country that loves him, what did you have?  And to think he would even have a chance at your body again further shows his delusions of grandeur, you thought.

--

A couple weeks later, you are packing your desk up as your last day at work has finally come upon you.  This job was one of your first ones you got with benefits as an adult and you were so proud to have accomplished earning that income.  But it was a stale position with no means of working up so you knew at some point you would have to cut loose for something better.  You get a few polite goodbye messages from coworkers on your way out.  It’s more than you expected, because your social meter was forever low there.  

As the spirit of unemployment takes you to the elevator, your phone beeps with a message from an unknown number.  

Hey!  Would you like to hang out today?  This is Shuri!

You feel a smile come on your face as your favorite little Wakandan texts you, though you do wonder how she acquired your phone number.  You instantly agree and set up a time and place right as the elevator doors open.  As you ride down, you begin to question why T’Challa couldn’t be more like Shuri?  She is so open and fun and light, while he is so serious and guarded.  When he looks at you, it’s like he is reading your every expression and trying to read your mind.  You know he will not miss a single twitch of your lip, so you have to be as cool with him as you possibly can or he will ask what’s wrong and be concerned.  Like the last time you were together, you just wanted him to take you but then he had to get all sentimental and killed it.  Why did he have to do that when that’s obviously not what you were asking for? Then the embarrassment fills you; why did you have to jump on him like some thirsty bird?  One minute alone and you couldn’t just talk?

As you drive off from your workplace for the last time, you pass the coffee shop once again, feeling more sad than you have all day.  Would you have any reason to come by there anymore now that you don’t work down the street from it?  Is he going to be there any time now?  You assume there’s no chance of that as you turn down the road to head home, mind wandering hopelessly on the chance meetings you both had there, up until your last time seeing each other on your couch.  

A few days later, you and Shuri are sitting in a warm bistro in a nice part of town where they serve drinks in mason jars and greet you with the fact that all their furniture is repurposed wood.

“I’m glad you could come here,”  Shuri says between bites of bread nestled on top of her tomato bisque soup.  She looks amazing in a sheer jumpsuit with red and cream colored ruffles, with a nude colored bralette and matching biker shorts underneath with a heather grey wool coat to cover the ensemble/  

“Thanks for inviting me!  And happy birthday girl, you’re growing up before my eyes!”

Shuri rolls her eyes.  “Aye, stop.  I’ve been carrying a country on my back ever since I became a teenager.  Nothing has changed since I am now an adult.”

You poke your lip out at her.  “Just look at her.  Thinking she’s grown already.”

Shuri chuckles, tossing one of her stray braids back behind her shoulder.  “Anyway!  I just wanted to come see you because you are amazing and I should see amazing people in my life more often.”

You place a hand to your chest.  “You really are too generous with your words, Shuri.  I should thank you, no matter what I owe you so much.  And you didn’t have to make a special meeting with us at all, I know you want to be with family and all.”

Shuri nods.  “Of course, I have a flight later to spend the evening at home with Mama and T’Challa and the country is throwing a party in my honor which is going to be so tiring!  I tell you I would rather be here in a quiet space wearing comfortable clothes.”

“It does suck to have a whole country praise you for existing,”  you say in a bored tone, faking death with your eyes crossed and your tongue hanging half out of your mouth.

“Ok, ok, I get it.  Royal child problems.  But it’s still not my style.  A birthday always turns into an event for others other than yourself.  If I did what I wanted, they would think I was kidnapped for ransom, but I am just home doing video games.”

“OH I love playing video games!”  

Shuri shakes her head.  “No, like making them.  I work with developers at Nintendo, XBOX, Sony, and even some mobile games to help them tweak their software.  Pokemon has been trying to get my attention for a while.”

You sit there in amazement.  “Oh....and that’s all for fun?”

Shuri laughs.  “Of course!  I thought you said you like video games!”

You laugh with her unsure why her evidence of her intelligence still amazes you so but you can’t help it.  This young girl is a literal genius and the world barely knows of her, richer than any white man that flexes their wealth and yet she is here at a bistro on a block she could buy tomorrow if she wanted.

“So have you still decided on moving out of your place?”  Shuri asks, sipping her tea.

“I have, yeah.  It’s just the right thing to do since I can’t afford to be there anymore.”

“Because you didn’t want it being paid for anymore,”  Shuri says matter-of-factly.

“Right.  I couldn’t keep accepting that kind of help from you all-”

Shuri raises her hands.  “That was all T’Challa.”

“...and that makes it even worse.  We weren’t together anymore so why should he pay for me to live.  It didn’t sit right with me.  And then Tavia not being there makes it sad and lonely and then I am angry and moody, so the apartment is cursed as far as I am concerned!”

“Sure, that’s fair.  Well when it is time to start packing and moving things, you know who to call,”  Shuri offers.

“Thanks, I probably will have to cash that in.  And how is Tavia by the way?  Is she settled somewhere or back in Wakanda?”

“She is in the States, yes.  We relocated her, she is getting basic needs met by us until she finds a job and is able to sustain herself.”

“She has family in Kentucky, is she there with them?”

Shuri nods.  “If you tell anyone I told you…”

“I won’t!  That was supposed to be secret?”

“Some worried, if you knew, you might try to find her or consider moving there,”  Shuri fidgets with the silver rings on her fingers as she says this.

“I know,”  you say.  T’Challa probably thinks you will pull something like you did in Wakanda when you snuck to see Erik and Tavia.  “I wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m sure, especially after the last meeting you all had.  I knew an amicable departure was low probability but I hoped.”

“If she had any humility, I would’ve grown to trust her.  But she is more angry with T’Challa than Erik.  Even more angry at me for some reason!  I won’t get into that though, she is who she is and I will keep my distance.”

“Perfect.  To  distance!”  Shuri picks up her ceramic cup and clinks it with yours.  “So I take it you haven’t seen T’Challa still, right?”

You choke on your drink when she asks this.  “I mean, what chance do I have?  I completely cut him from my life.” “Of course, right.”

You think in silence a moment.  “So he hasn’t brought me up has he?”

She shakes her head, “No, not in ages.”

You feel a piece of your heart break off.  How long is ‘ages’?  Not since Wakanda or…

“Huh,”  you say.  

“Yes, he has been very busy, but that reminds me.  I have a business proposition for you.”

“Go on…”  you drag out cautiously.

“If you are looking for either a quick side gig of supplemental income or a full time career change, why not consider being at the center with me!”   We have an opening and although the talent manager is a bit tough, she is sure to enjoy interviewing someone like you.”  Shuri winks at this, while you know full and well that she is the hiring manager.

You bite your lip thinking hard about this.  “I mean...what would I do there?”

Shuri sits back and thinks.  “Well, you could supervise the games we host at the center, basketball mostly right now.  You could help serve lunches, we would just need to get you a food handlers card.  There’s tutoring positions if you have strength in certain subjects.  We also have a dance group that practices, the coach would like an assistant.  And then we have a nursery area as well.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of spots to choose from!’

“You don’t have to make a decision today.  Take some time to think about it and what position would serve you best.”

You nod, looking off into your cloud of thought.  “You know what, fuck it.  I think I wanna help with the dance group.”

“Really?  Have you danced before?”

“I used to be in a dance group in high school and like halfway through college.  I had to stop because of expenses and I had no time to study anymore so I had to stop.  But I can still get down and I feel more comfortable being an assistant, you know.  Routine is set, just help through the steps and stretching and stuff.   All good.”

Shuri claps her hands together once.  “I am so pleased.  It really is my birthday now!  I’ll have you fill out an application just on an obligatory basis and then I’ll let you know when you start.  Can’t wait to see you girl!”

At the end of the meal you hug Shuri and part ways, wishing her a happy birthday once again.  Your body feels lighter than air as you think about the new adventure ahead.  You also remind yourself to look clear some space in the living room and get a music video playlist going so that you don’t look foolish in front of these young girls.  People don’t do the dougie like they used to.

--

Pulling up to the community center parking lot for your first day, you do a mental checklist to make sure you have all that you need.  Water bottle, towel, gym bag with spare outfit, and you’re dressed for movement in your black and pink leggings, oversized tshirt and lightweight tennis shoes.  You fluff your puff ball  of hair on top of your head and go inside the building.  

You hear a cacophony of voices that echo in the hallway as you walk toward a staircase.  Bottom floor housed the basketball courts and swimming pool.  The first and second has classrooms, daycare and the administrative offices.

As you get off on the first floor, the cutesy decor let you know this is the daycare area.  Rainbows and cartoonish animal pictures and alphabet letters pepper the walls as you walk by.  Past a door there is a long window that allows you to look inside and see an army of children playing in a toy filled wonderland.  A fake fairytale woodsy vibe seems to be a theme with 5 -6 children sitting under a faux tree that is masterfully crafted in one corner of the room.  Your standard rubber puzzle piece flooring is jumped on by 2 year old polka dot socked feet.  A whole restaurant is set up in the middle that would probably pass health code standards as some girls pretend to serve each other dinner.  A fence separates another side of the room that has the little newborn babies, barely doing much else than opening their eyes and going to sleep.  A caretaker holds a cute chunky chocolate drop of a baby in her arms, couldn’t have been more than 2 months old.  

“Poor mama.  Probably has to go back to work and leave her precious child here by themself.” you mutter, knees softening as you fawn over the baby.  You feel a tear creep up and spill from your eye but you wipe it quickly, catching your gym bag strap as you collect yourself.  

“God, stop crying over babies already,”  you scold yourself.

“You should’ve seen her mother the first day she brought her,”  T’Challa says behind you.  “It was like we were kidnapping her, it was heartbreaking.”

“Dammit,” you curse under your breath.  He keeps time better than a watch.

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) Fanfiction. Chapter VI

Summary: Javier and Steve reunite and reflect on their past and their present and the hurtful memories they have to carry from their time in Colombia. Meanwhile Isa struggles with her everyday life and not having news from Javier for days is starting to worry her.

Word count: 2,6k

Warnings: PTSD talks, mentions of violence. (This is me trying to solve one plothole from season 2 from a character I really liked and hated at the same time👀)

A/N: So this took longer than I thought, I completely lost the inspiration and words didn’t flow I had to restart this many times. I guess I will look at this in a few weeks and think I should have revised even more, but I promised to post this today, so there it is. This is plot and more plot with a little bit of angst and fluff at the end.

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Chapter VI: Old Friends

Time is a curious thing; here they are many years after: Their bodies are not the same; the jeans are tighter around the belly and the hair is already grey in some parts, wrinkles around the eyes bear witness of the years that had pass through them, but nonetheless the conversation flows as if not a day has passed.

The empty beers sit to the side of the table leaving a small pool of their condensation over the wooden table. The music is loud at the bar and Javi and Steve had been quite for a few minutes now. The question floating above them making the air thicker every second it passes without addressing the matter.

“I should have reach to you sooner” Javi says holding his half bottle, is it the fifth or sixth he has finished?

“Don’t worry about it” Steve shakes his head and leaves his bottle on the pile “I called a few times, but I thought you needed time to process it all”

“The thing is I didn’t” Javi shows half a smile “I really fucked up and when they gave me Cali I thought I could redeem myself. Tried to do it by the book, tried to outsmart them” he leans on the table “and what happened? It was a fucking charade” he snarls

“You did well getting all that shit on the news” the blond agent taps on his friend arm “Shit! I wanted to quit myself when I saw it”

“They didn’t give me another option. But...” Javi crosses his arms over his chest when he feels that familiar feeling, the words and feelings choking him

“You didn’t want to”

“Fuck, I’m a middle age man! This is what I’ve been doing for my whole life? What was I supposed to do?” he exhales deeply, a burden is lifted out of his chest

“Everybody said it was unfair if it helps” Steve consoles

“I guess not Stechner” Javi scoffs

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Steve comes close “He disappeared. For real, MIA. Nobody has heard from him in years”

“Well, I don’t wish death to anyone...” Javier shakes his head:” who am I kidding? Fuck him!”

The two of them laugh out loud for a few minutes; the waiter guessing that their laughs deserve another round; leaves two cold beers on their table with a wink

“For Stechner, I guess”

“May he rot in hell” and they drink together

“So...about that wife of yours” Steve has been dying to ask more about Isa and Connie has tasked him with getting all the information he can gather.

“Isa” Javier reaches for his wallet. In the small plastic pocket inside it, there’s a picture of the three of them on a photo booth, the same day they had to go to the mall to get Elvi’s photo for her school application.

Elvira is seated on their laps while Javi and Isa smile at her

“Oh, she’s gorgeous. You’ve been always lucky with the ladies, Javi”

“Well, I am. I don’t know how she bears with me. I give her too many headaches”

“Connie was happy when they stopped asking me to go on field operations. Not gonna lie, it felt good for a bit getting back to a desk and just do paperwork. But then...” Steve blue eyes look glossy in this light and after too many beers “I saw myself reflected on the glass doors of the office and shit, it hit me; I was old and dying on a desk. And then you called”

“I understand”

“When you said you were married with a kid, I really couldn’t believe that you and I were once those dudes in Colombia”

“It feels like a million years ago”

“And just a few days ago at the same time” completes Steve and Javier nods

“What does she know? your wife, how she handles all that?”

“She doesn’t. When I met her she was...first of all she had left Laredo before everybody knew me for the Escobar shit, so when we met, we were just two strangers. We could talk and I could kick everything under a rug and let her form an opinion about me by herself without interferences” his gaze wanders over the tables: families having a quite dinner; a couple that has an untouched plate in front of them while they kiss and talk in whispers.

“And after you married?” Steve asks interrupting his thoughts

“I just told her the necessary” he shakes his head the necessary is almost nothing.

“Well, it’s better that way, but I couldn’t hide it from Connie. Man! I was out control; everything and anything could trigger me. I was anxious, paranoid all the time. I woke up in the middle of the night, got my gun out of the safe if I heard a car tire exploding or any loud noise and I’d had my heart beating fast for hours. And let’s not talk about the nightmares”

“The helicopter?” Javi asks, his voice is thin almost a whisper remembering the extreme methods the police used when the hunt for Escobar was on its peak

“Yeah...and many others. I keep on seeing the two of us entering that house, but instead of finding Olivia crying, she’s dead, shot dead as her mum” Steve sniffs and coughs moving uncomfortably on his chair. “That’s when I looked for help”

Javier nods remembering so many nights where he thought his brain could kill him, reimaging that kid in the ally, rescuing Helena, all the things he saw when Los Pepes were unleashed. By your hand.

“We should call it a night, amigo”

“I see your Spanish has not improved. Just the two words you knew back in Colombia” Javi scoffs with a grin

“Cabrón”

“Yep, that’s the second one”

Isa

It’s been two days since he left and he hasn’t called. Isa tries to focus on everything she needs to do before Elvira starts the new school year. She has called Chucho every afternoon thinking that maybe he had some news, but nothing.

“Ese marido tuyo aguanto mientras Elvi era chiquita y ahora que pudo se largo” (Your husband stayed with you while Elvi was a baby and now that she’s grown, he has left you) her mother commented once she got the news that Javi was away and he hadn’t call in three days. News travel fast in a small town and she hears the comments about her, about Javi: he did it again, he left another woman and run away, he left her as he left Lorraine. Every day Isa had to struggle with her own thoughts and the constant reminder from her mother and the ladies in Laredo that something was wrong with Javier.

Her brain repeats the same litany:

He must be caught up in something

Maybe he’s somewhere where there’s not a good connection

Maybe he cannot call for security

Maybe he did run away

Maybe he’s in danger

She tries to stop her mind when it gets that fast spiraling down towards the darker scenarios she can imagine. On the third night after he left and hadn’t called she had a terrible nightmare and she had to keep her little night lamp on as she does every night he spends away and every day since then, the lamp is on while she rests, sleeping just for a few hours and then spending hours turning back and forth trying not to think about the worst possible things she can imagine. What would she do if he never comes back? What would she do if something bad happen to him? Even though they had made peace by making love in that old truck before parting she could not forget their arguments and the things left unsaid. He would never leave them like that, would he?

Isa tries to be calm, not to project her fears and worries onto her daughter but each day she’s challenged with the never ending things she has to do at home each day: laundry, cooking, cleaning, and every time she thinks she’s finished there’s something new that has come up. Elvira is stressed, as any kid her age, watching the summer slipping away with its long days of freedom on top of her dad being away. So she’s more agitated than usual, sassy and misbehaving just to get her mother’s attention.

The trip to the supermarket is a long chant of demands: I want Cereals, I want Ice cream. All Isa can hear is IwanIwantIwantIwant and the wheels of her shopping cart screeching on the ground. She thinks her wrist is about to snap open just trying to hold Elvira’s hand so she sticks to her side.

“It’s really crowded, cielo, stay with me” she sighs trying to be patient.

But the moment, Isa hesitates and looks down to read her shopping list, she’s out

“I’m gonna get my cereal”

“Elvi!”

Isabel gains a few complaints from some old lady that she almost railed over trying to run for her daughter.

“Oh, you want that one?”

“Yes, please. I can’t reach” Isa laughs softly watching her daughter acting polite and looking like an angel towards the stranger woman. The lady gives her the colorful box and Elvi jumps excitedly until she sees her mum at the end of the aisle.

“¿Qué te dije de que te separases de mi?” (What did I tell you about running away from me?” the little girl pouts and answers

“I thought you would say no if I ask for this”

“Ay, Elvi. I’m sorry if she bothered you” Isa smiles to the woman. She is on her 40s, Isa guesses, she has a beautiful elegant visage framed by a brown with blond highlights mane. She smiles widely with her scarlet lips: “No hay problema” (No problem) she answers in Spanish, her accent seems different to the Mexican-American accent Isa is used to listen to in this part of Texas.

“Gracias igualmente. Está obsesionada con esto que está lleno de azúcar” (Thank you anyway, she’s obsessed with this sugary thing” Isa ruffles her child’s hair

“La comprendo, mis hijos son igual” (I understand, my kids are the same)

“¿De dónde es? tiene un acento muy bonito” (Where are you from? you have a very beautiful accent) Isa asks, for a moment she thinks that she might be overstepping but the woman laughs softly patting Isa’s arm with her hand stylishly decorated in elegant gold and diamonds rings, her manicure is perfect.

“Colombia,pero ya llevo unos años acá en los Estados Unidos” (Colombia, but I’ve been here in the USA for a while now)

“¡Oh! me han dicho que es muy bonito” (I’ve been told it’s very beautiful) Elvi grabs her mum by the hem of her dress rushing her to finish the boring conversation, mainly because she wants to get back home and open the box of cereal “Bueno, un gusto” (Well, it’s been a pleasure) Isa waves

“¿Cómo se llama?” the woman asks when they’re leaving

“Isa, ¿y usted?” (Isa, and you?)

“Judy. Un placer” she grins

The TV has already passed to that late night teleshopping advertising stupid stuff with even more stupid people repeating again and again the same lame catchy phrases. But there’s silence at this hour, Elvi is sleeping soundly and now Isabel can rest on the sofa, eyes fixed on the stupid people on TV and her longing for Javier.

She took the laundry out of the dryer today. Mixed in all the clothes an old “University of Texas” t-shirt that Javi rarely wears around the house and that she has stolen as pajamas. Without even realizing it, she smelled the fabric only sensing the sweet scent of the softener she uses so she had rushed to the bathroom and sprinkled the t-shirt with Javi’s cologne. And now hugs herself silently praying that tonight will be the night he calls.

The TV volume is set to the minimum and when the strong ringing sound surrounds the house Isa thinks is coming from it until she realizes that is coming from the kitchen. She runs, stepping on Elvi’s toys and bumping her knee over the sofa. Limping she runs and picks up the phone

“Hello?” her voice is shaky

“Isa is me” Javi says on the other line

“Javi, thank God, where were you? You told me you will call when you’d arrive and it’s been three days and I...” she babbles

“I’m fine, I’m sorry...it’s been a little bit crazy” he sounds tired and he’s speaking softly as if he cannot raise his voice

“Are you okay? Are you in danger?” Isa sniffs, the tears rolling down and she leans on the cold tile wall of the kitchen

“No, it’s just we have to go to different places, meet a bunch of people. I didn’t have the time. I’m sorry Isa. Elvi’s sleeping I guess?”

“Yes, but she will be really happy to know that you called”

“I’ll try to call earlier tomorrow”

“Yes...please, she’s being a bit difficult lately”

“Why?” Isa can hear how the bed creaks on his end and his deep grunt

“I guess it’s the end of summer, you’re not here, my mum...”

He huffs

“Elvi told her we didn’t know where you where and you can imagine”

“She hates me even more”

“Don’t worry about her. Tell me about the job” Isa sits on the ground holding the phone on her shoulder

“Isa...I rather listen to you”

“I haven’t done much. Nothing interesting”

“It doesn’t matter” he answers

And thus she begins telling every tiny detail, Javi was silent on the other side and when she asks if he’s listening he just hums.

“Anyway...I guess that’s all. And I hope you’re not mad but your old university t-shirt has a new hole in it which somehow makes it even more comfortable”

“You’re wearing it now?”

“Yes...I miss you so it’s just like having your arms around me”

“I miss you too, Isa. I only have this old dude on the medallion and the picture I keep on my wallet to remind me of you...not that I need anything to remember you”

“That old dude...” she laughs “he’s a saint and I think he’s doing a good job for the moment”

“Really?” Isa smiles widely when she hears his deep chuckle on the other side

“You’ve said I miss you for the first time, I will say it’s even a miracle”

“What? I’ve told that plenty of times” he says a little bit offended “ but we’ve never been parted that much since we’re together”

“You don’t say you love me that much either...” Isa adds

“That’s not true” he says firmly

“Yes it is, I’m not mad, you express it in other ways. I’ve accepted that when I marry you”

“I’m sure I say it many times...”

“You can say it now...” she whispers

“I love you, Isa, and I miss you” he mutters

“See? Saint Jude is working its magic” Isa laughs. Her heart is full and she feels like an enormous weight has been lifted. He loves me, he’ll be back

“So I’m not a lost cause anymore?” Javi replies with an amused tone

“We’ll see when you get here”

“And you won’t say it back?”

“What?”

“That you love me and miss me”

“Ay, Javier” she sighs “I sleep every night waiting for you with the lights on, praying that you will get back to me soon, I sleep with your t-shirt and even if I don’t believe in it really, I keep praying and praying that you will be back to our bed, that I will turn and you’ll be there, so yeah, I miss you and I love you. Te amo”

“Yo también te amo”

“Good night, mi amor”

“Good night”

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Silent Britain

Series - Prologue

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader 

Summary: You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life

A/N: Sorry, it’s been a hot minute since I've posted! Anyway, this is basically going to be a whole series. I have no idea how many parts it’ll be, and I’ll be updating at least every two weeks (but I’ll aim to update it weekly!) I thought it was kind of a fun idea so essentially in the film Tom plays a bad-boy mob members son, while the reader plays the opposing mob members daughter. Please enjoy! (This chapter is a bit of a slow-burn, but it’s essentially just setting up the plot and everything!) 

Also, all the italics in this story are the readers thoughts!

Word Count: 1,500

Silent Britain Masterlist || Full Masterlist 

Prologue

The uncomfortably loud alarm buzzed through your tired mind. A glance to your left told you it was 7:00 am. Time to get up. One arm reached out to turn your alarm off, while the other went to wipe your eyes as they opened sluggishly, adjusting to the illumination in your bedroom that crept through the blinds. Wasting no time, you moved your body from your large bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, no music playing, no TV’s on, signalling to you that your roommate/best friend, Evie, hadn’t woken up yet.

The thick script left on the dining table caught your attention. It was for an upcoming, untitled Nolan film. You’d been asked to read the script to audition, however you only made it about half-way through it last night. Looks like thats on today’s agenda.

Acting was your absolute passion. You’d been lucky enough to start your acting career about 4 years ago, acting in 2-3 bigger films, every-so-often working alongside a well known celebrity. Working alongside Robert Pattinson in dramatic indie film was pretty cool, considering you’d grown up around all the Twilight hype. Playing Brad Pitt’s daughter in another film was also a big moment in your career. Not to mention your recent role in the Emmy award winning show Big Little Lies really helping define who you were as an actress. Ever since then you’d been asked to audition for quite a few more roles. Shockingly, it actually took a bit of a turn on you. People recognised you more often, which meant it was harder to leave the house. It also meant you started comparing yourself to other actors your age, to which you never thought you’d live up too. Being rich and famous really wasn’t all it was cut out to be.

While mindlessly making breakfast, your phone began buzzing on the hard, marble bench top. It was your agent, Melissa.

“Hey, Mel.” You quickly answered,

“Morning, (Y/N), how’re you doing?” Her thick American accent sung through the phone. Melissa was from California. You weren’t, you were born and bred in England, and you’d continued living just outside of London throughout your career. It was just much easier having an agent closer to the action of Hollywood.

“Good, I’m a little tired, it’s like seven AM over here.” You responded,

“Well it’s 11 at night over here, but I’ve just received some fantastic news and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

“You’ve got my attention.” You chuckled slightly, leaning down to rest on the kitchen bench, ready to intently listen to whatever Melissa had to say.

“You remember that Scorsese film you auditioned for a while back, Silent Britain?”

Oh my god. “Yea, of course I remember, what about it?” Your palms became clammy and your voice shook slightly.

“You’ve been offered the role! You’re playing Elizabeth Baker!”

Your head immediately fell to your hands. You were just unbelievably over-joyed, you didn’t even know what to say. This would undoubtedly be your biggest role to date. “Mel, oh my god, this is such huge news, I really didn’t think I’d get it. This is so, so, so incredible.” You stood and began pacing the kitchen.

“It gets even better, guess who else is already signed on?”

“Who?”

“Tom Hardy is playing your father, Anthony Hopkins is playing your grandfather,” Your jaw had already hit the floor at this point, “Chrisitan Bale is also signed on, and Jude Law’s set to play one of the detectives.”

“Melissa, holy fuck.” You paused, “holy fuck. This- that’s so many actors, incredible actors-”

“And there’s plenty more to be signed on. So I’m assuming you’d like the role?”

“Of course I’d like the role!”

“I’m sending through all the paper-work and details for you to flick through, I’ll also mail over a script ASAP so you can go through the whole thing. You’ll have to fly out here in about 2 weeks for the initial meet up with Martin and the cast, so I’ll book that in now, and we can work out the rest of the details when you’re here, how’s that sound?” Melissa explained quickly,

“Yea, yea that sounds perfect, when’s filming set to start?”

“It says mid-June, which is in two months, if all the actors have been accounted for by that time.”

“Okay, I’ll get all my shit sorted out and I’ll see you in two weeks! Thanks so much Mel.”

And with that, the two of you hung up. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. A fucking Gangster Scorsese film. It doesn’t get better than that. That’s peak-of-the-career shit right there. Everything you did the rest of that day was purely in order to be organised for your flight. You hadn’t been this excited since you landed the role of Reece Witherspoon’s daughter in Big Little Lies. After screaming in pure bliss with Evie about the news, you went to your nearest shopping centre to get any possible supplies you may need. Shampoo, conditioner, dry shampoo, toothpaste, a power board, a charging cable, new comfortable clothes, not that you really needed anymore, new nicer clothes, not that you fucking needed anymore, the list went on. Evie even came with you, as if your impulse control wasn’t already low, Evie made it plumet, suggesting you needed every second thing she laid her eyes on. You even bought a notepad with the Taxi Driver movie poster on the cover because Scorsese directed that too, and it’ll be funny incase I ever need to take notes.

You shut the boot of your car, hopping into the driver's seat next to where Evie sat comfortably in the passenger’s seat.

“So who else is in the film? Besides Venom, Hannibal Lecter, Batman, and John Watson.” Evie smirked at her own joke,

“Ha ha. Very funny.” You stated, pulling out of the car park. “That’s all I know about at the moment, here” you passed her your phone, “check my emails, I might’ve gotten an update.” Evie took the phone from your hands and held it to your face to unlock it.

“Melissa Bradd sent another email, with attached file, more details…” Evie muttered, mainly to herself as she opened the document. “Hmm, Anthony Hopkins, Tom Hardy, you-” Evie gasped heavily.

“What, what is it?” You quickly interjected.

“I’m going to shit my pants, I’m gonna actually die right here, right now-”

“Evie, what the fuck!? What is it?!” You almost wanted to pull over the car.

“Timothee Chalamet is playing Joseph Baker, your brother!” She practically shrieked. Christ. Obviously you adored Timothee’s work, he was incredible and so devoted, but Evie absolutely adored him, for a long time now.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, just above a whisper. Reacting to not only Evies reaction, but also that another big name was going to be on screen beside you. “Anyone else?”

“It doesn’t even fucking matter who else is in it!” Evie sung, flailing her arms in the air.

“Evie, who else is in it!” You repeated, feeling a little on edge. Her gaze returned back to the phone screen, her excitement still clearly coursing through her veins.

“So far, Finn Wolfhard is set to play your younger brother, and Michael Fassbender and Christian bale are signed on as your uncles,” She read.

It was at this moment, your hands really started shaking. You tried gripping the wheel as tightly as you could, but it honestly felt like most of the blood in your body was vanishing, you didn’t seem to have control over much of anything, especially not your breathing. Evie looked over at you.

“Hey, (Y/N/N), you okay? You’re kind of looking a bit pale.” She spoke quietly,

“That’s a lot of big actors, Evie.” You responded, your mouth entirely dry.

“Yea, but you’re a big actor too, you know. You’ve been in some big films!” She lightly tried to reassure you.

“Eve, I’ve been a background character in like 3 big films.” You peered over to her, quickly returning your glare back to the road.

“You’re in Big Little Lies, that’s a big show.”

“I’m a daughter, I’m not a main character at all. This movie, I’m a fucking huge character in this movie. This movie practically fucking revolves around me, Tom Hardy, and Hopkins.” Your voice elevated as you spoke.

“Let’s just get home, and then we can talk it all through.” Evie said calmly, clearly not paying much mind to what you’d just said. You nodded in response. And, as if on cue, your phone chimed.

“What was it?” As you asked, Evie began scrolling through your phone.

“Another email from Melissa.��

“And?...”

“A couple more actors signed on.”

“And?...” Your head was far too close to exploding.

“Well, Rachel Weisz is playing your mum, and Daniel Craig is another uncle,” Evie was speaking softly, “Idris Elba is a detective, and- uhm- Tom Holland is your love interest…”

And there goes the explosion. “I need to pull over. I’m about to have a stroke.”

[sad-boy-mono]

Character and Relationship Backstory and an update from me

Hey y'all! I have an update on where I've been at the end of this post for those of y'all who have been following Highschool Casualties and are wondering where I went, but if you've just stumbled across this I don't want to throw a long and random explination at ya!

Haven’t read the main story yet?

Heres the Tumblr Masterpost and the Ao3 link!

The characters

Damien Haas

16, sophomore in high school. Hardcore musical theater kid from grades 4-8. Loves to sing and shit. Got quite a few bigger roles early on. Things got busy freshman year, so he had to put things on hold.

(Favorite musical is probably falsettos or something idk I'm not a theater kid.)

(That's a lie, I'm just a bad theater kid XP)

Fucking loves superhero movies and shit because haha irony.

Favorite class is Drama, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but Shakespeare is forever.

Has an irrational fear of doctors, dentists, and needles due to some surgical mishaps that occurred when he was young. Also has a fear of the ocean.

Deals with anxiety and frequent panic attacks.

Shayne Topp

15, sophomore in high school. Really fucking loves football, but not on the team. He wanted to be, but he use to be friends with some of the people on the football team. And they... weren't the best to say the least. They were bad influences and caused Shayne to do bad things. He's no longer friends with them, but still goes to the games with Courtney and Damien to cheer on Courtny's brothers who are on the team.

Favorite class is probably woodworking, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but birdhouses are forever.

(Though he's actually really good at math, like he has the capability to take honors and do well. It just isn't fun.)

Doesn't know how to ride a bike and can't swim. Deep water freaks him out.

Has a huge fear of hurting other (because haha irony) and always puts his friends before himself.

Courtney Miller

14, freshman in high school. Loves writing and art. Has a lot of sketchbooks, but most of them are half filled. At this point she just collects cool sketchbooks.

Also love film/acting/drama but has a lot of anxiety around performing, so she ends up being on her school's tech crew. She's really good at editing, and has a passion for behind the scenes work around productions.

Favorite musical is Heathers.

Favorite class is her painting and art history class, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but art is forever.

Struggls a lot with school. Doesn't have many friends outside of Shayne and Damien, even when it comes to her tech crew. Generally on bad terms with "friends" (bullies) from middle school.

Doesn't enjoy the other people in her class. A few of them are former (or current) bullies from middle school.

Relationships

Damien and Shayne

Met in the first grade, became friends in a very first-grader-like manner.

Shayne: Hey I like your pokemon shirt

Damien: Oh thanks, you wanna play with trucks?

Shayne: Yeah sure.

They’ve been best friends ever since.

They had a bit of a falling out from mid 7th through 8th grade because of the guys Shayne hung out with. They were your average middle school douchbags but a lil worse.

Things got sorted the summer following 8th grade.

When they started high school, Shayne’s older brother would pick Damien up and give him a ride to school every morning; even though Damien was in walking distance.

But a month-ish before their freshman year, Shayne’s family ended up moving closer to Damien’s, because a tree fell through Shayne’s house during a terrible storm that hit their town. Even though it hypothetically could've been fixed, the house was old so they took it as a sign to just move.

Shayne is the only person who knows about Damien's anxiety outside of his family, and is who Damien goes to when he's having heighted anxiety or a panic attack.

They also bond over their fear of water strangly often.

Shayne and Courtney

Courtney’s family moved across the street from Shayne’s family when Courtney was in the 7th grade and Shayne was in the 8th. And after the initial family intoductions when the Millers first moved in, Shayne never talked to Courtney. Until about a month later, when he was home alone and Courtney knocked at his door.

After Shayne asked 'what's up?' Courtney asked if they could be friends.

“Do you know how to play smash?” Shayne asked.

Courtney sighed and let out a defeated ‘no’ and began walking away from the door.

“Ok, I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

They would hang out quite a bit until Shayne moved, but they still talked a lot.

Shayne later found out that Courtney would go door to door asking for friends. Shayne was the first and only person who had actually said yes.

Most people mistake them for siblings and when they find out they aren’t related, they assume they’re dating.

Shayne treats Courtney like a little sister and is very protective of her.

Shayne was fucking LIVID when he found out Courtney was being bullied. As much as he wanted to fight them, Courtney talked him down from doing so.

He still did the whole 'don't fuck with Courtney or I will fucking kill you' big brother thing. It did the trick for a while. When you're a very athletic 15 year old, it's easy to intimidate people that are younger than you.

Courtney hasn't told him about... the current bullies though.

Courtney and Damien

Met through Shayne. He made a group chat with the 3 of them that Shayne named “Operation Friendship”. Since Shayne and Damien weren't on speaking terms when Shayne and Courtney became friends they never had a chance to meet.

But they didn’t meet in person until Courtney’s first day of high school, where the 3 of them had their first class together, conveniently...

Anytime they play video games, a conversation along this happens.

"Courtney where did you learn to play this game?"

"...Shayne"

"Explains why you suck"

"HEY!"

(Shayne) "HEY!"

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Hey! Thank you so much for reading! It's been awhile hasn't it. Yeah, I'm sorry. My life has been all over the place for the past few months and I've been struggling to find the motivation to write. I don't want to specifics because it's not only very personal, but a long story.

But to summerize why I sorta dissapeared, I had a lot of personal issues going on with both school and home and as my mental health was on this steady, but consistent, decline, it was at its very lowest in December. My home issues had reached their peak, and with the end of the quarter coming up after Xmas break and my weeks worth of late work coming back to bite me, I was too stressed to work on anything I found enjoyable without losing motivation immidiently.

Things didn't start getting better for me until some time early in semester 2 of my year. My school was transitioning back into fully in person with covid rates at their lowest in my area and things were finally feeling consistant again, but I was still getting my bearings. School still felt draining, though much less than before, and I didn't have much energy to work on things I was passionate about. I don't think I even made a new document for chapter 6 until mid-ish March.

I'm very nervious about coming back to this story after so long for many reason. First being, although I am feeling better mentally, things feel very off with writing this story. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of passion to write this story and want to see it to completion, I've just had a fluxuating interest in smosh aswell. I enjoy the channel, just not as much as I use to. And my hyperfixation on Smosh was a big drive for me writing the story. Second being that I have so much writers block around the sixth chapter of this story, and I'm worried that as soon as I try to work on it, that block will make me lose my motivation again and I'll put it off for another 6 months.

This "chapter" (idk what else I'd call this) has probably been fully finished in my drafts for about a month now, and I've been putting off posting it because of those listed anxieties, but I really want to continue writing this story so I hope you enjoyed!

Also sorry if this explination was all over the place, I just got my first covid vaccine today and am feeling kinda bleh.

[btsqualityy]

BTS Pregnancy Series #2: Finding Out/Telling Him

6 to 8 weeks, or one and a half to two months, pregnant.

Kim Seokjin

“Fine! Leave me then, you fucking jerk!” You yelled as you pushed past Jin and stormed upstairs to your bedroom. Jin flinched at your tone of voice, surprised that you were acting like this. He had just told you that the group would be doing promotions overseas for three weeks and even though you never liked to hear that he was leaving, you had never reacted this way before.

Jin took a deep breath before trudging up the stairs after you. Once he got your bedroom, he peaked inside to see you laying in the bed, crying so hard that he could see your body shaking. 

“Y/N,” he whispered sadly, rushing into the room and sitting on the side of the bed that you were laying on. He laid his hand on your back and rubbed softly, which made you cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I just....J-just hate it when.....you leave,” you gasped out in between tears. 

“I know you do baby. You know I hate it just as much as you do though,” He said quietly, and you nodded in agreement. “Hey jagi?”

You looked up at him as you wiped away the tears streaks from your face. “Hmm?”

“Have you taken a pregnancy test this month?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and he quickly shook his head. “I only ask because you’re really emotional. More so than normal.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it. You and Jin hadn’t been making any vigorous efforts for a while now, deciding to take a break from trying for a few months. However, there was that night some weeks ago....

“You’re right,” you tell him as you look back up at him. You both sit there in silence for a few seconds before you spring up and run into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, you quickly grab the last pregnancy test you had and rip it open. After taking it, you quickly put the top on it and wash your hands before leaving it on the counter. 

“I can’t look Jin. You go,” you shoo him into the bathroom. Smiling, he walks into the bathroom as you bite on your nail. A few seconds later, he walks back into the bedroom with a blank look on his face.

“I’m not pregnant, am I?” You asked, already feeling the disappointment set in. 

“Jagiya, we’re having a baby,” he yells, smiling widely. You feel the tears immediately cloud your eyes and Jin scoops you up in a hug. “Can you believe it jagi?”

“We’re having a baby,” you whisper in disbelief, hugging Jin tightly.

Min Yoongi

“Y/N, I really think that we should go to the hospital,” Yoongi muttered as you leaned over the toilet for the 6th time since you had woken up this morning. You threw your hand up as you finally felt your stomach settle for the first time all day.

Yoongi handed you some tissue and you wiped your mouth off. “No need for that Yoong,” you sighed heavily. 

“Y/N, you never vomit. Not even when you have a regular cold. It might be something serious.” You tried to stand up but you were a little shaky on your feet so Yoongi quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you up.

“I know what’s wrong with me baby,” you tell him, making him raise an eyebrow. You step out of the bathroom into your bedroom and go over to your purse. You quickly pull out the pregnancy test and walk back into the bathroom with it in hand. Instead of handing it right to him, you set it on the counter and grab your toothbrush to brush your teeth.

“Y/N, what is this?” Yoongi asked as he picked up the test. You heard him inhale sharply and after you finished brushing, you wiped your mouth and turned around to look at him.

“How long have you known?” He wondered, looking up at you.

“Since yesterday. Today’s not the first time I’ve thrown up recently,” you admit, making him glare lightly at you. “Like you said, I never vomit and the more I thought about it, I realized my period was two weeks late and I just hadn’t noticed. So I took the test and,” you trail off, pointing to the stick in his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you found out baby?” He mutters quietly.

“I was exhausted after getting off work and you were in the studio until late. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t gonna tell you though,” you giggle. He continues to stare down at the test, mouth slightly open in surprise. “Are you happy?” You hesitantly question.

“Jagiya,” he whispers as he looks up at you. “Of course I am. Come here,” he holds his arms open and you immediately step into them, loving the warmth his body emits. “We’re having a miniature us,” he laughs.  

Kim Namjoon

“Holy shit,” you squealed happily, looking at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. A few weeks after you and Namjoon’s anniversary, you felt sick to your stomach and despite the conversation you and Namjoon had, something told you to take a pregnancy test. 

Later that night, you were laying in bed when Namjoon finally came home from the studio. He quietly opened the door to your bedroom, trying not to make much noise but his eyes widened in surprise at seeing that you were still up.

“Hey jagi,” he smiled as he walked all the way into the room. He removed his jacket and began to work on taking his jeans off. “What are you still doing up? You’re usually knocked cold around this time.”

“Yeah, I know but I,....something happened today and I need to tell you about it,” you mumbled. After ridding himself of his pants, he walked over to the bed and laid down beside you. 

“What happened? Bad day?” He playfully pouted at you, making you chuckle.

“No. Actually, it was good I think,” you smiled lightly. “Joon, I found out that I’m pregnant today.”

You’re not entirely sure what reaction you expected from him. You halfway expected him to lash out or at least be disappointed. Nothing could have prepared you though, for the large dimpled smile that spread across his face. 

“Jagi, that’s amazing!” He laid himself on top of you, making you giggle in disbelief. 

“Wait, you’re not upset?” You questioned. 

“No. We’re having a baby, why would I be?”

“You know, the whole ‘Me and the boys are so busy’ thing,” you remind him, making him nod in realization.

“Jagi, I’ve always wanted children with you. I’m just afraid of not being around because of my job. I don’t want to leave you alone through this because you didn’t create this alone,” he sets a hand on your stomach. 

“Joon,” you reach up and caress his cheek with your palm. “If I couldn’t handle this lifestyle, do you really think I would’ve agreed to even go out with you, let alone marry you?” You laugh, making him do the same. “I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine,” you tell him and he nods. 

“We’re having a baby,” Namjoon smiles before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

Jung Hoseok 

“Jagi, I’m home!” You heard Hobi scream as the front door closed. You immediately froze and looked down at the pregnancy you had just taken out of the box. Hobi would pick today of all days to come home from practice early. 

“Y/N?” He called and that made you unfreeze. You quickly threw the test down and walked out of the bathroom, running right into Hobi.

“Hey, there you are! I knew that you should’ve been home by now,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Hi Hobi,” you said, pecking his lips softly. “How was practice?”

“Really good. So good we got out early,” he smirked. “Hey, I was thinking takeout tonight? From your favorite place?” He asked and you nodded absentmindedly. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Hobi laughed. “You look really flustered and you usually would be excited about take out.”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you smiled. Hobi raised an eyebrow and after looking at you for a few more seconds, he finally gave up. 

“Alright then. I’m gonna go use the bathroom and then we can order the food,” he announced and your eyes widened. 

“No!” You yelled as you blocked the doorway of the bathroom. Hobi looked at you in surprise and you realized how crazy you must’ve looked. “I mean, this bathroom isn’t clean. You should go use the guest bath.”

“Jagi, what’s going on?” He asked and you sighed heavily. There was no use in hiding this from him, especially if you turned out to be pregnant. You walked into the bathroom and he followed behind you. He looked at the counter and his face lit up in a smile. 

“Jagiya, are you pregnant?” He yelled as he bounced up and down, making you giggle. 

“I don’t know yet. I was about to take the test when you came home.”

“Without me?”

“I just didn’t want to get your hopes up baby,” you explained. He nodded slowly and then handed the test to you. 

“You hurry and take it, I’m gonna go pee. Be right back,” he called over his shoulder as he sped walked out of the bathroom. Laughing, you quickly glanced over the instructions before using the test. Once you were done, you set it on the counter and set the timer on your phone for one minute. 45 seconds in, Hobi walked back into the bathroom. 

“What took you so long?” You ask.

“I had a lot of water today,” he shrugged, making you laugh. The timer on your phone went off and you both looked down at the test. A big huge plus sign was on the front of it.

“Hobi,” you looked over at him with a huge smile on your face. He quickly picked you up, swinging you around wildly. 

“We’re having a baby!”

Park Jimin

You sung along as you stood backstage at the boys concert, watching them perform the last song of the night. Even though you and Jimin had been together for years now, you never got tired of watching the boys perform. 

After they said goodnight to the crowd, they all ran backstage. Jimin came straight over to you, kissing you firmly.

“You did amazing baby, as usual,” you praised him, making him smile hard. 

“That’s because I had you here. My good luck charm,” he winked. You smiled and were about to reply when you suddenly felt a little dizzy. You must’ve swayed in front of Jimin because he quickly grabbed ahold of your arms. “Jagi, are you alright?”

You tried to nod your head but you suddenly felt lightheaded and you leaned further into Jimin. “I-I can’t,” you tried to say when you suddenly fainted. Jimin’s eyes widened as he managed to catch you before you hit the ground. 

“Can we get a medic over here please?!” Jimin screamed.

When you woke up, the bright light made you wince. You glanced around the room and realized that you were probably in a hospital. You heard the door creak open and Jimin stepped inside. He noticed that you were awake and rushed over to your side.

“Hi jagi,” he whispered softly. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous,” you admitted. “What happened?”

“You fainted. We’re at the hospital now.”

“Do you know why I fainted?”

“Um, yeah actually I do,” he chuckled as a wide smile appeared on his face. “Jagi, you’re six weeks pregnant.”

“I am?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Jimin nodded and rubbed your cheek with his palm. 

“You fainted because your hormones are trying to regulate themselves,” he explained.

“And the baby? It’s ok?”

“Everything’s great,” Jimin smiled. “Can you believe it Y/N? We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah we are,” you sighed happily, kissing Jimin softly.

Kim Taehyung

“You really need to calm down,” you giggled at Tae as he bounced around the bedroom. After trying for one month, you decided to take a test to see if it had worked. Or more like, Tae was forcing you to.

“I can’t! We’re going to have a baby!” He exclaimed.

“Tae, we’re not sure yet,” you said as you tore into the box that held the pregnancy test inside. “My period is only late by two days.”

“I can feel it jagi,” he bounded over to you and looked over your shoulder as you read the instructions on the test. You walked over to the bathroom and turned around to tell Tae something but almost jumped out of your skin when you saw that he was right behind you, following you.

“Goodness sake’s Tae, back up!” You yell as you push against his chest. “You’re not coming in here.”

“Buzzkill,” he muttered. “Fine, I’ll be right here,” he said, pointing to the ground where he was standing. You nodded and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You quickly used the test and once you were done you washed your hands and put the cap back on the test before opening the door. Just like he said, Tae was standing the spot you’d left him in.

“So?” He asked. 

“We have to wait for two minutes,” you explained, handing the test to him. He nodded and looked down at it. You walked over to the laundry basket that was sitting on the bed and proceeded to fold the clothes, which was what you had been doing before Tae ambushed you with the pregnancy test. 

“Oh my gosh!” Tae exclaimed suddenly, making you drop the shirt in your hands before rushing over to him. You looked at the test and saw the word “Pregnant” on the face. You immediately felt the tears in your eyes as you looked up at Tae.

“You were right,” you giggled, still a little in disbelief. Tae scooped you up in his arms and hugged you tightly. 

“We’re having a baby jagi,” he whispered happily into your ear.

Jeon Jungkook

You stood in front of the bathroom counter, looking down at the three positive pregnancy tests in front of you. You just hadn’t been feeling yourself lately and something told you to take a pregnancy test, or three. You didn’t actually think you’d be pregnant though. 

‘I have to tell Kookie,’ you mumbled to yourself. You quickly grabbed the tests and walked back into the bedroom. Jungkook was laying on his side turned away from you, sleeping peacefully. You felt bad knowing that you were about to wake him up but you were going to go crazy if you didn’t tell him now.

“Kook?” You whispered, climbing into the bed next to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him firmly. “Kook.”

“Mmm Y/N, leave me alone. We can have sex later,” he mumbled, making you blush and smack your teeth. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” You screamed, hitting him really hard at the same time. He sprang up and looked around wildly before looking at you. 

“Don’t do that to me Y/N! You scared me half to death,” he laid a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. 

“I tried to wake you up nicely but you ignored me,” you shrugged. “Desperate measures had to be taken.”

“Anyways, what is so important that you had to wake me up at,” he paused to look at the clock. “7:36AM?”

“Kook,” you brought the pregnancy tests in front of you and held them up for Jungkook to see. “I’m pregnant.” 

His jaw dropped and he wiped his eyes before looking closely at the tests in your hand. 

“You are,” he nodded. “Wait, we’re going to have a baby,” he muttered as it started to set in. He placed a hand on your stomach and looked up at you. “Our baby is in here.”

“That’s what the test says,” you giggled. He leaned down and left a soft kiss on your belly. Once he sat up, he took the tests out of your hands and placed them on the bedside table.

“Come here baby,” he opened his arms and you laid down with him, tangling his legs with yours. 

“Are you happy?” You asked. You felt him press a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Ecstatic. It just might not seem like it because I’m still tired,” he admits chuckling. “Wait, this means I can call you my baby mama now.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered as you shook your head.

[yodawgiherd]

Bit Tied Up at the Moment

Rating: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the recent feedback I've gotten, all the kudos/comments/asks, stuff like that. I know that I sound a bit like a broken record at this point, but I really do appreciate every single one, and probably wouldn't be here without them by now. So thank you! This chapter was created in the span of about two weeks, and since I kept adding tidbits here and there, it in the end stretched over 10k words. Life is fun sometimes. If a (way too) long smut with (unnecessary) buildup, is your thing, then enjoy!

In other news, I'm leaving for about two weeks today, so I won't be much around social media while getting the much-needed fresh air. Keep being awesome while I'm gone! And see you guys after.

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Sometimes, it’s important to take a step back and look at the bigger picture, realize what choices and paths were taken in order to get where you are today. Retrospective helps, after all. Having nothing better to do, in the situation she found herself in, incapacitated as she was, Mikasa took a moment to reminisce and do just that. So how does one get naked, well almost, tied to the bed, so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle, blindfolded, and with her boyfriend doing god knows what devilry just a few feet away, only heightening the tension that was already thick in the air. She tried adjusting her position a bit, but was unable to, as the cuffs held her really, really fast, her own fault, since she was the one urging Eren to tighten her bindings because she’s a strong independent woman, isn’t she?

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said back then, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

It wasn’t long since the world went dark, just about five minutes, but every second felt like an hour. Mikasa was definitely looking forward whatever Eren was cooking up, and patience regarding her sexual satisfaction was never her strong suit in the first place, a fact that her lover just loved abusing. Well, nothing she could do now. At least the bindings didn’t bite into her skin since the leather was nicely soft, and she was wearing both gloves and stockings to protect her to a degree anyway, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t secure. Rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling, or rather somewhere where she assumed the ceiling was, as the blindfold worked perfectly and the only thing she could see was absolute darkness.

So, where did this all begin?

In the morning, of course. Mikasa woke up all nice and rested, rolling over to be met with the radiant green gaze she adored. Eren gave her a smile, head propped on an elbow, giving her all sorts of sinful thoughts first thing in the morning. Bad influence, really. On his part, Eren wasn’t faring much better, having trouble getting his brain to work at all. Eren always thought of himself as a rather clever person, but Mikasa could just make him lose his head on a moment’s notice, such magical was the hold she had on him and his cognitive abilities. She was looking as beautiful as always, but in addition to that, she was sporting the cutest bedhead ever, making him feel like looking at her equaled staring right into the sun. That bedhead was honestly part of the reason why he loved watching her wake up every morning he could, that thing should be illegal. The way her hair stood all around her face, giving her a little halo of her own, did resemble the sun. His own perfect star, one he was so lucky to have.

“Slept well?”, he asked, doing his best to snap out of the admiration trance.

“It was okay. Much better than a few days back, when I woke up in the middle of the night once, feeling like someone was choking me.”

His grin got wider.

“Choking you, huh?”

“Ass.”, reaching over, she poked him in the chest, “Not the good kind you do, the one that’s done by someone actually trying to hurt you.”

Seeing him still snickering, her frown deepened.

“Was probably just you snoring that woke me anyway.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure you don’t.”

Sticking out the tip of her tongue at him, Mikasa felt rightfully avenged and sat up to stretch her sleep-sore muscles, still feeling Eren’s eyes on her body. Not much of a surprise, as they ogled each other rather often, but it took some time getting used to. At the early stages of their relationship, when either of them caught the other during it they usually blushed like crazy and looked right away. Now, however, when she met Eren’s gaze, he just winked at her knowingly.

“Planning something today?”

She shook her head.

“Not anything special, no. Wanted to go for a run, but in this heat, I think I'll just take the bike down to Levi’s gym, use the treadmill there. Don’t wanna cook myself.”, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Why are you asking?”

“I wanted to go shopping today, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”, Eren shrugged, “But it’s fine if you don’t feel like it.”

“Please, why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you? I’ll gladly go.”, getting up from the bed, she turned back towards him, “When are we leaving?”

“Someone’s full of energy.”, following her example, he got up himself, as he had to anyway, “I got a meeting scheduled, one I don’t wanna miss, so how about I’ll go attend it, you can go for your treadmill run, and we meet up later?”

A good plan, one Mikasa could get behind. Breakfast later, some delicious sandwiches that they made together, she was speeding her bike down the road to the gym, the sun climbing to its peak over her head. Levi’s grumpiness was just about fifty percent of the usual levels, for some reason, so it was also a delight to interact with her lovely brother. Meanwhile, Eren had his own problems on the other side of the town.

“I did look over the plans, but I still need a bit more time to figure things out.”, Zackly said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Got the other stuff you wanted though, even with the adjustments.”

Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a large box, sliding it over to Eren, who immediately opened it, inspecting the contents. Picking up one weird looking toy, he arched an eyebrow at it.

“How does this thing even work?”

The shop owner shrugged.

“Not sure, but there’s a manual included with everything. You can pick up on some light reading.”

“Will do.”

Chuckling, Eren closed the box, satisfied. He nodded at Zackly.

“Let me know when you get the time to finish the drafts, okay?”

“If the wife lets me. She’s always like, Darius, why don’t you spend more time with your family? Darius, you know that we had the reservation! Stuff like that.”, he sighed, “The worst thing is, I know that she’s right.”

“Women tend to do that, most of the time.”, reaching over the counter, Eren put a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Hang in there buddy.”

“I’ll do my best. See you Eren, have fun with the new toys.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, we most certainly will.”

With the last wave, he was out of the door, just in time for Zackly’s phone to begin ringing. Checking the screen, he was not surprised in the least to see his wife’s name there. Ah shit, here we go again. Picking up, he steeled himself for another barrage that was sure to follow.

Finding Eren in the mall was easy enough. Sneaking up on him was a bit harder, but Mikasa managed nonetheless, jumping on her prey and covering his eyes with her hands, grinning victoriously.

“Guess who?”

Eren staggered but didn’t fall, much to his credit.

“Oof, such a strong grip, there’s only one person in the whole world that has it.”, he faked a surprised gasp, “Jean, I told you that we must keep our love secret! If Mikasa finds out she’s going to kill us both!”

Gasping herself, she took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and watching her fiancé turn around with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really? Jean? You’d really compare me to someone you dislike so much?”

“I do not dislike him. Jean Kirstein is my very good friend, as I was ordered to stop fighting with him by my beautiful, not intimidating or scary in the least, girlfriend. Therefore, in order to keep my body intact, we are best buds.”

“Of course, until one of you gets the five-year-old fit again, and you are back to being mortal enemies for a week.”

Eren just shrugged.

“It’s nice having a rival.”

“Rival in what exactly?”, Mikasa shook her head, not understanding the relationship those two dorks had at all, “Really, you make your life sound like some Japanese anime.”

“Must be your influence, you are the only representative of the hentai master race in my life.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. Now let’s do some actual shopping before I bite your head off.”

As it is important to keep your head, Eren had no complaints about her order. Neither of them was really much of a shopaholic, but it was fun to just spend the time together, and Mikasa did pick up a few things that caught her eye.

“Swimming trunks?”, she arched an eyebrow at Eren, who was going through the collection and trying to find a pattern he liked. “Don’t you have some already?”

“I used to.”, he explained, “But you tore them during our last holiday. Don’t remember?”

“Oh, those…”, she did remember, the memory bringing a bit of color into her cheeks. Damn, but that was a good time. They went to some tropical island in the Pacific and It was the first time she got to see the ocean, with her own eyes, in all its glory, the endless waves and salty water scaring her at the start, but it slowly crept under her skin, and before she realized it Mikasa was already missing that big blue thing. Eren also used to make fun of her for the sound she made when the water first touched her feet, the “Eeek!” being apparently so adorable that it etched into his brain. They should go again, sometime soon.

As she had a brand new bikini herself, Mikasa set off to find something she was missing, or rather desired, leaving Eren to ponder his choice of new swimwear. A dress, some sandals, and even a new pair of fingerless padded gloves for her workouts. It was in the shop where she found these, a sport-oriented one, that the interesting thing happened. Coming back after paying for the gloves, Mikasa found Eren staring at the wall, a thing that he usually didn’t do, as far as she knew. Not sure what this was about, she tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”, he answered, swinging his vision back towards the wall, “How can she be so cute, just look at her.”

Mentally preparing for whatever joke this was supposed to be, she followed his eyes with her own, only to find herself staring at nothing else but herself. Well, a rather large version that is. Plastered all over the wall, there was a photo of her, the upper half of her body to be exact, dressed in her workout attire and staring forward with a determined expression, photographed in the middle of tightening one of her gloves. That wasn’t all. Just a few meters to the left, she was shown stretching her arm, a faint smile on her lips. Apparently, Mikasa Ackerman was the shop’s flavor of the month.

“So pretty…”, Eren sighed next to her, the smile on his face suggesting just how much he was enjoying the situation.

Mikasa had no idea what to say. She knew that the photos of her taken at the studio are obviously going somewhere, and she saw a number of magazines with herself already, but this was the first time that she witnessed anyone putting her on the wall as a decoration. It was surely flattering, but also kinda weird, looking at yourself, and Mikasa found herself rather flustered, especially with Eren snickering right next to her. Well then, let’s see how he likes having the game turned around.

“Would you look at that.”, she said, “How many people do you think sees this daily?”

“Ehm, I dunno… A few hundred?”, Eren looked around, “It’s a big shop.”

“Hundreds of people, staring at my body, day by day…”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“What are you implying, exactly?”

“Nothing.”, Mikasa’s smile was the essence of innocence, “But look, you can see the line of my back on the picture, the one that you say you love so much. And here, there’s the beginning of my abs. You know, I wonder, do other people also look at me and think how it would feel to run their hands over those things? To kiss them maybe?”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to make me jealous.”, Eren whispered, voice dropping an octave lower, “But you can’t, it’s just a picture,”, reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Mikasa much closer than before,  “I have the real thing.”

“Of course, just a picture, nothing else.”, she agreed readily, “But there’s so many of them, all the magazines and stuff, you think anyone ever did the good old one-two to them?”

The grip on her waist tightened.

“Did you just make me imagine someone masturbating to your photos babe?”, Eren growled right into her ear, the vibrations seeming to travel right through her spine.

“What if I did?”, she whispered right back, defiant.

“Then I suggest we should pack it up and go home. I have some….hmm.. training to do.”

Bingo.

“Then we better go, wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Done with talking, Eren grabbed a hold of her hand, definitely a bit more firm than usual, and set a brisk pace back towards the car, jaw clenched. Matching his tempo, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the anticipation inside her rising, because as worked up as he was, whatever he was about to do to her, it should be pretty damn worth it. Bless whoever decided that her face is the best option for that sportswear shop’s wall, really.

Even the drive home was a tease, since Eren kept one hand on Mikasa’s knee, all possessive suddenly, playing with the hem of her skirt but never actually dipping his finger underneath it. It wasn’t until they parked in the garage that she noticed the rather large box he pulled out of the trunk, giving her a pause.

“What’s that?”, she wanted to know, not sure if he perhaps bought something for himself when she wasn’t looking, because she couldn’t remember seeing this box before.

“A surprise.”, was all Eren offered, not bothering to explain it any further before once again taking hold of her hand and pulling the raven inside.

Whatever the magic box was, Eren just took it upstairs, acting like nothing happened, save for the all-knowing smirk that was driving Mikasa nuts. Only after everything they bought was properly put away, he did take her to the bedroom, where the thing was sitting on the dresser, all innocent-like.

“You’re probably wondering what I got for you in the small box of wonders.”, Eren pointed at the mystery-shrouded object, “Don’t you?”

Honestly, she was totally on the edge of her imaginative seat, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he. Doing her best to appear indifferent, she just shrugged.

“A little bit.”, Mikasa admitted, playing it cool. “And the box isn’t really small, it’s pretty big.”

But judging from Eren’s expression, he saw right through her.

“Good point. Anyway, I’ll need you to close your eyes for me love, no peeking. It would spoil the surprise.”

Rolling her eyes about the in her opinion completely unnecessary dramatic flair, she did as he asked, hiding her grey orbs behind their respective lids.

“There. Happy?”

A kiss appeared on her cheek, right on her scar.

“Very much so, thank you babe.”

Eyes closed, Mikasa was left to tap her foot impatiently while Eren rummaged in the admittedly big box of wonders, looking for something. Apparently finding it, he came closer, the desire in her to cheat and crack an eye open increasing with every step he took. But she held herself back and was rewarded with her lover reaching up to wrap something around her neck, the gentle hug of leather very familiar on her skin.

“All right, you can look.”

But opening her eyes, Mikasa couldn’t really see any change, apart from his grin growing wider, because whatever he gave her was firmly holding on her throat, out of the view. It was easy to guess that it was a collar, as she had vast experience with having one, but what was so special about it? It took Eren about ten seconds before he realized that she actually can't see whatever the improvement was, and as soon as he did he stepped aside, letting her approach the full-length mirror they had in the bedroom, finally letting her inspect the new piece she received.

It did look similar to those that they already had, but there were some obvious differences. The most obvious ones were the letters, made in silvery metal, at the front of the thing, spelling nothing else but her own name. They were big, the kind that was attached one by one, taking up most of the space there, save for the ring to attach the leash to, in between the K and A in Mikasa. Another thing she noticed, there was no adjusting this collar, it had only one buckle, and sat perfectly on her neck, which meant that it was made specifically for her, as the name would have suggested anyway.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?”, she repeated Eren’s question, fingers running over the cool metal of the letters, which felt really pleasurable to the touch, “What else would I think, other than I love it! It’s amazing!”

“Really?”, Eren could feel a bit of weight falling from his shoulder, as he was rather unsure if she would actually appreciate this. He didn’t know if having a personalized collar was Mikasa’s thing, and couldn’t really ask without spoiling the surprise, but was glad that she liked it. He did have another one ready, if she didn’t, one that spelled Kitten instead of her name, a bit more neutral in Eren’s opinion and not that different, as both words had six letters, but if she liked this one, the other could very well wait. After all, he was the one who gave her the choking dreams, caused by him doing his best to measure her neck, as gently as he could without waking her up because as Darius said, the numbers needed to be exact if he wanted the collar to fit perfectly. But seeing her as happy as she was with the gift, it was totally worth it, and also the time to strike the iron while it was hot.

“I got some other pieces that go well with the collar.”, Eren offered, “Not that I’m any kind of fashion specialist, unlike you, but…

“Just show me.”, she interrupted him, impatient for once. But Eren was having none of it.

“Not yet, first we have to take care of a certain pressing matter. Your rude teasing at the mall.”

“Ow, come now, you’re not going to be upset about such a little thing, are you?”

“Upset? No, not at all…”, the predatory smile that he had, Mikasa knew that one very well, “But I do believe that you were a bad, bad girl, so I need to discipline you. Punishment is in order.”

Punishment? For what? A few words? Hardly fair, yet she was not in the mood to argue about it, especially now that she got a shiny new collar, just setting the mood for a little bit of bottoming on her part.

“If you think that It will help….”, she let the end of the sentence hang in the air, letting Eren take the lead, just as he wanted. Crossing the distance to the bed, he sat down, motioning for her to come over.

“I think that I’ll go with some classic, no need to be creative right off the bat.”, seeing her nod, as Mikasa was on board with anything really, Eren continued, “A spanking should do you good.”

Mikasa was not spanked as a child, as Levi never touched her, so the whole concept still seemed a bit alien to her, but she wouldn’t complain. Eren, on the other hand, received his healthy dose during childhood, the unruly child that he was before his father’s demise, often leaving Carla no other option. Now was not the time to think about that, however, as this spank was not much about the punishment, but more about the fact that they both enjoyed it. Taking Mikasa’s hand in hers and guiding her to lay across his lap, so he would have easy access to the area of intended disciplinary action, Eren pulled up her skirt, exposing that perfectly toned ass that he simply adored.

“How many slaps do you think are an adequate punishment?”

“None?” , Mikasa tried, looking at him over her shoulder.

“For such a brat like you? Nah, that won’t do.”

“One then?”

“I think I’ll make it ten. With you counting, of course.”

Removing her underwear, as it would dampen the impact, not because he just enjoyed having her naked, totally, Eren raised his hand, looking down at his victim.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Bring it on.”

The slap was way harder than she anticipated, making Mikasa cry out. Eren was not holding back, that was for sure. Yet as always, beneath the pain there was the pleasure she craved, seeping into her lower belly, making the situation actually enjoyable, despite the sting.

“One.”, she counted as ordered.

The ten hits were slow, hard, and smartly placed, as Eren had quite an experience with disciplining her. Exactly the way Mikasa enjoyed. By the time they got to the last one, she had tears in her eyes, not bothering to hold her cries in. There really was no need to do that. With the punishment done, her ass stung like hell, red from the beating, but Eren did let her stand up, not breaking his word. Back on her feet, Mikasa wiped the tears away, waiting for whatever was about to follow, pleasurably sore in the right places. And the night was only starting.

With that out of the way, it was time to move on. Pulling out the harness he got, Eren handed it over to Mikasa, who stared at it with a question in her teary eyes.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for you.”, Eren pointed out, “To wear.”

Inspecting the individual parts, connected to each other, it finally seemed to click for her, yet she remained unconvinced.

“Wear? But it’s just leather belts, it doesn’t cover anything.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

Agreeing that he was right, Mikasa shed her normal clothes, everything save for the new collar, and with Eren’s help managed to put the thing on. It was a bit confusing at the what goes where part, but they made it, so she was left to inspect herself in the mirror, frowning. It was weird. While the black leather looked good in contrast with her porcelain skin, the fact that the harness was literally just belts did look a bit goofy. It framed her breasts, went down around her stomach and ended up at the top of Mikasa’s thighs, not hiding anything from view. Really, not a thing, which meant that Eren did notice that little change on her body she did recently.

“You shaved?”, noticing the lack of the usually trimmed stripe of hair she kept above her most private region, one he was quite acquainted with.

“Yes. You mind?”

Eren snorted.

“Not really no. As far as I’m concerned, you can shave what you want baby, and life is change.”

Taking a step back Eren looked her up and down, nodding to himself.

“Looks good.”

Well sure, the harness did fit with the collar, but they were both black leather, so it wasn’t that much of a miraculous surprise. Other than that, she just still felt… naked, albeit it was no problem as only Eren was in the room, but still. He must have noticed her scrunched nose because he was quick to continue.

“However, we can make it even better.”

“With what?”

“Wardrobe like yours, I’ll find something.”, not discouraged, Eren did a quick sweep of her stuff, and soon returned with two more articles of clothing. The stockings and elbow-long gloves, both made from latex, black, of course, stuff she usually wore for her nurse roleplay.

“Let me help.”, Eren offered, knowing that the stockings especially were a bit of pain to put on, tight as hell, although the way Mikasa looked while wearing them made it totally worth it, “Sit down on your beautiful ass and give me your right leg if you please.”

More than happy with his assistance, she did as told, carefully as her butt still stung, extending her right leg, which Eren took a gentle hold of.

“Black toenails.”, he observed, pressing a playful kiss to the instep, “Classic.”

“This makes me feel like in that one fairytale.”, Mikasa said, watching as he began rolling the dark flexible material over her toes and up.

“Indeed, you are my fetish Cinderella.”, snapping the top of the stocking against her upper thigh Eren nodded to himself again, satisfied with both his work and the sound that action made.

“Which would make you a Prince Charming then.”, she sighed, extending her other leg as Eren was done with the first one, “Not sure that I’m happy with that.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Legs done, he helped her with the gloves too, and now most of Mikasa’s body was covered in black, much to her satisfaction. It is the best color, after all, one that most of the stuff she likes has, like night, darkness, or dark chocolate. And it’s shiny too. Picking up two pairs of cuffs after, Eren attached one to each of her wrists and ankles, an action she didn’t question as she was fully expecting to be tied up at some later point of the evening.

“Feedback?”

Mikasa rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, feeling the tight confines of the latex, searching for any discomfort that she could report to her clothing assistant.

“The harness feels a bit loose.”, she admitted, “Especially in contrast to the other things.”

“No worries, I’ll fix it.”

Reaching behind her, Eren played with the buckles a bit, and Mikasa could feel the way the belts tightened, most noticeable on the ones on her chest, which were now squeezing her breasts from the sides. It felt pretty good; all things considered.

“Better?”

“A lot.”

Okay, now she was squeezed on all sides, and the outfit wasn’t bad, far from it, but still, she didn’t feel completely sold at it. Definitely not as much as Eren, who was having his expression of “I could die now, and I’d go as a happy man”. Turning and twisting, she did try to see herself from his point of view but came up short. The whole thing just felt like a discount catsuit, without the heels and the material in the middle, although she might be a bit biased on that matter as she totally loved the catsuit, to date a favorite part of her wardrobe. It was just like being tied up in the shibari way, an activity that Eren got rather skilled in as he had plenty of practice, only instead of ropes it was leather belts, that was about it.

“You still don’t get it, do you.”, Eren spoke up, sensing her doubts once more. He was kinda good at that, after all their time together. Coming to stand behind Mikasa, he gently directed her body until she was full on facing the mirror, with him in the background, not much more than a shadow.

“I’ll make you see.”, he whispered, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, no one else in the world looks so great like you do right now.”

“Please I…”

“Shush, just listen.”, Eren interrupted her, “Look into the mirror, and I want you to really see yourself, your body, take in every detail, every curve, every inch.”, his hands dropped to her waist and below, caressing the upper part of her thighs left uncovered by the stockings, “Your legs, so amazingly long and shaped, made even better by how tightly encased they are, making those facts stand out for anyone who would care to look.”, fingers moving up, Eren began making small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, while in the same time the tone of his voice moved down, becoming the raspy whisper she heard him using only during times like these, “And above them, what do we have? Your hips, the curve of them just breathtaking, only topped by the one of your ass, but I got that thing naked and pressed right against me right now, so you’ll understand that I’m not giving that feeling up to show you. “, moving up again, this time his fingers were tracing the shapes of her stomach muscles, “Now do I even have to tell you just how otherworldly those are? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but the facts stand. No one in the world has a sexier stomach than you baby. No one.”

Normally, Mikasa would most likely protest against such cheesiness, tell him to shut up or something, but what was the point of doing that right now? All Eren wanted to do was make her feel beautiful, appreciated, and he was fulfilling that goal rather efficiently. The warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from underneath her belly to the whole body, as she relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back on Eren’s shoulder, watching herself as instructed through half-lidded eyes. You know what, maybe this outfit wasn’t that bad after all. Meanwhile, Eren’s fingers moved again, this time to her chest, playing with the supple flesh.

“And those puppies, literally the cutest breasts possible.”, circling her understandably aroused nipples, he sighed in delight as she moaned, his trained touch rather pleasurable, “Just the right size to fit in my hands, perky, firm, and so perfectly sensitive, I adore them.”

Eren used to get lost in just doing this, touching this fascinating area of Mikasa’s body, and for some reason, he never seemed to grow bored of the activity. Must be the male genes and their eternal love for boobs. But right now, he had a plan, so reluctantly abandoning her chest, his hands moved upwards once more.

“You have a really nice neck, graceful, but I’ll admit that I do like it collared much more.”, Eren’s long fingers wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just taking more of a dominant hold on her body, “Gives it a nice touch. And now that you have a personal one, you don’t even have to take it off, do you?”

It was obviously a question meant for her, yet it took Mikasa a few seconds to understand that, her mind in quite a different place right now. Swallowing to get some moisture to her throat, she could feel the leather a bit firmer now, reminder that it was there.

“No sir.”, she finally managed to whisper back, an answer that seemed to please him.

“That’s my kitten. My beautiful, perfect kitten. You have no idea how much I love you baby.”

Now all this talk about love was great and all, but what about some physical love? Eren was groping her for some time now, and it had certain effects on her, mostly manifested by a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and increased wetness between her legs. Honestly, she was just an inch away from touching herself, hands twitching where they were at her sides, a fact that didn’t escape Eren’s eyes, as he could be really observant if he wanted to.

“Sir, I..”, she tried pleading, only to be cut off again.

“Not yet Miki, let me finish first. Then I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With a sigh, she nodded, forcing her hands to remain idle, while his repositioned again, touching her face.

“You know, I think that I just lied to you. I said that your breasts are the cutest things in the world, but now that I think about it, your face might be even cuter. Just seeing it makes me so happy I could burst.”, he began touching her individual features, one by one, “Your almond shaped eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips, those shiny strands of midnight hair, everything together and set in the canvas of the snow white skin…. How could someone see it and not fall for you on the spot?”

A good question, one that neither of them had the time or will to ponder right now.

“One last thing I want to show you.”, Eren continued, “But first I need to make sure that you won’t misbehave.”

Demonstrating one of many uses of the harness she was wearing right now, Eren took hold of her hands and simply used the cuff’s metal clips to click them closed around the small circles that connected the harness together, in the place where Mikasa’s legs met her body. Just like that, so simply, her hands were tied to her upper thighs, just below her waist. And he was left to work in peace. Moving his own hands again, one went back up to Mikasa’s throat, keeping her head straight, while the other dipped its fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”, he ordered, and she obeyed, treating those digits as if they were a certain other part of Eren’s body, one that was getting harder and harder to ignore for him, straining in the confines of his pants against the so beautifully reddened flesh of Mikasa’s bare ass, “You remember how many times I told you that the face you make while coming is totally adorable? Well, it’s time you see it for yourself.”

With that, he pulled them out, moving down over all the previously caressed areas of her body, until he reached his destination between her legs, tracing the wet slit with the tips of his equally moisturized fingers.

“I want you to see everything, so don’t close your eyes.”, he whispered into her ear, and dipped in, easily pushing past the entrance and inside her, enjoying the moan she let out.

“It’s embarrassing to think that while I so nicely described everything I love about you,”, Eren continued in the low growl, his voice almost feverish, “that I would forget about your pussy.”, spreading her open, the pink lips glistening, he went on, “So pretty, just like the rest of you, but real beauty comes when I’m inside you. Nothing else in the world would feel like you do. The heat, the tightness, the strength you have down there.”, Eren’s fingers were increasing in tempo, while his palm began rubbing Mikasa’s swollen clit, the way of pleasuring her she enjoyed the most and the one he perfected over countless tries. It was hard to keep her eyes open through it all, but she fought back against the instincts that were telling her to close them and enjoy the show, knowing that Eren was watching her every move. The hands that were tied to her sides clenched, the cuffs rattling a bit as she began shaking, all her muscles wounding tighter in preparation of what was about to come. In the same time, the hand around her throat did finally apply its gentle chokehold, the one that restricted her already labored breathing into nothing more than a trickle, while at the same time Eren kept one fingertip on Mikasa’s pulse, to know exactly when to ease the pressure and allow the air back in.

“When you orgasm while I’m inside you, the way you squeeze and massage my whole length, there is not a better feeling in this whole fucking universe.”, faster still, the wet sounds of his fingers filled her ears while her vision began going white from the pleasure and black from the lack of oxygen at the same time, and she was fucking close, so close…

And still, Eren wouldn’t stop monologuing.

“And you know what the best thing is? That whole package, the amazing, cute, breathtaking, beautiful badass woman is mine, no one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to do this to you.”, he chuckled darkly into her hair, the expert movements of his hand keeping her on the brink, “You’re mine, Miki, just mine, am I right?”

“Yes… Yours…”, she gasped when his fingers shoved deep, making her see stars, but still, her mind wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Eren please!”, she cried out.

“Come for me baby.”, was the last push she needed, letting go upon hearing the order. Gasping, her body trembling, she almost disobeyed and closed her eyes, but Eren’s hand on her throat forced her to keep watching her own face, as her mouth fell open, cheeks boiling red, struggling to keep breathing from the force of it all. Eren was basically the only thing holding her upright now, as her bones felt like jelly and it didn’t help that she had a latex at the bottom of her feet now, the material not offering much traction.

“You okay?”, Eren asked after giving her some time to recover, getting a nod in reply. After he freed her hands, Mikasa straightened, forcing her legs to bear her weight once more, an impressive feat for her right now.

“I hope you realize that we are far from done baby, I didn’t dress you up like this just to finger you, no matter how enjoyable that is.”

Exactly what Mikasa was hoping to hear. As she was right now, however, her body would appreciate a small break, to recover and stuff, and there was a certain activity in her mind that would give her such pause while not halting the tempo of the night. It was only fair that she takes care of him now, anyway.

“Eren?”

“Yes kitten?”

“Want a blowjob?”

He blinked in surprise upon hearing that, as this was not exactly the way he imagined the evening would go.

“Ehm, you do realize that you are supposed to be the bottom here, right?”

“Yea, so what? Since when can’t subs suck dick? In my experience, they do it quite often.”

Fuck it, not like it would be the first time since Mikasa topped him from the bottom. Plus, he was not about to decline a freely offered blowjob, that would be just straight up stupid.

“All right but remember who’s in charge here, okay?”

“You, of course. Who else?”, with a smirk, Mikasa took hold of Eren’s hand, guiding him to sit down on the bed and kneeling in between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and letting Eren’s length spring free, Mikasa took a hold of the thing, intent on giving him some nice treatment for all the praise he showered her in. Luckily, her hands were free for once, and this activity was under her direction, Eren wasn’t just fucking her throat, a thing he seemed to enjoy doing lately. Despite the earlier proclamation, she was in charge now and intended to make good use of it.

Planting a string of playful kisses from the root to the tip, she began moving her hand, getting him nicely excited, but then denied him by moving her mouth down to the balls, attending that area. Eren groaned but didn’t comment on it, knowing that she was the expert here. Finally giving him what he craved, Mikasa enveloped the head inside her mouth, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue, loving the sounds he made. As Eren needed to remind everyone present, himself mostly, that he’s actually the top here, he placed a hand in the thick of her hair, interlacing his fingers with the strands. Not trying to control her, she knew better, just showing his presence. It was cute, really.

Deciding that its high time to up her game, Mikasa began sinking lower and lower, relaxing her throat as always in anticipation to his considerable length being there. Unable to make it in one go anyway, she pulled back to breathe, replacing her mouth with a gloved hand for a moment, the latex sliding nicely along the spit-slick skin, moving up and down around his thick girth. Eren didn’t seem to mind. Diving back down, she tried again, and this time went as far as she could take him. Deepthroating him like this, to the limits, always resulted in having a sore throat the day after, but it was worth it for her, and Mikasa didn’t mind. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, hard, enough for Eren’s body to begin clenching, a sign she knew very well. The orgasm was telegraphed, as usual, giving her time to prepare for it, pulling back just a bit to make the swallowing easier, and was soon rewarded for her efforts with the usual load inside her mouth. Not in the mood to stop, she continued with her vacuum seal special, selfishly sucking out everything he could give her, only releasing his suddenly soft member after he had nothing more. Her job here was done.

“Fuck… I’m really…”, Eren’s chest was heaving, as he was slowly getting his breathing back under control, struggling to speak, “You’re going to kill me with that mouth one day.”

Mikasa looked up, working the ache from her jaw.

“Would you mind dying like that?”

Leaning forward, Eren hooked a finger through the metal circle in her collar, pulling her face up to be close to his own.

“Not really, no.”

But when he tried kissing her, he was forced to edge back when she snarled and clacked her teeth at him, eyes full of playfulness. Her body recovered, and Mikasa was ready to go on with the fun.

“Aggressive huh? That’s all right, I have just the thing in mind for you.”

With a strong yank, he dragged her by the collar to the bed, rolling Mikasa on her back as he covered her body with his own, pressing down to keep her in check. This time, he managed to wrestle the kiss from her, tongues clashing as she was not willing to give up without a bit more fight from Eren’s side. But when she tried getting her hand into his hair, as it was always nice to pull during their makeout sessions, Mikasa was surprised to discover that he somehow managed to get her arm on the side, and connect the cuff she had on the wrist to the waiting restraints they had going under the mattress, a system installed about a year back and having so far an amazing performance. Normally they were kept hidden, but when you needed them, all you had to do was pull them out from under the bed, attach a cuff, and just like that you had a perfect way to tie someone up. Just like Mikasa was getting right now.

“Hey!”, she protested, the words falling on completely deaf ears, however, as Eren quickly took care of her other hand before turning to her legs, and no matter how hard she tried making it for him, he succeeded in restraining them too. Now she was tied to the bed, spread-eagle style, with Eren triumphantly stealing another kiss from her before standing up, leaving her like that. Sneaky bastard. Not that she minded, that is. The bindings were a bit too loose for her taste, however, so she looked up at him, requesting that he tighten them for her, as it was his role as a dom.

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

To answer the question at the start in detail then, this was how she got into this position.

Just as Mikasa finished recalling the events of the day, Eren finally completed the aforementioned devilry, bringing his attention back to her.  She could feel his touch on her cheek, the gentle caress very much in contrast with her current situation.

“Hanging there kitten?”

She couldn’t help but smile, happy that he’s finally attending to her.

“More or less. Not sure how much more of this waiting I can take though.”

“No worries, I’m here to hook you up.”

The touch disappearing, Eren repositioned himself somewhere, but without her eyes, she couldn’t really track him.

“I think that I have to get all that aggression out of you, and there’s nothing better for that than a few vibrations to help you relax.”, as he was talking, his fingers found themselves between her spread open legs again, this time lubed up as Mikasa could judge from the coldness of them. After he prepared her, a thing entered her, shape she didn’t recognize, pushing itself right against her sweet spot. “As you probably noticed, I got some new toys for you. This one is supposed to stimulate both your clit and your g-spot at the same time, if you believe the advertisement, so it should be most enjoyable. You gotta tell me after.”

Just as she was about to ask if he was perhaps wanting to try it out himself, the fingers were back, this time invading her other entrance. Eren stretched her out, slowly and in no rush, and any words she wanted to say were lost in the moans he forced out of her. The anal plug he used was also a new one, but slid in readily, much to Eren’s joy. He had a good eye.

“Now that I have you so nicely plugged up, its time to take care of the puppies.”

Not even bothering to ask what he meant by that, as she had a pretty good idea, Mikasa was proved to be right as her nipples got clamped right after, making her grit her teeth. Those were tight. That done, Eren ordered her to open wide, pushing the rubber ball between her teeth, gagging her effectively, as he said that her sounds would distract him. From what, that was a mystery to Mikasa, but she was not in the position to negotiate. Just as she thought that everything is ready, Eren surprised her once again, plugging her ears with buds.

“There. And now, to turn everything on.”, came his muffled voice, from somewhere to the right.

“Action!”

First one to come alive was the vibrator, and it was a powerful one, forcing a whine from her throat, but Eren caught it even with her gagged, lowering the setting to a more relaxed one. Then the anal plug, vibrating in sync with the thing in her front, making Mikasa question just how long she can survive such an assault. And then the clamps joined in because apparently everything can vibrate nowadays. Her own moans, seeping through the gag, disappeared from her ears right after, as Eren turned the music in the buds on, a classical piece, and Mikasa was completely robbed of all her senses.

Sight? Gone, taken by the blindfold. Hearing? Gone, taken by the music. Taste? Gone, as the ball gag was effective for both speech and this. Smell? The only thing she could smell was her own sweat, right along with her building arousal, because the vibrators were damn good, Eren was not lying. And touch? She was tied, so tightly that she couldn’t move to touch anything in the first place, and even if she could, then the barrier of latex between her skin and the surface wouldn’t allow her to feel anything. In short, Mikasa was totally and utterly helpless. Subjected to complete sensory deprivation and she loved it, so fucking much.

At first, Eren didn’t have that much of a control over the situation, as the new toys were also a novelty for him, but he was a quick learner. Mikasa managed to come once, from all the stimulation given to her, moaning into the gag, while her body struggled uselessly against the restraints. But then, she was cut off. Getting the information he needed, her lover began his little controlling game, and as he was in possession of all the remotes for the toys, it wasn’t much of a fair play. Anytime she came close, he would lower the settings, denying her finish, but as soon as Mikasa began calming he would fire them up again, edging her. He was letting her cook in her own sweat, slowly, most likely very much enjoying the situation. Eren didn’t even have to touch her to get Mikasa to be this desperate. The technology is really astounding these days.

If the seconds felt like hours before, now they were millennia, stretching endlessly. Lost in her universe of darkness, Mikasa couldn’t do anything to make it stop, couldn’t even beg, gagged as she was, couldn’t throw a pleading look Eren’s way, the blindfold robbing her of such possibility. Writhing around on the bed as much as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the bindings, she tried everything to help herself, but it was for nothing. Her legs were forced open, and the machines were indifferent to her struggle, vibrating against her weak spots exactly as Eren wanted them to. It wasn’t just the ruthless machinery, but also the things she wore, the unnatural tightness she felt on hands, legs, and distributed by the belts all over her body because of the harness only making the overall experience more intense. It restrained her movement, just as the bindings did, not to mention the way her breasts were squeezed anytime her body jolted, muscles reacting to the vibrating torture.

Weeks must have passed in the outside world, while she was trapped here, lost in the sensations. With no way to measure time, all she could do endure it, and while she knew, deep down, that Eren would never keep her tied for so long, the knowledge didn’t mean much when it felt like years. Finally, after centuries, one of the buds disappeared from her ear, Eren’s voice coming in instead.

“How do you feel? Ready to be a good girl?”

Mikasa couldn’t have nodded faster. Getting edged was fun and all, but it was the release at the end that really sold it, and she was yet to receive that.

“All right then, time for your reward.”

With that, Eren tuned the machines to a higher setting and sat back to enjoy the show, letting nature run its intended course. It was quite a spectacle, seeing as her body began tightening from the front seat he had. The buildup Mikasa knew, but unlike before, Eren didn’t lower the vibrations, allowing them to push her over the edge, coming with a long drawn out moan that was damn adorable. He should set it as a ringtone. Happy, finished, Mikasa let out a laugh, muffled by the gag, feeling like she just ran a marathon and won it. And there still seemed to be another lap in front of her.

“See, I could let you out now.”, came Eren’s voice, “But you look like such a snack right now, I gotta have a taste.”

Still blindfolded, Mikasa could only guess that he just climbed on the bed between her legs, judging from the way the mattress dipped, and her guess was soon proven true. With great care, Eren removed the toys from her bottom half, but kept the nipple clamps on her, because why take it all away when you don’t need to. Mikasa wasn’t left to dread the loss of her fun for long, however.

It wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t take this opportunity to tease her a little bit more, not just going straight at it as she wanted, but instead moved slow, kissing his way over her bound body. He spent some quality time attending Mikasa’s chained nipples, turning the clamps on and off, playing with the settings and honestly just having a blast, because it felt really funny while they were vibrating as he held them inside his mouth and sucked on them. Luckily, all she could do was squirm underneath him and make some noises of protest from behind the rubber ball inside her mouth. If she wasn’t gagged, he was sure that she would have some very choice words for him, so for the moment, it was better to keep her silent. Just as Mikasa was losing hope, her lover's mouth finally appeared where the vibrator used to be, tongue tracing patterns on her lower lips.

“You taste like desperation,”, he commented, “It’s delicious.”

The straps holding Mikasa’s legs loosened a little bit, still holding firm but allowing him to get into a better position, propping her bottom half up and moving his hungry mouth back towards the glistening prize. Eren’s nose bumped into her lower belly as he finally went to town, eating her dripping wetness out diligently and with great enthusiasm. Her clit, so nicely engorged, was easy to find and very inviting to suck on, an invitation which Eren gladly took. In the same time, his fingers found their place inside the tight heat of Mikasa’s ass, penetrating the loosened ring of muscles, as it would be basically a federal crime to leave it unattended. Switching it up after a time, Eren repositioned his fingers from the back to the front, and his mouth in the opposite direction, licking around the hole before dipping in. Let no one say that Eren Yeager doesn’t eat ass, especially so beautifully shaped one, and it also made Mikasa’s moans once again reach that desperate pitch and intensity, the top-shelf quality one, informing him that she was again close. No reason or intention to deny her, he allowed her to cum as she wanted, drinking in her juices, pulling back only after hearing the known sounds of oversensitivity and slight discomfort. Exactly as he expected, the snack was just perfect.

Mikasa was having trouble with getting her body back under control, after the two consecutive orgasms, chest heaving. She was tired, sure, but when Eren pulled the gag from her mouth and removed the blindfold from her eyes, just seeing him seemed to spark the coals inside her. He was just so damn hot, it was unreal. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her, long and hard, wanted to feel him twitching inside her as he found his own finish, to hear the broken syllables of her name leaving his breathless lips. While Eren was just about ready to call it quits and move on to aftercare, the feelings inside her disagreed vehemently.

“Babe..”, she drawled out, making him look at her, “I want…” she giggled, “Sex.”

“Now?”

“Yep… But I want to be untied.”

“Not sure I can do that, I’m supposed to be the big bad dom, aren’t I?”

Good point, so Mikasa thought about it, in the speed of a snail, as her brain was quite done right now.

“All right, tie me up differently then.”

That being a compromise Eren was willing to take, he did untie her, flipping the giggling mess that Mikasa was on her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the clips on her wrist cuffs together, effectively tying her hands. After that, Eren continued by bending her legs and tying her ankles to the belts on Mikasa’s upper thighs, so she was forced to balance just on her knees, nothing else. It was hard, made even harder by the latex stockings, and in the state she was in Mikasa would most likely fall, but he kept her up, which for some reason made her laugh even harder. Hormone overdose is no joke. Getting tied up and mounted raw from behind was not exactly on her agenda when she woke up, but it was among the best ways to spend your evening, so Mikasa was not complaining. The opposite, really.

When he finally entered her, for the first time that night, they both moaned in unison, because there was no feeling quite like this. Following her unspoken wish, as there was surely no need to get her ready, Eren began moving, picking up the pace until he was slamming his hips into hers, forcing out the sounds he loved so much. Mikasa’s pleasurable spots were so thoroughly vibrated and sucked through that she came almost immediately, taking another dive into her pools of orgasm, while Eren went on, riding her rhythmically, chasing his own release. Arm wrapped around her waist, the other firmly latched on her shoulder, Eren pulled her ass up while pressing her face into the soft mattress, getting a better angle, reaching deeper, and It was finally enough for him. With a groan, he emptied himself into her, coming to a stop, their bodies slowly calming together. However, before Eren could totally lose it, the sight of her ass, still red from the beating, did give him the taste for another round, so he squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder to get her attention. Would be a shame to leave such a perfectly cute ass unattended.

“You up for one last go?”

“Dunno.”, she murmured at him, face half squished into the bed, blinking lazily at him, tied hands opening and closing at the small of her back as she worked some life back into her fingers. Mikasa was at this point completely satisfied, libido depleted, but if he wanted to fuck her ass, she wasn't the kind of girl to stop him.

“Is your cock up for it?

Eren looked down, seeing that his tool was already half-hard again, prepared for a round two.

“I think he’ll manage.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Pushing past the muscle ring of Mikasa’s ass was always a unique experience, and while they were relaxed a bit by Eren’s previous efforts, it still took a generous amount of lube to make it work. Once inside, he moved much slower, not wanting to explode just a few strokes in, which was a hard goal considering what kind of beauty he had tied in front of him, sweaty and moaning in reaction to his actions. Yet everything must come to an end, and so did Eren’s reserves, finishing and slumping over Mikasa’s body, spent himself, done, finished. Anytime they were together, it was so unbelievably intense, it made Eren wonder if other lovers also felt that way. For their sake, he hoped that they did.

“How long did you edge me for?”, she wanted to know, after they regained the energy to strip her from all the leather and latex, finally get the damned clamps from her poor abused nipples, and get to the bathroom, where their favorite part of aftercare began, just lying in the tub with Mikasa on top of Eren, relaxing the tired bodies and half falling asleep. It was no surprise, as they did the same thing almost every time, but there was no need to change it. Mikasa liked the warmth, liked the skin-on-skin contact, liked being held and caressed after everything was done. So this was just perfect.

“Like five minutes.”

She pinched him.

“Liar.”

“All right, all right, geez you’re aggressive.”, Eren complained, massaging the stinging area, “It was a bit over half an hour, forty-five minutes or so, an hours tops. I was having a lot of fun with the toys.”

“Really? Felt like years to me…”

“That good huh? Seems like those were some great investments then.”

“Mhmm…”, Mikasa yawned, feeling her own body give out on her, the darkness closing in from all sides. She was just so damn tired.

“You know, those photos of you at the mall, it got me thinking.”, Eren did his best to keep the snickering in, “Maybe I should start my own brand of those. Just imagine, you, naked, tied to the bed with all the toys in place and turned on…”, he clicked his tongue, “Those would sell like hotcakes.”

“If you ever even try something like that,” she murmured back, voice dripping with poisoned honey, “I’ll strangle you in your sleep.”

“Hey, easy there killer, it’s just a joke!”

“For your own sake, It better be.”

Seeing Mikasa finally lose the fight with fatigue, Eren remained motionless, just stroking her hair and watching her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, it was sometimes unreal to realize that while awake, this was one of the most dangerous fighters on this side of the ocean. Shaking his head, Eren chuckled, already looking forward to the morning.

Because this fighter, the one asleep on top of him, had the cutest bedhead of them all, one he was more than ready to experience all over again.

[krumbine]

Thoughts on 35: Birthdays in the Time of the Pandemic

The pandemic has taken T-Rex Cafe from me on my birthday.

It was a fledgling, two-year-run of a tradition but I honestly don’t give a shit. And not because I was ‘just’ there earlier this year for a much-needed dino/LEGO-themed catch-up with an out-of-town friend.

This would have been the year that the T-Rex Cafe tradition evolved into the Dinosaur World tradition (DID YOU SEE WHAT I JUST DID THERE?!) — Dinosaur World is an extraordinarily out-of-place Florida attraction found in a corner of the Sunshine State that’s closer to Tampa than Orlando. The Plant City (actual city name) location is great, because it might just be far enough outside the bubble of the Plastic City (not the actual city name) that it wouldn’t be suffocated to death by His Holy Mousiness.

Not that any of that matters.Dinosaur World is an open-air attraction with paths that weave through a foliage-dense park. It’s home to a single animatronic set-piece tucked away in a sad-looking museum that’s not winning any awards (the animatronics or the museum).

Please don’t think I’m underselling it. Dinosaur World is glorious.

It’s clear that the animatronics aren’t the star of the attraction — that designation goes to the massive dinosaur sculptures that litter the jurassic park. These dense, solid constructs have been fabricated across decades and it’s a joy going from a modern, somewhat realistic representation of a dinosaur to an older, derpy sculpture that just so happens to be the exact, anantomicaly-incorrect image you conjure when you find yourself thinking the words ‘Dinosaur World’.

Again, I am not bullshitting you even in the slightest: it is glorious.

The best part, by any measure of bestness, is the gift shop — and this is speaking as a dude who lives in Orlando metro, the global epicenter of that other pandemic afflicting the globe: gift shops. It’s so bad here that new strains of gift shops have evolved that no longer require a host attraction. In the Orlando area, you can find gift shops that are located at the exit of other gift shops.

Again, I am not bullshitting you even the slightest: the Dinosaur World gift shop bests all other gift shops with its tiny, useless clappers-not-slappers arms tied behind its back.

Generally speaking, I stand immune to senseless purchases of molded plastic that, generally, serve to only collect dust.

But in the Dinosaur World gift shop? I laugh in the face of budgets.

I’ll take this massive Spinosaurus. And that ill-fitting Dinosaur World cap. And that ridiculously amazing piece of framed lenticular art where the T-Rex foot LITERALLY LEAPS OUT OF THE PICTURE. Oh, and a couple of plush. Okay, sure, a few more plush for the niece and nephew, too.

This gift shop is big, unreasonably so. It has all the staples: dinosaur toys of every stripe, t-shirts, decorations, books, and even jewelry.

It. Is. Glorious.

I’m not going to Dinosaur World or its gift shop for my birthday, but on the other hand, I’m not going anywhere for my birthday. And I honestly don’t give a shit.

I’m personally in Week 4 of The Great American Quarantine but Florida as a whole only officially went into lockdown last Friday. This has created a fascinating dichotomy in the state — people like me who are old hats at this thing (yes, I know others have been in quarantine for long) and those who are just now experiencing life-stuck-at-home.

Here’s the thing: I’ve never felt stuck. I bought my house for a reason and I’m more than happy to work from it and avoid leaving it. Don’t get me wrong, my new-to-quarantiners, there IS an adjustment period. And depending on your life and who you are, maybe you never get out of the adjustment period.

Me, I usually take about two-to-three weeks to adjust to anything.

So as newcomers reach ‘peak quarantine’, I find my emotional self mostly equalized to pre-pandemic levels of dyspeptic misery and abject hopelessness, occasionally sidelined by the pure undiluted joy of creating a cool video or losing myself in a cathartic piece of writing.

I am not a ‘happy person’ and the mere notion abhors me. Not in respect to your own happiness, of course — you should be whatever flavor of happy you want, rock your-goddamn-happy socks off and go nuts. But me? That’s not my baseline and never was in 35 years. 

Life can be a miserable shit show and some people just needed a pandemic to see it.

Those moments of pure bliss I sometimes get to enjoy? Here’s what comes next: I finish project — which is a postpartum shit show in itself — and then I put that moment of bliss online where, generally speaking, no one seems to care.

Okay, look, I know it sounds like I’m sitting here on my 35th birthday complaining that nobody pays any attention to my creative work, but I’m not. I’m sitting here I’m on my 35th birthday complaining that nobody pays any attention to my creative work AND FOR SOME REASON THIS STILL SENDS ME IN A FUCKING SPIRAL DECADES INTO THIS GAME probably because the spiral was immediately preceded — as mentioned — by that fleeting moment of actual bliss, a genuine happy distraction for the professional unhappy person.

Really, I’m not complaining. Just sharing a little bit the depressed psychosis I call home.

It’s just me, myself, and my abyss. That’s the title to an unfinished song I was writing for the ukulele. I’ll get around to it.

But here’s the point: for me (and all those millions like me — you know who you are) the abyss (*cough* MY abyss) is always there. Always has been. Old buddy, old chum. I’m not always in it and most days it’s not even a passing consideration …. but I know it’s ALWAYS there.

Kinda how the abyss works.

So I don’t know whether to laugh at or feel bad for all those happy people in quarantine who are crashing down and just now getting a good glimpse at the dyspeptic misery and abject hopelessness of the world. 

For a lot of us, this gets worse. Maybe emotionally. Maybe physically. Maybe economically. 

For some of us, it’s always been this bad. Maybe emotionally. Maybe physically. Maybe economically. 

The advice from this professional unhappy person: figure out what brings you bliss, that thing you can lose yourself in, even if briefly, and commit. Be unapologetic. For me, it’s dinosaurs, animation, video editing, technology, and LEGO. If I can combine all those things, that’s a pretty happy distraction from the looming abyss. At least for a little while.

On the other hand, if you still have positivity exploding out of your asshole right now …. um, okay? Good for you? I don’t know if you’re stubbornly blind to reality or if we’re just wired that differently, but whatever. You do you, just don’t expect us unhappy people to get on your level. There aren’t enough spoons in the world for that shit.

A few more bits of advice from your future depressed quarantine avatar: fix your personal relationships and be selfish as shit. I’m 35 and twice-divorced, which means I’m lucky enough to be stuck at home right now with someone who understands every single beat of this post. I’m trapped inside with someone who adds to those moments of creative bliss, as opposed to being indifferent to them or — worse still — detracting from them.

Whatever your relationship issues, rip the fucking bandaid and deal with your shit because if you don’t, well, you’ll be quarantined with it. So sayeth the 35-year-old twice-divorced, professional unhappy Krumbine.

Life’s good. Sometimes. Mostly it’s a shit sandwich. But that’s okay, too. Because dinosaurs. And LEGO. And creating cool shit.

And donuts.

Yes, I think today would be a good day for donuts. 

Stay quarantined, my friends.

Love, Krumbine

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jordan Krumbine is a professional video editor, digital artist, and creative wizard currently quarantined in Kissimmee, Florida. When not producing content for the likes of Visit Orlando, Orlando Sentinel, or AAA National, Jordan is probably yelling at a stubbornly defective Macbook keyboard, tracking creative projects in Trello, and animating quirky videos with LEGO and other various toys.

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 38

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 6.9K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Enjoy

Liz, I've got some bad news.

What came after those words had caused Elizabeth to chuck a vase at the wall once the call had ended. The glass from the vase had shattered into pieces upon contact and showered onto the floor. Frustration and anger coursed through her in that moment and all she wanted to do was throw anything she could get her hands on in that moment. Of all the things that could have gone wrong in the last few months it had to have been that.

She could handle the uprising of a few rebellious vampires. She handled killing the ones that had stepped out of line while making the others fear her that they hadn't done anything to give her a reason they were around. It was a small annoyance that she handled with ease. That had been simple, a small piece of entertainment for the darker part that lingered in side her. She could handle that, but not that phone call.

She could handle keeping the city running as it should be. She could handle the council meetings, the endless fundraiser parties and the numerous other things that the city needed her to plan or attend. She could handle anything that came up unexpectedly in the city that involved any of the factions. She could even handle the last four months as Hayley had suggested her to do.

A phone call from Lily, that she couldn't handle. She couldn't handle the bad news that Lily had given her slowly and repeated it again because Elizabeth didn't think she heard her correctly. This was something she couldn't find a simple solution to the problem. There was nothing she could do and that had been the thing to make her furious.

"Everything alright?" Malakai asked. He came the moment he heard the crash of glass. He thought someone had been breaking in or someone had been attempting to attack Elizabeth. They had all been on high alert since the rebellious Vampires had made a scene in the Quarter. But when he found Elizabeth standing in the middle of the room looking as if she was about to kill someone or something, he knew it wasn't a threat that was present.

She held her phone up to show him. "That was Lily." She said trying to keep her voice calm and failing. "There was an accident at the lab. All of the progress she had been making is now gone."

"What the hell happened?" He asked walking over to her. "Tell me they have that stuff backed up."

She shook her head quickly. "The whole research building went up in flames. Something about an intern playing with one of the burners around chemicals."

In all honesty, Elizabeth wanted to find that human and have a chat with them. She wanted to make idiot fear her and it wouldn't hurt to lose one simple human to an accident. But that wouldn't have gotten her anywhere. It definitely wouldn't have sit well with anyone that knew her either.

"So were back to having nothing." Malakai said as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew how much those cures had meant to Liz.

"Pretty much. But something tells me it is time to start really thinking about a different way to get the cure. I may just give in and go the faster route of going out and seeing about getting the venom. It may be a while before Lily can get a new place to work from." She placed a hand to her forehead as she tried to think of anything she could possibly do to make the situation better.

...

In the living room, Elijah had been teaching Hope how to play a game of chess when he felt the rush of anger fill him. It had been unexpected seeing as Elizabeth had just felt content just moments ago. There was no pain or anything that came with the anger. It made him worry what had pissed her off enough that he had been feeling something close to rage.

"What is it?" Hope asked. Elijah had been in the middle of moving a chess piece when he stopped half way, holding the piece mid air.

He shook his head slightly and placed the piece down where he wanted it. "It seems your Aunt is angry with someone."

"Mom said she's been stressed, is it because of that?" She asked as she looked at the pieces in front of her. She was still unsure of what pieces did what but she was trying.

"It is possible." He said with a nod. "Elizabeth has been under a lot of pressure lately with those misbehaving children." Elizabeth had told him all about the rebellious vampires that had came to the city weeks ago. While he had suggested just ripping a few hearts out and calling it a day, Elizabeth knew that wouldn't solve anything. But the moment they had caused trouble, she had killed a few of them without hesitating.

"Did Aunt Liz say why they were misbehaving?" She asked copying his words before she moved a pawn forward.

"Details that you need not to worry yourself about." He said giving her a small smile. He had always known that someone would eventually come and create a mess for Elizabeth to clean up. The city had been thriving as the months passed and every once in a while there would be a few that would challenge the rules Elizabeth had over the vampires. He just wasn't sure what her anger was towards this time.

Before Hope could say anything else, Elijah noticed the way she looked up at nothing in particular, a usual tell that Hayley was currently speaking to her outside of the spell. There were times where the siblings tried to see if they could enter Hope's mind to get a glance of the world around them but it never worked. How they all longed for just a taste of the outside world and they may not get it for a while longer.

"Mom said Aunt Liz is coming for a visit." Hope said looking back at Elijah with a smile. "She also said that you shouldn't worry about what Aunt Liz is feeling, she got upset about a phone call from her scientist."

That had peaked Elijah's interest. "Did she say why the phone call made her upset?" He wanted to know what Lily had said that had made Elizabeth so angry as she was.

Hope shook her head slightly. "No. But she needs to talk to you guys."

Elijah thought for a moment before sighing. "Why don't you go see what Kol is doing? I need to go speak with your Aunts for a moment." Hope smiled and nodded quickly before she got up from her seat and ran outside the house, where Kol had disappeared to earlier.

"Angry with the scientist and she needs to speak to us." Rebekah said leaning against the entryway to the living room. "That doesn't sound good."

"Assuming it has something to do with the cures, this may be a set back we don't particularly need." He said as he stood from his seat.

"Hence the feeling of rage." Freya said from her spot on the couch. "I have a feeling this will be our temporary home for much longer than we think."

"We can't think like that." Rebekah said shaking her head. "She'll come up with a plan before she gets here."

"This may actually be the pushing point for that trip she's been expecting to take." Elijah noted.

"If that is true, then there will be no telling when she'll decide to leave on that." Freya said with a nod.

"Given that we still don't know if Elizabeth has reached the points in Jess's visions, she could be very well coming to say that she is leaving tonight." Even as he spoke the words, Elijah didn't like hearing them as they passed his lips.

He was still uneasy about her leaving in general. He had grown so used to her visits, going a year without seeing her, he wasn't sure how he'd feel. Not to mention he didn't know if the bond would reach wherever it was she would go.

"You know, between her being stressed and possibly leaving, the both of you are going to need tonight." Rebekah said with a small smile.

"What are you hinting at Rebekah?" He asked eyeing his younger sister.

She shrugged. "We have all this lovely pretend things in this spell, make her forget about the problems of the outside world for a while."

...

"I swear if anything else goes wrong today, I will start ripping hearts out." She was being sarcastic but her body language was anything but.

"Should I go hunt down the idiots hiding in town?" Malakai asked with a smirk. "Could bring them back so you can take your anger out on them."

Elizabeth shook her head even though it would have been a nice idea. "The others haven't done anything stupid since I killed the others. There is no reason for us to go out there and stir up trouble."

"At least you know nothing will happen while you go over to Hayley's." He said with a nod. "That should be all rainbows and sunshine right?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Shit, Kai I am sorry." She said shaking her head.

"It's fine. You need to see him. We can always go indulge some other night." Malakai had been wanting a night out of drinking and partying. A night much like they used to have before they had came back to New Orleans. They had been looking forward to going out for a few days now. They were going to leave the city limits and enjoy themselves for a night without any kind of worries on their shoulders.

"How about we go when I get back?" She asked hopeful. "I won't stay out there too long. And when I get back we'll head to wherever it is you'd like to go."

"Even Atlanta?" He asked with a smirk growing on his face.

"Why the hell not?" She said with a smile. "We haven't had ourselves a good best friends' night out, might as well go all out for it."

The smirk on Malakai's face had grown even more. "Sounds like one hell of a night. I like it."

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"What's the status on our visitors?" The mayor asked from his spot at the head of the table.

"For the most part, they've been dealt with." Elizabeth said with a nod from her spot across the table from him. "I killed the few that had been the most problematic and the others fled. While I am assuming they are lying low, I have others keeping an eye out for them. They show their faces even for a second, they will be brought to me."

"Good. Once they have been brought to you, I'd like a full update on what has been done." He nodded his head slightly as he watched Elizabeth. "Anything else that needs to be discussed?"

She shrugged slightly. "We are fine on our end. We plan on having our weekly 'Snatch, Eat, Erase' party tomorrow night. But like the past several times we've had them, everything will be going according to plan. They know the consequences of killing them."

"Perfect. The number of deaths in this city has been decreasing. I'd like for that to continue." That was something they had all been gearing towards. The city had come a long way from where it had been several years ago. "And for you two?" He asked looking towards Mary and Vincent. "Anything on that end that needs to be discussed?"

"Nothing on our end." Mary said with a shake of her head. She had been sitting next to Elizabeth and for once her hands or her arms weren't crossed as they usually were. "There haven't been any complaints or even anything that I can think of that needs to be addressed. The wolves are still happy with the terms and have been thriving in both the city and out in the bayou."

"Same with the witches." Vincent said with a nod. "We've been doing more in the last few years than we had during Marcel's reign. Our younger witches have been learning magic as they should be and have been showing a lot of progress even without the ancestral well."

"It seems as though we've all been doing better." The Mayor said with a nod and they all agreed.

"Vincent," Elizabeth said as she looked over towards him. "What is the progress on your renovations with St Anne's church?" Over the last few years Vincent had many people working on that church to turn it into something that even the others hadn't really known about.

Vincent's eyes lit up at the question. "Almost complete." He said with a smile before looking towards the Mayor and Mary. "My intentions with the church had always been to turn it into a sanctuary for us here in New Orleans. A place where magic can't be practiced, no worries of blood lust, and the moon has no effect on anyone."

"How will that be accomplished?" The mayor asked curiously.

"The infirmary had been enveloped with magic that created a barrier. When the ancestors decided that they were going to shake the foundation, the spells were broken and the place no longer a supernatural sanctuary. We'll be doing the same with the church. This time the spells won't be so easily undone as it had been before." Vincent explained. They could see the ideas in his eyes that he wished for that place to be and he was determined to get it to that way.

"It's the perfect place for anyone to go to to seek refuge, a safe haven for anyone that may need it in the city and even for those that come to the city looking for it." Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Precisely." Vincent said with a nod. "It's the perfect place to hold town meetings without any kind of tensions getting in the way."

"Not that there has been any tension between the factions." Mary said with a small smile pulling at her lips. "But the city does tend to get people coming into the city that needs a place to stay."

"It's also a perfect place to get to know outsiders before allowing them to stay in the city." The Mayor noted. "When will this be expected to be finished."

"At least another month and things will be up and running." Vincent nodded. He had been glad that everyone had been on board with his plans for the church. Once it was done, he was sure things would be even better for the city.

...

"Now, you'll have to keep an eye out for Elizabeth." Freya said as she pulled a few boxes out from her closet.

"Are we keeping a secret from her?" Hope asked as she looked at the boxes that Freya had just pulled out.

Freya stopped for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I guess in a way we are, but we want to surprise her. When she gets here, we have to keep her distracted until later."

"Wouldn't she be mad that we are keeping her from Uncle Elijah?" Hope asked. She easily remembered the day that her Aunts had kept Elijah and Elizabeth apart.

"She might." Freya said with a nod. "But this time, your Uncle is the one that wants us to keep her away for just a little."

"He's the one giving her the surprise?" Hope asked with a bit of excitement.

"They both need a night to be together without us interfering in anyway." Freya wasn't going to mention that while it was possible that tonight would be the last night they all see her for a while, they had all agreed that Elijah needed this more than the rest of them did. "Want to help us get things ready?"

"Yes!" Hope yelled out as she picked up one of the boxes Freya had set down and ran out of the room. Freya shook her head slightly as a smile grew on her face watching as she disappeared from her sight.

...

"So what time are you supposed to head back?" Malakai asked as he watched Elizabeth head towards the exit of the compound.

"I'll be back in a few hours." She said as she looked over at him. "You're more than welcome to come with and we can head out once I talk to everyone that I need to."

Malakai shook his head. "I'll wait here and keep Veronica company for a bit."

Elizabeth's brow rose. "I thought she was out with Vincent?"

"She is." He said with a nod. "She should be back soon. Once she is, we'll probably pregame a bit."

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head. "Look at you using words we never knew would ever exist at one point in our lives."

"Gotta love the kids of this generation." He said with a smile.

She nodded her head slightly. "Just remember the rules." She watched as Malakai rolled his eyes before she turned to leave to Hayley's.

_____

"You look like you need this more than I do." Hayley said holding out a glass as Elizabeth entered the house. Hayley had been lounging on the couch in the living room reading a book. The glass she offered was currently in her out stretched hand while her eyes went back to the page in her book.

"Thanks." Elizabeth said as she grabbed a hold of the glass and walked around the couch to go sit in the chair that sat across from Hayley. She finished the rest of the drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the coffee table. "I take it Hope is visiting?"

"Up until that door opened, she was sitting there in that window." Hayley said with a chuckle as she took not of the page she was on and closed the book. "She's been going back and forth all day, since I told her you were coming for a visit."

"Something tells me I should be afraid for my visit." Elizabeth said with a small smile on her face. "If they had her on look out duty, I can only imagine the possibilities of what they have planned."

Hayley returned the smile and shook her head. "We both know you probably need whatever it is they are planning in there." She sighed softly as she sat up straight in her seat. "What is it this time?"

Elizabeth bit down on her lip for a moment, trying to find the right words to ease their current situation. But no matter how many ways she could possibly say them, it always sounded horrible. "There was an incident at the lab that Lily works at. All the samples, research data is gone without any way of recovering it."

She noticed how Hayley's eye widened before she let out a breath of air. "After all that time, we still have nothing."

Elizabeth nodded. "I've tried racking my brain on how I can fix it this time, but nothing I come up with helps." That was a lie. She knew there was one thing in particular that she could do. She just still wanted it to be the last resort.

"Have you thought about what we talked about?" Hayley asked curiously.

"I've thought about it non stop today." She admitted. "After the realization that there was nothing that I could do to make this work in our favor some how, I started thinking that maybe it is time just to say to hell with waiting and just go out and find them myself."

"It honestly wouldn't hurt." Hayley said with a nod. "Its been almost five months. We set that deadline for you and you still haven't seen anything. I think its safe to say that it is time to take it into your own hands now."

"Yeah." Elizabeth nodded before she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "It seems as though the moment we get an inch closer to having anything, we are thrown several feet back without any kind of way back to where we were."

"I used to wonder about that all the time, what it was that I had done to be thrown back like that." Hayley said watching Elizabeth. "Eventually I stopped wondering and just...tried it a different way."

Elizabeth looked over at her and nodded once more. "Can you ask Mary about recent whereabouts for each pack?"

Hayley covered her mouth as she feigned a surprised gasp. "You actually want me to do something?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not asking you to go out and find them for me. You can't get into any kind of trouble by making a phone call."

Hayley laughed and stood up from her seat. "While I get your reasoning for not wanting me to do anything, but one of these days you'll actually take me up on my offer." She tilted her head towards the hall. "Go on, I'm sure he's waiting for you. I'll make a few calls while you're visiting."

Elizabeth watched as she walked out of the room before she stood up from her seat and made her way down the hall to the familiar room. Opening the door, she found Hope standing on a stool right in front of Freya's casket. She walked over to Hope and kissed the side of her head. "Hey Kiddo." She said softly, letting her know she was there. "I'll be in there in a moment."

She walked over towards the middle of the room and opened the lid to Elijah's casket. While she could have easily caught a ride into the spell by placing her hand on top of Hope's and Freya's hand, it just felt different somehow when she held onto Elijah's hand while she was there visiting. Once the lid was opened, she ran her hand along his face, just as she did many times before, a smile tugging on her lips as she did so. A moment later she grabbed a hold of his hand, she closed her eyes and allowed the gem to do its work.

The gem that now hung around her neck, for safe keeping as well as the convenience of it, had easily worked just as the day Hope had done the spell. And like all the other times before that she visited, she found herself in the grass field that she had grown so familiar over the past few years. But when her eyes opened in the dream world, she was met by both Mikaelson sisters and Hope.

"Not this again." Elizabeth whined as she looked at the three of them standing there with smiles on their faces. While she needed to speak with all of them, she had been expecting Elijah to be standing where they were. The slight pout on her lips had caused Rebekah to roll her eyes and Freya to laugh.

"He'll be around shortly." Rebekah said wrapping an arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and leading her towards the house, avoiding the garden completely. "For now, you'll fill us in on what is going on out there and when Elijah is done doing what he needs to, you'll be free to be the sappy love struck couple that you are."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her words. Even though they had just told her that Elijah would be joining them at some point, it didn't stop her from looking around, trying to spot him. She may have came to talk to them about what Lily had told her, but she had also missed seeing Elijah as well. "Fine." She mumbled.

A chuckle could be heard and Elizabeth knew it was Elijah's chuckle. While a rare thing to hear, she knew it all to well. It made her look towards the garden. "What is he doing in there?" She asked curiously. She knew he could hear her. If he could laugh at her annoyance, she knew he was there just on the other side of the hedges that were currently blocking her view.

"Something you'll see later." Elijah's voice carried over and it actually made Elizabeth's mouth drop slightly as the sisters drug her into the house before she could try anything at all.

Elizabeth had spent several hours with Freya and Rebekah while Elijah had been in the garden finishing up the last little touches on what he had been working on. During that time, Elizabeth had given every detail that Lily had given her in regards to the mishap. She continued on with the plan that she was now desperately thinking about. While she had assured them that she had no intention of leaving just yet, it would be in the next several days that she probably would be making the plan to leave.

None of this had been what they were hoping for. While it left the siblings upset about it, the hope of Elizabeth doing things with a different strategy made them feel that none of this had been a total lost cause. They technically had two of the seven that they needed. The sisters encouraged Elizabeth to do things the way Hayley had told her months ago: befriend them, ask for the help, and when that failed, take what she needed.

While Elizabeth knew Elijah had been listening in on the conversation and been giving his opinions on the matter through the bond, Elizabeth still wasn't sure how she would be doing things once she was out there. For now, she had to figure out where the packs were currently at. She wanted some kind of plan instead of just driving around in circles looking for the packs and attempting to befriend them blindly.

It was one of the reasons why she asked Hayley to talk to Mary. Elizabeth was sure that Mary wouldn't just easily hand over that information. While they had been on great terms in the city, this was all about the packs now. She was sure she would be met with resistance in asking. Not that she was hoping to avoid it altogether. She knew she would be met with it out there while talking to the packs. While a great plan, none of it would be easy.

"I believe that is enough of this conversation." Elijah said entering the house, causing all of them to look towards him. "I'm sure Elizabeth will know the correct course of action when the time is right." He smiled over at her and she smiled in return. He walked over to her and held out his hand for her to take. She took it without any kind of hesitation. "Thank you both." He said to his sisters before he lead Elizabeth out of the house.

Once the cool night air hit them both, Elijah held up a black sleep mask to Elizabeth, causing her to raise her brow. "I hate surprises, Elijah." She said eyeing him.

"Humor me." He said with a small smirk pulling at his lips. She rolled her eyes before she grabbed a hold of the mask and put it on. Elijah moved his hands in front of her face, testing her vision.

"I swear if you ask me how many fingers you are holding up, the mask is coming off." She said with a shake of her head. "Not to mention I'll give you one specific finger." The laugh that had passed his lips had made her smile. Oh how she enjoyed hearing it.

"Don't pull it off until I tell you to." He said as he grabbed a hold of both of her hands and lead her towards the garden. A smile played on his lips as he watched her with every step they took. While he knew that Elizabeth trusted him, her steps were careful. While she could hear everything around her, having her sight gone had made her both cautious and curious as to what he had planned.

Leading her further into the garden, he stopped her once they were in the center of it all. Rebekah's plan of using all the 'pretend' things in the spell had been the best idea she had. And with the help of his siblings and Hope, the garden had looked completely different from its normal look. It had all been planned and executed in several hours and he couldn't be more impressed with the work they had done. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face at it all, once he took the sleep mask off of her.

"Are we there?" Elizabeth asked with a smile, still holding on to his hands. She had been so curious as to what he had been doing while Freya and Rebekah had kept her from him.

"We are." He said as he let go of her hands and pulled the sleep mask off from around her eyes. He watched as she blinked slightly before her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Each of the hedges that circled the garden had twinkling lights in them. The few trees that were in the garden were lit with lights that helped illuminate their surroundings in the darkness. In between two of the trees was a table that been set with a few candles, glasses, and to her surprise, glass bowls that held fruit in them. She took a step away from him, taking it all in.

No matter what detail she had looked at, it had all been perfect. There was nothing there that looked like it didn't belong or that it was set carelessly. Knowing Elijah, Elizabeth was sure that each detail had been thought out and nothing was placed without his approval. It definitely something that she hadn't been expecting to see when she arrived there. She certainly didn't think doing something like this here in the spell was even possible.

"This is amazing, Elijah." She said as she took a step towards the table, a small smile pulled at her lips. The details, where she was currently standing once she reached the table, even the cool air that she felt had all been familiar without her ever actually seeing any of it before hand. "I've seen this before." She said as she ran her fingers over the back of the chair. Her eyes wandered around the beautifully decorated garden once more. She had to remember to make sure that once he was cured and awake that she'd ask Elijah to take her out on a real date. If he could plan this within a spell, she couldn't wait to see what he could do out there in the real world.

Elijah's smile fell slightly. "You've peeked."

She smiled and shook her head. "No, your sisters made sure of that. This is the first time I've seen it in person."

"The visions." He said a moment later as he remembered. He knew Elizabeth had been waiting for two particular visions to come. And if this was one of them, that meant that soon she'd really be leaving for that year just as he suspected.

She nodded. "The last one before I leave actually." She said as looked over at him. "The next one to play out will be me saying goodbye to you and Hope."

"How long do we have before that happens?" He asked wanting to know how long before he wouldn't get to see her for that time. He thought he had been mentally prepared with her leaving. Even after he and his sisters had spoke about it earlier that day, he thought tonight he would be saying goodbye to her. But now that he knew she really would be leaving soon, he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Days, weeks, months. You know how random Jess's visions can be."

"Have you asked her too see any more?" He asked curiously. He wanted to know what she knew. He wanted to help her piece together whatever new information she received so she wasn't stressed over it. He knew now that all he had to do was ask and she would tell him about any of the visions she had seen from Jess.

"No, I haven't." She said shaking her head. "I'm sure that with whatever this year away will bring, I'll be able to handle it." Even though she knew there was that chance that she could ask Jess for another peek into what her future held, For the time being, she was content with not knowing. "But let's not worry about that now." She said looking around once more. "You've had the evening planned and I would hate to ruin it with talk about something I don't fully understand myself."

He nodded his understanding. That was the whole point of tonight. She was stressed about everything going on outside of the spell just as he had felt it earlier. This was supposed to help them relax. While he thought it had been for a goodbye, it was now them just spending time together.

Pulling out her chair for her, he watched as she smiled and took a seat before he took his own across from her. "How is Malakai and Veronica?" He asked as he popped open a wine bottle and poured the two glasses.

She sighed softly as she watched him pour the glasses. "Kai is..." She shook her head slightly. "Well he is Kai." She laughed at her own words that had caused him to smile at her. "As for Veronica, she's been kept busy between Vincent and myself."

Elijah handed her a glass and she accepted it. "I cannot wait to meet her." He said as he picked up his own glass. "If she is everything you've described her, she is one hell of a girl to mess with."

"She is definitely at the top of her training. Poor Josh is afraid of sparing with her for fear of having every bone in his body broken from one punch from the kid." Elijah enjoyed seeing the smile on her face as she spoke about Veronica. She was like a proud mother that was boasting about her child's accomplishments.

Their conversations continued on, them talking about anything and everything that did not include the spell, the cures or the future visions that would come. They spoke of future vacations that they would take around the world once everything was all said and done. The idea of being on their own for a while had been something they had been talking about for years now. But this time, they seemed to be planning out every detail. France, Spain, where ever it was that Elizabeth wanted to go and see with Elijah, he agreed right away.

He cared not for the past experiences he may have had in different countries. None of the memories he had of them would matter once he replaced them with the new ones that they would be experiencing together. With every thought of the future, they both could feel the bond between them growing in ways that words may never be able to explain. It was a feeling of warmth and love that couldn't be torn from either of them.

Once the last piece of fruit had been eaten and the last sip of wine gone, Elijah stood up from his seat and walked over to Elizabeth holding out his hand towards her once more.

"Is there more to see?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

He smiled and shook his head slightly. "Dance with me."

Her eyebrow raised slightly as she placed her hand in his. "But there is no music." She said as she stood up.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly as he pulled her close to him. "When does one actually need music to dance?"

"Point taken." She said smiling as she placed her hand on his shoulder as he began to lead her in a dance of their own.

Even though there was no music, Elijah moved them as if a song had been playing in that moment. One that would make anyone get lost in the song as their feet moved easily through the garden. Once in a while, Elijah would spin Elizabeth before bringing her back in to his arms. Every time he did a smile was plastered on her face that was simply contagious.

There was even a few missteps here and there that left them in a fit a laughter. For even two creatures, that had been as old as they were, had them as well in their moments of watching the other in the low lights.

Once the laughter died this time, Elizabeth leaned up and kissed Elijah, ceasing their movements. The kiss was slow and gentle, conveying everything that didn't need to be said in that moment.

They both had no idea how long that they would be in this current situation or anything else that may come in the future, but for that moment, nothing else had mattered but each other, keeping close and not wanting to let the other go just yet.

Pulling away from the kiss, Elijah placed his forehead against hers. His hand coming up to brush his knuckles against her cheek. "I love you, Elizabeth."

The words had been barely above a whisper but Elizabeth had heard them clearly. The man she knew who had usually kept those he loved at a distance had just said the words that expressed the feelings she had felt from him tonight and the past several visits.

She grinned up at him and placed her hand on top of his. "I love you, Elijah."

______

Elizabeth felt bliss when she arrived back in New Orleans. Even though Hope hadn't been awake when she left or even visiting them, there was a part of her that could still feel Elijah there with her. It left her walking into the compound with a smile on her face. That visit had been greatly needed and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to go this time without seeing him again.

But as she walked into the courtyard, the strong scent of blood filled her nose. Her first thoughts had gone back to that damn dream she had months ago. But there wasn't blood covering any of the walls, or anything for that matter. She wondered who was currently raiding the blood supply they had with in the compound until she reached the center of the courtyard to find Malakai and Veronica standing there. Her eyes widened and her smile fell at the sight of Veronica being covered in blood.

"What the hell happened?" Elizabeth asked as she rushed towards Veronica.

"She's fine, Liz." Malakai said trying to reassure Elizabeth that everything was fine. "Its not her blood."

"Who's blood is it then?" Elizabeth asked worriedly.

"Humans." Veronica said with a sheepish nod.

Elizabeth's mouth dropped slightly as she looked back and forth between the two. "Please, please tell me you took her out of the city limits." She said looking over at Malakai. "And that they weren't locals."

"If I told you that, I'd be lying." He said shaking his head. "This was here on Bourbon street."

In that moment, Elizabeth swore she felt her heart stop. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. And if this was all true, everything was about to change.