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celuere · 3 months ago

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a little bit scandalous.

pairing: dom!arlecchino x fem!reader

context: you just want your husband to pay attention to you.

cw: mild exhibitionism, carriage sex, dick sucking, riding, arle‘s fat fucking dick, unprotected sex, pet names, slight degradation, a bit homophobia at the beginning, arle playing poker makes me feel things, i also love giving side characters stupid names

word count: 3.7k

art credits: drunken my boss

you needed to stop agreeing to accompanying her on such lavish events.

the orchestra feels dull.

the food is medium at best. too extraordinary for your taste.

„no, my husband is not the „man“ of the house, neither is she wearing the „pants“ in our marriage. (you are)“, and the conversations fucking sucked.

you had no idea how you ended up in this… circle of married housewives where the only conversation topics seem to revolve around cooking, men and how you could ever be married to a woman.

said woman was seated just a few meters ahead at a table with other businesspeople alike, playing a round of poker and by the looks of it, she was winning as always. you noticed the lack of amusements in the faces of her conversation partners, they were doing more than just passing around cards and chips.

and you were stuck with-

„she dresses so masculine… are you sure you‘re not looking for a man if you’re married to… her?“

god‘s above.

„pretty sure i‘d know if my taste happened to be as awful as yours. are you sure you‘re not looking for a divorce if your husband cheats on you minimum once a week?“, you rolled your eyes at the gasp running through the small crowd of women at the table.

„if you‘ll excuse me now, i‘ll be heading back to my woman.“, without responding any further to the shocked faces surrounding you, you shoved yourself back from the table and got up on your feet.

arlecchino overheard the clacking of your heels against the polished marble floor over the orchestra and the chatter surrounding her. this deal was running smoother than she‘d originally thought it would.

it was only when a pair of delicate hands placed themselves on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, that she noticed your presence. the soft scent of your perfume told her it wasn‘t necessary to turn around.

she felt your hot breath hit her ear next.

„ma cherie… i would like for us to leave…“, you ignored the annoyed looks the sudden display of affection towards your spouse earned you.

arlecchino did not bother to face you as the nail of her thumb scratched over the ace card of the royal flush she was currently holding.

„my love, i fear you‘ll have to wait until i wrapped this deal up… or you take the carriage back home without me… either way i can‘t leave yet…“, putting her poker hand down, a few groans ran through the table at her… third victory in a row. two servants moved around the table as they gathered up the scattered cards and chips.

her lack of attention to you and the almost indifferent tone she handled you with only added to your frustration.

you only bothered attending because she invited you and now she can’t even leave with you?

but given the audience you decided against a sharp remark, merely stepping back from her, „fine then. i‘ll go get the carriage ready then. ladies, gentlemen…“, you nodded at the table as you bid your farewell and left for the exit without another word. your husband didn‘t miss the sharp tone you sprinkled over your words, she suppressed the urge to rub the bridge of her nose as she waved a fatui agent over.

„make sure she gets home safely. i don’t care if she wants an escort or not. i want my wife home safe and sound.“, crimson eyes fixed on the broad shouldered man following you outside before she turned her attention back to the deal at hand.

she didn’t spare the servant a glance who handed out the chips to each participant, „my apologies for the interruption. we were just talking about the shares of your project, right madame cornhead?“, said woman only nodded as she took a sip of her third wineglass of the evening.

„well, in order to keep us hooked into the deal i‘d say a good 30% of those shares will be flowing right into your support for the fatui. quality has to be rewarded, does it not?“

a few approving nods and hums rumbled through the table. wow, no bitching around for once? that‘s a new one. she could totally get used to this.

„let‘s make it 40%, how about that? as a little… thank you for your cooperation with us.“

„that is-“

„i‘m sorry to interrupt you once again…“, slender hands ran down her chest from behind as she felt your cleavage hit her neck, „i can‘t just leave without bidding my husband a proper goodbye…“, pressing a gentle kiss behind her ear, arlecchino barely oversaw whatever you kept in your right hand, „don‘t stay out for too long, you know i don‘t like sleeping alone…“

as much as she hated being interrupted during negotiations, she‘d never turn you away. a black hand came up to cup your cheek as she presses a kiss to the other one, „i‘ll make sure of it, my love.“

but then her breath hitched at the sudden pressure applied to her crotch before you stepped back. the smirk tugging on your painted lips almost straight from the abyss itself and the knave knew something was off.

eyes darting back down to her crotch- her heart almost set out a beat at the surprise resting between her thighs. blood rushing straight to her dick.

red.

lacy.

oh, you were done.

it was your red lacy slip that you just laid down in her lap in broad daylight.

with a wet stain.

she snatched up the fabric with an almost inhuman speed, praying to whatever deity sitting above the skies that nobody got wind of the fact that the knave‘s wife was walking around with nothing underneath her dress.

you were as quickly gone as you came.

leaving her with not only just your underwear but a fucking painful ache between her legs as well. and then the wheels in arlecchino’s head started to turn.

should she stay professional and ignore your obvious intentions, wrap up this meeting and then come home to pay you back tenfold?

or should she follow her di- i mean heart and leave with you?

her answer is obvious.

„…ladies. gentlemen. i fear i have to depart sooner than expected.“, in one single motion she stood up from the table, her sharp heels clicking against the floor when a servant helped her with putting her coat on.

„but about the-“

„i‘ll schedule a separate meeting to further discuss our plans with your organization. i will take care of the costs for transportations. have a nice evening.“, and with that the knave departed as she followed your footsteps outside.

you just sat yourself down onto the satin bank of your carriage. the servants already lit up the candles inside prior to your departure so it was fairly cozy compared to the snowy weather drowning the area in a soft cape of white, allowing you to shed out of your fur coat when the doors were opened. slowly. her white hair came first into view before you crossed eyes with a pair of crimson x‘s.

you paid her little attention as she sat down opposite of you, „changed your mind, hm?“, your hand fidgeted a little pocket mirror out along with a light pink lipstick.

when you were fixed on touching up your lips, the carriage started to get moving, for a while arlecchino stayed silent. watching you. observing you. from time to time her gaze would wander outside the windows, appreciating the beautiful scenery before it found your face once again.

she was planning something.

the thought of you being bare underneath that dress of yours sending sparks of desire down her spine. you knew exactly what you were doing. and she wasn‘t having it. she didn‘t mind you mingling with her concentration while doing tedious tasks such as paperwork, reviewing mission reports, etc., but messing with her like this in public when she‘s got important stuff on her hands… maybe she spoiled you a bit too much lately.

„come here.“, with a pat on her lap she signaled you exactly where she wanted you.

„can‘t you see i‘m busy-“

„i said come here.“

something dropped in your stomach. or pussy. you couldn‘t tell.

she didn‘t wait until you sat down, straight up grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you onto her lap. gasping slightly as you felt the tent in her pants pressing right against your uncovered folds. truth be told, the way she was staring holes into you earlier caused you to grow wet at the bare thought of what would be awaiting you at home. but you did not expect her to take action now.

„b-but the coachman outside-“

„you placed your slip into my lap at a table with at least 20 other business partners, but the coachman is suddenly too much?“, you could feel her hands running up your thighs, pushing the fabric up along the way to reveal the bloody stockings you choose to wear tonight. her nails tracing the lacy hem that ended a bit above your knees, sending goosebumps over your boiling skin.

„th-that was something different..“, you couldn‘t help but fixate on those black fingers pulling and playing with the fabric. they didn‘t dare wander any further up. as if she was restraining herself.

„right, because almost humiliating both you and me is much worse. don‘t you ever think before acting? i thought you were such a smart girl, and yet you almost jeopardized a whole deal. and for what?“, strong hands now gripping onto your thighs to push you down on her aching bulge with sharp nails, digging into your soft flesh, „answer.“

the sudden course of action caused you to slightly moan, placing one hand on her shoulder as the raw look edged into her face turned you on way more than it should.

„i-i don‘t know- the lack of a-attention got o-on my nerves…“, a dark red spread across your cheeks at your confession. you did not expect her to come home with you, let alone end up on her lap like this.

she almost scoffed at your reasoning. wasn‘t she showering you in attention enough already?

dresses, accessories, flowers, vacations. anything you wanted, she got you in the blink of an eye. and she never expected anything back. why should she? you‘re her wife. her most prized possession. the cure to her oh so cursed existence. never in her life would she ever think about getting something back from you. that‘s just what she‘s used to, what she wants. to give and not receive anything in return.

and yet…

„get on your knees.“, strong hands shoving you off of her lap.

„what-“

„don‘t make me repeat myself. if you can act like a slut in public, i‘ll treat you like one in private.“

you were kneeling before her in no time. eyes on the same height as her crotch now as you watched her hands unbuckle her belt. not daring to look up at her as you prayed that she couldn‘t hear your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

you were nervous. for the first time in ages you were nervous about what‘s going to happen next to you and it was exciting you to the point you had to press your thighs together to momentarily stop the painful ache between them.

watching her slightly lift her hips up to pull her pants below her dick, your mouth was almost watering at the sight of her dripping with precum. the black arrow running along her lighter shaft already glistening in the candlelight.

„do you require an invitation?“, her sharp tone cut through the tense air like butter and shot right down into your core, „it‘s not going to suck itself.“

„no… n-no no, i don‘t need one…“, allowing yourself one last intake of air before you slowly bent over, placing both hands on her spreaded thighs and started by licking her from her base up to her tip.

she tasted a bit sweet today, a strong contradiction to the cold stare she eyed you down with her chin resting on her hand.

she used her other hand to put a few lost hair strands back behind your ear and then grabbed a good handful of them.

„open up.“, nudging your head against her as a clear command. you shakily exhaled and licked over your lips a last time before you wrapped them around her tip. and you were pushed down until your nose hit her hairy base almost immediately. eyes threatening to tear up at the sudden invasion of your throat as you tried to not gag on her while she kept you pressed down. not moving. just burying her cock inside your mouth.

„breathe through your nose. we have done this plenty of times before. come on.“, her nails gently scratched over your scalp in order to soothe you- and it worked.

„there, there… good girl…“, and she started to move your head. slowly at first. observing you for any signs of being overwhelmed but you took her so well. those pretty pink lips were such a cute contrast to her blackened skin. arlecchino had to bite down on her tongue in order to keep any sounds from leaving her lips as she dragged you on and off her cock. shaft already drenched with your saliva, soft gags and sloppy wet sounds filling the small carriage.

„do you have any idea how pathetic you look with my dick in your mouth?“, a rhetorical question. you did look pathetic.

but lord, you took her so well, even tho you gagged softly anytime her tip hit the back of your throat, your nails digging into her thighs as you let her fuck your mouth however she pleased unti you felt the sticky fluid spreading over your tongue. otherwise she didn‘t let you know how she just climaxed. she masked her face too well for that.

despite the taste, the texture always made it difficult for you to swallow but you knew refusal would not sit well with her so you let her push you off of her to swallow correctly.

„mhm… get that all down. i don‘t want to see even the slightest remains.“, she watched the thick string connecting your plump lips to her tip snap as you were busy with getting everything down. the feeling of her cum running down your throat sent a shiver running down your spine but you managed and opened your mouth for her to look. even stuck out your tongue.

your husband leaned a bit down to you to properly inspect your mouth, but she seemed pleased with the result.

„good job… now get back up here.“

you got back up on aching legs, trembling slightly as you wanted to sit down on her lap again, „n-not done- ah-“, you yelped at the end suddenly snaking underneath your dress before her fingers glided over your slickness. my fucking god you were beyond soaked to your inner thighs, it was almost humiliating.

„just how i thought. my wife gets off on me using her like my own personal sextoy. who would have thought.“, that same hand now grabbed onto your ass to pull you down on her with the tip now pressing directly against your dipping hole.

„come on, sit down.“

„c-completely…?“

„am i implying anything else?“, just as you were about to answer, the carriage seemed to hit a pothole on the street, accidentally causing the first two inches to slip inside at impact and for you to hold onto her shoulders for dear life.

she never had to hold back a chuckle so bad.

„a-ah- that was… u-unfair-!“

„ah, yes… having to sit on your husband‘s dick is truly the worst fate that could have ever hit you.“, you shot her a glare and she rolled her eyes as you proceeded to fully take her in, it was getting seemingly harder with each cm that passed past your g-spot and you were already panting over her by the time you fully sat down. her tip nestled against cervix and the harsh movements of your coach was doing little to help you adjust.

„the ride isn‘t going to take forever. i‘d suggest you start moving, my dearest.“, oh she wasn‘t planning on moving even the slightest bit. you‘d have to do the job yourself.

„you want me to… do it myself…?“, in slight disbelief you watched your husband open a bottle of champagne one-handed before filling herself up a glass of the alcoholic beverage.

„shall i write it out for you on a formal invitation?“

now that‘s a new one. you weren‘t used to… putting effort in when you were on the receiving end. but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

„oh…? not even complaining?“, she raised an eyebrow at you as you started to move her hips over her, trying to find a somewhat enjoyable rhythm for you. merely shaking your head while you whimpered at the unpleasant feeling inside you. this was harder than you thought, the pace was too slow for your liking and it was nearly impossible to hit any good spots like this.

„a-arle… c-could you please help…“, hands moving over into her neck as you almost whined.

„help?“, she sighed as she took the first sip of her champagne, humming slightly at the taste as she merely placed a hand on your hip, „not even thirty seconds have passed and you‘re already whining? you learn by doing, so no. i will lend a hand when i’m seeing fit for it but all i see right now is a spoiled princess who is too used to her husband pampering her. move.“

her harsh answer almost forced tears into your eyes. not because it hurt, but because she was kind of right. you weren‘t used to her denying you. ever. and that frustrated you more than it should, even embarrassed you.

„th-that‘s not fair…“, you tried out a more rocking motion now, which at least felt slightly better.

„i am being very fair right now. i could also end things right here and send you straight to bed once we get home, with no one to take care of your needs. but i‘m not doing that now, am i?“, her fingers on your hips tapped against your skin in all almost mocking manner as she brought the glass to her lips once again.

you stayed silent. why does she always have to be right after all? she luckily didn‘t comment on your lack of words and just proceeded to watch you with an almost bored look on her face.

„you need to bounce.“

„wh-what…-“, you groaned, thighs already working against you.

„you need to bounce on my dick, love. what are you expecting from these… motions? a tickle? lift up your hips and then let yourself back down. come on, try it and then i may consider helping you.“

that sounded… exhausting, but you had like- no other choice, so you obliged. lifting yourself a bit up before almost dropping straight back down and… it felt good. very fucking good. so good that you immediately repeated yourself. and again. and again. each time only forcing your moans to grow louder, leaning your head into her neck and wrapping your arms around her instead as the desperation started to get the better of you. you needed that orgasm just as much as oxygen if not even more. even the thought about coachman outside possibly hearing your sounds of pleasure did only add to the knot building up in your stomach. but it wasn‘t enough. something was still missing.

„peru- p-peruere please-“, you breathed against her skin. a whimper slipping out with your words. you completely overheard her own heavy breathing and how she quite literally had to restrain herself in order to not fuck you dumb and stupid before you even got home.

„please what…? be more specific. use your words, my love…“, she gently patted your back, kissing your cheek as she only slightly started moving her hips against yours.

„p-please fuck me- ‘m sorry f-for earlier- j-just plea-“, a moan ripped through the air as she thrusted her hips up into you, immediately hitting your weak spot, just like you needed it. nails dug and pulled at the expensive fabric of her suit. the straps of your dress hung loose around your arms, as she fucked you within an inch of your life. dragging her cock in and out of your soaking cunt and you could faintly hear her groaning against your clenching pussy before the knot in your abdomen finally loosened up and you creamed nicely around her dick for all you were worth. you couldn‘t help but feel your thighs starting to shake from the impact and as if that wasn‘t enough already, you felt her load paint your insides next.

no words were uttered. just your joined heavy breathing was to be heard in the small space. the windows fogged up, making it impossible to see what could be going on outside.

she kept you pressed down on her when you wanted to get off, nuzzling a bit deeper into the crook of your neck.

„s'il te plaît reste comme ça encore un peu, ma fleur…“

„please stay a little longer like this, my flower…“

you sunk back down against her chest, resting your head on her shoulder as something akin to comfort washed over you.

the both of you stayed silent for a good few minutes, just enjoying and bathing in each other’s presence

„what did you do with my panties…?“

you could hear her hand starting to fidget something out of her pocket.

„safekeeping them of course.“, she pressed a gentle kiss to your check as she placed your panties next to you.

maybe you will keep accompanying her on more events.

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silens-oro · 1 month ago

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You Know Where You Are: Part III

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Musician!Reader Angst/Established Relationship Part I | Part II

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Synopsis: The aftermath of PittFest. Word Count: 5,542 (somebody sedate me) Content Warning: Reader is in her 30's; mass shooting; death; blood; gunshot injuries; angst; grief; medical procedures; I don't know anything about anything medical, but I did Dr. Google some things so please forgive inconsistencies - if I've missed any warnings, please let me know. A/N: Thank you all for the love this story has gotten. I anticipate one more part to this before it's over, so hang tight. For now, I leave this as a lil Friday treat because you deserve it.

Internal strangulation was the first thing you felt as your mind clawed its way back to consciousness. Your body felt heavy and weightless, like you were floating to the surface from the deep, dark depths of the ocean in search of the sun. An invasion of your airway and your mouth caused you to choke and sputter as you thrashed involuntarily.

Your arms didn’t move further than an inch or two as you squirmed and the sound in your ears rushed and rolled as if you were listening through a conch shell on the beach. Beeping -incessant beeping, was the first clear sound that came though, splitting your head in half with each throttle of sound, then the squeaks of sneakers approached you.

“Check vitals. Someone grab Dr. Martin, please.” A woman’s muffled voice was the first you heard, then chattering around the room that didn’t sound human to your ears. It was indistinct, muffled, slurred. You sank, then floated, then sank again before floating back to the surface. So close with the light hitting your face, and still just far enough out of reach.

Your eyes, crusted at the seams, tried to crack open, but whatever was inside of you made you panic when they didn’t. Multiple sets of hands held you down and a cool, damp cloth was wiped over your eyes to clear the debris. Your name was called out softly once, twice, then a third time.

“I know you’re scared, but I need you to calm down. We’re gonna check you out to see if we can get this tube out of you as quickly as we can, but you need to settle so we can do it, alright?” Your eyes finally cracked open for the first time in what felt like centuries. The woman -a nurse- was standing over you. Her gloved hand was cradling the side of your head to comfort you, but there was no amount of comfort to stop your heart from feeling like it was going to beat out of your rib cage. She said your name again to get your attention back on her.

“My name is Kate. Do you know where you are?” Your hands had a white knuckle grip on the wrist restraints as people moved in and out of the room. You shook your head, your brain was going haywire and the sudden hit of stimulation from every direction was too much to handle. “Can someone call downstairs to let Dr. Robby know she’s awake?” Kate spoke sternly to whoever was listening behind her. Mike, oh god, Mike. This caused your heart rate to skyrocket. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I need you to let the tube breathe for you, alright. Let it do its job until we can take it out.” She was doing her best to calm you, but it felt like you could run through a wall with the way adrenaline pumped through your body. “You’re at Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center. Do you remember how you got here?”

You were on stage. Then screaming. Then Nick, blood, face down, Jake, dragged, Mac. Your eyes squeezed closed, tears leaking down your face.

“That’s okay, don’t strain yourself.” She turned as another set of footsteps was heard behind her. “Sweetheart, this is Dr. Martin.” A man came into view. He was older than Mike and he had a neutral expression on his face as he looked you over, then over to the monitors, “He’s gonna help us get this breathing tube out, alright.” You nodded tearfully.

“Well good afternoon to you. It’s good to finally see you up,” He spoke gently, then turned to a nurse you just noticed was on the other side of your bed. “How is she looking?”

“Good for extubation.” She confirmed. He nodded, snapping blue gloves on his hands as the two nurses surrounded you.

“Alright, let’s get these straps off.” He spoke your name as he started disconnecting straps that held the tube in place while the nurses undid your wrist restraints. Your hands flexed against the bed, gripping the scratchy top blanket in a deathgrip. “I need you to take a deep breath and when you exhale, I’m going to remove the tube, alright?” You nodded, pleading with your eyes to just remove it. “Good, go ahead and take a nice deep breath in,” It hurt, but you did as he asked. You felt something in your throat deflate. “Perfect, now exhale slowly for me.” The tube made a squelching sound as it came out, the feeling of it sliding out caused you to cough and sputter, drool and mucus following the tube as it finally ended. A nurse pushed the button on the bed to get you to sit up as much as you could so she could hold a small pink bucket under your mouth as you continued to cough and dry heave into your lap.

“I know it’s unpleasant, but getting it removed is a good thing.” Someone was rubbing small circles into your back and you were sure that a glare sat heavy on your face, but Dr. Martin didn’t make note of it outwardly. “I’m sure you have some questions, but I’d like to go over why you’re here so you can understand the situation. Nurse Kate, if you could please stick around.” She nodded to the other nurse, who took her leave and shut the door behind her.

Dr. Marin sat on the edge of the bed and Nurse Kate handed him a tablet. He swiped a few times and turned the screen so you could see it. It was an MRI scan of your torso with certain areas circled.

“You were shot.” He said simply. “It went in at an angle through your back here,” He pointed at the scan where the entry wound was, then pointed at the upper part of your abdomen, “and exited right here. It lacerated your liver and there was some pretty extensive bleeding. Had you gotten here any later than you did, we would not be having this conversation.” Your hands began to shake, their grip on the blanket not letting up. “The good news is that we were able to repair the damage and that your liver was the only organ hit. There will be a pretty good chunk of recovery time for you, and some scarring, but in the long run there shouldn’t be any lasting physical damage and physical therapy will definitely help aid your recovery. That being said, our social worker Kiara is going to stop by at some point to chat with you. She has a wealth of knowledge and resources to help you navigate your next steps regarding what you experienced.” He brought his hand to rest on top of your right shaking fist, giving it a comforting squeeze. “We are going to keep you here for monitoring for the next week or so until you’re up on your own two feet, so get comfortable. You’re in great hands. I’m here if you have any questions, alright? For now just rest as much as you can.” He glanced over to Kate, then he stood, gave you a nod with a small smile, and exited the room.

You looked around the dim room for the first time since you woke up. Flowers, cards, stuffed animals, and ‘Get Well Soon!’ balloons took over every surface and carried over onto the floor. How long were you out?

“You have a lot of people who’ve been real worried about you.” Kate said softly. “Dr. Robby should be up in a few. He was up here earlier to check in on you, but you were still out. He’s been worried sick. Night shift tells me Dr. Abbot’s been checking in as well.” You were afraid to speak, worried that opening your mouth would let the proverbial floodgates open.”You know them?” You nodded.

“Are you feeling any pain?” Kate offered with a smile. How could you tell her that that’s all you felt, mentally, physically, emotionally? All you could do was shake your head, your chest tightening with sobs ready to be unleashed. Tears welled in your eyes and she took that as her cue to give you some space. “I’m gonna grab you some ice cubes to soothe your throat, alright? I’ll be back in a few.” She softly closed the door and that’s when you let out a deep gasp of air, it was deep enough to choke you and there was no reeling it back in.

Robby happened to be outside in triage when a white pickup pulled into the ambulance bay, honking frantically to get their attention.

“We’ve got four back here,” Dr. Shen called out for the triage team as he climbed in the bed of the truck. “Through and through the head. No pulse, black and white,” He verbally noted as he took stock of who could actually be treated. “Red zone, GSW to the abdomen, low pulse, heavy blood loss, unresponsive.” Shen and Ellis slapped bracelets on each victim as they were called out.

“Red zone, GSW left chest,” Ellis called out, slapping another bracelet on the third person in the back of the truck. “Weak carotid, unresponsive.”

“They were both talking when we got in the truck,” Jake tried to keep himself together as he spoke to Ellis. Robby’s ears perked up the second he heard the voice and bolted to the truck. “They were bleeding so much and I couldn’t stop it!” Jake was becoming frantic.

“Jake!” Robby’s voice boomed in the ambulance bay as he picked up into a sprint over to the truck.

“Robby! They were shot!” He sobbed your name, “-and Leah! It’s really bad!” Robby climbed over the side of the truck and stopped in his tracks when he saw you, slumped over and covered in blood. The color, the life, was drained from your face and the bloody shirt held to your abdomen was all he needed to see to get him moving. His fingers went under your jaw, checking for the pulse that was hanging on by a thread. It took a few seconds for him to find it, but it was there -faint- but there.

“We need gurneys over here!” His voice cracked as everyone moved into action. His manic eyes went from you to Jake, then down to Leah who was also unresponsive. He held a hand to Leah’s chest and his heart sank when he didn’t feel anything. “Get them loaded and inside, now!” He helped pull you from the truck, quickly assessing the damage. It was bad. You lost a lot of blood and god only knew the damage the round had done internally. Shen picked up where Robby left off so he could assess Jake and Leah.

“I’ve been putting pressure on the wounds as best as I could, but it’s bad, Robby!” Jake tried to be useful with any info he could.

“You did a good job, kid,” Robby reassured Jake, looking him over. “Are you shot?”

“I don’t know. Maybe-maybe my leg? Most of this is their blood,” A pink bracelet was slapped on his wrist and he was pulled up.

“You know them, boss?” Ellis asked. Robby felt like he was going to puke.

“Yeah. Come on, let’s go.” Robby’s voice boomed to get everyone back into high gear. They didn’t have time to lose.

Jack turned to look at the exit to triage to see one gurney come in with a young teen, then Robby pushed another behind it. When Jack saw you, he immediately turned over the patient he was finishing up with to Langdon before rushing over to Robby.

Robby’s eyes shifted between Leah -Jake sobbing for him to do something-, and back down to you before Jack made the decision for Robby by taking your gurney to his trauma area to begin intubation to get you stable without a second thought. Ellis repeated your status to Jack to give him an idea of what he was walking into.

Robby trusted Jack, knew you were in the best hands in this ED where his own hands had failed so many times today already, so he let Jack do what he did best while he began working on Leah and trying to settle Jake.

“Intubation, chest tube, IO, and a unit of blood,” Jack called to his team who were moving faster than he could give out orders. “We’ve got an entrance and an exit, through and through. That’s the good news,” Jack spoke out loud, loud enough for Robby to hear from across the room. He didn’t tell Robby the wound was in No Man’s Land because he didn’t need to hear it. Not now.

Robby couldn’t help but take quick glances across the room once the breathing tube had been inserted. Your face was obscured, but he could see that your shirt had been cut open, your tattooed body exposed to a room full of strangers, but it didn’t matter. None of it would matter if you didn’t make it out of this department alive. His knees almost buckled at the thought of your gurney being wheeled into the peds room to join the three others who they already lost.

Robby shook his head to banish the thought and give Leah everything he had.

Jack would glance up and over, cool as a cucumber, to catch Robby’s eyes, then he’dshift them back down to where he was doing everything he could, pulling every trick he had from up his sleeve to get you stable. Jack knew the odds weren’t exactly in your favor, but one glance at the girl on Robby’s gurney and he knew she wasn’t making it at all. You had a fighting chance, and it would be all uphill for Jack, but there was a chance.

The tension inside of Robby’s body wound tighter and tighter with every breath he took. Looking down at Leah, he knew in his heart of hearts that she wasn’t going to make it out of this -not with the wound that she had, but that didn’t stop him from exhausting every effort for Jake’s sake because he had to do something -anything. He couldn’t throw in the towel, not when she was so young with so much more life to live, and not when Jake was happy.

Robby couldn’t call it. He couldn’t face the reality of what was happening, so he kept frantically pushing and pushing until there was nothing left to give. It was the flash of movement from your gurney being wheeled behind the HUB and over to the elevator for the pre-OP that caught Robby’s attention. Jack seemed to teleport next to him in that moment and he leaned in close so only Robby could hear him.

“She’s stable. There’s damage to her liver and some soft tissue, massive blood loss, but she’s stable, brother.” Robby nodded, continuing to push the cell saver. “How many units so far?” Jack asked, arms crossed over his chest. His brows were furrowed as he watched Robby work and call shots when he knew this wasn’t turning around.

“Four, plus the cell saver.” Jack nodded.

“Last one?” It was more of a suggestion than a question from Jack. If he had to make the call, a single unit probably wouldn’t have gone to her in her condition. It sounded harsh, but it couldn’t be wasted on someone who had zero chance of survival when there were dozens of other patients who could have used it -especially since their supply was dwindling rapidly and patients were still pouring in.

“I don’t know.” Robby was in denial. Jack looked down at Leah and saw what the reality was. “Dana, why don’t we try a little TXA? 1,000 milligrams of TXA might help her clot.” Dana tried to hold it together after seeing you wheeled in with Jake attached to Leah’s side. She looked at Jack with devastation in her eyes because she was of the same belief as him regarding Leah’s status even though she wouldn’t say it out loud. Nonetheless, she did what Robby asked.

“Bullet tore through her heart,” Jack said softly, but it was something Robby needed to hear. “Anyone with a wound like this is pronounced dead in the field. You can’t keep up with the blood loss.” He tried to reason. “If she was our only patient we’d do a thoracotomy, maybe ECMO, but even then I doubt we’d get her back.” Robby moved back to chest compressions. He knew Jack was right, but he couldn’t let go. “We’re gonna lose ten other patients if you put all your efforts into saving this girl.” He said it point blank. Pussyfooting around the issue wasn’t getting through to Robby. This was the reality. Leah was gone and nothing Robby did was going to save her.

Nurse Kate had been gone ten minutes when you heard a quiet knock on the door. It cracked open and Mike’s head popped in to scope out the situation. When his eyes locked on yours he pushed himself through and shut the door.

You could feel it, the surging tsunami of emotions coming to the surface and the telltale wobble of your bottom lip was all it took for Mike to get to your side as you sobbed viscerally. He sat on the side of the bed and hugged you to him as best as he could while you cried against his throat.

“I’m so sorry, Mike,” It devastated him. Your first sentence spoken to him since the morning of the shooting, voice raspy and visceral, and you were apologizing to him. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but the last three days were wave after wave of grief, agony, pain and suffering, and he had nothing left to hold onto.

His cheek nestled itself onto the top of your head as he held you to him. “I’m sorry. God,” Your breathing was ragged against him. “Please tell me Jake’s alright and Leah.” Robby didn’t know if he could handle this conversation. “I couldn’t help them, Mike. Please tell me they’re alright,” You begged him. If something happened to either of them you would never forgive yourself. Robby put the pieces together that you either forgot Leah was in the truck with you or you just weren’t even coherent at that point and his heart continued to shatter into tinier and tinier pieces until it was dust.

“Jake’s fine,” Mike spoke into your hair, trying to keep his voice even, but you could hear the wobble. “He’s got a minor wound on his leg. He’ll be on crutches for a while, but he’s okay.” He felt a breath of relief leave you. He couldn’t tell you about how Jake had let him feel every bit the failure as a doctor, as a father figure, as a friend. “Leah…” Your grip on his zip-up got so tight that your knuckles cracked. He didn’t say it out loud, but you felt him shake his head. “And Nick…” Tears fell from Robby’s exhausted eyes at your devastated wails. His eyes were clenched shut, his deepening crow’s feet exacerbated by the tension used to keep them shut.

The fact that he could physically hold you in his arms was the first win he had in days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you next to Leah in the Peds room, you and the five other poor souls who didn’t make it out of the ED.

“I’m sorry,” His voice cracked as he repeated it over and over, his arms never leaving you. “I tried.”

It was around seven that night when you finally got Robby to go home and sleep. Your tears had mostly subsided, but there was an emptiness -a hollow pit- forming where the raw emotions left behind a trail of devastation. It had only been three days since the shooting, but Robby seemed to have aged ten years. His usually neat and trimmed beard was unruly. He had dark circles that weighed heavy under his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled, slept in, and he looked beyond exhausted. He was running on the leftover vapors of fumes and he couldn’t work under those conditions, much less function. He shouldn’t be working at all, but he threw himself into the only thing he had an illusion of control over. You reassured him that you’d be fine and that you weren’t going anywhere until he finally relented, promising to return in a few hours.

The truth was that you needed him out.

The more you looked at Mike, the more you saw Leah, and the more you saw Leah, the more you thought about the fact that it was supposed to be him on that stage with Jake and it made you furious. Furious that you fought with him because he decided not to go. Furious because you iced him out when he flippantly dropped it on you the morning of PittFest, which in retrospect wasn’t even a big issue, but his decision saved his life. It was you who fought to put him in danger. Hindsight was always 20/20 and realistically you couldn’t have known that this was going to happen, but you should’ve. It was always a possibility, especially with the current way of the world.

It was inevitable, but it shouldn’t be.

You saw Mike in Leah’s place in that truck, the few glimpses your brain kept locked away, every time you closed your eyes. You didn’t know if they were actual memories of her or if your brain had put the images together to further torment yourself. The hallucinations of Mike motionless, bleeding out, while you couldn’t even help yourself was agonizing. And it played over and over in various scenarios to the point of near madness. His death layered over Leah’s death played over and over in a vicious loop, over and over until you wanted to rip the hair from your scalp.

God, Leah. She was so excited to meet you and the rest of the guys before your set. She was sweet and bubbly, kind and an overall ray of sunshine. Jake and Leah were attached at the hip the entire afternoon and you remembered feeling so happy for them.

Now she was gone, a young life cut disastrously short in the blink of an eye for no reason. Her death ate away at you, gnawing at the frayed edges of your soul like a parasite and you couldn’t get her smiling face out of your mind no matter how hard you rubbed at your eyes. Jake would never recover from this, not fully. How could he? If he felt even a fraction of the guilt and anger you did, it would be a long time before he crawled out of that hole that kept going deeper and deeper.

You retreated further and further into yourself that night until you were spiraling into a deep, dark prison of your own making. It was a place you could shut yourself off, let your boat drift from the dock to flow along the gentle, black currents -adrift at sea with nothing tying you to the present.

The next time a nurse came in to check on you, you had her make a note that you didn’t want any visitors going forward unless they were ran by you first, and that included Mike.

“Robby,” Jack announced himself as he entered the post-op room, “Any changes?” His voice was just above a whisper when he shut the door behind him so he didn’t disturb the quiet peace that had settled over the space. It was nearing three in the morning and Jack had returned to the hospital around two just as he told Robby he would after going home and getting a couple hours rest.

Robby startled from his thoughts, his head swiveling to meet his counterpart before shaking it softly. His hands were clasped around yours, an anchor to hold onto you in every way he could.

“No, nothing yet.” They both watched over you, looking for any sign of life other than the steady beeping. The color started to return to your skin, noticeable even in the dim room. It was a step in the right direction, at least. Your vitals were steady every time Robby checked them and you hadn’t moved an inch since you were wheeled into the room mere hours ago after a successful surgery.

Robby needed you to wake up -they both did. After Robby’s admission on the roof earlier that night, Jack didn’t know what Robby would’ve actually done had things gone south.

“Why don’t you go home, get something to eat. Rest for a few hours.” Robby opened his mouth to argue, but Jack just held a hand up. “I’ll come up here to check on her through the morning, alright? And I’ll have the nurses alert me immediately if anything changes. You’ll be the first to know. Please. You’re no good to her if you’re dead on your feet.” Robby nodded, but didn’t move.

“I…I never got to thank you, Jack. I don’t know how I can.”

“No thanks needed, brother. I did what I was meant to do.” Jack patted Robby’s shoulder. “I’m here for you. Anything you need, no questions asked.”

When the news broke the next day that you were awake, people -friends, relatives, acquaintances, people you worked with, toured with- tried to visit and very few of them were granted access. It was pandemonium at the nurses’ station as they tried to corral everyone that came through.

The more flowers and balloons that were sent made you want to throw up every time a nurse brought the gifts in with a sad smile.

So many people lost someone that day -wives, husbands, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, friends. Dozens of people died brutally at the festival grounds, not including the ones who died at PTMC, but it was your band who was the headline of every news station across the country as you found out when you turned the tv on in your room for some background noise. Hearing so many people speak about you and Nick while the other victims were pushed to the background as an afterthought -as a mere number to the death count- was derailing you mentally, and with each photo of Nick that you saw, each clip they played of past shows, you stepped one foot closer to the looming inevitable psychotic break.

It was when they played recorded footage from someone in the crowd’s perspective of the stage seconds before gunshots could be heard and Nick was hit that you lost it. The sound of the echoing shots right as the clip cut off caused an immediate involuntary reaction in you. You turned the tv off and threw the remote across the room before you knew what you were doing, gasping for breath. The back and batteries scattered and you didn’t care because that TV was never getting turned back on so long as you were stuck in this room.

Your day nurse, Rita, ran in at the noise and saw you in bed with your hands pressed tightly over your face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know-,” Your voice was muffled through your hands. She looked down and saw the remote and its pieces scattered across the floor. Without complaint, Rita picked up each piece, put them back into their places, and placed the remote back on your bed for easy access.

“It’s trauma, hun. Don’t apologize.” She stood at your bedside and checked you over. “Still not sleeping?” You shook your head. “I can get you something to take the edge off a little. Help you relax to get a few hours of shut-eye. You need it.”

“I’m scared to sleep.” You whispered. “I close my eyes and all I can see is my friend who I’ve known since we were 12, a girl I met hours before who was there when she shouldn’t have been, the people in the crowd. I see things that are going to haunt me for the rest of my life, but if I don’t sleep…I can put those thoughts away.” You brushed the tears from your cheeks. “I’m tired of crying, but that's all I can do.”

“Dr. Robby’s back,” it was the third day in a row he tried to get in and you didn’t budge, and still you just shook your head, eyes not leaving the window. The first morning Robby tried to see you after you sent him home to rest had been a catastrophe when he returned and was denied access to your room. He couldn’t understand what you were doing or why. Exhausted and broken down mentally, he tried to bully the nurses into letting him in. It wasn’t his finest moment, and he wasn’t proud of his behavior (which he apologized for). The nurse had reassured him that she understood but her hands were tied. He wasn’t your doctor so he could not have access unless it was granted and you essentially made the room the hospital’s version of Fort Knox. He tried day after day, but each refusal chipped away at every facet of his being. There was only so much a single person could take.

Robby refused to say anything to anyone about the way this was crippling him and knowing you would rather suffer alone…it was an unexpected blow that continued to throttle away at his foundation that was already standing on its last leg. Jack saw it. Dana saw it. Everyone in the ED saw it and he swam in the opposite direction when every single one of them threw a life preserver out to him.

He needed support. He needed you. But how can you lean on someone when you’re both angry, grief stricken, filled with crippling guilt and are horrifically traumatized? How do you work through that when neither of you are in a headspace that allows for help to be given or taken? How does he fight through it?

He couldn’t.

He can’t.

By the fourth rejection, Robby did something he hadn’t ever done before -he gave up. He went to work and he went home where he suffered in silence because everything around him had imploded in such a catastrophic way that it left no survivors in its wake. He failed every patient that flatlined. He failed Leah. He failed Jake. He failed you.

Everything fell apart.

You spent nearly two weeks in the hospital recovering, stewing, and self-sabotaging through a complete cut off from the outside world. Your phone sat on the rolling bedside table, battery dead and crusted with old blood that the nurses couldn’t get out of the cracks of the splintered screen. They offered to charge it for you, but you wanted nothing to do with anything that was waiting for you on the device.

Your discharge from the hospital couldn’t come soon enough. Sitting in that room, staring at the wall for 23 out of 24 hours a day was getting to you in ways you’d never say out loud.

The clothes you were wearing the day of the shooting had either been completely soaked in blood or were cut off of you so a nurse brought you a pair of scrubs to go home in and a pair of shoes that had been sitting in their donation box that were a size too big.

So that’s how you left Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, in a pair of disposable scrubs, a stranger’s shoes, and a plastic bag in hand that held your phone, the key ring that was originally hooked to the belt loop of your bloody jeans, the in-ear monitor that was still strapped to you when you were tossed into the truck, and a bottle of prescription pain meds and sleep aids.

The townhouse you owned was only two and a half blocks from PTMC so you signed every waiver you needed to to be let out without having someone to take you home. Who would you call to get you anyway? Whoever you had lined up in your brain would want to talk, ask questions. They’d ask how you were feeling. They’d bring up Robby and the tops of your hands itched at the thought of having to face any of it. The skin was already raised and irritated, bleeding in some areas where you couldn’t stop scratching. It was simpler to get yourself back to the home you barely inhabited these days rather than reach out for help. It made sense in your mind anyway.

Every step on the sidewalk yanked uncomfortably at the incision site on your abdomen and back. The stitches were removed that morning, but the wounds were still tender. The lines that divided the sidewalk held your attention the entire way to the brownstone so you wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. You looked crazy, perhaps a psych patient escaped from the ward to the average onlooker, which is why you picked up your pace just a bit more regardless of the pull you felt from your side.

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 12

Word count: 3400 we are almost there...gotta love a slow burn amiright

Last night changed everything. Azzi wasn't quite sure how yet, but she woke up this morning knowing something had shifted between her and Paige. They stayed attached the entire night, especially Paige. Nothing could remove Paige from the nook of Azzi’s neck last night. It’s like she decided that was her safe space to hide in until the real world came back to haunt her. With the sun just beginning to rise, Azzi lies awake, running her fingers through her blonde hair, when Paige mumbles something incoherent.

“What did you say, P?”

Paige just cuddles further in, and Azzi laughs at the gesture. The gentle pattern of Paige’s breath lulls Azzi back to sleep. The next time Azzi wakes up, however, the bed is empty. She looks around the room and immediately checks her phone. No text from Paige. Shit.

Did last night scare her off? Is she freaking out? Sometimes, when Paige opens up she closes and locks here doors ten times fast. Either way, it’s not like Paige to disappear without a hint of where she’s at. As shitty as they are when it comes to communicating their feelings for eachother, they’ve never has issues over-communicating every other part of their lives. Before Azzi could entirely go into panic mode, the hotel door unlocked.

“Oh, mornin’, Az. Sorry, did I wake you?”

Azzi exhales in relief and then takes in the older girl in front of her. Paige is wearing athletic shorts, a cropped tank top, and a messy bun. She’s a bit red and sweaty, clearly coming from a workout.

“No, it’s okay. I was awake wondering where you were.”

“Yeah, I felt antsy this morning, so I figured I should get a good workout in.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I would have gone with you.”

“You looked so cozy, Az. Waking you up would make me like a monster or somethin’. Anyways, I got you coffee.” Paige hands the iced coffee after taking a sip for herself.

“Ugh, you’re amazing.”

“So I’ve heard,” Paige smirks. “Imma go shower, then we should head down to breakfast. It’s the last day before all the big festivities.”

“Mm, okay, I’ll be here.” Azzi distracts herself by catching up on the TikToks sent to her that she’s been ignoring. Usually, she wouldn’t need the distraction, but seeing Paige after a workout and letting the thoughts of her in the hot shower was enough to let Azzi know she needed to refocus.

Meanwhile, in the shower, Paige let the hot water fall on her and relax her muscles. She chose not to wake Azzi up this morning because she needed space to think and make sense of that past week. Azzi was right about one thing last night: she can’t live her life in fear, letting it dictate everything she does. And the thing she wants the most is the thing she’s the most scared to lose. Azzi.

Paige replayed every kiss, lingering touch, and intimate moment between them. She knew what they had was real. Paige had a moment of clarity about what she would tell Azzi how she’d felt all these years. Paige rehearses all the things she could say to Azzi.

“Azzi, the past week has been eye-opening, and I don’t think I can handle just being friends with you anymore. I love you, Az. Like head over heels in love with you in very much not a best friend way. And if you’re not into it, I tota—”

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Sorry, Paige, but I just realized we need to be at breakfast early to help set up!”

Paige sighed, letting the water hit her shoulders just a second more. “Kay, be out in a sec.”

Paige forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with her, so when she opened the door in just a towel, Azzi froze. The two girls looked at each other for a beat too long.

“Uh, sorry, I just need some clothes.”

“Y-yeah right, duh.”

Paige walked past Azzi to the dresser in an awkward silence.

“Any dress code for today?”

“Uh, I don’t think so? It will mostly be getting ready for the rehearsal dinner and last-minute preparation for tonight and tomorrow. We’ll change right before the rehearsal for the dinner and after party.”

“Aight, I like chill. You stayin’ in what you wearing, right?” Azzi has on a Uconn t-shirt and athletic shorts. Nothing special, yet Azzi’s heart still races when Paige's eyes track her body.

“Yeah, I figured we’d be moving stuff today.”

“Bet.” Paige grabs her clothes and heads back into the bathroom, leaving Azzi to finally take a deep breath.

When Paige comes back out of the bathroom, she’s wearing grey Nike tech sweatpants that are sitting dangerously low on her hip, a sports bra, and her hair slicked back in a bun. She’s humming to Justin Biebers That Should Be Me as she walks back towards the dresser. Azzi’s eyes are stuck on her abs, so naturally turning into the V line before her sweatpants.

“Forgot a t-shirt, my b.” Paige grabs a t-shirt and then turns to Azzi, uncharacteristically shyly and totally oblivious to Azzi’s view while she plays with the hem of her t-shirt. “Hey, Az, thanks for last night. Life feels like it has a little less weight to it now.”

Azzi’s brain is in overdrive, considering she was just eye-fucking her best friend but now needs to respond genuinely. Azzi stood up from the bed and put her hand on Paige’s arm.

“Of course, P. You know I’m always with you, okay?”

“Yeah, I know.”

The two girls smiled softly at each other, and Paige pulled Azzi in for a hug. Azzi’s hands are resting low on Paige’s bare skin. Paige breathed her in, letting the world pause for a moment before their day began. Before pulling away, Paige softly kisses under Azzi’s ear.

“I’m always with you, too, Az.” She whispers.

The girls finally pull away, and Paige quickly throws on a simple black t-shirt.

“Ready, Princess?” Paige smiles softly at Azzi and puts her hand out for Azzi to take. She takes the soft blush on Azzi’s cheeks as a sign that maybe she felt something last night, too.

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The wedding party and their plus ones meet in the lobby to help the couple finish setting up for their big day. Mrs. Miller is focused on her clipboard, assigning groups and tasks.

Paige leans into Azzi and whispers, “Jeez, you’d think we were in charge of organizing the damn olympics.”

Azzi giggles and pushes Paige away with her shoulder. Never able to sit still, Paige sits down on one of the stools behind them and starts to mess with the bottom of Azzi’s shorts, causing her to tickle the younger girl.

“Paige! Hands to yourself.” Azzi is scream-whispering, trying not to bring attention to them.

“Nah, I don’t wanna.”

Paige grabs Azzi’s hips, pulling her backwards between her legs. She wraps her arms around Azzi’s waist and rests her head on her shoulder.

“This okay?”

“Mhm.” If only Paige knew how okay it really was.

Azzi finds herself relaxing into Paige’s touch in an attempt to ignore the nagging ache in her knee. Despite her best efforts, of course, Paige notices.

“You okay, mama?

“Yeah, just a little sore.”

“Come switch with me.”

“No, P, I’m fine, really.” But Paige is already standing up, shifting to stand behind the stool and pulling Azzi down. Azzi dramatically sighs, but sitting down actually helped so much. Paige rests her hands on Azzi’s shoulders and gently rubs them while Azzi leans back into Paige.

“Feel better?” Azzi nodded and leaned her head back to smile up at Paige before refocusing on Mrs. Miller. From there, things felt easy for them again. Their conversations flowed with each other and those around them easily, without the weight of ‘what if’ taunting them.

Eventually, they were broken into new groups to start carrying heavier supplies to the ceremony rooms, which would have been totally fine if it hadn’t been for Matt, the icky groomsmen, volunteering himself. He walks up to Azzi with a smug look on his face and nods his head at her before thoroughly checking her out.

“Hey, babe.”

“My name is Azzi.”

“Right, well don’t hurt yourself carryin’ anything too heavy, Princess.” Matt winks at her as he walks away.

Azzi almost gags at hearing him call her princess. How is it so endearing and hot when Paige does it, but the grossest thing in the world when he does it? Not wanting one of her favorite names ruined, she immediately looked for Paige, but she should have known she’d already be there.

“Dude, she can easily lift more than you just pick up a box and move.”

Paige rolls her eyes and speaks with so much confidence that Azzi completely forgets what she was upset about in the first place. Without hesitation, Paige picked up two large bags, which caused her muscles to flex and her shirt to lift, emphasizing how low those sweatpants were. Paige and Matt are the most efficient ones in the group because they practically used the task as a strength competition. Considering Paige brought more and didn’t even break a sweat, that win was pretty obvious.

Eventually, Matt stopped trying to hit on Azzi when Mrs. Miller scolded him and sent him to a different area of the property. Now that the two girls can relax, they naturally become more affectionate and giggly. They kept stealing glances at each other from across the room, smiling when they noticed each other.

Azzi walks up to Paige and wraps her hands around her biceps. “Who knew you were so strong?”

“Uh, me? I literally tell you all the time. I mean, look at these guns, man.” Paige lifts her sleeve to flex her right arm. Paige smirks when she sees Azzi gulp.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re still a noodle.”

Paige leans in to whisper in Azzi’s ears, “Yeah, that’s only because you’re so hot that I get soft around you.”

“Oh my god, Paige, that was so dorky.”

“But like, cute dorky?”

“Yeah, P, cute dorky.”

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Azzi returned from the rehearsal to Paige, who was asleep on their bed with her iPad open. Anyone else she’d roll her eyes, but somehow this is just endearing.

“Paigey, wake up. We gotta get ready for dinner.”

“I missed you, baby girl.” Paige mumbles, barely awake. Azzi’s heart started racing. She could really get used to this.

“I missed you too, baby,” Azzi said softly as she moved the blonde strands out of the older girl's face. Paige smiles back and sighs into her pillow.

Azzi starts getting ready, knowing that Paige is a slow riser and gets ready twice as fast.

“Ugh, this zipper is so stupid,” Azzi mumbled under her breath and started angrily pulling at the zipper of her dress. She is wearing a short, silky dress with a deep V-line showing her cleavage, thin spaghetti straps, and bright hot pink heels.

“Damn, what the dress do to you?” Paige laughed from the bed.

“The zipper got stuck on the fabric, and I’m ready to give up.” Azzi pouts dramatically.

“Can I help you, Princess?”

Azzi nods while keeping her pout. Paige walks right up to her and looks down at her lips. She’d do anything to kiss that pout right off her face. “Turn around.” Her voice had more rasp than she intended. Azzi, on the other hand, listened to her immediately. Paige’s telling her what to do with her voice lowered like that? Yes, chef is all Azzi could think in her head.

At first, Paige was gentle with the fabric, trying to address the zipper without touching Azzi. Paige takes note of the lack of bra in this equation, making it harder to focus. She groans in frustration at the stuck zipper, and her competitive spirit takes over, leading her to be more aggressive with her approach. She grabs the fabric by wrapping her hand around Azzi’s waist and pulls hard, finally getting the zipper to work. Azzi expected her to get the zipper unstuck and then leave. Instead, Paige zipped her dress all the way and then let her hands linger on the bare skin. Azzi could feel her deep breaths and closeness, forcing her to take a deep breath to ground herself.

Paige leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You look perfect.” Then, she walked to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Azzi gathered herself and moved to the mirror to do her makeup. In the reflection, she saw Paige come back out in flowy black slacks and a high-neck black crop top. Something so simple shouldn’t look so good.

“Ready to bounce?”

Azzi’s eyes snap up to the blonde's bright blue eyes at the interruption. “Mhm.” She can’t trust herself to speak right now. They gather everything they need and head to the elevator, where Azzi finally finds the courage to tell Paige how she looks when she presses the button to the lobby.

“I really like this outfit on you, P.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, a lot.” Azzi bites her bottom lip, stopping herself from saying too much, but her eyes already said it all. Paige steps closer to her, keeping eye contact, and then asks, “What do you like so much about it, mama?”

This girl is going to be the death of her. Thankfully, Azzi was quite literally saved by the bell of the elevator notifying them they had arrived at the lobby.

The flirting and subtle touchiness only grew from there. At dinner, the two girls always found a way to touch one another. The wine started flowing, and their personal space started to disappear. Once they finished up, the wedding party gathered in the van to head towards the club. Azzi sits in a window seat, and Paige quickly slides in next to her, immediately putting her arm around her back like it was the most natural thing in the world. And honestly? It was.

Azzi found herself shifting closer and inching her hand towards Paige’s thigh. It was intoxicating to experience Paige’s reactions. Once they made it inside the club, they found their private group tables and started ordering drinks.

As always, Paige was the life of the party, dancing and singing with everyone. But even then, she made sure always to keep close to Azzi, finding a way to touch her in any way possible. Azzi finished her drink and leaned into the blonde girl, enjoying the comfort she provided.

“I'm gonna get you another drink, okay, pretty girl?” Paige kissed the side of her head and went towards the bar. Azzi was hypnotized by Paige. She found herself watching every move. It was oddly enjoyable to simply take Paige in. That is, until some girl walks right up to her at the bar. Paige is always so friendly to everyone she meets, which Azzi loves, but sometimes she wishes people didn’t feel so comfortable around Paige. The girl is giggling way too hard at something Paige said and leaning in closely. Jealousy takes over Azzi’s body. It’s not even at the girl throwing herself at Paige. It’s that she even can throw herself at Paige, and Azzi isn’t in a place to claim what’s rightfully hers. Thankfully, Paige didn’t pay much attention to the girl. Once she got the drinks, she nodded at the other girl to say goodbye and walked directly towards Azzi before sliding in next to her on the open booth with a toothy smile.

“Miss me, cutie?” Paige says, leaning in to kiss Azzi’s cheek and another, lower one on her jaw.

Azzi takes the drink and immediately takes a sip, trying to hold back everything she wants to say. This proves to not help her at all because she still finds herself questioning the older girl.

“You didn’t seem to miss me.”

“Hm?” Paige is mid-sip and looking very confused.

“Seems like you had plenty of company, that’s all.”

“Watchu talkin’ bout?”

“You had plenty of company up there. No need to come back and sit with me.” Azzi knows she’s being a brat, but she’s too far gone to care.

“The girl that was talkin’ to me? Nah, she’s just some girl that walked up. Not my type anyway.”

Paige acknowledging her type alerts Azzi’s brain to refocus. She is reminded of her conversation with Caroline, in which she pointed out that all the girls Paige dates look similar to Azzi somehow. Azzi can’t help but grin at the opportunity handed to her.

“Hmm, so what is your type?” She leans closer into Paige.

“I think you know my type, Azzi.”

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Their eyes meet, and everything around them fades.

“Alright. I like pretty, athletic girls with beautiful smiles and curly hair.” Paige’s eyes dart down to Azzi’s dimple when she smiles.

“Interesting.”

Paige wrapped her arm around Azzi’s back, pulling her closer. “Interesting, indeed.”

“Hm.” Azzi takes a sip of her cocktail. “Well, it seems like there’s plenty of girls interested in you.”

Paige never takes her eyes off the younger girl. “Like I said, none of them are my type.”

The intensity behind her voice almost feels like a confession, giving Azzi the confidence to push more.

“So what if your type was interested in you. Then what?”

Paige's eyes dilated at the thought of Azzi being interested in her. “Then I’d give her the world if she asked for it,” Paige said as their faces leaned closer and closer together. Her words were so sincere that something inside of Azzi broke. She closed the gap, entering into a heated kiss. Their kiss was almost animalistic, grabbing at each other, trying to get closer. Azzi hooks her leg around Paige’s hips, straddling her, causing Paige to gasp at the forwardness.

Azzi slowly starts grinding into her while keeping eye contact. Paige’s hands gently move down the grip at her hips and begin to push her in harder. However, it’s still not enough. Azzi wants Paige to want her. Every bit of her. She wants her to grab her and make Azzi hers over and over and over again. Azzi starts to grind ever harder, creating a rhythm as she kisses Paige’s neck.

Paige responds by gripping tightly onto Azzi’s hips with a shaky breath. Azzi pulls at her hair to create more access to her neck, but the movement causes Paige to let out a moan. “Azzi.”

Finally, Paige is breaking. Paige is letting Azzi have her. Azzi licks and nips at her neck, keeping the rhythm of her grind into the blonde. Paige starts to move her hands lower on her hips towards her ass, making Azzi regret wearing spandex under her dress.

Paige pulls Azzi back to her mouth, slowing them down by deepening the kiss. Azzi knows her noises would probably embarrass her, but she can’t find it in herself to care when she knows she’s one step closer to having Paige.

Now Paige is the one to move down Azzi’s neck and suck at her pulse causing Azzi to grind down even harder than before and grab tightly onto Paige’s shoulders. Paige is shamelessly licking and kissing her way down Azzi’s neck and cleavage, taking advantage of the low dress.

“Mmm, P. Tell me what you want.” Azzi is well aware that this isn’t the time or place to have this conversation, but all she wants is for Paige to want her.

“I want, I w-want...” Paige’s moan interrupts her sentence, only encouraging Azzi more.

“C'mon, baby, tell me.”

Suddenly, fear and panic crept onto Paige’s face as she started breathing heavily. “W-wait. We can’t do this.” Paige moved her hands off Azzi as if she was caught red-handed for a crime and began to slide out from underneath her before Azzi could fully sit up.

“Wait, Paige! Can we just talk about this?”

Paige’s eyes dart between Azzi’s eyes. “I j-just...I—fuck..” Before Azzi can stop her, Paige turns on her heel, rushing towards the bathroom.

Azzi is done.

She’s done wonderding. Done waiting. Done hoping.

She took a deep breath, fixed her dress, and decided that they were having this conversation whether Paige liked it or not.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Spiral

Bucky Barnes x teacher reader

Warnings: AANGST Arguments, mean Bucky, break up, make up, fluffff

listen, don’t eat me alive for this, I’ve been craving some angst (with a happy ending), the type that makes my chest itch so here we are. If this is too toxic for you and you only live for sunshine and rainbows and perfect communication, then this is not the fic for you. He gets mean because that’s what I wanted. So mean. I wanted to feel physical pain while reading. But then my hamster brain got exhausted to write more groveling. So don’t come at me about “she shouldn’t have taken him back, he should’ve begged and groveled more” He groveled.

You sighed, rubbing sleep away from your eyes, trying to get them to focus on the time on the clock.

2:57 AM

You stretched out some of the kinks from your neck after falling asleep on the couch, reaching for your phone and squinting at the bright screen, all your calls and texts left unanswered. He didn’t respond to one. You sat up hearing the lock click open, some of your anxiety melting away hearing the thud of his bag hit the floor.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah” He toed off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, heading straight for the bedroom without even looking your way, his shoulders heavy from exhaustion. You followed him to your shared bedroom, taking his bag from him and unpacking it while he stripped his clothes off getting ready to take a shower.

“What time did you guys get back?”

“Couple hours ago” He grunted, tossing his clothes into the hamper, heading to the bathroom and clicking the lock shut. You blinked, slightly taken aback by his coldness but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this side before. Bucky had improved a lot with his stress and how he handled missions but ones that involved casualties or hydra would pull him into deep waves of despair, holding him down till he nearly drowned.

You swallowed the uneasiness that crept up your spine; now wasn’t the time to ask him why he hadn’t let you know he was back safe or why he had ignored all your messages. He would have been busy with reports and right now he was drained. You went to grab his Henley and some boxer briefs, laying them out on the bed for him as soon as you heard the water shut off. He emerged out with his towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his short locks while you grabbed his clothes, handing it to him before he went to the closet.

“Here, I already got them out of the closet”

He half mumbled in response, pulling his clothes on and falling into bed, snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t a fan of him sleeping with wet hair, grabbing a dry towel and gently patting his hair as best as you could without waking him. He mumbled something again, pulling the sheet higher on himself and tucking himself further away from you, unbothered with his still semi damp hair. You jolted at the sound of your phone buzzing, Sam’s caller ID lighting up the screen.

“Hey Sam”

“Big guy get home alright?”

“He did, why?”

“Hm” You could hear the hesitation in his voice, “He’s been pretty out of it these past few missions, probably because he’s exhausted. Tony’s told him to sit out a couple of them but he’s there anyway. Stubborn as hell”

“He really is” You shook your head, frowning at his sleeping form. Usually you found his stubbornness endearing but not when it was taking a toll on his health.

“We uh...” Sam paused again, contemplating on if he should tell you his next words, deciding facing Bucky’s wrath would be better than losing him all together. “I know he’ll kick my ass for telling you this but we nearly lost him today”

Your mouth dried up, heart rapidly hammering against your ribcage. You couldn’t get any words out to acknowledge what he’d just said but you heard him loud and clear.

“Oh”

“It’s a lot, I know. Maybe talk to him. He’s getting reckless, it’s going to get him killed. We’ve tried talking to him but you know how-”

“Yeah” You blurted out, your mind now racing along with your heart, your body feeling hot. You could feel your anxiety sky rocket at the thought of Bucky endangering himself, never coming home to you again. The way your bed would feel empty. The way your soul would leave along with him. You couldn’t speak anymore, humming and mumbling the rest of the conversation. “Thanks Sam”

You slipped under the covers, sleep not taking over as easily. Your anxiety at an all time high. Bucky used to text you as soon as he got back. Not a single one of your calls would be left unanswered. Running to you the second the jet landed. He’d never leave your side, taking you into the shower with him and making love to you till the sun came up with endless cuddles afterwards. Even after some of his darkest missions, he’d search for you eventually, seeking your comfort and warmth.

Now?

Nothing.

You groaned hearing the alarm go off, forcing yourself out of bed and going through your routine, getting ready for work and packing your things for the day. Your movements were shaky, the conversation with Sam screaming in your head while you poured some coffee and got started on breakfast. You wanted to scream and cry so badly but you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be a productive conversation when Bucky was like this anyway. You ended up running on autopilot, thinking about the lessons you’d teach for the day, supplies you still had to order for the classroom, the nagging parent that wanted to arrange a meeting after school. Bucky trudged into the kitchen a few minutes after you, setting on a bowl of cereal, his eyes sullen from a lack of proper sleep.

“Can I make something for you?” you tested the waters to gauge his mood though you could see from his face he was still mentally elsewhere. He shook his head, huffing in frustration when the utensil drawer jammed, squeezing his eyes shut to collect himself before trying to open it again.

“Sweetheart, let me get that for you” You set down your things, realizing that his exhausted state made his patience wear thin.

“It’s fine” He tried to push the frustration he felt down, his teeth gritted as spoke, yanking at the drawer once more.

“It’s probably stuck, just pull it slowly-”

“I said I got it”

“But-”

“I’m not one of your fucking students!” He stated louder than necessary, pulling the drawer out with more force than he intended, all the contents inside crashing and clanking to the floor. You yelped in surprise, ignored the shakiness you started to feel coursing through your body, stepping towards Bucky instead, your heart breaking over how lost and worn out he looked.

“Baby I didn’t say that-

“Why the fuck do you treat me like a child then?! Taking out my clothes, drying my hair, making my breakfast, texting and calling 100 times when I’m away. Do I look like I’m incapable of taking care of myself?” He spat, taking a step back from you when you tried to reach out from him, his brows furrowed, blue eyes glaring at you. You couldn’t help but let your anger bubble over, how dare he yell at you when he was the one carelessly putting his life at risk at risk on a daily basis.

“Honestly?!” Your composure started to crumble, your eyes boring into his sleep deprived face, “From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, scoffing while you continued to stare at him. He slammed the drawer shut, not bothering to pick up what had fallen as he started to walk away from the kitchen and back to the bedroom.

“Fuck this, I don’t need this” He shook his head while you followed him, going straight to the closet to grab his duffle bag he took for overnight missions.

“What exactly do you not need” You tried to take a deep breath in, not wanting to upset him more when he wasn’t in a good state of mind.

“You”

Oh.

“I don’t need you or your coddling” He started to grab handfuls of his clothes, shoving them haphazardly in his bag. “It’s suffocating y/n”

You watched him in silence, squeezing your nails into your palms, desperately trying to hold it together while he continued to pack the few belongings he had.

“Having someone constantly nag you about your whereabouts, doubt if you can even take care of your basic needs. Its-it’s just exhausting”

You swallowed away the tightness that constricted your throat, not wanting to aggravate him further even though your own emotions were now thrown for a loop. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t your Bucky.

“James, all you had to do was just tell me you were safe, you used to answer your messages, I worry about y-

“Well don’t! Because I don’t worry about you. Alright? There. That’s why I don’t message”

You wordlessly stared at him, your mouth dry as if you’d swallowed cotton. Your chest felt like you had been hit by a truck, feeling pain on the inside as your heart strings snapped one by one each time he spoke.

“I don’t message because I don’t care. When I come back I just-I just want to be left alone. That's why I spend so much time at the compound after. I don’t exactly feel like rushing home”

You wanted to bite your tongue, walk away but the words were falling from your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Clearly you don’t care! Is that why the fuck you take on so many missions when you’re clearly worn the fuck out? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job” Bucky growled while you willed yourself to not let him see you cry, your eyes betraying you as tears welled in your lash line.

“It’s not doing your job if you’re dead Bucky!” Hot tears were now rolling down your cheeks, any resolve you previously had thrown out the door.

“You don’t know anything” Bucky shook his head, scoffing and pushing past you while you pathetically trailed behind him, unable to stop this train wreck of an argument.

“What?”

He finally turned to face you, dropping his bag in the living room, his sullen eyes daring you to try and stop him from leaving. You were about to open your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“What the fuck do you know y/n, you get to go in every morning, coddle some children for 8 hours, then you come back home, fucking try and do the same shit with me after like you have nothing better to do, too stupid to realize I can take care of myself. Why would I need you? Huh? Tell me” He challenged, the rational side of his brain kicking and screaming at him to stop but he was too far gone, too deprived of everything to stop the venom he was spitting. “I don’t need you. I don’t fucking want you”

“Th-that’s how you feel?” Bucky blinked at the sound of your voice cracking, though his ego and anger at the rest of the world not letting him back down. He shrugged, his stomach now churning over your stoic expression but your eyes giving away how much he was hurting you. “Fine”

You didn’t move a muscle as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Every single fiber in your body wanted to crumble to the floor, wishing it would swallow you whole. You pushed back all the emotions that wanted to crash all over the floor, shakily packing your things up and rushing out the door, hoping your little ones would distract you enough to get through the day.

If anything they made it worse.

Every one one of your students knew something was off, seeing right past the smile you had plastered onto your face, doing your best to appear normal. You fought off tears as your third graders quietly made you cards to make you feel better during their recess time, a few of them even leaving portions of their snack on your desk, hoping it’d make you smile. You avoided reading any of the sweet little notes, knowing you’d break down into sobs if you read them.

As soon as you got home, all your pent up sadness turned into rage. Angry tears streamed down your face as soon as you locked the door shut, the soft scent of home, of your Bucky now made your stomach turn. You hated that the whole place suffocated you with him, pictures of you both, his records and books on the shelves, a Henley on the couch. The kitchen was no better, plums on the counter, his favorite coffee in the cupboard, a Captain America mug still in the sink.

You desperately wanted to shower and crawl into bed but the shared bedroom was the worst of all. You couldn’t stand to be in the space where his clothes were, the sheet still lingering with his soft scent that used to make you feel safe and remind you of home. You didn’t even realize you had broken down into sobs on the floor, all the pent up emotions you had kept in you spilling out all at once.

The last thing you wanted to do was coddle and suffocate Bucky, his words echoing in your head.

I don’t message because I don’t care

What do you know, y/n?

I don’t need you.

I don’t fucking want you.

Fine.

Bucky wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he got home, blinking at the dark house, usually you’d leave at least one light on. He had made it clear he was leaving, he couldn't expect you to be waiting at the front door with open arms. He stood for a moment, wondering if you had perhaps gone to bed early but it was eerily quiet. He didn’t like the cold silence that greeted him, it didn’t take him long to realize you weren’t there.

Yet there was an inkling of hope that maybe. Just maybe you were somewhere around.

“Y/n?”

Nothing.

He made his way right to the bedroom, only to be met with more cold silence. Bucky’s mind swirled, regret, guilt and shame constricting his neck once again. As soon as he had walked out, he wanted nothing more than to run back into the house and take it all back, tell you he didn’t mean a word of what he said. He wanted to scoop you in his arms and beg for forgiveness and shower you with love for the way you cared about him so much. He let his feet carry him away instead, not being able to think straight, frustration and pain feeding the caged monster he unleased on you.

The last person that deserved it.

Where had you gone?

Did it matter?

He paced around the room; none of your things were out of place but it was too late for you to have gone on a walk or to grab food. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, feeling nothing but disgust with himself, the image of your sweet fallen face burned in his mind. How could he push away the one person who cared enough to take care of him so tenderly. So gently. So lovingly.

And to say he didn’t care? Or worry?

How could he let those words fall from his lips when you were the reason he stayed alive. It took everything in him to not smash the first thing that came into his hand, of all the reckless and careless things he had done in this life, this was the worst. This hurt more than anything Hydra had put him though. He almost wished they’d take him away again, wipe his memories, wipe away the sound of your voice cracking, wipe away the way you’d softly call for him. Wipe away the feel of your soft hands touching him and soothing him when he couldn't sleep-

Wipe everything away because he was selfish.

Unable to exist with he guilt of knowing he’d hurt you so much.

His hands were working faster than his brain could comprehend, calling the first person he could think of, desperate to know you were at least okay and alive before he purged the city to look for you.

“Nat-”

“She’s here” Nat deadpanned, cutting the call immediately after. He knew by her tone of voice, there would be no point in trying to call back. He had no right to see you. No right to come and ask for you to come back. He had no right for anything yet he had already broken off into a sprint. He made it very clear he didn’t want you, very clear you meant nothing, very clear he was the most fucked up idiot in the world, completely undeserving of your love.

But he was selfish.

He loved you.

Bucky didn’t waste a second, hopping onto his motorbike and speeding off to the compound, bounding to the elevators and immediately to Nat’s door. He barely raised his hand to knock, the red head reluctantly opening the door to a disheveled Bucky.

“She doesn’t want to see you”

“Nat, please-

“Barnes. She doesn’t want to see you” She threw in with a shrug, her green eyes challenging him to argue back.

“I want to see her” His voice was small, hopeful, only to be met with a scoff and eyeroll, the assassin stepping out of the room and gently shutting the door behind her.

“So you can tell her you don’t want her?” Nat crossed her arms while Bucky felt his insides crumble more, his own words taunting him.

“She told you?”

“Not much because even now, she’s more worried about you instead of how you treated her” Nat glared at the super solider as he hung his head, knowing damn well he had already been spiraling for weeks, his explosion a result of pent up pain and stress left undealt with. “Y’know you could’ve lost it on one of us but not her, she’s always been there for you in ways no one else could”

Bucky felt his throat tighten, unable to get any words out as he silently nodded and made his way to a different floor to sleep in a guest room. Of course he didn’t sleep, tears staining the pillow, struggling to keep his sobs down. He spent the rest of the night all the way till morning pacing up and down the hall instead, waiting for you to wake up, ignoring the glare Nat gave him when she saw him sitting on the floor outside of her room. As soon as the door clicked open again, Bucky scrambled to his feet, rushing to your side.

“Y/n-

“Don’t”

You couldn’t bare to look at him, turning on your heel with your bag slung over your shoulder. Bucky reached for your wrist, weakly grasping it, the undeserving inkling of hope he had slowly dissolving when he felt your muscles tense.

“I’m sor-

“I said don’t. I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head, tugging your hand away and continuing down the hall while Bucky trailed behind you like a puppy.

“Angel, angel please wait!” He caught up with you, moving to block your path, but you shoved his chest, pushing him aside, gritting you teeth together till you made it outside. You would not let him see you break twice.

“No”

“Angel, I-I need-”

“You made it very clear you don’t need much. I’m not something you need” You cut him off before he could finish, unable to shake off the way the words he cut you deep, tangled around you like barbed wire. Your words cut him right back, his chest filling with even more guilt and regret.

“That’s not true baby” His voice trembled, looking at your tear stained cheeks and puffy face. He’d never forgive himself over the pain he’d caused you, itching to pull you in his arms but how could he when he made you cry in the first place.

“Don’t call me that” You scoffed, feeling your throat tighten, your vision cloudy with fresh tears. You kept your eyes trained towards the elevator, hoping to escape before the damn broke.

“But you are”

“No, I’m not” You shook your head, “You can get the rest of your things today, you won’t have to worry about not rushing home anymore” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, dashing towards the doors as soon as they opened and striding through the compound till you got to your car. The skin on your knuckles was pulled tight as you gripped the steering wheel, breathing slowly till you got home. Everything came crashing down again as soon as you were back in your room; it wouldn’t have hurt this much if you didn’t actually love him

But you did.

Bucky looked defeated as the elevator doors closed, his heart breaking further when you didn’t spare him a second glance. He didn’t bother wiping away the tears that were now streaming down his face as he made his way back to the guest room, ignoring Steve’s concerned glance and slamming the door shut. As expected, there was a knock at the door moments later, blond hair and blue eyes peering inside, unbothered by the death glare Bucky was shooting him.

“You did something” He cocked an eyebrow, looking at his bestfriends guilt ridden face, staring at his feet like an admonished child. Bucky chewed at his lip, figuring there was no point in lying at this point, if anything he deserved the scolding he’d inevitably get.

“I messed up”

“That would appear so” Steve nodded, urging him to continue.

“I said a lot of things”

“You should apologize”

“I can’t apologize for the things I said” Bucky shook his head, his voice trembling again, “I-I can’t just say sorry. It’s been weeks. Weeks of giving her shit. This just- it was too much. Y-you should have seen her face Steve”

Steve remained silent, letting him continue.

“Fuck- I-, y’know she goes as far as drying my hair if I try to sleep while its still damp? Even when it’s late? and she has work the next morning”

“And the problem is? She always takes care of you, I’ve seen it myself”

Bucky scoffed at himself, shaking his head while fidgeting with his hands.

What was his problem.

He had a girl that actually gave a fuck about him, wanting to know if he was safe and loving him enough to take care of him even when he was broken.

“I got mad at her for it” His voice was a whisper, dripping in shame, “She’d waited for me to get home, took care of me and I yelled at her”

“Explain” Steve didn’t like where the conversation was going but he wasn’t about to let Bucky off the hook without finding out exactly what happened. “All of it”

“I-I was tired. I got frustrated when a drawer got stuck and lashed out on her and told her I didn’t want her. Didn’t need her. Had no interest in seeing her. It had already been a long time of me just not seeing or talking to her properly in general”

“Bucky”

“I know” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Steve’s face. “and a lot of other shit. And I can’t take it back”

“No, you can’t” Steve agreed, much to Bucky’s discontent but again, his best friend wouldn’t lie and he had brought this all on himself. “You actually care about her?”

“I fucking love her” Bucky’s eyes shot up, full confidence in his voice, he, without a single doubt in his soul, loved you completely.

“Then give her time. You hurt her, Buck”

Bucky nodded, hating that he had no choice now but to wait. He quietly collected his things while you were at work, not wanting to torment you further.

You hadn’t spoken to Bucky for weeks. Every time your missed him, thought about him, picked up your phone to call and check on him, you remembered what he told you.

He didn’t want you.

You downed another drink, staying tucked away at a booth while Natasha and Wanda went off dancing, the both of them dragging out out of the house, insisting you had to get out. Even after the break up, they remained close to you. No amount of make up could cover the puffiness and redness of your eyes or mask the way your voice was stuffy from nights of crying to sleep but there you were. On your third glass.

“Someone looks happy to be here”

Your eyes searched the crowd for the familiar voice, eventually landing on Sam, his eyebrows playfully wiggling as he slid into your booth. You relaxed when you saw he hadn’t come with Bucky but you knew based off his face, there was something on his mind.

“I think you both should talk”

There it is.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You shrugged, swirling your drink around with your straw while Sam sighed.

“You’re both miserable”

“I made him miserable” You countered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers instead.

“You know that’s not true-” Sam started but the scoff you let out let him know that was a pointless road to go down, “Okay fine. Things weren’t great. But it was an abrupt end and he’s been kicking himself and you don’t look like you’re doing so hot either sweetheart”

“Thanks” You deadpanned while he grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“He’s really trying for you, y/n” Sam said softly, the playfulness in his voice replaced with sincerity.

“What do you mean?”

“Talk to him”

You spent the rest of the week contemplating what Sam said but every time you picked up your phone, you dropped it again. You messages would probably be ignored and he likely hated you even more. Which is why you were curled up on the couch, trying not to think about him, having a night for yourself, hoping not to be tempted with your phone though a soft thump at the door pulled you away from the story. You set down the book you were reading, growing nervous when you heard the sound again. You were sure you were just hearing things but this time it was more clear. The second knock at the door made you blink, curious to know who would come by at this time.

“Bucky?” You gasped, surprised to find him standing on the other side, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, the stems nearly crushed from how nervous he was, “What-what are you doing here?”

“It’s-fuck, it’s been hell sweets” Bucky whispered, his knees already ready to give way, the smell of home, the sight of you, all making him feel overwhelmed. “Hell knowing I hurt you”

You stepped aside to let him in, not wanting to keep him in the hallway. Bucky stayed rooted in place on the welcome mat, not wanting to cross a boundary if you didn’t want him there. He hesitantly came in when you gave him a small nod, his movements shaky as he toed his boots off and followed you to the living room, the both of you standing in silence.

“You said you didn’t want me” You kept your eyes trained on your feet, tears already threatening to spill over, you could feel the warmth of his body with how close he was, smell the scent of his laundry detergent, his cologne, the leather of his jacket.

“How could I not want you sweets, you’re one of the reasons I’m alive-”

“Didn’t seem that way”

“I know baby, but-”

“Don’t call me that James” You shook your head, your heart twisting hearing his pleading voice, the sweet names he had for you making you weak.

“No” Bucky shook his head as he felt his stomach drop at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, he despised it, hated it, “ m’not James, m’your Bucky, your Jamie, your baby, please-”

“You’re not a lot of things” You tried to keep your voice steady but it was already beginning to crack, your nails digging into your palms to keep from pulling him into you when he stepped closer.

“I’m sorry”

You remained silent, swallowing the lump that made your throat tighter, your vision blurry.

“I’m so sorry doll, please?”

You could hear the quiver in his voice, now barely a whisper, the sniffle between his words making your lip tremble.

“Please?”

The soft sob that slipped past your lips at his pleading voice broke Bucky, his legs giving way, desperate to take away everything he did to hurt you. He was on his knees, his face buried in your tummy, his tears soaking your shirt. His cries were muffled as he tried to burry his face in further, desperately clinging onto you while you hesitantly brought a hand to card through his hair.

“Why” You still felt like you had so many things left unanswered.

“It was never you baby” Bucky kept himself hidden from you, his arms hugging you tightly while continuing to rest against your stomach. “I-I kept everything inside and it spilled onto you, I don’t have the words- M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish because I want you, I want to love you, I want everything you give me, I miss you, I missed you, I shouldn’t have walked out, m’sorry”

You hummed, petting his hair softly, the simple action causing him to feel even more emotional.

“Please, wanna be your Bucky, please, I’m sorry doll” He nervously tilted his face up, his chin still pressed against your stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks. You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek, which he instantly leaned into, your thumb swiping away his tears.

“I-I’m scared” You said truthfully, every single fiber in your body wanting to pick him up and cling onto him forever but you were nervous. He walked out once...

“I’ll give you all the space you need. Just please give me another chance, it doesn’t have to be today or soon, just- I promise I’ll do better doll”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to pull him to his feet, letting him sit on the couch with you. Bucky placed the flowers he was till clutching onto on the coffee table before sitting beside you, mindful to keep some space in between.

“I-I told Tony to pull me out of missions”

“What?”

Bucky nodded with a small smile, it was the first thing he did when he realized he had to take care of himself first before coming back to you. You’d done enough of picking up his broken pieces.

“The missions weren’t good for me. Too many, a lot of them triggering. I needed to pull back but I kept going. Didn’t stop until I ended up hurting you. Figured it was time I spoke up. Even started to see a therapist”

“You did?” You couldn’t help but inch closer to him, knowing exactly how much he struggled with opening up.

“I did it for me so I could be better for you” Bucky stated honestly; he made the choice to better himself because that’s what you deserved. “You don’t have to take me back right away-

“Come back home” You whispered, meeting his eyes with your teary ones, you’d take it slow if you had to but you wanted to do it with him by your side.

“Are you sure?” Bucky’s heart hammered out of his chest, not wanting to get his hopes up or make you feel like he was pressuring you, “I’ll wait if you need more time-”

“Come back home” You cut him off, biting your lip to keep from crying again, clawing into his lap, his arms engulfing you into a tight hug while you clung onto him, burying your face into his neck. He smelled like love, home, your heart. The feel of his arms wrapped around you made you feel safe and whole again.

“Come home, Bucky” You hugged him tighter while he pulled away, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“Bucky?” He whispered, having missed the way his name sounded, the softness of your voice, the way you fit with him.

“My Bucky” You nodded, letting your forehead rest against his, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

“Jamie?”

“My Jamie”

“Baby”

“My baby”

“M’never leaving again, angel”

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billskeis · 1 year ago

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Hello!

I wanted to ask if it's possible that you write double smut with bill and tom? Like, they share her? At the same time, of course ��

Thank you.

ᡣ𐭩 the kaulitz twin’s after-party “party”

“hey y/n! glad you could make it!” bill exclaimed as the two of you exchanged kisses on each side of the cheek, “thank you guys for inviting me!! ‘nd congrats on the awards, i’m so proud of you guys, hi tom!” you reach out an arm to hug the older twin, his arm wrapped around your waist lingering tightly, and longer than expected.

a smirk frames his face, “lookin’ good tonight,” you playfully spin around in your dress as you blush at his flirts, “oh you, you know i had to; couldn’t show down for my two best friends!”

and that’s what you guys would call it. best friends. you were there when tokio hotel weren’t tokio hotel. devilish, black question mark. since the beginning of time, you supported the four on their rockstar journey whilst also venturing yours. being one of the top soloists right now, tokio hotel and you were a hit! however, what comes with being so close with the twins, comes unwarranted feelings.

the twins eyed you up and down, and eyes just had to linger a little longer than they should’ve to where you’d noticed. cheeks flushed. you stood there in a little tight number, standing tall with your red black pumps.

adjusting themselves, bill clears his throat whilst tom adjusts his t-shirt collar, is it getting hot in here? you can’t help but look down at your heels, feeling small between the kaulitz twins that tower each one of your sides.

“so uh, y/n, you.. busy after this?” tom asks, your eyes widen at the sudden question. what could they possibly want to do after their after party? you were hoping to just go home and rest, considering your busy schedule that consumed most of your social life, but staying up a little later couldn’t hurt right? you take a swig of your alcoholic beverage as you smile, “nope! wanna do something?”

mischievous. as one would call it, the look on their faces. you, oblivious, were not aware of their intentions behind such a question. maybe you weren’t smarter than you looked, or perhaps you were. but you definitely didn’t have any social cues when it came to men. tom wrapped an arm around your waist yet again, you let it rest there. it’s a friendly gesture, to protect you from other men of course!

that was half true.

“let’s go to ours, we have better drinks there,” bill suggests.

that was a total lie.

“but what about the after party?” you cocked your head to the side in genuine curiosity. why would the twins leave their own party that they hosted for their band? odd, you thought, but because it wasn’t your party to begin with and you were JUST a guest, there was no point in further questioning it.

“don’t worry about it, georg and gustav are handling it, see?” as tom points towards the crowd to find double g gyrating with one another and some fans.

you laugh, not realizing that the two of them now have you enclosed even closer between them. as tom’s arm still remains, bill’s hand adorns your shoulder.

“shall we?” he asks.

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“i—um—fuck! we.. shouldn’t be doing t-this..” saying that aloud sounds stupid, because how could anybody believe you while you slam your hips down onto tom’s lap, bill’s lips attached to your neck as he paints your neck with various shades of blue, reds and purple.

tom groans as your silky walls clench down on his length, tip hitting your g spot as you wince out in pleasure, “relax baby, paparazzi didn’t follow us back so you have nothing to worry about,” bill unlatches his mouth from your neck, a string of saliva remaining as he giggles looking at the state he’s left your upper body in.

“perfect,” a pleased hum emits from bill as he frees his hard-on from his boxers, whining as the cold air hits his throbbing and needy member.

with a shudder, bill guides one of your hands to the head of his tip, smearing the pre all over the sensitive mushroom head as you work your way up and down his cock.

“oh fuck, just like that..” bill placing his hand over yours in an aid to jerk him off as he would himself, kissing atop of your mouth as his tongue piercing glides over your oral cavity, feeling every nook and cranny of your mouth that has you gasping for more. with a lack of attention, tom pouts as you prioritize bill over him. tilting his pelvis, tom jerks his hips into yours, abusing your walls at a new angle that ends up deepening your kiss with bill, squeezing the head of his cock, “mmphh!”

“tom. be nice.”

“she can handle it, right y/n? you can handle this dick..” tom says with a low chuckle.

melting into the kiss, both you and bill ellicit sweet little cries to one another, “i did it ‘cause i wanted more attention, schatz,” you hear from behind you. as you break the kiss between you and bill turning your head to face the figure you rode, that looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

your cunt is already sensitive, it’s been about two hours since you’ve guys began, well, this. you really wondered how you got yourself into such a mess. maybe it was the way that tom’s little movements on you had your knees buckling, or the way that bill’s smile warmed your heart. you think to yourself, you’re just friends. juuuust friends.

friends don’t do the things you’re doing.

while getting off of tom’s lap, you position yourself onto bill’s, cunt already leaking onto his member and wasting no time and sliding down on his length. bill grips balls of sheets into his fists as he restrains himself from taking you all for himself, “oh gott, y-y/n,” his mouth hanging low as he lets out a strained sob from how sensitive he is. you’re warm, and still tight, and bill can’t help but feel as though he’s in heaven.

tom is still and watches with wide eyes as he soon realizes your mouth engulfs his dick, tongue swirling over his tip as you messily spit and drool saliva all over his cock, “damn.. you little minx, didn’t think ya’d be into this,” holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, using his opposite to pet the top of your head, bobbing up and down.

bill hands hold each side of your ass as he guides your hips up and down his cock, biting his lip as he gasps from how greedily your pussy swallows his cock, “such a slut huh? like the way we take you at the same time.. one cock wasn’t enough, you needed two?” be nice, he said. fucking hypocrite. his dirty words are mean, but have an inverse impact on you as your cunt tightens around him along with a moan vibrating in your throat, tom curses, “oh fuck ‘m not gonna last long..”

tom does everything in his power to hold himself from fucking his hips into your mouth, but it also isn’t helpful considering the fact that bill’s thrusts from behind pushes tom further down your throat. “shitshitshit, bill.. ya close?” “m-mmhm..”

like a pig roasted on a spit, like the slut you truly are, holes fucked by your two best friends, your hips and mouth stutter to escape both ends.

“gonna cum sweet girl?” tom asks as he cups your cheek with one hand, thumb swiping over the tears that spill from the ongoing pleasure that surges through your body. both twins are close as well, eager to finish as there’s an unrelenting tempo to bill’s thrusts and tom hastily working his hands on your head in guiding your mouth, fully savouring his taste.

“coming..!”

one quick thrust all at once, you slightly gag on tom and tense your body as the three of you came simultaneously, shaky and trembling. cum paints your insides from opposite ends, filling you to the brim as electricity jolts from the inside out. as bill and tom empty their loads, they finally let out, you’ve managed to swallow all of tom’s, but bill’s seeps from between your legs.

quickly, bill shoves his fingers into your cunt, leaving them there as you wail, ‘b-bill!’ overstimulated, he scoffs jokingly, letting out a quick ‘what?’ as he then removes his fingers admiring his cream-pie.

laying flat on the bed, your body slightly twitches from the lingering pleasure. tom reaches out to hand you a water-bottle as bill uses a warm washcloth to clean you up. thanking the two, both join you in the king-sized bed for a long needed cuddle session.

now let’s just say, the media has found a new scoop on their new hit rockstars.

but you’ll deal with that tomorrow morning!

guys am losinggg my mind i miss my moots i missed my passion for writing i miss thriving :c lmk if i suck i’ll do better

interact if ur still active , pls </3 pls comment and talk 2 me i wanna be more engaging

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forever-rogue · 1 year ago

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you asked for fallout request, so here i am, eagerly writing this…

i’ve been craving a cooper howard x reader oneshot where him and the reader are navigating through life in their own way. maybe a run in with tricky people?? angst?? fluff??? it’s up to you best friend. THANK YOU!!!

AN | Alright, let’s goooo. First go around with Cooper and we had to go with some fluff because that is my specialty. I’ve loved Fallout for a long time and I love the show too❤️

Pairing | Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader

Warnings | language; gun violence

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main

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You weren't sure if you'd call yourselves friends.

More like…an unwitting duo of sorts. Unwitting on your end more than anything.

You'd promised him that you absolutely didn't need company or anyone to assist you. He'd insisted that the only way he'd let you go on your own was over his dead body. You'd contemplated that idea for a few moments. Given his reputation, you decided not to push him too much.

The realization that he was a stubborn old man who wasn't going to change his mind was the only reason he was still next to you. Begrudgingly, mind you.

“How much further, darlin’?” His deep voice cut through your internal monologue and you shot a glare in his direction, “I'm starting to think you're not the best judge of distance.”

“If you're just going to complain,” you pointed over your shoulder back to the last town you'd passed through, “you're more than welcome to go back and terrorize that town. I told you that I didn't need you to come with me.”

“And why would I listen to you, huh?” He rolled his eyes lightly as you scoffed, “you'd be dead before the sun went down, sweetheart.”

“So what?” You turned on your heel, walking backwards so you could face him, “why do you care?! You don't even like me!”

“Contrary to what you believe, I do have somewhat of a conscience,” his voice was gruff but somewhat soft, “and if I let you go and then heard that you were killed, I'd be a little annoyed.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve already saved your life once,” he so sweetly reminded you as you sighed heavily, “and I didn't just save your life so you could go and be killed by someone else.”

“Ain’t that sweet? You’re a modern day prince,” you mocked his twang as his expression refused to shift. It was almost annoying how unfazed he remained the majority of the time, “I had it handled. You happened to come at an inconvenient time.”

“If that's what helps you sleep at night,” he had to fight to hold back a laugh as you turned back around and you marched in front of him, making it a point not to look back at him. He had to be the most infuriating person you'd ever met. He'd had two hundreds years to perfect being annoying and he had done exceedingly well.

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The two of you had been traveling together for a number of days. You'd managed not to kill each other, luckily, but otherwise things had remained mostly the same. Silence, and if it wasn’t silence, it'd be harsh words and fast quips.

You didn't hate him - not really. You hated the idea that anyone, let alone a man, believed that you needed help. You'd had things handled and would have kept yourself safe. He'd just happened to come fight when you were in the midst of either killing or getting killed.

He wasn't going to let that go anytime soon. That much you already knew about him.

“It’s cold,” you announced as the two of you made camp for the night. You pulled your jacket tighter around your frame but it was no use, “I’m cold. Can we make a fire?”

“That, princess, is one of the many reasons you need someone out there to keep an eye on you,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost have thought that he was being kind - nice.

“Listen,” you sat down and leaned against one of the trees near the clearing you’d decided to call home for the evening, “I know it’s not exactly safe or the best idea, but I’d rather do that than freeze.”

“It ain’t even that cold,” he mused, stripping off his overcoat and tossing it over to you. You made a sound of surprise, but didn’t hesitate to put it on, “life really was different for you, wasn’t it? I’d say it was almost as easy as those vaulties had it.”

“It wasn’t…” you knew he wasn’t wrong. You’d come from a place of privilege, having been born into a family with wealth, new world wealth anyway, and had it pretty easy for a surface dweller. You’d lived in a large, well stocked and safe home with people around to do your bidding. Those were some of the perks of having a father that was some sort of merchant prince, “it wasn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” he rolled out his bedroll, a bitter laugh escaping him, “sounds like you had nothing to do and everything done for you.”

“I mean…” you trailed off, knowing it was futile to lie to him. He’d known your father after all; Cooper Howard was the one sent to fetch you and return you home once your father had found out you’d run away, “it was…good sometimes. There were a lot of bad times too. But I still know how to do things for myself. I could kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to. I’ve done it before.”

“Huh,” he grabbed a vial and downed it one go, his eyes never leaving your face, “guess that makes you a killer. Just. Like. Me.”

“I did what I had to do,” you swallowed thickly, blinking back tears that threatened to well up. Cooper knew that you had run away, but he didn’t know the full extent of what had happened to cause you to run away, “and we’re here.”

“Tell me what happened,” your eyes snapped to him as you tried to weigh his words in order to see if he was being serious or not. He’d never really taken an interest into your personal life, but you wondered if that was because he genuinely didn’t care or if he’d just created some sort of creed for himself that didn’t allow him to get close to anyone, “what made you run away from your sweet little life, darlin’?”

“Cooper,” you wiped your hands on your thighs and shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. You’d never really said his name before and that caught him off guard, “does it really matter?”

“It’s still buggin’ you, clearly,” he mirrored your position and crossed his arms over his chest, “and we ain’t got nothing but time.”

You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling and looking at the sky. You could feel his attention still focused on you, “my father told me that there was a man I was going to marry. I told him no and he told me that I didn’t have a choice. Said man found me shortly before the wedding was supposed to happen and he…he tried to…”

You paused for a moment, wiping away the tears that had unwittingly rolled down your cheeks. Cooper’s gaze had darkened but he was still watching; the expression on his face looked like he was ready to commit murder.

“He didn’t get a chance to do anything,” you said softly, “I killed him before he could. But he managed to get me a little bit when he was trying to fight me off. That’s why I had a black eye and all the bruises.”

“Darlin’-”

“I didn’t hesitate, Coop,” your expression steeled as you looked him in the eyes, “and I won’t hesitate now. A man will never tell me what to do. And I don’t need anyone thinking I need someone to protect me.”

Cooper had been listening with rapt attention, his mind already thinking of the things he could do to your father. Bringing you back to him definitely wasn’t one of those things. He’d made up his mind about that almost the moment he’d met you. You’d been sporting a black eye and cut lip, dried blood caked on your hands and arms. He was smart enough to put two and two together.

“For what it’s worth,” he looked back at you with the gentlest expression you’d seen on him, “I’m sorry for what you had to go through. Those are not men, those are monsters.”

“And you’re going to bring me right back to him,” it was a question presented as a statement. You weren’t entirely sure what his plan with you was; you’d been scared to ask. But he also wasn’t hadn’t mentioned a word of bringing you back to your father, “aren’t you?”

“I ain’t bringing you back,” he admitted and you couldn’t keep the surprise off your face, “I never was. I’ve been around a long time, little girl. I know what your father is. I figured it was a better option for me to find you than someone else.”

“You’re not?” you hated how small your voice sounded; how you almost sounded scared. In a way you were. Scared of going back to the place that you hated and would surely make sure you suffered, but you were also scared of forging a new path. You didn’t really know where you were going or what you were going to, “really?”

“On one condition,” of course. You waved your hand, motioning for him to go, “you admit that you have no clue where we’re going and we’ve basically been making this hell of a trek for no real reason.”

You tried to look serious for a moment, but you couldn’t help but start to laugh at how well he could already read you. Cooper was so taken aback by the soft, sweet sound that he couldn’t help the smile that tugged up the corners of his mouth. When you managed to catch your breath, you looked at him and cocked your head to the side, “I have no clue where we’re going and we’ve been making this hell of a trek for no real reason.”

“Honesty,” he pulled one of his knees toward his chest and drummed his fingers on it, “it’s refreshing. You’re gonna be alright, kid.”

“There’s a place,” you murmured after a few moments of silence, “that my mom told me about when I was little. She made it sound like this magical place. I guess really, that’s where I want to go.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Cooper said, “but magical places don’t really exist. They never really did.”

“I know,” you admitted softly, “it just seemed like that when I was young. She died a long time ago, but I’d always think about that place, going there someday. She said it was west - just go west and you’ll know when you’re there.”

“Hmm,” he nodded and paused for a moment before getting up and grabbing some nearby sticks and bringing them to the center of the clearing. He started making a fire before you could even question him, “if it draws anything out, I’m sure we can handle it.”

“Thanks Coop,” you watched him work, an odd feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Once the fire was going, he settled down near you, “Cooper?”

“Hmm?”

“We are going west, right?” your question caused him to chuckle before he reached into his pocket and pulled something small out that he passed over you. It was a small silver compass worn and weathered just like him.

“I’m sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but we’ve been goin’ east for the last couple of days,” he shrugged as you groaned at yourself. At least you didn’t have anywhere to be at any particular time, “had I know we’ve been searching for a magical place, I could have told you we were going the wrong way.”

“I guess I’m not as handy as I thought,” you grumbled to yourself, clutching the compass tightly in your hand, “you know you don’t have to come, right?”

“I know,” he nodded, “you think anyone could force me to do something against my will, you don’t know me at all, sugar. Now stop your yapping and get some rest. We’ll start heading west at sunrise.”

You paused for a moment, pulling his coat tighter around you, “thanks, Coop.”

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The next couple of days of trekking passed in relative peace. The two of you were now making your way west for whatever magical place your mom had made you dream of you. You weren’t sure why Cooper was still with you, but you weren’t about to complain. He provided some decent company since you’d had your little heart to heart, but he owed you nothing. You weren’t exactly complaining; he was the closest thing to a friend you’d had in a long time.

But, as things would have it in the wasteland, life threw a wrench in your plans. A wrench in the form of two raiders that definitely weren’t looking to get chummy.

“Ugh,” you groaned as the two figures approached from a distance. The two of you were outside of a saloon, trying to decide whether to keep pressing on for the evening or staying put and turning in. Cooper followed your line of sight and made a sign of annoyance, “why do I feel like they’re going to make trouble?”

“Well, darlin’, that’s because they’re about to make trouble,” he touched the brim of his hat and pulled it further down.

“Look who it is,” one of the men sneered at the two of you. He looked about as unfriendly as they came, “the Ghoul of the hour and his little bounty.”

“We heard you were having some trouble delivering her back home,” his partner came up and eyed you without shame. He looked disgusting with greasy hair and rotting teeth, a sinister expression on his face, “so we came to take over.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you spit at him, reaching for the dagger that was at your side. You felt Cooper reach for your hand and gently squeeze it in order to stop you from making any rash moves.

“What this charming sweetheart means is that she is not going back with you,” Cooper smirked at them, “so you can run along now.”

“Fucking Ghoul,” the first man snarled at him, “you couldn’t even do your job. Turn the bitch over and we’ll let you go alive…or whatever the hell you are.”

“You can go back to my father and tell him that he can go fuck himself too,” you hissed, blood boiling with sheer annoyance and anger, “and if you don’t turn around right now-”

“What?” His voice was sticky sweet and filled with vinegar as he smiled at you; both of them had pistols in their hands and that made your stomach churn. They could easily get the jump on you, “you’ll kill me?”

“No,” Cooper pushed you behind him and looked at them with a grin on his face. Of course he’d be enjoying this, “but I will.”

“Why don’t you just-” but the man couldn’t get another word in as the sound of the gunshot rang through the air, causing you to stumble backwards and cover your ears. A second shot rang out within seconds and you saw the other body fall to the ground.

It happened so fast that you couldn’t help the shock that ran through your body, causing you to let you let out a loud sob. You’d seen death before, you’d seen things much worse than before but there was something about the moment that was overwhelming.

Blood spattered the side of the building, causing you to dry heave as you noticed the bits of brain and bone clinging to it. Your ears were still ringing as you tried not to completely lose your grip on reality.

“Hey,” you heard his voice cut through the fog and you felt his hand on your shoulders, helping to keep you steady and upright. You shifted your gaze up and found his eyes concerned, “hey.”

“I-I…” you couldn’t even form a proper sentence as you looked at him, “they…you. You saved me.”

Before he could even respond, you threw your arms around him and held tightly onto him. He was taken aback for a moment before he hugged you back, and you could feel his breath of relief. There was something so good and reassuring about the feel of his arms around you.

“You would have had it handled,” he insisted and you shook your head.

“No,” you looked at him and to your surprise he gently wiped away your tears, “I couldn’t have. I couldn’t have saved myself this time. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, darlin’,” he took your chin in his hand and kept your gaze on his, “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“I do,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and nodded slightly, “I do need you. Don’t go.”

“The only place I’m going is west,” there was that smile again, the one that rarely graced his features. The same one that made your legs feel like jello, “are you comin’?”

“Yes,” you promised, “I’m coming.”

“Well then, we best get goin’ sweetheart,” he glanced over the carnage that he left behind, “before someone else comes to make trouble.”

He checked himself over to make sure he had everything ready to. You missed the feel of his touch almost immediately.

Once he made sure he had everything, he held his hand out to you.

You took it without hesitation.

#cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #fallout #fallout fic #fallout prime #walton goggins

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l0velysmut · 1 year ago

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neteyam x fem!reader x aonung

contains: PURE FILTH!!!! poly relationship, dom!aonung, sub!neteyam, switch!reader, na’vi!reader, oral (neteyam + reader receiving), guided oral, dirty talk, p in v, creampie, cum eating, voyeurism ???, brief hand job, use of Y/N. i think that’s it.

na’vi words: kelku = home , muntxate = wife , muntxatan = husband , yawne = beloved , kuru = neural queue.

wc: 2.8k (holy shit) unedited

a/n: i wrote this while on cloud 9 😭 idk what was going thru my head, my fingers were just typing and now we have this.

“C’mon, be a good girl for me.” Aonung whispered into your ear as Aonung took hold on Neteyams throbbing cock, slapping the tip of his dick on your tongue gently. Even though Neteyam was the one standing up with both you and Aonung on your knees before him, you and Neteyam both knew very well that Aonung was still in charge. He almost always was.

You glance over at Aonung and see him staring at Neteyams tip which rested on your tongue, and you widen your mouth, taking Neteyam’s leaking tip into your mouth. Neteyam exhaled shakily, and Aonung “comforted” him shortly by rubbing his thigh whilst his other hand rested on the back of your head, pressing against the base of your kuru.

Aonung pushes your head further down Neteyams cock, forcing you to take his entire length into your mouth until you gagged. Aonung watched closely in delight as your eyes welled with tears, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, gripping your head tighter so that he could easily push your head back and forth on Neteyam’s cock.

Neteyam looked up at the ceiling of the kelku he and Aonung built together for the three of you with his hands behind his back, trying his best not to cum. He didn’t want to look down because he knew he would cum in an instant at the sight of you, but he also couldn’t handle it if Aonung happened to look up at him with that menacing glare. Aonung took away his privilege of making any noises — this was his punishment for being a brat for the whole day, although at first glance it would’ve seemed like you were being punished from the way Aonung bobbed your head back and forth on Neteyam’s cock roughly.

But no matter how rough Aonung was, he always praised you two unlike Neteyam who only got rough when he was mad and when he got mad, he tended to say mean and harsh things without thinking.

You gag on Neteyam’s cock, trying your best to inhale through your nose as Aonung forced your head. You started slobbering all over the poor man’s dick in such a short time, and you moaned before swallowing to envelop Neteyams cock tighter in your throat.

Neteyam bit his lip as hard as he could to hold back the noises that threatened to spill without permission, drawing a small amount of blood in the process. He huffed and took deep inhales and exhales, trying to calm himself down, but he mindlessly abandoned his past thoughts for a second and accidentally looked down at the sight below him.

He saw you with your hands on both of his thighs, gripping his plush flesh as you gulped and gagged on his cock, looking up at him with hazy eyes that were glossed over with lust. He also saw Aonung staring at the way you sucked his cock intensely, praising you and talking you through it.

“Good girl, Ma’Muntxate. Sucking his cock so well even though he doesn’t deserve it.” Aonung says to you, reaching his free hand down between your thighs, smirking at how wet you were then looking up at Neteyam who stared down with wide eyes.

Aonung stared into Neteyam’s eyes, giving a mocking pout which caused Neteyam to look away and stare at you instead.

You really were stuck in your own world as you slurped his cock down your throat. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, whimpering and whining around his cock as Aonungs fingers toyed with your clit, rolling it between his fingers and pinching whenever you gagged.

“Aonung- Sir! I’m gonna…” Neteyam whined out, beginning to get fidgety as he felt his orgasm approaching, the heat in his lower abdomen growing more and more.

Aonung pulled your head off Neteyam’s cock, causing a surprised choke to leave your lips as you gasp for air, spit dripping down your chin and neck. You lick your lips and look up at Neteyam, but Aonung releases the back of your head to grab your chin to force you to look at him.

You make passionate eye contact with him, and he rubs your slit, drenching his fingers before sinking the tips of two out of three fingers into you, making you gasp and squirm on your knees.

“Been so good for me,” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips, getting a taste of Neteyams cock. “Let’s give our Teyam a show, shall we?”

You don’t say anything, you just grin and look up at Neteyam who’s chest seemed to be heaving as he silently begged for relief. He looked down at you and licked his lips, watching in agony as Aonung fingered you, making you moan and hold onto your other mate. You rolled your hips against Aonungs hand all while looking up at Neteyam who whimpered with tears forming.

Aonungs ears perk up at the noise that leaves the slim man, and his head shoots up to give him a glare. Neteyam gulped and without a second thought, he backed up and sat on the ground just like Aonung wanted. Aonung mentally cursed at his muntxatan for knowing his sexual habits so well, and Aonung nodded his head in approval.

“It’s okay, Tey. Just be good and we’ll give you what you want.” You say, crawling over to be in between Neteyam’s legs. You trail a finger up his pulsing cock, and kiss his lips softly. Neteyam eagerly kissed back, trying to deepen the kiss, but Aonung caught it and pulled you away, laying you down on your back right in between Neteyams legs.

You rest your head on Neteyams thigh as Aonung hovered over you, his hand pressed against your stomach to hold you down.

“Now, you’re gonna watch me fuck our yawne, and you’re not gonna do a single thing about it. No touching yourself, no touching her, no talking. Don’t even make a noise.” Aonung spat harshly at Neteyam who swallowed thickly and watched as Aonung pried his tewng off of his body, revealing his thick girth that leaked heavily of pre-cum. Your metkayina born mate rubbed your clit with his thumb, and then turned to look at Neteyam.

“Do you understand?” Aonung asked, glaring at him.

Neteyam nodded, but he quickly said, “Yes, sir,” because he knew that a simple action wouldn’t be good enough for Aonung.

“Be a good boy for us, okay? We’ll let you cum if you just behave.” You say softly to your mate, slightly feeling bad for him when you looked up and saw his eyes all glossy and lip quivering.

“It’ll be okay-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp when Aonung smacks his tip against your leaking folds to attempt to shut you up.

“Stop sweet talking him or else you won’t be able to cum either.” He warned, curly hair falling over his shoulder as he looked down at you. You nod in understanding, and Neteyam furrowed his hairless brows in frustration when Aonung didn't react to your simple action. If it were him, he would’ve been punished for not using his words.

Neteyam watched as Aonung pushed into you with a groan. You moaned and one of your hands grabbed Neteyams thigh, digging your nails into his flesh.

“Fuck! I’m- ‘Nung!” You moan, already being so close to the finish line due to Aonungs foreplay minutes ago.

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” Aonung leaned down and pressed his lips against your forehead, fucking you deep and slow, stretching you out. At this moment, he wasn’t trying to fuck you dumb, he was making sweet sweet love to you because he knew that it would drive Neteyam crazy and make his head spin as well as yours.

You loved the stretch of Neteyam’s cock, but nothing could compare to the stretch of Aonungs cock. Aonung was much thicker then Neteyam — though Neteyam was longer — and he often had to stay still for a minute when he bottoms out in you to let you adjust.

“Look at her when she cums, forest boy.” Aonung demands, his pace growing faster so that you all could hear how wet you were.

Neteyam is forced to open his eyes and stare down at you as your back arches and you moan out Aonungs name over and over again. Pure euphoria was all Neteyam could see, and his cock twitched at the sight of you creaming all over Aonungs cock while you rest between his legs.

Aonung groans loudly at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him repeatedly, and he brings one of his hands to your mouth, pushing his thumb between your lips and smiling in pleasure when you happily open your mouth to take in his thumb and suckle on it as if it were a cock.

Neteyams hips jerked, causing your head to jerk up as well which alerted Aonung of Neteyams action. Aonungs other hand pressed down on Neteyams thigh, right next to your head.

“Stay still.” Aonung says through gritted teeth as he continues to fuck you. He looks at Neteyam and he almost feels bad for a moment when he sees how vulnerable his muntxatan looked. “I know it’s hard, Teyam, but you’ll live. You’re a strong boy, aren’t you?”

Neteyam nodded quickly. “Yes, yes. ‘M your strong boy.”

“But you’re also hers.” Aonung corrected, tilting his head down to you who wasn’t even paying attention to your mates; you just closed your eyes and was in your own world once again as Aonung fucked you, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Yes, I’m hers.” Neteyam says, nodding again.

“Y’hear that, Ma’Y/N?” Aonung looks down at you, removing his thumb from your mouth, then chuckles. “Course you didn’t.”

“Hm?” You open your eyes and look up at Aonung who smirked down at you. Your gaze shifts to Neteyam, then back to Aonung. “We’re you talking to me?”

“Yes, but it’s okay, baby. Just keep laying there all pretty.” Aonung says to you gently, slowing his pace to grind his hips against you, his pelvis pressing against yours.

You whimper and nod, keeping your eyes open the best you could before they rolled into the back of your head when Aonung gave a particularly hard thrust against that pleasurable gummy spot inside of you.

“Fuck, she feels so good. So warm and tight. Bet you wish you could fuck her.” Aonung glances at Neteyam who bit his lip, then Aonung moans loudly when you clench around him for shits and giggles. “Naughty girl.”

You giggle softly and Aonung can’t help but smile. You look at Neteyam who was looking so desperate and agitated. You could tell he was itching to get some sort of friction as he shifted his hips slightly enough for you to feel it but not enough for Aonung to notice.

“Hmmm, gonna cum inside you. Paint your fucking insides white.” Aonung grunted, practically growling. “Y’gonna let me? Y’gonna let me breed you right in front of our mate? Huh?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please, cum inside me ‘Nung. I need it!” You moan, rolling your hips to push him past his limit.

You hear Neteyams breathing get heavier, and you also hear Aonungs moans get louder and louder.

You loved how he didn’t care about the clan hearing. You loved that he took advantage of his role as Olo’eyktan, knowing that no one could tell him what to do or to be quiet.

One of your arms wraps around Aonungs neck, pulling him in so that he could rub his cheek against your scent glands, and one of your hands rubs Neteyam’s thighs. You sneakily brought your hand to wrap around his cock whilst Aonung didn’t have his eyes on him, and Neteyams jaw fell open, letting out silent moans.

Aonungs hips rutted against you to his hearts content, and his teeth sank into the skin of your shoulder as he smacked his hips against yours one final time.

He released into your with strangled moans and groans, his noises muffled against your skin. You feel his thick cum spurting inside of you, and you nearly came at the stimulation of his warm release. Aonung gripped Neteyams thigh tightly, and his other hand ran up your body to squeeze your tits. Aonung always came a lot in situations like these, so you made sure to comfort him through his orgasm.

Neteyam watches in pleasure between your hand stroking him slowly due to the awkward position you put your hand in to do so, and Aonungs orgasm, but Neteyams whines internally when your hand leaves his weeping cock to run your fingers through Aonungs loose and curly hair. You rub his neck, whispering sweet nothings into Aonungs ear.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Doing so well, baby.” You whisper softly to him, and he whines briefly.

Aonung lifts himself up with shaky arms and closed eyes before opening them to look down at you as he pulls out slowly. His cock seemed never ending as he was pulling out, and when he was finally out, you whimpered at the empty feeling in your stomach.

Aonung sits up and his knees, running his fingers through his hair whilst taking deep breaths. He grabs your hips and moves your body so that Neteyam could get a good view of Aonungs cum leaking out of your pretty pussy.

“Look at all that.” Aonung says, holding your legs open. Neteyam licked his lips, desperately wanting to disobey Aonungs orders and dive right in to the delicious meal on display for him.

“Aonung,” You call out to him, reaching a hand down to his forearm. “He’s been good, shouldn’t he be rewarded? I think he should.”

Neteyam is grateful for you trying to convince Aonung to let him join in on the fun, and he stares at you as you look at Aonung with your beautiful blue puppy eyes. Aonung looks back at you, contemplating in his mind. He can never say no to you when you look so gorgeous, and he growls in aggravation when he decides to oblige.

“I suppose you’re right. He’s been good enough, but don’t forget how he was acting earlier. His attitude is how we got in this position, anyway.” Aonung states and you shake your head.

“I didn’t forget. I just know we all have our bad days, and I think Teyam over here deserves a second chance.” You reply.

“You didn’t hear how he spoke to me.” Aonung argues, but you argue back.

“No, but I know that even you can be a bit mouthy when you’re in a bad mood. Why should his punishment be nothing? Why not everything all at once?” You suggest, gazing into Aonungs eyes. “You won’t talk to him like that again, now will you, Teyam?” You avert your attention to Neteyam who looked like he was about to burst any second.

“Fuck, please, I’ll never speak to you like that again, I promise.” Neteyam cries out, begging Aonung for forgiveness. “I was just in a bad mood, I swear. Just please give me something.”

“C’mon, ‘Nung. Who could say no to a pretty face like that?” You say, and Aonung looks at Neteyam, tracing the darker blue boys jawline softly.

Aonung huffs and takes hold of the back of Neteyams neck, pulling him up and then laying him on his stomach with his face right in front of your leaking pussy.

Neteyams hands go to grab your thighs once he gets a smell of yours and Aonungs scent mixed together, but Aonung growls and snaps, “Keep your hands behind your fucking back.”

Neteyam brings his hands back behind his back, and tries to inch his mouth closer to get a taste.

“Someone’s desperate.” You giggle, teasingly bringing your cunt closer to him.

“You have no idea.” He responds, eyes locked on all the juices that glistened in the dimly lit mauri. His mouth watered seeing Aonungs cum leaking and dripping down your taint and puckered hole, wanting nothing more than to drink it all up.

Aonung shifts to get behind Neteyam, then pushes Neteyams head into your cunt, causing a sharp moan to leave your lips. You’ve never felt Neteyam eat you out like this before, he was so hungry and his tongue worked wonders on your twitching bundle of nerves.

While that was happening, Aonung grabbed Neteyams thin tail which was swishing around and pulled it upwards, the fur on the tip of Neteyam’s tail curling inward to tickle his shoulder blades. Aonung pressed his tip against his aching hole, and Neteyam gasped against your drenched pussy when he felt it.

“Everything all at once, right?” Aonung inquired, looking at you for approval for once throughout the entire night. And when you nodded once feeling Aonungs heavy gaze, the real fun began and the night took a turn for the better.

another a/n: this has to be the longest and probably most interesting smut i’ve ever written. hope y’all enjoy! n don’t be a silent reader cuz if u enjoyed this, i would rlly appreciate it if u liked or reblogged! 🩷🩷🩷

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sillylittlespam · 1 month ago

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love is a gentle thing!

percy jackson x daughter of hecate!fem!reader ( childhood friends/crushes to enemies to lovers , SLOW BURN , ANGST , multi-chapter series )

summary : percy stands up for (y/n) after some kids bully her (set sometime after the sea of monsters!)

AUTHORS NOTE : this is a part of my witch&bambi au, aka my “she’s got, she’s got away” series aka my “the subway” series, and it is not the first post from this au! check out this link for everything !!

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“Jesus, Witch, what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” the way (y/n) almost took off Percy’s head with her sword said otherwise.

Standing back up once the danger had subsided, Percy was still for a moment. His own sword blade-down sat in the grass, its position similar to that of a shorter walking stick. His head tilted in a way that let (y/n) know he was deep in thought, most likely analyzing her stiff posture. She quickly dropped her raised shoulders, but that only made his eyes narrow even further.

“Can we just keep training?” she asked, feeling the tightness in her chest begin to creep into her throat, “I almost got you with that move.”

“No you didn’t,” Percy wasn’t even trying to be funny. (y/n)’s swing had only thrown him off because he wasn’t prepared to actually have to defend himself. In a real battle, he knew exactly how to handle a move like that, but he didn’t want to hurt her during their training, “I’m serious, (y/n), what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Drop it,” her shoulders were halfway to her chin again, but Percy decided to go with it.

He brought his sword up once more, holding eye contact, “Okay. Then let’s go again.”

So they did. (y/n)’s jagged, almost wild sword motions seemed especially odd next to Percy’s smooth, controlled swings. Every time she tried to attack, he blocked it with enough ease to irritate her. Any time he made a slight attempt to do the same, she was quick to hit his sword down.

To anyone around them, as well as the two in battle, the situation was embarrassingly obvious. (y/n) didn’t know what she was doing, and Percy, the best swordsman at camp, was going easy on her.

No longer than a minute later, (y/n)’s arms stopped moving, and Percy, surprised at the sudden switch up, tripped over himself in order to prevent his sword from slicing down her abdomen. (y/n) dropped her sword in the dirt, turning her back on Percy and walking away.

Percy was very familiar with the feeling of confusion. After a year of being involved with Camp Half-Blood, he had accepted the fact that he didn’t know a lot of things, especially in the world of Greek mythology.

However, this wasn’t a Greek mythology related issue. At least, he didn’t think it was.

The sound of laughter earned his attention, and he turned his head to find a group of campers watching (y/n) stomp off the field. Their various swords and daggers let Percy know they were training too, but he still frowned. The way they were snickering to each other, their eyes filled with humor at the sight of (y/n)’s frustration, it was something Percy was also familiar with.

He shot a quick glance at the direction (y/n) went, before approaching the group. Other than his tense jaw, he seemed perfectly casual.

“Hey,” he greeted, unable to keep the anger out of his voice, “What’s so funny?”

He was met with wide eyes. The group consisted of five campers from about four different cabins. He didn’t know any of their names, and frankly he had never seen any of them around before. But the neon orange t-shirts that three out of the five group members wore confirmed their residency.

“Nothing!” The girl with short pink hair and wide blue eyes, who Percy decided was the ringleader, sounded surprised. She exchanged a wide-eyed look of panic with the brunette girl and blond boy by her sides that made Percy’s eyes narrow.

“Then what the hell are you laughing at?” At first he had been worried that he was overreacting, but after watching the guilty looks that appeared on their faces as he confronted them, his suspicions were confirmed.

“We just-“ the brunet guy on the end stopped after the blonde girl shoved her elbow into his side. He gently shoulder checked her before continuing, “We just thought it was funny how the Wicked Witch walks around camp all high and mighty but can’t even use a sword.”

Percy stepped forward, his jaw clenching so hard he didn’t notice the way the four other campers stepped away from him, with the exception of the brown haired doofus who continued talking, “What did you just call her?”

“Wes, shut up,” the blonde girl whispered frantically.

“The Wicked Witch?” the guy, Wes, smirked, choosing to ignore his friend. His tone was far too casual for the threat that stood before him, “You get it? Because she’s evil, just like that daughter of Hecate from-“

“You shut your goddamn mouth,” with a flick of his wrist, Percy sent the guy’s sword clattering to the ground. He held up his own, pressing the tip of the blade into Wes’ chest, and the dark haired boy’s smirk faltered as he looked up at Percy’s furious eyes, “I don’t want to hear about you talking to or about (y/n) ever again. You got it?”

“Yeah, man, chill,” Wes’ eyes widened as Percy applied more pressure to his chest, “I got it. It was just a joke-“

“No more joking,” Percy let the sword fall to his side, stopping for a moment to pick up Wes’ sword from the ground. It was well balanced, and had a nice blade. He turned his attention to Wes’ four other friends, who eyed him nervously, “That goes for you all as well.”

All he received was a few frantic nods.

His hard green eyes scanned over the faces of the five individuals before him, taking a few seconds to memorize each of their faces. Then he walked away, following the path he recalled (y/n) had taken. He chose to ignore the objections of Wes, whose sword he had just stolen.

It didn’t take him long to find (y/n), he knew where she would be.

There was a specific part of the Camp’s woods that people avoided, and that was because it was populated with yew trees. Yew trees were extremely poisonous to the touch to everyone, except apparently for children of Hecate. It made a bit of sense, since the yew tree was sacred to the goddess.

Whenever (y/n) needed a break from the other campers, she came to this part of the woods. There was a particularly large tree that she liked to make herself comfortable in the trunk, since the roots allowed for her to lean against as she pleased.

“Hey, Witch,” he kept his voice soft once he found her, exactly where he knew he would. He would have been there faster, but he had to take care not to accidentally brush up against any of the other trees in the forest.

He lingered a bit behind her, a way to let her know that he would leave if she didn’t want him there. The anticipation buzzed in his skin, his eyes trained in the back of her head.

“It’s not that I care what they think,” she started, and Percy ignored the way her voice cracked in the beginning as he sat down across from her, “I just… It didn’t help. I know I suck at sword fighting but I didn’t need them mocking me.”

She was sitting in a way so that her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin rested on her arms. Her eyes were fixed at a point somewhere in the ground behind Percy, and the look on her face was something between sadness and embarrassment.

“How long have they been doing that?” He asked, choosing his words carefully.

She shrugged in response, almost as if she didn’t want to think about it too much, “I dunno. How long haven’t they been doing it?”

“(y/n), this isn’t funny. Those guys are assholes. Why didn’t you tell me?” Percy did his best to keep his voice steady but he could still hear his anger leaking through.

(y/n) finally met his eyes, and she seemed almost curious.

“It’s not like they’re the only ones who do that,” Percy felt his heart drop at her casual tone, “And why do you care so much? You’re barely around anymore.”

He opened his mouth to respond, before closing it. She was right. He only spent summers at Camp, and he had just gotten back from his illegal quest to the Sea of Monsters. But she had gone with him?

Now that he thought about it, this did explain the comments that Clarisse had made upon their arrival, and why (y/n) had flinched every time the daughter of Ares had said her quest had been cursed.

“Yeah,” (y/n) said in response to the look of sad realization that had morphed into his face, “Not everyone can be the Golden Hero of the Prophecy, or whatever it is they call you. Someone has to be the scapegoat.”

“But that someone doesn’t have to be you-“

“It already is,” (y/n) shook her head in frustration, her eyes wandering towards the other yew trees, “It has been for a while now. I don’t need you to try and save me, Percy. You can’t solve all of my problems. Just accept that.”

Percy felt his jaw go slack. Something about her words, her tone, let him know this was more than a couple bullies at the training center. He wasn’t exactly sure what else she was referring to, and he knew she wouldn’t tell him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said, and (y/n) frowned at the look of pity that he had, “I can't fix it, but I am here for you. If you need to talk, or anything. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”

(y/n) felt her stomach drop. She tried swallowing the nausea that had begun to overwhelm her, but there was something about the way Percy was looking at her. Like he meant what he said. She knew he did, and that made the whole thing even worse.

“I know.”

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holylulusworld · 10 months ago

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Indifferent (3)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Characters: Winnifred Barnes

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, mentions of impotence, arguments, mafia au, a hint of violence, strong reader, jealousy, hand around throat (non-sexual), mentions of physical abuse (nothing happens)

Catch up here: Indifferent (2)

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“Wife,” Bucky watches you walk inside the kitchen. He eyes you as you cock a brow at him. He’s never up so early. Bucky usually avoids having breakfast when you come to the kitchen.

“Husband,” you try to sound nonchalant. His words from days ago still echo in your mind. After your little escape with Winnifred and the great treatment at the spa, you decided to ignore Bucky. It’s for the better not to let him rile you up.

Bucky loves to hit you where it hurts, but you won’t let him. The best way to not get hurt even further is to not give him the chance to get under your skin.

“What are your plans for today?” He slips off his seat to stand behind you. Bucky looks over your shoulder, watching you prepare your morning tea. Since when is your husband interested in your daily routine?

You want to scoff at his question but remain silent and focus on your tea. Bucky is up to no good, you’re sure about it.

“Do you want to whore around with that masseur again? Do you want to make me look like a cuck?” He growls in your ear because you do not react.

You sidestep Bucky to grab a bowl and a knife to make fruit salad for yourself. Winnifred was right. Bucky is like a spoiled child—or rather brat.

“I asked you a question, wife,” he follows you around the kitchen, muttering under his breath while you grab fruits for your salad. You remain silent and ignore that he slams his hand onto the kitchen counter. “I’m talking to you!”

He puffs out a huff as you keep on ignoring him. You cut your fruits, smiling to yourself as your husband glares at you. “Did you hear me?”

Bucky stares at you and watches you lick the knife clean. “That’s dangerous, Y/N. What if you cut your sharp tongue off?”

You slowly turn your head to look Bucky up and down. A smirk on your lips you say, “What can I do for you, husband? I thought you were busy doing business.”

“You’re still my wife and I want to know where you’re going and whom you’re meeting up with,” he sharply replies. There is a glint in his eyes making you swallow thickly.

“Your mother will come around to have lunch with me,” you turn your attention back toward your salad. “Do you fear I’ll lick her pussy, or can we eat together? Because you seem to confuse a conversation or massage with having sex.”

“You will never say such a thing about my mother again!”

His nostrils flare and he growls your name. “Why? She’s a beautiful and sensual woman. I bet she loves getting her pussy licked like every other woman.” You dip your head to smirk at Bucky. “Oh, I remember now. You’ve got no clue how to satisfy a woman.”

“You vicious little bitch!” He’s in your face, breathing hard while keeping his hands to his sides to not strangle you.

You smirk at his reaction. This time, you got under Bucky’s skin.

“If I’m a bitch, you are a moron.” You lick your lips, slowly wetting them. “Now I know the true reason behind this arranged bond. You cannot handle a woman, and they ran away after you disappointed them in the bedroom.”

His hand shoots toward your throat. Bucky slams you onto the kitchen counter, holding you there. You laugh at him. He expected you to panic or fight him. But you are holding his gaze and put your hand on his, daring him to go any further.

“Come on, do it. My father will be out for blood if you do it.”

He leans over your body, pressing his forehead to yours. “I should do it. You fucked that masseur and conspired with my mother.”

“I didn’t fuck Thor,” you grit your teeth. “Maybe I should’ve fucked him. At least he’s man enough to put his hands on me. Thor knows how to make a woman feel good, even without his cock. I bet he’s got a glorious cock hidden in those pants.”

“You think so?” He smirks against you. “What do you say? Do you want me to call him and measure his dick before I cut it off?”

You pant heavily, unsure if Bucky wants to toy with you, or if you must fear for Thor’s life. If you show fear now, Bucky wins the upper hand.

“If you put your hands on Thor, your mother will kill you,” you bite back. “He has nothing to do with your little ego trip. Get it into your thick skull, not every simple touch is the same as sex.”

Glaring up at Bucky you wait for his next move. He holds your throat in a light grip while considering your words. “If that man touched what’s mine, he’s dead. Not even my mother will stop me from flaying him alive.”

Bucky drops his hand from your throat and pushes off you. He smirks when you don’t move.

“Your mother will love hearing you threaten Thor and me,” you slowly slip off the kitchen counter. You straighten your clothes and grab your bowl with fruits and tea. “Great, now my tea is cold.”

“Tea?” He squares his jaw. “You’re thinking about tea?” Bucky can’t believe you’re still acting like a brat.

“What do you want me to think about? Your tiny dick,” you smirk at Bucky. He can’t know that your heart is thundering in your chest. If you show weakness in front of a man like Bucky, he’ll take advantage of your fear. “I have seen better and bigger dicks. Believe me, you’re not that interesting.”

Leaving the room, you release a shuddery breath. The first thing you’ll do is call Winnifred and tell her about what happened. You don’t want to put Thor in danger only because you love to rile Bucky up.

“James. Buchanan. Barnes!!!!” You watch how your husband turns into a puppy around his angry mother with amusement. She storms toward Bucky. “How dare you threaten this wonderful man!” She slaps Bucky’s cheek before he can tell her another lie. “You won’t talk until I’m done! I had hoped you would come to your senses and treat your wife better. But no. My son wants to kill an innocent man only because he’s jealous.”

“Mother, I—” he sweats and looks at you for help. “I was joking. It was nothing but a friendly banter.”

“Your hand around my daughter-in-law’s throat is not a friendly banter or foreplay,” she slaps his chest with her bag. “If you don’t do it while fucking her senseless, it’s physical abuse!”

“Physical what?” He hiccups. No one would believe that Bucky Barnes turns into a coward when scolded by his mother. “I’d never do such a thing!”

“You did, this morning,” she won’t give in. “Y/N told me everything. You didn’t let her eat her breakfast and choked her.”

“I did not choke her!” Bucky mutters. “I had to show her who’s in charge.” He earns another slap from Winnifred.

“I never put my hands on you while you were a kid. I guess I should’ve slapped you more often,” Winnifred purses her lips and raises her bag. “One more word and you will end up on the ground, black and blue.”

“Mom!” He grunts. “You should be on my side.”

“If you are being an asshole, I’ll slap you,” she twirls around to walk toward you. “My dear, you will come with me. I won’t leave you here, with him.”

“Mother,” Bucky stomps his foot. “That is enough! You can play the loving mother-in-law all you want, but Y/N stays here. We both agreed on this marriage. If she whores around I have the right to…”

Bucky can’t end his line. Winnifred’s bag ends up in his face. “One more word and I’ll put you over my lap and slap your ass, Jamie.”

You grin. Winnifred is rather scary when mad. She’s the queen of George’s empire for a reason. “Winni,” you try to stop her from ripping Bucky a new one.

“No, my dear,” she coos. “Do not defend him. You did nothing wrong. He accused you of cheating on him while he didn’t even try to make you feel welcome at your home. I raised him better.”

You watch Winnifred drive away, sighing deeply. She wanted you to stay at their house for a few days, but this wouldn’t change a thing.

“Good job,” Bucky makes you jump when he suddenly stands next to you. “Well played, Y/N.”

“I only tried to protect Thor. He did nothing wrong,” you sniff. “Neither did I. Believe it or not, I intend on keeping my vows.” You dip your head to glance at your husband. “This won’t stop me from playing with all the new toys Winnifred helped me find.”

“Toys?” Bucky cocks a brow. “What toys? Do you want to play more games? I think you’re already a master at playing games.”

“Oh, you poor sheltered man,” you pat his cheek. “If you want to know, I’ll send you a video after I fucked my pussy well with the pussy destroyer.”

You turn on your heels and walk away. Bucky watches you walk toward your wing of the mansion. He licks his lips, wondering if you meant what you said.

“Yeah…sure. I can hardly wait to watch you fuck yourself.”

“It’s better than fucking you…”

Part 4

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katethetank · 29 days ago

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40 Year Old Virgin

Chapter 4 - My Heart Has Thawed and Continues to Beat

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Chapter Summary: The boys spend more time together and Eddie isn't sure how to handle Steve's affections CW: Smoking the devil's lettuce, oh no there's only one bed, Eddie is clueless Pairing: Virgin!Eddie x Divorced!Steve Word Count: 3k

(Chapter title from “June on the West Coast” by Bright Eyes)

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Steve keeps his promise.

It’s been about two weeks since the night on his deck, and not a day has gone by where Eddie hasn’t heard from or seen the man. He’s stopped by the shop a few times and brought lunch. Subs, burgers, and Taco Bell. It’s been a nice change of pace from his microwave meals.

A couple nights a week they meet at the Hideout for beers when Eddie gets off of work. He hates that he’s still in his coveralls when he sees Steve. The most he can do to feel less like a working stiff is to shrug off the top and tie the sleeves around his waist. Steve eyes him each time he does it, and Eddie tries his best to shake off the feeling that he’s being judged. He knows that Steve isn’t the superficial jock he was when he was a teenager, but having the man’s eyes on him like that makes Eddie feel self conscious.

Steve tells him about everything he’s doing at his parents’ house. He started with their room. He’s gone through their closets and bagged up tons of clothes, donating them to the local Salvation Army. His mom had a bunch of jewelry that he’s setting aside to pawn, because bills still need to be paid, right? And he’s planning on donating all the furniture to Habitat for Humanity. Further proving that he’s not who he used to be when he was a kid. Eddie knew that, of course he did, but hearing how freely Steve is just giving all this stuff away makes Eddie’s heart grow even fonder.

He moved on to his own room after that, saying that most of it was just trash. All the things he really cared about went with him when he moved to Chicago with Robin. So other than that godforsaken insanely tight Hawkins swim team shirt, it seems like everything else worth salvaging is being donated as well. The only thing remaining in there is the wallpaper.

Eddie was only ever in Steve’s room a few times back in ‘86, but that plaid insanity is not easily forgotten. And apparently not easily removed, either. Thirty year old wallpaper glue, he’s learning, is a bitch to remove. He offered Steve his help since he’s not really doing anything of value on the weekends anyway. So here he finds himself scraping away at the walls and going cross-eyed from all the vertical and horizontal lines.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington. Can’t we get Supergirl out here to pull this shit off with her mind powers?”

Steve snorts like a goon as he continues to scrape away at the section he’s working on. “That’ll be my plan B if we can’t manage this ourselves.”

“What’s she up to these days, anyway?” Eddie was never exactly close with El. He always had mad respect for her, though.

Steve smiles fondly like a proud father. “She’s in Michigan, not far from Joyce and Hopper. Works with an adoption agency finding homes for kids with special needs. Whole new definition of a superhero, if you ask me.”

“Shit. You’re not wrong.” He hesitates for a moment, wanting to know where everyone else has gone off to, while also grappling with the pain of knowing that they never kept him up to date on their lives to begin with. His curiosity wins out in the end.

“How‘s the rest of the gang?”

Steve stops his work for a moment, likely realizing how big it is that Eddie’s even asking. “They’re good. Nance and Jon are still in Boston. She works for a paper out there. Investigative journalism. Shocker, right? Jon does some freelance photography for the same paper. But mostly focuses on artistic stuff.”

“That’s cool. I didn’t talk to them much after they left. They ever pop out any kids?”

“Nah. Nancy is super into her career. That wasn’t anything she really wanted, even way back when.”

Eddie nods like he understands. “What about Argyle? We only had that summer to hang out, but he was fuckin’ cool. Weird as hell, but I loved that about him.”

“Oh for sure! We didn’t keep in touch, really. Last I heard he owns a pizza chain in southern California.”

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Of course he does! Bet there’s fucking pineapple on everything.”

“No shit. Mike and Will are in Cali, too. You think Robin and her girlfriend owning a bookstore in Portland was cliché gay? Those two settled down in San Francisco…Will has an art gallery, Mike manages a drag bar, and they’re working on a gay comic book together. Not to say that the comic book is gay, but like…literally it’s gay superheroes and shit.”

Eddie stops what he’s doing and is just staring at Steve. He had his suspicions about Will back in the 80’s too, but Mike? “How fucking many of us were queer, Steve?! Fucking Christ, was there something in the water here?!”

He snorts again and Eddie will never get enough of that stupid sound. “I don’t know, dude. Maybe. I was just as surprised when I found out. I guess Will came out in high school, and that made Mike start to realize some shit about himself. They kept it pretty quiet for a long time because…” Steve just shrugs and Eddie absolutely gets it.

“Nuff said. How um…how is Max?” She was the only person who came out of that final battle worse off than Eddie. It took months for her bones to heal, and lots of physical therapy. Her eyes never fully recovered, but enough for her to be able to see with some thick glasses. She was a fucking warrior through all of that and Eddie respects the shit out of her for fighting so hard.

Steve gets that proud parent look again. “She’s great. Her and Lucas settled down in Nashville. She’s a child psychologist, and Lucas is a pediatric nurse.”

“Shit, that’s impressive. Looks like El’s not the only superhero, huh?”

“Definitely not.”

They work in comfortable silence for a while after that, until the last of the wallpaper is scraped off. It gives Eddie plenty of time to soak in all the details of everyone’s lives. Surprisingly, instead of feeling sad or bitter about their accomplishments…he feels really fucking proud of all these kids who went through so much shit and came out on the other side making the world they saved a better place.

Standing back with his hands on his hips, Steve surveys the room. “Drastic fucking improvement. I hope I never see plaid again. Thanks for helping out with this, Eddie.”

‘Yeah, no problem. I can help you paint in here too if you want.”

Steve reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. “I’m definitely not going to turn down spending more time with you.”

Eddie has no idea what to do with that. The casual touches alone are a lot to process. He doesn’t remember Steve being so tactile before, and every time he squeezes his shoulder, or pats his back, hugs him, leans into his space…it kind of throws Eddie off kilter. Almost as much at Steve saying he actually wants to hang out more.

He awkwardly chuckles and tries to brush it off. “Yeah, you just like my free labor. I’m off on the 4th, actually. The shop’s closed for the holiday, so. If you want to celebrate the birth of our nation by slapping some paint on the walls, I’m happy to help.”

Steve kind of cringes and looks away. “Shit, I forgot about the 4th. Ever since Starcourt, fireworks kinda freak me out.”

Eddie remembers hearing all about that battle. He doesn’t blame Steve, or any of them, for having some fireworks-related trauma. “How about this…I can come over during the day, we get a couple coats of paint on, then we head out to my place. It’s far enough outside of town that you don’t even hear them. Maybe grill some burgers? Get stoned? What do you say?”

The smile on Steve’s face is radiant. “That sounds great, Ed. Let me bring the stuff for the burgers, though? Least I can do to repay you for all this.”

Eddie agrees and before he knows it, he’s got Steve Harrington in shorts and a t-shirt, flipping burgers on his little Weber. The sun is shining down on him, and bringing out these natural gold highlights in his hair. He’s so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at him.

It’s a hot day and Eddie ties his hair up in a bun to get it off his neck, and sets out the burger fixings. Steve also picked up some potato salad, and Eddie’s surprised to see it’s the vinegar kind. He fucking loves that stuff. “I thought you liked the other kind of potato salad, Harrington. The mayo shit.”

Steve looks over his shoulder and gives Eddie a small smile. “Yeah, but you like the vinegar stuff.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, and Eddie is once again surprised that Steve would remember something so insignificant. Well. Maybe not all that surprised considering he remembered what kind Steve likes.

They fix their plates and relax on the deck, enjoying the peace and quiet. As night starts to fall, Eddie notices that Steve keeps looking off to the east, in the direction of where the town fireworks will be going off. Eddie was serious when he told him you can’t hear shit out here, but he wants to put the man’s mind at ease and just let him unclench.

He gets up and takes their empty plates inside, tosses them in the trash, and packs a bowl. He brings that out with his acoustic and settles into his chair. Lighting the bowl, he takes a big hit and passes it off to Steve. He can’t stop himself from glancing over at his lips as he blows out a big cloud of smoke. They pass it back and forth for a while until Eddie can literally see Steve’s body relaxing. He starts humming along to a song that’s playing on the radio nearby and Eddie picks up his guitar and lazily plucks at the strings.

The high has him feeling all slow and syrupy. The sky fades into darkness, and not a single burst of pyrotechnics can be heard. He chances a glance over at Steve to make sure he’s still doing alright, and startles a bit to see that he’s already looking back. His eyes are half lidded and there’s a soft little smile on his face. He looks content and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back for it.

“You look really good.”

Eddie fucks up a chord. “Huh?”

Steve snickers a little and raises his eyebrows. “I said, you look really good. With your hair up like that.”

Ah. Less of a rat’s nest, Eddie figures. “Oh. Thanks I guess. You know I chopped it all off a while back? Fuckin’ hated it. I didn’t feel like myself at all so I grew it out again.”

“Seriously? I cannot imagine you with short hair. Wouldn’t want to.”

Yeah, even Steve can probably tell that Eddie would look stupid like that. Eddie just keeps playing and staring out at the land around them bathed in moonlight. It’s probably just the weed, but this is the most relaxed he’s felt in a long time. And it’s really nice having someone else here with him. He’s trying to soak it all in before Steve has to head back home at the end of the summer. He doesn’t even want to think about that. Being alone again. Not having anyone to talk to or kill time with.

Steve pulls him out of his thoughts once again. “I forgot how good you are at that. Talented fucking fingers, man.”

Eddie snorts and keeps playing. “Right. Perfect for strumming a beat up old guitar and working on beat up old cars. Fuck…I really don’t want to go work tomorrow. I’m gonna have to turn in soon. You ok to drive or no?”

“Nnnnnope. Your weed kinda knocked me on my ass. Mind if I sleep here?”

Eddie’s heart does a little flutter. “Nah, that’s fine. I uh…cleared out Wayne’s old room though, so there’s just the couch.”

Steve groans as he sits up and gives Eddie a look. “We’re way too old for couch surfing, Ed. Can I just crash with you?”

Eddie’s heart falls out of his ass. “Uh…” Steve Harrington is asking to sleep in the same bed with him. He’d be fucking crazy to say no, but Jesus Christ this is going to kill him. “Sure. Or um…You can take the bed and I’ll have the couch.”

Steve stands up, takes the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and sets it in his chair. “Don’t be stupid. You’re even older than me.” He grabs Eddie by the hand and pulls him up to standing, and Eddie almost collides with that broad chest. Steve just…looks at him for a moment and then reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Yeah, Steve is going to kill him. This is so not fair. He’s being so sweet, and he’s so touchy, and Eddie is already jealous of whoever gets to have that. He just hopes it’s too dark for Steve to see the blush that has to be raging on his cheeks.

They head inside and clean up before going to Eddie’s room. It’s just big enough to fit a queen sized bed, thank god, because he doesn’t know what he’d do if they had to be pressed together on a smaller mattress. He offers Steve some pajama pants, but the bastard tells him it's too hot for that and just…takes his shorts off. Right there. In front of Eddie. He does his damnedest to avert his eyes so he’s not caught starting at Steve’s boxer briefs. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his-

“Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?”

“Yup! Yeah, lemme go find that.” Eddie bolts out of the room and frantically digs through his bathroom drawers until he finds a spare. This is fucking insanity. It’s like the gay gods are punishing him by dangling this fucking Adonis right in front of him. Maybe he never did make it out of the Upside Down and he actually died and has been in hell this whole time.

They get their teeth brushed and Steve climbs into his bed - Steve is in his bed! - and Eddie shuts off the lights. He gets in and makes sure to stick as close to the edge of the mattress as possible so it’s not weird. His heart is fucking racing and he has no idea how he’s going to fall asleep like this.

Steve shifts beside him and before anything can get even more awkward, or before Steve just asks him to sleep on the couch instead because this is too strange, Eddie just blurts out, “Goodnight Steve.”

Steve stills and after a moment, Eddie hears him take a deep breath. “Yeah. Goodnight Eddie.”

He doesn’t know how he manages it, honestly he can probably thank the bowl they smoked, but eventually Eddie does fall asleep. When his alarm beeps in the morning, he’s face down in his pillow and reaches over to smack at it until it shuts up. That’s when he feels it. An arm draped over his lower back and Steve’s head on his shoulder.

Eddie is wide awake now. Steve must have rolled over in his sleep and not realized that Eddie was there. Now he’s got to figure out how the fuck to get out from under this man’s arm without waking him.

“Hmm…g’morning.”

Too late. Steve doesn’t launch himself away from Eddie like he expected. He actually gives him a little squeeze before slowly rolling over and yawning loudly.

Eddie needs to just play it cool. It’s no big deal. Just a couple friends crashing after getting stoned. Just a normal day and totally normal way to wake up. He sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed. “Morning. You want some coffee?”

Steve groans while he stretches and Eddie looks over his shoulder at him. How dare he be so beautiful right when he wakes up. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll just have a quick cup and get out of your hair. Don’t wanna make you late for work.”

Eddie stands up and walks at a totally normal pace to the kitchen and gets the pot going. While Steve is in the bathroom, he slips back into the bedroom and quickly changes into his work clothes. When he comes out, Steve is perched on his counter looking sleepy and adorable and sipping black coffee out of one of Wayne’s old mugs.

“You sleep ok?” Eddie pours himself a cup and adds too much creamer.

“Like the dead. Thanks for letting me crash, there’s no way I could have made it home in one piece.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

They sip their coffee in silence as Steve clicks away on his flip phone and Eddie puts together a sandwich to take with him. Once they’re outside and saying their goodbyes, Steve hesitates before getting into his truck.

“Hey…Eddie?”

“What’s up?”

He chews on his lip for a second and Eddie tries not to stare. “Could I make you dinner on Friday? Maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Ha. Like Eddie has anything else going on. Plus, when would he ever turn down a chance to hang out with Steve? “Yeah, that would be great. What time do you want me?”

Steve beams at him, and Eddie swears it’s brighter than the morning sun. “How about 6ish?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

They get into their cars and head out on the dirt road, and Eddie can still see the smile on Steve’s face in his rearview mirror.

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Nova-Part 4

Jay Halstead x Reader (Nicknamed Nova)

Everyone awaits news on your condition

Warnings: mention of torture, injuries

Jay sat in the waiting room staring at the photo of you and him that was the wallpaper on his phone. It was from your last birthday. His arms were around you, you were leaning back against him with a broad smile on your face. God, you looked so happy being in his arms. What if he never got that again?

He hadn’t wanted to risk your life but now? He wished he would’ve just told you the truth. He was facing losing you and you dying thinking he didn’t want you when that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were everything to him. You were his partner, his best friend, the love of his life. Every dream of the future had you front and center. That was why he went along with the feds plan, why he’d put his life in their hands to bring down Eurely, because even if it would’ve gone south..him dying would’ve been worth it if that meant they would’ve stopped the hit that had you on it.

“She still loves you just as much” Adam spoke sitting down next to him and he cut his eyes up “I hurt her man, I thought I did the right thing by protecting her but now I might..” he couldn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t bring himself to give voice to the fact that you might die.

“She’s not gonna die Jay. She’s breathing on her own, you heard your brother. She’s strong man. She’ll wake up” Adam tried to assure him and Jay smiled slightly “I must be pathetic if you’re trying to comfort me” Adam laughed lightly and bumped his shoulder “Naw, just trying to look out for two friends at one time. I’m not saying she’s gonna wake up and be her usual self but this isn’t gonna take her out. I have to believe that or else I failed her”

Jay glanced at Adam and shook his head “No, you didn’t. You got the plates. You got the extraction as fast as you could” Adam held his eyes “Jay that wouldn’t help me if our roles were reversed” Jay shrugged “Me being angry with you isn’t gonna help matters, especially not when I couldn’t possibly be angrier with you than I am with myself”

“She’ll understand, I think” Adam tried and Jay shook his head, trying to get the image of your broken body out of his head. That image would never leave him, no matter how this turned out. Seeing the woman you love, bloody and beaten to the point of unconsciousness that she didn’t even react to your presence? That would always haunt him.

“I don’t need her to understand. I just need her to wake up” Jay whispered, eyes never leaving the photo of you and him on his screen. “I just need her alive” Jay muttered more to himself than Adam that time. He could handle being tortured, beaten, shot and stabbed but this? Sitting and waiting while you were fighting for your life and knowing he could not possibly help you? It was killing him with every second that ticked by on the clock that rested on the wall overhead.

“Hey, remember that damn takedown when Nova stopped mid chase because that kid almost ran into the street?” Adam asked and Jay smiled slightly, he still didn’t know how you spotted that kid down a freaking alley but when you skidded to a stop and peeled off everyone had been screaming over the coms until you yelled at them to keep going, that you’d catch up.

It turned out the kid’s mom was diabetic and her sugar had spiked and landed her in a coma. If you hadn’t spotted that kid, him and his mom could’ve died that day. “Still don’t know how she spotted that kid” he whispered and Adam smiled “Nova does the impossible. That’s why Nadia nicknamed her that, shines the brightest. She’s gonna pull out of this Jay”

“Thanks Ruz” Jay told him and Adam nodded “You’re welcome man”

A couple hours passed before Will walked into the room again. Jay jumped to his feet just seeing his brother “Is there any news?” Will nodded “We did a CT scan, everything looks good. I think we can start backing off her sedation and see if she’ll come around. I came to ask if you wanted to be in the room when we do”

Jay shrugged helplessly because he honestly didn’t know how you would feel waking up after that much hell to him. Would you be happy to see his face? Would you assume he was there out of guilt?

“Jay” he looked up when Kim called his name “She’ll want you, even if she won’t admit it” he nodded then looked at Will “Lead the way”

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Jay followed Will down the hallway. “How bad is it Will before I walk into her room?” he asked quietly and Will stopped walking, turning to face him “She’s been beaten and tortured Jay. It’s as bad as you think. The swelling has gone down in her face so it’s more so just shades of purple now, she’s got some stitches on her right cheek. Her left arm is in a cast, luckily it was a clean break so that will heal in six weeks time or so. Her right arm is wrapped due to burns. Her torso and legs suffered burns and puncture wounds so she has a mixture of bandages and stitches throughout them. Her breathing is going to be a little off too due to us having to pump the water out of her lungs. She went through hell Jay. I’m not going to stand here and sugar coat anything for you. I know why you did what you did but the woman you love is going to be in a lot of pain physically for the next six to eight weeks and mentally? She’s probably going to need some therapy because while she’s suffered on duty injuries before she’s never been tortured”

“I won’t let her go through it alone” Jay promised and Will nodded “Good, because even if she pushes you away. She’s going to need you”

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The two continued walking and when they got to your room Will hesitated before he pushed the door open. Jay took a deep breath and followed him. Even being warned didn’t prepare him. Your face was bruised, the stitches a contrast against them. Your arm was casted, forcing it back to the right angle and it didn’t look like a single inch of your body was untouched.

“Will, did they…” he swallowed hard at the thought but luckily he didn’t have to finish it because Will understood. He shook his head “No, the assault was only physical” Jay nodded slowly, walking over to your right side “Will it hurt her if I touch her hand?”

Will shook his head “No, just mind the bandages” April and Connor were already setting up what was needed to start bringing you out from under the sedation. Jay slipped his fingers into yours “Hey baby. I’m here” he wished you’d move, squeeze his hand. Anything.

“You ready Jay?” Connor asked and he nodded “As ready as I’ll ever be”

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Pain, just pain. Everywhere hurt. Your legs, your abdomen, your arms, your head. There wasn’t an inch of your body that didn’t hurt. Every breath burnt. Consciousness started to slowly find its way back to you…. Yvette…they killed her…they were trying to get her to admit you were a cop…they were trying to get you to turn over undercover cops…did they still have you?

Your eyes flew open and you tried to scramble up the bed…wait bed? It took you a few seconds to realize you were in a hospital. Connor and April were on one side of the bed, Will and Jay on the other. “Am I safe?” you asked in a voice that was so rough to your own ears it made you flinch.

Jay nodded “You’re safe” you looked down and his hand was in yours so you pulled yours away. You didn’t need his guilt. “Yvette, she tried to protect me” you felt tears slip down your face and April grabbed tissues, patting your face gently “They’ll burn if they hit your stitches”

You looked from Connor to Will “How bad?” they shared a look before Connor cleared his throat and went down your list of injuries. “Is Adam ok? They didn’t get him too did they?” you asked and Jay shook his head “No” “Good” you laid your head back on the pillows, a grimace on your face “I’ll get you something for pain” Will offered and Connor and April excused themselves.

Will walked out of the room and you looked back at Jay. “When did you get back?” you winced when you spoke. “I got back in enough time to be walking in my front door when Hailey called to say you’d been abducted” “Sorry” you whispered and he shook his head. “I’m sorry baby, I never wanted to hurt you but I had a reason…” you cut him off by raising your right hand “Jay, everything hurts. I can’t do this right now. Please?”

“Ok, I’m staying here until they let you out” you sighed “I can’t tell you what to do but don’t stay out of guilt. I’ll be ok” you saw tears come to his eyes “Nova, I love you” you blinked a few times, trying not to cry since April said it would burn if it got in your stitches but it was useless. Jay got the tissues and did the same as she had. You watched him and looked away “I love you Jay, I just don’t know what I did”

“Let me stay with you please. I just want to be near you, I want to see that you’re ok. I’m the one that found you. Seeing the love of my life like that…baby that will never leave me” you shook your head “How can I be the love of your life Jay when you walked away?” “I did it to protect you” he whispered and you looked back “What?” he nodded “I had a price on my head baby. Half a mil, you were on the hit as a way to get at me. I couldn’t let you get hurt”

“You lied to me” you whispered and he nodded “I did” you felt more tears but snatched away from him when he tried to help you “No, you made me think I did something wrong. Why not trust me?” “You never back down from a fight, Nova! They told us they planned to snatch Adam too but you put up too much of a fight. Was I really supposed to think you’d be afraid of a hit?” he asked and you turned to look at him “You were supposed to trust me enough to at least tell me the truth. Jay I love you but baby please just go. I need something for pain and to think”

He nodded slowly as the door opened and Will walked back in “I’ll be in the waiting room. I’m not leaving”

Will looked from you to him “Am I interrupting something?” you shook your head “No, just give me the medicine please Will. Everything hurts” you looked back at Jay “Everything”

Jay sat in the corner of the waiting room, watching as the members of the unit all went to talk to you after Will cleared it. You talked to them all, even Voight. He remained rooted to the spot. He wasn’t leaving. Fuck “visiting hours” As long as you were here, he was here.

Hank walked over to him after he talked to you. “Jay” he cut his eyes up “Yeah?” “Everyone tossed some time your way if you need it to take off to be with her” he nodded slowly “I don’t know if she’ll let me”

“Word of advice?” Hank asked and Jay shrugged “Why not?” “I told her not to turn her back on you. You don’t turn your back on her. She’s gonna need you. You’ve been through similar shit. I told her about the hit, why you went to New Mexico. She’ll come around and when she does and when she starts looking at this head on she’s gonna need you. Now I gotta go meet Yvette’s daughter. She’s getting her money off this plus some”

“She tried to protect Nova. Make sure she knows that. She doesn’t need to just remember her mother as a C.I. She protected the woman I love and I will forever be grateful for that” Jay told him and he nodded “I’ll pass that on”

After that the unit kind of scattered out to head home once they all knew you were awake and that Jay was going to be there should anything happen. Kevin offered to stay but Jay told him he’d be ok. After that it was just him in the corner of the waiting room by himself.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the photos of you. He couldn’t look at half of them the same because in a lot of them you were wearing that blue henley and his brain kept flashing to your broken body in that field. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. It would be ok. You were awake, you would talk to him in time. That’s what mattered.

It was probably close to three in the morning when one of the CNAs came in to take your vitals. You had dozed off and hadn’t realized your brain had slipped into that space where it didn’t register you were safe. When she touched your right hand to slip the oxygen monitor onto it you flipped your hand around and grabbed her wrist, twisting it.

When she gasped your eyes flew open and you dropped your hand “Oh my god. I am so sorry” she shook her head “It’s ok Detective. You didn’t hurt me. I should have announced myself after everything” you didn’t notice your hands were shaking until she rubbed her fingers across them “You’re safe, I promise. It’s over”

You nodded slowly and she smiled “Would you like me to go get your partner?” “Adam?” you asked and she shook her head “No, Dr Halstead’s brother. He’s asleep in the waiting room”

Your heart screamed yes, your brain screamed no. Your heart won control over your mouth. “Please” you whispered and she nodded “Let me take your vitals and I’ll go get him”

_________________

“Detective Halstead” Jay jolted when a CNA shook him “Yeah?” she smiled “She’s asking for you”

He was on his feet and moving without another word. If you wanted him, you were getting him. No questions asked. When he got to your door he knocked lightly and you called out “Come in Jay” he pushed the door open and you smiled at him “Can you stay in here so I don’t hurt anyone from getting scared?” “Who scared you?” he asked and you ducked your head “The CNA when she tried to take my vitals. My brain didn’t register that I was safe. If you’re here, it will”

That made his heart flip. You still felt safe with him, even after everything you went through. “Where do you want me?” he asked and you stared at him for a moment “I’m not over it Jay, my heart can’t bounce back like that. You get that don’t you?” he nodded “Of course baby. I’m not going anywhere though, I’ll earn my spot in your heart back, I will”

You nodded slowly “Will you hold me, please? I know I’ll be safe then” you sounded so damn scared it broke his heart “Of course baby” he walked across to your right side and gently slid into the bed, slipping an arm under you. You curled up to his chest, tucking your bandaged right arm against you. “I love you Jay, I know you love me and thank you for trying to protect me but this is gonna take time. Us and me healing”

He kissed the top of your head “I’ll be here. No matter how long it takes”

Part 5 (Final)

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hey! would you mind writing a mix of smut, angst & fluff for vince dunn please 😇

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genre: angst, fluff, suggested smut

featuring: vince dunn x female reader

summary: vince is traded and you try to navigate life without him, realizing it isn’t easy, especially when he comes back around

You still remember the day that Vince had been traded like it was yesterday. The two of you had been back in Mississauga for the offseason, enjoying the summer weather out on the boat when he got the call. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

Vince pulled his arm from round your shoulders as his phone rang from across the boat. Seeing his agent's name displayed on the screen making his heart sink as he quickly answered.

He’d walked to the further point on the boat to ensure you didn’t hear the conversation, knowing in his heart the likely reasoning for it.

“Yup, sounds good. Okay, talk to you later. Bye.”

His expression, though he tried to brave a smile, told you that the call wasn’t some crazy contract extension keeping him in St. Louis, but rather your worst fear.

Vince had been traded.

He sat back down next to you, kissing your head as he pulled you into his side once more. His fingers entangled with yours as he sighed, keeping his eyes locked on the water as he knew the second he’d meet your gaze he’d fall apart.

The conversation didn’t happen right away, which almost made the situation worse in your eyes. But Vince knew that the moment he admitted it, it would only be a matter of time for the two of you.

The idea of a professional athlete was inevitable, hard to avoid if you aren’t a superstar on your team. And even then, those guys sometimes pack up and leave themselves. But this was something you’d always feared, telling Vince you didn’t know how you’d handle the news. Packing up to move across the country was not an easy option for you with work and renting an apartment in downtown St. Louis.

So when Vince had finally told you the news, you knew you couldn’t follow him, long distance not being something you felt prepared for. Nor was it something you wanted. What you wanted was Vince, and for him not to leave. But that wasn’t in the cards.

“So that’s it? You’re just done?”

Vince’s voice echoed throughout the apartment as you sat on your bed, having just told him that you weren’t going to be able to keep things going long distance.

“Vince, what do you want me to say? You want me to lie and stick it out even though I don’t want this? I told you I can’t go with you, and if I can’t go with you then I don’t want to hold you back.”

He rolled his eyes as he continued packing his clothes. With each shirt he folded and placed in his suitcase another piece of your heart was breaking.

“I want you to say you love me! And that you’d do anything to be with me! You don’t think we can make it work? I’ll fly you out on weekends, I’ll be back to play the Blue at some point. You want to throw all of this away over distance?”

“I’m sorry…”

Your voice trailed off as you weren’t sure what else you could say. Nothing was changing your mind. The last thing you needed was a long distance relationship to distract you from work. Constantly wondering how he was doing, going longer periods of time not talking because of the time change, so many minuscule things that you didn’t need weighing on you.

“I wish you’d at least try before you just throw us away.”

And you did try, for Vince. But you both quickly realized that long distance when he played for a different team, wasn’t the same as him traveling with the Blues. Your schedules never aligned, and it was becoming harder and harder to make things work.

Vince finally understood your fears and realized that you were right. Despite how badly he wanted to make this work he knew that neither of you were happy being apart.

The two of you calling it quits before the start of the season. Figuring it was best to let Vince focus on a strong start with his new team. Though you couldn’t lie that you missed him. Missed the excitement of a new season, going to all his home games, getting to wear his number loud and proud. Always being Vince’s biggest support system, and likewise he was yours.

It wasn’t the same not having him around to practice your work presentations with. Bless his heart, he never understood anything you talked about, but he’d always watch you with a smile. In awe of how good you were at your job, the knowledge you had of the systems and data. He’d let you run through things as many times as you needed, never once complaining.

But as you sat at the island in your apartment, typing away at your newest presentation, you missed having Vince look over your shoulder. Constantly asking questions, trying to read through your notes and relate to the topics.

Having him there to remind you to stop and take breaks. To drink water, eat food, and most importantly to sleep. Little things of course, but ones you often would overlook when cramming for a deadline.

You missed him, you needed him.

The sound of your alarm jolted you awake, realizing you’d fallen asleep at your computer. Your notes scattered on the counter as you checked the time. You must have silenced your first few alarms, as it was already 7:30am.

“Shit!”

Sprinting to the bathroom your turned on the shower, then hurried to pull an outfit from your closet and have it ready to step into.

Tossing your hair into a bun, no time to bother with wet hair, you jumped in the shower. The fastest one of your life as you couldn’t afford to be late for your presentation.

Light makeup would have to do as you scrambled to cover your dark circles, just hoping to look presentable at this point. Your hair was the next obstacle to tackle, quickly brushing it and opting to pin some of it back and out of your face.

Throwing on the outfit you laid out and looking yourself over in the mirror you told yourself it’ll have to do as you threw on your slides, which you would swap for heels once at the office. Rushing to pack your bag with the scattered paperwork from your island as you made sure to save your presentation before tossing your laptop in your bag.

Cursing yourself on the drive to the office you tried to remember the last time you’d run late for work, especially on the day of a presentation. It not being something you did often, let alone ever did at all really. Always waking up with plenty of time to run through your notes, double check your slides, and of course make sure your makeup and outfit were perfect.

Rushing into the office you made it to your office, slipping on your heels as you planned to use every minute of the available hour before your presentation to prepare. Scanning your notes and slides over and over until you know the entire thing forward and back.

“Just breathe, it’s gonna go great.”

Taking a deep breath you calmed your nerves, feeling confident that things would go fine. You knew your material, you sure as hell knew how to give a presentation, and your boss had full confidence in you. She’d told you plenty of times you could sell ice to an Eskimo. That was why she gave you these difficult sales presentations, because you always got the job done, no matter the client.

“Knock knock, you ready to crush another presentation?”

Checking the time, your prep hour had gone much faster than you had hoped. Your boss patiently waiting in the doorway of your office, a smile on her face as she watched you gather your things.

“Absolutely, let’s do it!”

“Y/n, that was amazing! I mean, they loved it. I knew you would pull another top notch presentation out once again!”

A slight blush coming over you at the compliments, just shrugging them off as you simply viewed it as another aspect to your job.

“I'm just glad it went well, I’ve been preparing for weeks. So, I’m happy if you’re happy and the client is happy.”

“You know, I’ve been holding off on saying anything. Partly because I wanted to see how this presentation went. But, we are looking to expand our offices, and I’m thinking you’re at the top of my life to get one of the promotion spots.”

Your eyes went wide as you were sure you heard your boss wrong, never expecting to have performed well enough for a promotion on the level of office expansion.

“Promotion? Expansion? As in, relocating?”

She nodded her head as she sipped her coffee, “Precisely, not entirely sure on where that location would be yet, but there’s a couple options. Though I’m gonna need you in the best location where I know you will succeed. Can I send you an email with the details once I’ve finalized things a bit?”

Nodding your head was all you could think to do, speechless at the idea of relocating. Your boss smiling as she mentioned a few more details, your ears not fully catching her words as your mind was already racing.

“But I will send that email sometime this weekend. And, you know what, how about you take the rest of the day? My treat!”

“Wow, thank you so much! I’ll definitely keep an eye out for that email as well! Have a great weekend!”

“I can’t believe she gave you the rest of the day off, that’s so unlike her.”

You laughed at your friend's reaction to the kind gesture of your boss as you took a seat across from her. The two of you meeting for lunch as you opted take advantage of the free time your boss had awarded you.

“The presentation went really well, so she was feeling generous I guess. But, please tell me, when was the last time you knew of me being late for work, especially on the day of a big presentation.”

Her eyes went wide as she looked at you from behind her glass of water, “y/n stop it! How late were you?”

“Not actually late, but running behind for sure.” Your voice trailing off as you scanned the menu, your friend thinking over the last time she’d known you to do such a thing.

“I mean, being honest. I don’t think you’ve done that since before you and Vince called it quits.”

Flashing a glare at her you sighed, the topic of you and Vince being one she occasionally brought up. Saying that she wished you two could’ve made things work, that you were meant for each other. To which you always disagreed, mostly because you were trying to convince yourself she wasn’t right. That you and Vince weren’t meant to be, that the distance would’ve proven to be too big of a challenge.

“Have you talked to him lately?”

Your eyes scanned the menu as you tried to ignore the question, immediately piquing her interest.

“Shut up! You have!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

You playfully laughed as you hoped she couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks as you attempted to hide the fact that you had indeed talked to Vince.

“Fine, he texted me about the presentation. It’s been on my calendar since before we broke up, and you know Vince. He was always putting reminders in his phone to send me a text the morning of to calm my nerves or boost my confidence a bit.”

“You texted back right?”

“I’m not that heartless. I just said thank you, I appreciated him reaching out, and that was it. No fairy tail ending of us getting back together. Sorry to break your heart.”

She playfully frowned as you two ordered your lunch, then circled back to the conversation about your job.

“So you’re gonna be relocating? That’s a nice promotion! But do you know where?”

“No clue.”

Shaking your head as you traced a finger around the rim of your water glass, your mind began racing at the possibilities.

“I honestly just wish she’d tell me now. It’s all I’m gonna think about all weekend.”

Your friend noticing how much the news was already weighing on you, never having been someone that could simply not let things bother them or occupy space in their mind.

“You know what you need?”

A nervous glance came from you as you were unsure what crazy suggestion would come from her. Already thinking of a few ideas you’d turn down in a heartbeat.

“You need to spend your Friday at a Blues game, like good old times! I got 2 tickets for tonight, what do you say?”

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion, not prepared for her to have suggested that of all things she could’ve said.

“Are you kidding? A Blues game?”

“Oh come on don’t tell me you don’t have at least one of Vince’s jersey’s still hiding in your apartment somewhere.”

You tried your best to hide the embarrassed smile that was creeping upon your lips, but she’d noticed almost instantly.

“I knew it! So I’ll pick you up, 6 o’clock. We’ll have drinks, some good food, it’ll be fun!”

Making your way down towards your seats by the glass, the atmosphere couldn’t help but feel familiar. This arena having held such a special place in your heart for the few years Vince called St. Louis home.

You’d dug out an old jean jacket one of the WAGS had made for you a few seasons ago, it was mostly decorated in St. Louis Blues colors and logos, which you preferred. Not wanting to stand out for sporting your ex's name and number.

As you relaxed in your seat, noticing you were on the opposing teams end for warmups, you realized you didn’t even pay attention to who the Blues were playing. But as you watched the white and turquoise blue jerseys hitting the ice, your heart sank.

“You’re kidding right? Is this a joke?”

Your friend tried to laugh it off, but she could tell you weren’t joking. What she failed to tell you was that the Blue were playing the Seattle Kraken, Vince’s new team.

It felt like a set up for some crazy movielike scenario where the guy and girl are reunited after breaking up, only to realize they were meant to be together after all. Except, you weren’t ready for that, you weren’t sure you even wanted to see Vince. The breakup hadn’t been too long ago, but you were still trying your best at life without Vince. Clearly not doing so great with almost being late for your presentation, but you were navigating those things. On your own.

Vince had seen you from the moment he stepped on the ice, taking note of the jean jacket you had on. Bringing a smile to his face knowing that you’d kept it even after the breakup. But as he saw you get up from your seat and head for the stairs, he knew you weren’t thrilled to see him.

“Y/n I get it, I should’ve told you but, I knew you wouldn’t come. I promise this isn’t part of some elaborate plan to get you two back together. It just so happened to pan out this way.”

Your friend ran after you to stop you from leaving, grabbing your arm as she pulled you away from the crowd on the concourse.

“Bullshit it’s not. You didn’t buy these tickets, did you?”

Her eyes fell to the ground, not able to hide the fact that you’d read her like a book.

“Vince bought the tickets, didn’t he? That’s why they are on the Seattle end for warmups.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to see him y/n! You said it yourself, this morning you overslept and were late to work. When is the last time you’ve done that? Things have changed since you and Vince broke up, you can’t deny it. What’s wrong with seeing him play tonight? There’s no reason we can’t watch the game. No one is saying you have to see afterwards, unless you choose to. But, he wants to see you. He misses you.”

You tried not being angry with your friend that she’d been keeping this from you, that she’d been talking to Vince behind your back. But this wasn’t how you ever wanted to see him again, being misled to come to the arena with tickets he bought for you. No matter how hard you tried to not be upset by it, you were.

“Things have changed since we broke up, but that’s for me to deal with and get used to! It doesn’t mean that I have to take him back. Maybe I don’t want to see him. Maybe I don’t miss him. Did you ever consider that?”

She could see how upset you were, your voice shaky as you tried to pretend that the words you spoke were true.

“Is that how you really feel?”

Her tone was a bit sarcastic, though she didn’t mean to be. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any second as you tried your best to be strong, this not the place to break down over your ex and the feelings you still had for him. The pain of knowing he felt the same, that he’d orchestrated this night in an attempt to simply see you again. No guarantee that you’d even want to see him.

But you couldn’t convince yourself it was that simple. That he just wanted to see you from behind the glass, occasionally stealing glances when he was sitting on the bench. And you weren’t willing to stick around to find out what other surprises or ideas he’d had planned.

“I’m sorry, I can’t be here.”

Without giving your friend the opportunity to stop you, you turned on your heels as you hurried through the crowd. Calling yourself an Uber while you tried to hold it together. Figuring it was better to allow yourself the freedom to cry as much as you needed from the comfort of your apartment versus the busy St. Louis streets.

Once inside you didn’t make it past your living room before you finally had let yourself break down. It was truly the first time you’d let yourself feel the emotions and heartache of losing him. You’d forced yourself into your work, prepping for presentations, distracting yourself from the idea of life without him. That you never really allowed yourself to feel what that was like. And the idea that he was feeling the same, it all hit you like a freight train.

The soft knock at your door jolted you awake, scanning the apartment as you were unaware you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Checking the time you wondered how long you’d been asleep for, 11:45pm.

Slowly making your way to the door you assumed it was your friend, having seen a few missed texts and calls from her. But as you opened the door, you revealed the last person you’d thought to see.

“Vince? What, why are you here?”

Your tone came off a bit cold, though not intentional, as you were still waking up and now this. He took a deep breath as a soft smile crept across his lips.

“I, I needed to see you. You didn’t stay for the game, so I knew this was my only chance.”

He didn’t bother letting you invite him in, in fact it had been your shared apartment at one point in time. His eyes scanning the kitchen, then the living room. Noticing you’d not taken the opportunity to redecorate. Especially paying attention to the pile of picture frames that sat on your dining table, still holding the memories of you and him.

“Why’d you do that?”

Vince looked to you confused, holding tight to a framed photo of the two of you the night he’d won the Stanley Cup.

One of the best nights of both of your lives.

As the clock ticked down to zero, you jumped up and down with the other WAGS. Tears running down your face as you screamed at the top of your lungs. Vince had done it, the Blues had done it. They won the Stanley Cup.

All the times he’d gotten to be proud of you for crushing a presentation at work, for getting a raise, or a promotion. Now it was your turn to be so incredibly proud of him.

The moment you found him on the ice you couldn’t let him go, his arms wrapped around you as the two of you cried. Knowing how hard he’d worked to even get an opportunity on NHL ice, it had all paid off.

“I fucking love you so much.”

You pulled him in for a kiss as he spun you around, careful not to trip over his own skates.

“I’m so proud of you baby!” The compliment spilling from your lips as your hands held his face, never wanting to forget this moment. The pure joy on his face, the look in his eyes knowing he’d done what only a select group of players will ever do in their careers. Wishing you could live in that moment forever.

“Why’d I do what?”

“The tickets, why did you come up with this elaborate plan to get me there?”

Vince set the frame down, walking further into the apartment as he took a seat in the living room.

“Because, I had to see you y/n. From the moment I left, I knew, it’s always been you. And, I couldn’t come back here and just ignore the fact that you exist.”

“Did you consider the idea that maybe I didn’t want to see you?”

Vince laughed at your comment, knowing it was a lie no matter how hard you tried to sound convincing. He could see that you wanted to just hold him, feel close to him again after everything. He could see that you wanted so badly to admit to him that you were glad he’d attempted to see you, because life without him sucked. To put it plainly.

You wanted so badly to tell him that things weren’t the same without him. That you couldn’t sleep, you were running late to work, that you missed him like crazy. But you knew nothing would change. You’d tell him how you felt, and by the morning he’d be off to the next stop on the team’s road-trip. And soon enough, you would be heading off to somewhere new yourself with the promotion coming for your job.

It seemed pointless to even bother him with your emotions and your feelings, despite how much you could see he wanted you to be honest with him.

He stood up from the couch as he closed the distance between the two of you. Noticing the scattered notes on the counter, assuming they were from a late night cram session for today’s presentation.

“How did it go today?”

You noticed him tilt his head in the direction of the kitchen island, letting out a sigh as you tried to look anywhere but his eyes.

“Um, great, actually. Didn’t start out that way. But, I crushed it. And, I’m getting promoted because of how well I did.”

A smile grew on his face at the news, loving to hear that you were still killing it at your job.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you, seriously. But, why did it not start out great?”

Shaking your head you knew you couldn’t lie, Vince knew you too well and would see right through you. Watching as you nervously picked at your nails, searching for the words to say.

“I overslept, and was running late.”

“You overslept? Since when do you oversleep? And run late for a presentation, you’ve never done that.”

“Because I don’t have you Vince!”

You didn’t mean for your words to come out so harsh, your voice a bit louder but not really yelling as you retreated to your bedroom. Not knowing where to go but not wanting to face Vince, not wanting him to see you finally break down and let him know that you did in fact miss him.

“Y/n, talk to me, what do you mean you overslept because you don’t have me?”

Trying to distract yourself by aimlessly folding laundry, you shrugged.

“I don’t know Vince, it’s just, things are not the same without you. I never overslept when you were here. You helped me prepare for all my presentations, made sure I got enough rest. Made sure I was eating, drinking, everything. You were everything. And without you everything is different. But, it doesn’t matter how I feel. Any minute now I’m getting an email from my boss that is going to tell me what new city I’m getting relocated to, and none of this will matter because you’re going back to Seattle. And nothing is going to change. So just forget it, please. It doesn’t matter.”

Not wanting to cry in front of him, you attempted to retreat to the bathroom. Vince immediately grabbing your hand to stop you. Seeing that these weren’t emotions or thoughts that didn’t matter, and it was clear that you were feeling the same as him.

“It does matter. All of that matters y/n.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, his hand resting against your cheek as his eyes scanned your face. Stopping to meet yours as he saw how much you were hurting.

“It matters because I love you, I miss you. So fucking much. And you’re right, things are different. Everyday I wake up and wish I could do anything to go back to the day I got traded and convince you right there to move with me. I would do anything I could to have you with me again.”

His forehead rested on yours as his hands now traveled to your sides, a grip on your hips as your hands played with the hem of his shirt.

“And I know you feel the same way, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself you didn’t want to see me, I can see it on your face you’re fighting with yourself to be strong. But, if this is the only chance I have. If you’re off to somewhere new yourself, and if you truly don’t want to see me after this,”

He closed the distance between you, crashing his lips to yours as your hands instinctively pulling him closer. Missing the feeling of him so close, the feeling of his lips on yours. Not caring that in the morning he’d be gone, and you’d go back to trying to navigate life without him. But for now, it felt right, and you couldn’t let him go.

“Please, just give me one last night to remind you how much I still love you.”

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