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rywritten · 3 years ago

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Mkay, Mkay

Ive got a prompt,

So reversed au where Dream is a demon! And Sapnap is…something I’m gonna say goat hybrid bc that’s what a lot of people characterize Dream as so…

Anyway! So, Sapnap summons Dream through Bad’s ancient texts because it confuses DreamXD for Dream since they are both agents of Chaos. So he summons him hoping for help in the servers conflict because let’s be honest these people would’ve found a way for conflict even without Dream.

So calling upon this ancient demon to help win the war, hoping for a bloodthirsty and unmerciful being but instead gets a cunning but very much minor inconvenience of a demon! Although they do end up winning Dream just wins most of his shit through the most ridiculous ways either through pranks or by the skin of his teeth. And romance ensues whenever Sapnap stops seeing Dream as an annoying inconvenience and instead become endeared with all of Dreams wackiness and unconventional ideas of doing things and it becomes a pining game of who can confess first! (Who does is up to you!)

Basically wacky hijinks of a demon who messes with their hybrid summoner!

(And writing this now, I’m very tempted to actually make an au outta this but besides the point enjoy my silly little prompt! ^^)

pip, my beloved /p

THIS AU IS FUCKING AMAZING!!! oh man i dont think a drabble would do this au any justice.. so ill tell you what, how about i write a sort of intro for the drabble for now and ill try to write an actual fic for this au later on! (ill post it on ao3 and everything once im done!!)

so yeah, here's pip's amazing dreamnap au, let's goooo

ps: i took some liberties in a few plot points, so i dont think it followed the entirety of the prompt (hope you don't mind and i hope you'll still like it regardless, pip!)

Demon!Dream + Summoner!Sapnap

The room was quiet and dark when Dream made his way forward, away from all the smoke and the smell of chalk and ashes. His red tail swayed with each step and his red wings folded neatly at his back as he finally regarded his light green eyes towards his new summoner.

His eyes widen a fracture at the deep, annoyed voice that spoke in the silence.

"Who the fuck are you?"

A pair of golden eyes are staring right back at him with a fearsome glare and Dream raises a single brow in question.

"You're the one who summoned me here, remember?"

"I didn't." His summoner denied vehemently. "I made sure to double check the pentagram and candles to summon Dreamon."

The man heaved a tired sigh before looking up at Dream again, his bright golden eyes squinting up at him in a quick assess. "I didn't ask for whatever the fuck you are."

"Okay, first of all, rude." Dream says in mock offense. "And second if all, my brother's a tad bit busy right now, so I'm here as a substitute."

He makes a show of spreading his hands wide to showcase himself off to the man, flashing his new summoner his most flirtatious smile which he quickly followed with a wink.

"So, you're telling me I'm stuck with you?" His summoner asked, unfazed.

"Yup." Dream answered, putting a lot of emphasis on the 'p' to make it pop.

"For how long?"

"Depends on how much blood you gave and whether or not brother dearest is willing to switch out with me later."

Dream heard the man curse under his breath and watched in blatant amusement as his summoner proceeded to wreck the small room in a fit of rage, overthrowing tables and scattering books and papers all over the floor all the while cursing at Dream with a glare every few moments.

After another minute, the fight seemed to finally leave the man and Dream watched as his summoner slumped on the wall. He rubs at his eyes with his palms, muttering quietly to himself before he throws Dream another sideways glance which Dream easily counters with a sultry smile, always aiming to please.

"Why are you really here?" The man asked with a defeated sigh.

"I already told you, my brother–"

"Bullshit." His summoner cuts him off, levelling Dream with another vicious glare. "You weren't under any obligation to come as a replacement for Dreamon and there's no fucking note in any of the books I've read that states a demon can switch places with another."

The man stands from his crouch and began to approach him without any hint of fear or trepidation.

"I'm not an idiot, so don't even try using that same bullshit explanation with me again." His summoner says, pulling Dream by the collar of his leather chocker so that they're eye to eye. "So, unless you tell me the truth, I'm going to send you back to hell myself."

Hot and smart. Dream's starting to like his new summoner already.

"Okay, you caught me." Dream says, holding both of his hands up in a placating manner. "There's another reason why I'm here instead of my brother."

His summoner didn't look impressed by his answer. He only lifted one pierced brow at him, implying that Dream continues his explanation.

But where's the fun in that?

"Tell you what, master." Dream purred the words right next to the other man's ear, throwing his arms over the man's shoulders to bring him even closer, happy to notice the slight shiver his summoner made at his action. "If you tell me your name, I'll tell you what's going on. I might even help you with your problem if you do."

"No deal." The man bit back, his golden eyes appearing like embers from the light of the candle. "Swear to tell me the truth from now on and help me win this war, or nothing."

"Wow, master. You sure drive a hard bargain." Dream says sly smirk.

"Do we have a deal or not?" The man asked, already loosing his patience.

Dream pretends to think about it, only so that their body could stay close a little longer.

"Why the hell not, you got yourself a deal."

"How much blood do I need to give to make a contract with you?" His summoner asked, easily breaking from Dream's hold to grab the knife laying on the wooden floor.

"Oh you don't need to give me that to form a contract with me." Dream said matter of factly.

"Then how am I supposed to form one with you?"

"That's easy." Dream says, facing the man with a knowing smirk. Dream takes the knife from him and tosses it to the floor with a clutter. Before the man could saying anything else, Dream bridges the distance between the two of them and connects their lips in an intense kiss.

Dream slips his tongue inside the man's mouth the moment he tried to gasp, hot and teasing. Dream was expecting him to pull away immediately, but his summoner surprises him again by taking hold of Dream's face to deepen the kiss even more. Something hot coils at the very pit of Dream's stomach from the action and he finally withdraws, gasping for air.

"The contract has been made." Dream says cheerily after a moment. "It's gonna be a pleasure working with you, master."

"Don't call me that." His summoner warns, still red in the face and unable to look at Dream for long. "It's Sapnap."

Dream tilts his head to the side, looking confused.

"You asked for my name in return for your help." Sapnap explained. "So stop it with the master crap."

"Sapnap it is." Dream says, testing out the name and enjoying the way each syllable rolled off of his tongue.

"Do I also get a name in return or do you like being called dipshit?" Sapnap asked, unable to hide the curiosity from his tone.

"Just call me Dream, but Darling and Sweetheart is also fine."

"Dipshit it is."

Before Dream could reply, his time was up and in a flash of smoke, he's transported back to the underworld.

Sapnap.

The name of his new summoner. Dream smiles then, something a little more genuine, surprised by his increasing fascination towards the strange man. It's been so long since anyone has ever gotten his attention and Sapnap had managed to do it in less than thirty minutes.

He'll definitely make the most out of this new contract, and if he manages to do this right, he might get something far more interesting than his freedom in return.

#ry.quests #dreamnap #sapdream #things got s little spicy but not enough to warrant a cw #@ pip if you're reading this i hope you liked it im sorry it took a while to finish #ive been busy with stuff and couldn't find the time to write

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starrycollesta · 2 years ago

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♡ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ♡ [E.M]

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

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━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! eddie goes over to your house and masturbates using your panties. you catch him and to eddie's surprise, you react way differently than he expected...

━━━━ INCLUDES ! pervert!eddie, sub!eddie, dom!reader, vaginal sex, hand job, creampie, lots of talk of cum, panty kink, plot but lots of smut, descriptive sex, smut, scent kink, masturbation, walking in on, degradation, edging, dacryphilia, eddie getting ruined, mentions of pegging, eddie has a secret crush on you, masochist!eddie, sadist!reader, some cute fluff at the end.

THANK YOU ALL FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!!😊🎉

A/N: all requests will get done soon. ive been super busy with life so i don't write as much. side note, the gif i picked for eddie is so hot omg

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3 | MASTERLIST | REQUEST ME !

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Eddie knew what he is currently doing is wrong on so many levels. You've been his best friend for literal years, yet he couldn't stop the way his heartbeat faster and ached for your touch whenever you were near him. Though he gave the impression of confidence and never afraid to yell his feelings to the world but when it came to you, He just couldn't find the courage to tell you how he really felt about you. He didn't want to ruin years of friendship just because he had a major crush on you.

He settled for stealing your panties and sniffing them while he thrusts up into his closed fist, eyes rolling back painfully like a ravenous animal. Eddie made excuses for wanting to go in your bedroom so he could steal a pair of your panties. You thought nothing of it because how could you know of the dirty reasons behind Eddie's motives.

He remembered the day when you called to him from in the bathroom to grab the pile of clothes from off your dresser. He was already nervous and uncomfortably hard being in your room while you were in the shower completely naked. He had to think of the most unattractive scenarios to make his cock go limp but the thoughts of you lathering soap onto your soaking wet body prevented that.

Taking a deep breath and attempting ignore inappropriate thoughts, he moved closer to the dresser to grab the pile of clothes before stopping dead in his tracks. On the dresser, there was a neatly stacked pile of clothes with lacy bright pink underwear peaking in the mix. Even after being friends with you for years, Eddie has never seen your underwear before. The closest he's ever gotten to that was seeing you like that was when you wore in a big t-shirt that barely went up to your knees.

Without even thinking he grabbed the garment from the pile and brought it up to his nose. Like a pervert, he quietly let out a moan in the panties as he caught a whiff of your sweet aroma. The panties smelled of cotton candy and you. On the accessions he'd been able to smell you, you'd always smell lovely. He sometimes made-up excuses to be around you just to smell you. Being able to smell your scent did nothing to stop his hard-on.

With one last whiff he quickly stuffed the panties into his jean pocket and opened a few dressers to find a different pair of underwear for you. He bit his lip as he found an array of multicolored panties, all different styles. He had to restrain himself from grabbing all the panties and attempting to stuff them into his pockets. He grabbed a random pair of panties and prayed that you wouldn't notice the change in underwear style and possibly question him.

As if nothing ever happened, Eddie knocked on the door and you opened it a crack so he could slip the pile into your damp hands. Eddie could smell the fumes of your favorite shampoo rafting throughout the fogging bathroom.

That night he ejaculated the hardest he ever did in his life.

However, many times he debated with himself to put your panties down and throw them away, he just couldn't bring himself to it. You just smelled so perfect and sweet he couldn't get you out of his head. It was his dirty secret.

He wondered what you'd think if you saw him using your panties while masturbating...

Would you call him a disgusting pervert and stop being his friend? Find his actions flattering and fuck him while you made fun of him for taking your panties? He'd let you do anything you wanted to him. Slap him, call him degrading names, make him your bitch, fuck his ass until he begged you to stop, he didn't care. All he wanted was to be yours and only yours. He wanted to be marked up by you.

He thought of different filthy scenarios about how you'd treat him if you found out about what he's been up to while he wrapped your frilly pink panties around his cock. He arched his back while he moaned as he applied more pressure to his hard cock, pretending it was you gripping his dick so tight. He fucked up into his fist, hoping and praying you'd soon be the one to fuck him.

He laid in your bed, thrusting his hips into his tight fist, eyes rolling back painfully while his toes curled. He was aware he was pushing his luck, pumping his cock in your own bed while you ran a quick errand. At any moment you could come barging in your room only to find Eddie splayed out on your mattress while he sniffed at your panties before returning them back to his manhood.

While that thought should've made him jump out of the bed, it only made Eddie pump himself faster and squeeze himself harder. Your bed creaked loudly, threatening to break, as his hand moved vigorously, panties still wrapped around his dick.

As the minutes dwelled on, he could feel himself get closer to sweet release. He let out a series of low groans and curses before his whole body stilled, violently shuddering.

Almost at perfect timing, the bedroom door flung open in the middle of Eddie's intense orgasm. Instead of tucking himself back in his pants he kept pumping at his cock, aware of that you stood in the doorway, face probably in shock or pure horror. He should've stopped but he just couldn't. The feeling felt too good. At this point there was no going back.

He squeezed his eyes shut as thick spurts of his seed spilled onto his closed fist and your panties, coating them almost completely. He lay boneless on the bed, still recovering from the energy taxing orgasm. His heartbeat so in his chest. He was afraid to look at you and see your face.

Finally, he sat up to look at you, very aware of his nakedness and the weirdness of the situation, "I-I can explain-" he tried to say but was cut off.

"You like using my panties for your own pleasure Eddie?" you asked calmly. You had your hands on your hips, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to reply. Eddie's eyebrows practically raised to his hairline at how serene and calm you looked. The masochist part of him wanted you to get mad at him. Make him feel bad for his actions. Degrade him till he cried and pleaded. He knew he could take anything you gave him.

"I... I'm sorry," he stuttered, quickly tucking himself back into his pants. He knew that was a lame apology. How can you apologize for using your best friend's panties for masturbation? He didn't know what to tell you.

You didn't acknowledge his apology, just walked over to him. He made a move to get up, but you pushed him down on his back once you were near. He went all bug eyed when you pushed him down, a boner threatening to arise at the sudden contact. All too soon you moved your hand away from him.

"How did it feel to use my panties? Did you like getting off on my bed while I was gone?" you asked, face and voice void of emotion. Eddie gulped and avoided eye contact with you. He knew if he looked at you, he'd feel like a bug under your gaze. He didn't know if he wanted to answer that question. He thought maybe he could lie but you'd probably notice, so he decided against lying to you. There was no way to avoid the question. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he finally answered your question.

"I- I liked it..." Eddie admitted slowly. He glanced at you, still feeling the pressure of your hand on his chest. He couldn't tell if you were happy or mad by his admission. He hoped you were both, if that was even possible.

"You came hard," you commented after a moment, full blown amusement on your previously expressionless face. This surprised Eddie because he didn't think you'd be amused by him using your panties for his own gratification.

You gave him a small but devious smirk as you once again put a hand on his chest. But this time you didn't stop moving it. You traveled to his abdomen, hand massaging his soft abs through his shirt. Eddie bit his lips hard to contain a loud moan from slipping through his lips. He had no idea what you were going with this, but he enjoyed it.

"Does that feel good?" you asked, gaze cast down to the place you were moving your hand. Eddie was pretty sure you already knew the answer. Judging by the way his cock was noticeably standing up in his pants.

Eddie nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, it feels good. Please...touch my cock," he was so starved for your touch, but he needed more. He yearned for you to touch his needy cock. You chuckled and moved your hand completely away from his body. Before Eddie could start whining and begging for you to touch him, you put your hand directly on his bulge and gave it a squeeze.

He gasped as you rubbed him, first going slow then fast. Eddie considered himself in heaven when you moved your hand in his pants and underwear. You were finally touching his cock. He could almost cry in relief. He was so fucking hard and needy for you. Your fingers ghosted over his small patch of pubes before groping his shaft, giving him an experimental pump.

"Fuck yes, please keep touching my cock like that!" Eddie couldn't contain himself any longer. You were making him feel so good. Pride and embarrassment be damned.

You looked over to him, "You really are a filthy slut," you smirked at his needy behavior. Eddie's eyes rolled back at your words combined with your hand pumping at his leaking cock. You moved his cock out of his pants and pushed his pants to his ankles before they fell to the floor. He leaned on his elbows and quickly rid himself of his constricting shirt. Now fully naked and exposed, the air hit his cock, making Eddie hiss and whimper at the sensation.

While pumping your hand up and down his long and thick shaft, you circled his weeping tip, inciting a low moan from the vulnerable man below you. He thrust his cock in your grip for more pleasure only for his cock to be harshly hit by you. He whimpered at the sudden feeling.

"Don't be so greedy," you scolded him. Eddie quickly mumbled out an apology, still recovering from your hand moving up and down his poor cock. Truth be told, he was acting greedy and desperate. It took all of him to not push his hips into your grip.

Gradually, your hand sped up. Sinful noises came out of his open mouth, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes while his eyes rolled back once more at the sense of pure euphoria you made him feel. He felt so overwhelmed and weak, but he loved it all the same.

Your unpreoccupied hand squeezed and fondled his balls while your other hand circled his wet tip and pumped at his rock-solid cock in earnest. He thrashed and moaned under you while you edged him closer and closer to a world-shattering orgasm. You kept circling his bundle of nerves, enjoying the way his red tip spurts out pre-cum down his veiny cock.

"Needa cum s'bad, please let me cum," Eddie begged you pathetically, tears threatening to spill down his flushed red cheeks.

"You really want to cum that bad, huh? After you used my panties for your filthy desires. Why should you get to cum?" you asked him with feign curiosity, hand not stopping your furious pumping. You knew he needed to cum, his dick twitching wildly in your hand, proving that point. It was just his luck that you were feeling generous, even after Eddie got off on your bed like a deprived whore.

"I'm really sorry, please, I need to cum s'bad. I feel like I'm gonna explode~" Eddie cried out and arched his back off the bed, sweat pooling down his face, hairs sticking to his forehead. He looked ravishing, all cross eyed and desperate to cum all over himself for you. He wanted you to see what you were doing to him. How you made him feel.

But you didn't stop your fast pace on his cock. In fact, you sped up. He quickly realized you weren't going to let him cum when you wanted so he once again pleaded. He whimpered, whined, sobbed, and squirmed under your tight and unforgiving grip on his most sensitive parts. Disgusting squelching noises could be heard throughout the room along with pleas and moans. Eddie's deep but silky voice echoed in the room, voice rising gradually as the stimulation became too much for him.

"Need to cum for you, please let me fucking cum for you, it hurts s'bad, can't-shit- hold it any longer, nghhh~" he grits his teeth, hands gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. His hips twitched, aching to fuck up into your hand and spurt his hot semen on your fist and himself.

"Look at you, so desperate to make a mess all over yourself like the perverted whore that you are," you degraded him, relishing in Eddie's loud groans and pleas for you to have mercy on him. You lightly hit his balls that hung low and spat on the head of his dick, using it as lube- though his cock was already slick.

"Yes, fuck yes, m'so desperate for you. Wanna cum all over myself for you!" he once again cried out, tears now pouring from his dark eyes and running down his cheeks. He looked submissive and completely ruined by you. He repeated your name like a prayer, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. He basically melted in your hand.

Finally answering his vocal prayers, you spoke the words he's been begging to hear: "Cum for me Eddie, give me all of you," you encouraged him, making sure to never cease your strong strokes to his hard and weeping dick. Almost on command, his face screwed up and whole body instantly stilled while his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. His balls drew up as ropes of fresh and hot seed shot out of his dick. Shock waves of pleasure went throughout his body, making him shake. During his powerful orgasm, he shudders and cries, body starting to go numb, eyes rolling back as you fucked him through his orgasm, giving him strong and lazy strokes to drag out his already search shattering orgasm.

You wanted him to feel so good he could nearly pass out from the pleasure he felt. He looked so pretty and submissive, you wanted to ruin him. Make him your personal slut and fuck toy who obeys your every whim. You had no shame whatsoever. You continued to squeeze and pump at his cock till he was completely spent and empty of cum to give. His whole chest up to his neck was littered with spurts of ejaculation.

He breathed heavily and hissed once you removed your hand from his softening cock.

"I'm not done with you yet," you spoke after a few minutes of Eddie still recovering from the orgasm you gave him. You were fully naked. He didn't even notice you had removed your clothes because he was in such a daze after his orgasm. He also failed to notice you crawling on his chest, panties in hand, as you made your place sitting above his soft cock.

He removed his elbows that were covering his face and looked at you through dazed eyes. He yelped in surprise when he opened his mouth to speak, you shoved your panties into his mouth. He groaned once he tasted your slick on the lacy cloth.

"There you go, so perfect for me," you pat his red cheeks, eyes looking at him with adoration. Eddie couldn't help but preen at the ounce of praise you gave him. His heart raced while his dick slowly came back to life, "I figured since you love my panties so much why don't I stuff them in your filthy mouth," you added with a giggle.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy, you little pervert?" you tilted your head, looking down at him. He quickly nodded, hair shaking wildly as he moved his head eagerly in conformation, "Are you gonna be a good boy and make me cum all over your dick?" you hummed in question.

This time Eddie nodded with more enthusiasm. He said something but his speech was muffled from the panties occupying his mouth. Satisfied with his response, you lifted yourself off his chest and grabbed his half hard dick and lined him up to your soaking entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, moaning as his dick started to fill you up. Eddie groaned once your throbbing heat engulfed his cock.

His dick felt perfect in your pink walls, you clenched and unclenched around him. You didn't move, much to Eddie's chagrin, but adjust yourself slightly, giving him an ounce of pleasure that he was grateful for.

Keeping your emotions in check, you spoke, "If you want to cum, your gonna have to use your cock to make me cum first. I give you permission to touch me, slut," Eddie immediately grabbed your hips and thrust up into your tight heat. You bit your lip to stop from crying out as he savagely drove his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. He grunted and moaned as he did his best to make you cum quick. And he was doing a good job at it.

Soon enough he found your sweet spot and Jack hammered his cock to your g-spot. You moaned as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, your eyes rolled back. Eddie's dick throbbed and shook inside of you while wet slapping noises traveled in the room as the man below you drove you closer to an orgasm. You moved your hand down to you pussy and flicked your clit. He gripped your hips so tight, holding you in place while he pounds you into oblivion.

"Fuck, just like that, fuck my pussy just like that Eddie!" your thighs and body shook as you furiously rubbed at your clit meanwhile Eddie fucked you pounded you so well. Who knew your best friend could fuck so good?

Almost too soon, you felt yourself orgasm, juices squirting down Eddie's long shaft, while you close your eyes, and your mouth drops open as you shake. Just like you did to him, he fucked you through your orgasm, grip on your waist loosening but pace never faltering. You could hear Eddie moan and feel him shoot his sperm into your pussy. He fills your womb as you both come down from an orgasm. You remove the panties from his mouth and slowly lift yourself off of him. You move to lay besides him and rest your head on his chest.

For some time neither of you said anything. You two were comfortable in the silence and feel of each other. Eddie didn't want to say anything, but a question remained in his mind.

"Are we...still friends?" he looks at you and asks, nervous all over again. He was afraid that you'd never speak to him after everything. Noticing his nervousness, you smile at him. A light blush spread across his cheeks.

"I'd say we're a little bit more than friends, don't you think?" you laughed. He smiled back at you, cute dimples on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'd say,"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #dom!reader #dom reader #fem!dom #sub eddie munson #sub!eddie munson #sub character #sub!character

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years ago

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Ocean Eyes - Part 12

A/N - Finally an update!! i promise to not leave it as long for the next part.

Please like/comment/reblog, it gives me incentive to write quicker if i know people are actually enjoying my madness 💕

"You okay?" Chris asked suddenly making me jump, i thought he was asleep! He was currently wrapped around me acting as the big spoon.

"Jesus christ! You scared the crap outta me!" I chuckled quietly feeling stupid that he made me jump so bad.

"Sorry dahlin" he chuckled close to my ear "but are you okay?".

"Yeah just can't sleep, I've got so much going through my head i can't switch off"

"Its not because you're in here with me is it?"

"No of course not, this is actually just what i needed. I've missed laying in your arms...." I had caved and agreed to stay in Chris's room tonight, no funny business just sleeping. I felt Chris smile before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"I've missed this too. So what exactly is it keeping you awake beautiful? Talk to me..."

"Honestly? The whole thing with Brian.... how did he find me here??".

"I have no idea, but its very creepy!.... then again we shouldn't really be surprised, he had a habit of always knowing where you were. I got bad vibes off that guy the second i saw him".

We had called the police to report Brian but they couldn't do much about it as he technically hadn't done anything wrong, they said to call them again if we saw him around anymore.

"I don't understand why he's doing this! Its not like i led him on or anything, I've never shown that man any interest. I barely even talk to the guy!"

"He's clearly unstable"

"It scares me Chris...."

"Hey, i won't let him hurt you.... i already warned him to stay away...." Chris said through gritted teeth.

"What?...."

"It doesn't matter...."

I turned in his arms so i was now facing him "yes it does, what do you mean you warned him to stay away?"

"The day Scott and I came to get you and Mason to bring you here, you remember how he kept going on about where you were going and when you were coming back....then he asked you to dinner?"

"Oh yeah, you kinda snapped"

"Yeah.....I told him nicely to stay away from my family, that you were unavailable and uninterested.... that he should move on. I said if i found out he was harassing you still id make his life hell" he looked a little sheepish as he confessed to what had been said between the two of them.

"Well I'm guessing he didn't like to be told to stay away huh?"

"Apparently not. But lets not worry about him right now, you need to sleep"

"Ive been trying...."

"Come here" Chris said and rolled onto his back pulling me close until i was laying with my head on his chest, his hand stroking up and down my back. Back strokes were my weakness and he knew it! "You'll be asleep in no time" he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of my head. And he was right, with the steady thumping of his heart and his fingers stroking my back i was a goner.

I woke up alone, the bed already cold meaning Chris had been gone for a while. I reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet, it was nearly 10am!! I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to pee and check how bad i looked. Once i was done i headed downstairs to find Chris, Mason and Scott.

"Hey" Chris smiled at me as i entered the kitchen, he was sat at the dining room table in front of his laptop.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked too peaceful, besides you didn't get to sleep til late"

I nodded walking over to kiss him "thank you" i smiled running my hand over his bearded jaw "you're the best".

Chris pulled me down into his lap and deepened the kiss until i had to pull back enough to catch my breath and we both laughed.

"Where's Mason?"

"Walking Dodger with Scott, i gave him breakfast and helped him get dressed before they left"

"He wasn't any trouble was he?"

"Not at all. He's like the best behaved kid I've ever met"

"He has his moments don't be fooled" i chuckled thinking back to some tantrums id witnessed over the years.

"I don't believe you, that kid is an angel"

"You just wait and see Evans" i laughed before getting up and walking into the kitchen so i could get a coffee and some toast.

"So um, I've got to do an online interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon" Chris followed me into the kitchen.

"Okay" i nodded.

"I just thought id let you know i'll have to disappear for a while"

"Thats fine, Mason will probably be in bed by then and i'll just stay in the living room watching a movie with Scott"

"Now i feel left out" he pouted.

Later that day we all went outback and played some Wiffle Ball to pass the time, Chris and Scott getting competitive again.

"Mom I'm tired" Mason said wrapping his arms around my waist and cuddling up against me.

"You wanna go take a nap before dinner buddy?"

"Yeah"

"Come on then" i picked him up and he rested his head on my shoulder "guys Mason needs a nap, i think you've worn him out"

"I think i need a nap too!" Scott laughed.

"Well I'm gonna make a start on dinner, you have time for a nap if you wanna"

Walking back up to the house i started struggling with Mason, he was getting too big for me to carry around now! My baby was growing up too fast!

"You want me to take him?" Chris suddenly asked, i nodded and come to a stop before passing a sleeping Mason over to Chris.

"Thanks, he's getting heavy" i said sadly.

"No problem"

"I hate that he's getting too big for me to carry him when he's tired"

"I know but its okay, I'm here to help now"

"Who's gonna carry me? Im exhausted!" Scott added making us laugh quietly so we didn't wake Mason.

The evening flew by, we all had dinner then sat and watched Toy Story with Mason. When it came to bedtime Mason insisted that Chris read him a story and of course he couldn't say no. Once he was asleep Chris headed to his office to get ready for his interview while Scott and I headed to the living room to find a movie to watch.

"Sooooo....." Scott said dragging it out to sound scandalous as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"What?.... don't you what me Missy! I know you spent the night with Chris! So come on spill the tea sister!"

"You're ridiculous you know that?" I rolled my eyes at him and laughed at how comical he looked right now.

"Like i care" he shrugged "come on! Tell me what happened"

"Sorry to disappoint but nothing happened we just slept"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we're taking things slow"

"And who's decision was that?"

"We both said we don't wanna rush it"

"But you suggested it right?..... hey I'm not judging you for that" he quickly added when he saw me look away sadly.

"You're scared you're gonna get hurt again aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you be? I just wanna make sure we're gonna be okay, that its more than just sex. We were always good at that, the emotional stuff.... not so much"

We were halfway through the movie when Chris rushed in asking Scott to join him for a game that Jimmy Fallon wanted them to do.

"Really? I can't just leave Y/N on her own....."

"Go i'll be fine" i chuckled.

"Sorry dahlin, i hate leaving you on your own.... we wont be long though 15/20 minutes tops.

"Go do what you gotta do, I'm fine here watching this" i nodded to the TV.

While they were off doing the interview

I texted my mom and Hannah to check in, they were doing good all things considered. I quickly settled back in to watch the rest of the movie but was interrupted again by multiple message alerts on my phone. I looked to see it was Hannah blowing up my phone.

When i opened the thread i gasped, my heart was racing so fast.... i felt sick as my eyes landed on one thing in particular....... the headline!

"CHRIS EVANS HAS A SECRET FAMILY!"

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit @rynabarnesrogers-reading @rainbowkisses31 @rororo06 @supernaturalwintersoldier @fairlightswiftly @hiddelstannerbarnes @bellamy-barnes @buchanansebba @rosalynshields

Ocean eyes: @supraveng @michelehansel @melissaglenn5 @denisemarieangelina

@mrsjeffwittek @mery-be @marvelfansworld @cmalass @capstopavenger @fallenoutofrose @kelbabyblue @biebsmylife95 @loser-alert @traceyaudette @w3lissax @jennmurawski13 @ford66steal @saiyanprincessswanie @christocrave @jakiki94 @torntaltos @my-dearest-agent @ms-betsy-fangirl

If your name is crossed out i couldnt tag you.

#chris evans #ocean eyes #chris evans x reader #reader insert

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suwya · 4 years ago

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Till the Stars Had Run Away - Chapter 6

Summary: Killian Jones was a voyager. Actually, he was many things, or at least he had been - a lieutenant, a brother, a loving boyfriend - until everything had turned upside down and his life had hit an all time low. So, he gave up. Aboard his spaceship he abandoned Arcadia, his planet, navigating the stars and other solar systems in search of... well, he still didn't know what he was searching for, but his rule was "never remain in the same place longer than necessary."

Rating: M

Prologue; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

AO3

A/N: Sorry for the waiting, but real life came along and I had to stop writing for a couple of weeks. Thank you @thisonesatellite for being the best beta reader I could ever ask for. And thank to all of you who are reading this. Happy Labour Day!

Chapter 6 . .

Be not inhospitable to strangers,

lest they be angels in disguise.

(W. B. Yeats)

When Killian regained consciousness he found himself in what reminded him of a military hospital. There were thin white curtains around his bed, but through them he could spot other beds like his, most of them empty. The room seemed large and dimly lit.

He closed his eyes and remembered the crash landing, the unknown desert planet, the great rock that was about to crush Henry, and that feeling of unease and imminent danger he had felt just before the impact. Where was he? And above all what kind of situation was he in, a good or a bad one? He opened his eyes again, and noticed he wasn’t alone. A woman was checking his IV, and a nearby monitor was beeping intermittently.

Killian tried to sit up, but a stabbing pain in his lungs made him desist immediately. He groaned loudly.

“Look who’s awake.” Said the woman, who was now staring at him. “Hello, handsome.” She added cheerfully.

Killian had found himself dealing with uncharted waters several times in his life. He decided to play the waiting game. “This is usually my line, well, more or less.”

“Really? In this case, I'll warn my husband not to approach you.”

“Don’t worry I'm not into men, not recently at least.” He smirked.

“Oh, but my husband is quite the charming one.”

“I still prefer the company of a fair lady, if I could choose.” He winked and chuckled, and a dull pain made him gasp.

“Take it easy.” She immediately shifted her attitude from playful to worried. “How do you feel?”

“As if I've been hit by a rocket.”

“Not a rocket, but yes, you’ve been hit hard. You’ve suffered two broken ribs. And believe me, you were lucky, it could have been worse. Do you mind if I run some tests and see how you react?”

“No problem.”

While the woman was busy measuring his temperature, making him follow a small blue LED light with his gaze, and extracting some blood to examine later, he took advantage of the opportunity to observe her more closely. She had short black hair and green eyes, bright and lively in contrast to her very delicate skin. Killian found himself thinking of another pair of green eyes, which had been filling his thoughts frequently lately. The memory brought him back to reality quickly.

“What is this place?” He inquired, eager to know what had happened while he was unconscious.

“Welcome to Vernal-Den.” She answered smiling.

Killian tried to remember if he had ever read about this planet. “Never heard of it.”

“Yeah, we’re not very popular.”

Was she too concentrated on checking-in his vitals, or was she being too concise on purpose? He didn’t know, but he intended to keep an eye on her. “How long was I out?”

“A while.” Another elusive answer.

He decided to test the waters. “Were there ….other injured people with me?”

“If you’re referring to Henry and Emma, they are perfectly fine.” She seemed sincere. “They are staying at our place. Henry has visited you every day since you came in.”

“And Emma?”

“Well, she can’t come in. She’s not a relative of yours. But she has spent long hours sitting just outside that door.” She said pointing towards the exit. “I had to order her to go home and get some rest.”

After that she excused herself, saying that she had to attend to other patients.

He realized she hadn’t even told him her name. He didn’t know if he could trust her or not. The fact that she had avoided some of his questions sent chills down his spine. And most of all there was the Emma problem.

Why couldn’t she visit him? Was it true that it was only a matter of rules? Or was she in some kind of peril? He needed to know what was happening behind those doors that separated him from the woman that had been pestering his dreams in the last ten years of his life. He had to know that she was alright. To hell with rules! He thought. And by the way, when was the last time he followed one. He had to get out of this place. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his lungs was so strong that his vision started to blur and cold sweat formed on his temples. He lay back down on the bed, aware that in his conditions he couldn’t have gone far before collapsing unconscious on the floor. He promised himself to solve the problem as soon as he had enough strengths, but he couldn't dwell too much on that thought, because sleep was reclaiming his mind again.

~·~·~·~

Time passed very slowly, or so it seemed, but maybe it was simply the fact that every day looked the same. Killian was mostly asleep, probably due to the painkillers introduced through the IV, and when he woke up he couldn't tell how long he had been out, he couldn't even tell if it was day or night. There were no windows in that room.

During one of the moments when his mind regained consciousness, he felt the mattress drop slightly to one side and he slowly opened his eyes.

“You are awake! How do you feel? Can you breathe? Of course you can, you would be dead otherwise! Does it hurt?” Henry was sitting at the end of the bed, and he was asking a lot of questions, as usual. “Sorry.” He suddenly looked contrite. “I should let you rest, but…”

“It’s ok, lad.” Killian cut him off. “I’m glad to see you’re all in one piece.”

The boy greeted him with a wide grin.

Killian remembered the last moments before getting injured, and he was relieved to know that he had been able to prevent that rock from hitting Henry. But other worries crowded his mind. “How about your mom?”

“She’s fine. She’s outside. They won’t let her in. You know, only relatives and all that stuff.” He explained.

“I see. And why are you…?”

Henry didn’t let him finish the question. “I told them I’m your son.” He whispered with a conspiratory smile.

“Clever boy.” Killian’s chuckle turned soon into a cough due to the pain.

“Does it hurt?” The boy asked, frowning.

The man dismissed the question with a wave of his hand. “It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t want the lad to feel responsible for his well-being. “How many days have passed since we landed here?” He asked, changing the subject.

“I don't know exactly.” And at Killian’s questioning look, he added, “It’s complicated.”

“How so?”

“People live underground here,” The boy started to explain, “With no opportunity to look outside. And there are no clocks. My watch had probably broken when we arrived, it doesn’t work anymore.”

The man hummed, he was starting to understand. The lack of windows, the elusive answer he had received from the dark-haired nurse… everything was beginning to tally in Killian’s head. “I want you to think carefully about everything you saw outside this room. Did you feel something was wrong?”

The boy shrugged. “I don't know.” He seemed to ponder. “This place is strange. Lots of corridors and passages underground. We are not allowed to go out into the open. They say it’s dangerous. But I never felt a threat or something. I would rather say it’s boring.”

“Why boring?”

Henry was trying to find the right words to explain it. “All the days are the same, people repeat the same actions every day. They say it’s useful to maintain a routine. But I don’t think Mary Margaret and David are bad people.”

“I’m sorry, who?” Killian asked.

“Oh, yeah, Mary Margaret, she is your nurse. We’re staying at her home. She is very nice. And David is her husband. He showed me the greenhouse. It’s awesome and huge, you should see it! But I don’t think he works there. I don’t know what his job is.”

Routine? New people? A greenhouse? Well, that was a lot of information to process. But Killian felt sleep calling him back. Next time I see that lady Margaret, I’m going to ask her not to put more painkillers in my IV. He thought. “Thank you, Henry, for everything. But I may need to rest for a while now.” He managed to say before falling asleep again.

~·~·~·~

Emma knew Killian was feeling better, Henry had told her about their short chat, and some of her child's enthusiasm had even infected her positively, but she continued to feel restless, she wanted to make herself useful. Most of all, she wanted to see Killian again.

All this absurd situation was her fault. And no, she was not thinking about the fact that Killian was lying on a hospital bed because of some bad decisions she had made lately. No. She was not going down that path again. She had already spent a lot of hours regretting many choices done in the last month.

But this was nonsensical, why couldn’t she visit a friend that was hurt and maybe in need of some company? She had actually had a chance to say that she was his wife; after all in the eyes of her guests, she and Killian had a son together, so why not lie a bit more and make Mary Margaret believe that she and Killian were married. But the thought of a possible long time spent together on this planet feigning to be a happily married couple scared her, and she couldn’t go on with the lie.

So there she was, sitting on a very uncomfortable metal chair in the waiting room. She had spent more hours there than she could count.

David had passed by to greet his wife, and he had offered to take Henry with him, on the way back home. So she was left alone with her thoughts.

Mary Margaret peeked out the door with a steaming mug in her hand. “Take this. It will help.”

She agreed with a nod. “Thank you.” She sipped some of the hot liquid and it felt like her nerves were starting to relax a little.

“You should go home and rest. It's late.” The woman said.

“Mary Margaret let me enter.” Emma pleaded for the umpteenth time.

“We have already talked about it. You know I can’t do that. There are strict rules down here, and the best way for us to survive is to follow them.”

“This is insane. I’m not a dangerous criminal or someone who is plotting to destroy this planet. I just want to see him. Please.” She begged.

The dark-haired woman seemed to be pondering all the possible consequences. “All right.” She sighed. “Let’s just say that I’m going inside and leave the door ajar, by mistake, of course. I have to check some very important documents, so I’ll be busy and concentrated. I’m not going to ask you what you’re going to do in the next... fifteen minutes or so. Okay?”

“Thank you.” Emma handed her the cup back, rising from her chair. “You won’t regret it.”

After Mary Margaret disappeared behind the door, Emma waited some minutes before going after her. The room was large and there were many beds, she had no idea where Killian was, but after a quick look at the surroundings, she discovered that only a couple of all the beds were occupied.

She approached one of those and gently opened the curtain trying not to disturb the patient lying inside.

Killian seemed asleep. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes. She could only imagine the pain he was going through. She had her heart in her throat because she felt responsible for the situation. If they hadn't taken a detour because she had requested it, they'd probably all be home safe and sound by now.

“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted her with a painful grin.

Immersed as she was in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that he had woken up. She smiled, trying to be strong and not show her inner turmoil. “Do they treat you well here?”

“I'm not complaining. The nurse is kind and the food is edible.” He tried to downplay the situation. “Although I would prefer the care and attention of a certain blonde.” He winked.

Emma chuckled. Then she went closer to him and sat down on the side of his bed, trying not to cause him any more pain. She looked him straight in the eye, and then, gently, she took his hand in hers, intertwining her fingers with his. She saw him swallow hard, and the beeping of his heartbeat accelerated on the monitor. She smiled softly again. “Thank you for saving my son’s life.”

She saw how he wet his lips before answering as if his mouth had been suddenly dry. “It was the right thing to do.” Was his answer, but his voice came out slightly choked.

Emma looked back, checking if any hospital employee was nearby, “I shouldn’t be here, and unfortunately my time is running out. But I wanted to see you... needed to see with my own eyes that you are ok... well, more or less.” She whispered, with her gaze lowered, avoiding eye contact. The physical connection of their joined hands was already arousing too many contradictory emotions inside her.

“Aye. I know the feeling.” He replied, letting her know that he had been eager to establish contact with her throughout his stay in the hospital.

At those words, she stared at him again. “Get well soon.” She bent down and dropped a mild kiss at the corner of his lips. “We need you.”

~·~·~·~

Killian was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. This time there was no way he would fall asleep again. Every time he thought about what had just happened his beeping monitor sped up. He blushed. It had been just a chaste kiss, nothing compared to the hot and breathtaking one they had shared a few days before. But she had said it had been a one-time thing and he had promised himself not to indulge in those lustful thoughts anymore. Yet, this last kiss had seemed much more real, and meaningful... it had left him with a feeling of hope.

Hope and distress. Emma was such a strong and beautiful woman, a marvelous creature, as he liked to describe her in his mind, and a princess even. And what was he? A rebel, and a scoundrel. Or a rapscallion... whatever. Okay, maybe not anymore, but he had been in the past, for many years. He had been trying to redeem himself lately. But was he worth enough of her? That was the million dollar question.

He was still ruminating on it when the known brunette peeked out the curtains. “Hello. How are you today?” She greeted him with a bright smile, as usual.

“Better.” He hoped the monitor on his right wasn’t showing his state of mind.

She came closer. “Do you mind if I check your ribs? It's time to change the dressing.” After a short pause, she added, “I'm sorry, but we don't have the best equipment to assist our patients. We have to work with what we have available on this planet.” She said pointing to the bands that covered his chest.

Killian nodded, and Mary Margaret started to untie the bandages. She seemed concentrated on her task, probably she was trying to avoid causing him any pain. It was only when she started to apply an ointment on the bruises, that she spoke again. “You love her.” It was just a whisper, and Killian doubted if he had heard correctly. But then she added “Emma.”

It wasn’t a question, and he pondered what was the correct answer, or if she was expecting one. “I'd go to the end of the world for her… Or the multiverse.” He said eventually.

“And she for you, I take it?”

Killian chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“What’s the problem?” She looked at him surprised. Then took some clean gauzes and started to wrap them on him.

“She's bloody brilliant, an amazing woman. She fights for her son and always does what’s right.” Killian’s voice was so full of admiration.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Mary Margaret inquired.

Killian shook his head again. “She raised the bar very high. The fact is, I don't think I measure up.”

The woman folded the old bandages and took the ointment bottle, then she stood up, she was making an exit when she stopped short. “Since you came here I've been watching you.”

“I don't know if I should be flattered or scared.” The man tried to ease the tension of the moment.

“We don’t have many foreigners on this planet, but believe me, you're not one of the bad guys. You sacrificed yourself for the sake of a young boy. There's good in your heart.” She smiled at him softly. “I’m going to look for the doctor; I bet you’ll be leaving this room soon.”

~·~·~·~

The following day started the same as the previous ones. But during the first hours of the evening a man in a white coat came to visit Killian. He explained the medications and precautions to be taken to him, some movements that he should avoid for a while, and other tips for a speedy recovery. Then he handed over some papers for the patient to sign to be discharged. Finally some good news.

After a while redressing and packing up his few belongings in his satchel Killian went to the door. Walking hurt a bit but nothing he couldn’t bear.

Mary Margaret was already waiting for him, and a tall blonde guy was with her. “You must be Jones.” He said. When they shook hands, Killian learned his name was David Nolan, and he remembered Henry had mentioned him in his conversations. “I’m going to take you to our humble abode.”

Nolan's house was in fact modest. A loft with a large dining room, a kitchenette, a bedroom, and a small bathroom on one corner, all open, without doors, except for the bathroom. There was a raised bedroom opposite it, whose access was a metal stair.

Dinner was good, if a little awkward. Emma didn't interact much, and Killian wanted to ask if something was troubling her, but he preferred to wait for a better time, perhaps a less crowded one. Henry entertained them with what he had done throughout the day and kept repeating how glad he was that Killian was back with them.

But the man was still a bit cautious with those new people around him. He didn’t know them, especially the Nolan guy, who had been silent for most of the dinner, glancing sidelong at him as if he wanted to study him thoroughly before making a personal judgment. The feeling was mutual, Killian thought.

Just after dessert, David started to speak. “What will you need to restore your ship?” He asked.

“Uh… a new stabilizer, I think, and some parts of the propulsion engine for sure. But I’ll have to look closely at the damages to be sure there’s nothing else broken.”

The blond man nodded. “Not many ships come and go from here. But I hope we can find all the pieces you need.”

“Thank you, mate.”

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to the hangar where your ship is. We’ll have a look at it.” He seemed sincere in his generosity.

“May I help?” Henry barged in.

A chorus of “No!” echoed the room.

“I appreciate the support, but it could be dangerous.” Killian explained.

“I hate being here. I feel trapped.” The boy complained.

Mary Margaret sighed. “This is a feeling that will vanish with time.”

The woman was no doubt trying to instill some optimism, but Killian didn't like the idea of staying in that place longer than necessary. “Well, then, let’s hope we could leave this planet before the feeling has entirely vanished.” He made a grin and passed his hand on his side.

“Time for resting.” The brunette stated although it sounded more like an order. “But before that, we should change those bandages. Emma, would you like to help me?”

“Me?” Emma, who had been silent and a bit on the sidelines all evening, seemed to re-emerge from wherever she’d gone.

“He won’t be able to do it by himself when you won’t live here anymore. It’s better if you learn how to help him.” Mary Margaret clarified.

Emma looked like she was going to object, but in the end, she asserted. “Sure.”

~·~·~·~

If a certain nervousness had taken hold of Emma as she climbed to the upstairs room, it disappeared the instant Mary Margaret helped Killian get rid of his shirt. That wasn’t a thorax, it was a nautical chart. Most of it was covered by gauze, but she could still spot many marks and scars.

There was a tattoo, two of them to be exact, but Emma saw just one at first. It was on his right forearm; it was a big red heart with a dagger running through and the name “Milah” across it. Emma made a mental note to ask him later who she was.

Mary Margaret showed her how to unfasten the bandages, and then she ordered her to stand behind him, to help better in removing them all.

On his back, Emma saw the second tattoo, on his right shoulder. It was an old nautical instrument she had read about in a book when she was younger, but she couldn’t remember the exact name. The drawing was beautifully detailed, even if it had faded, it was probably older than the other one, she thought.

And when all the gauze was out of the way, she saw them: tiny, blurred, old scars that studded most of his back. Emma wondered what kind of life he had to endure when he was very young.

Mary Margaret asked her to help with the ointment. She had already opened the bottle and was showing the blonde woman how much cream to use. But Emma wasn't listening, standing now in front of the man, her attention was caught by the glorious chest hair that was covering most of his torso.

Okay, there was also a big, horrible bruise on his right ribs, but Mary Margaret was saying that it seemed on the way to a fast recovery, if the yellow and purple veining was some indication.

Emma was ogling and she wasn’t ashamed of it either. The amount of hair decreased in the lower part of his chest, leaving a black trail that disappeared under the hem of his pants.

"See something you like?" Emma was abruptly taken back to reality by a smug Killian that was smirking at her while arching an eyebrow. She blushed. She was caught red-handed, but she couldn’t let him win. She took advantage of the fact that Mary Margaret was looking for something in a nearby drawer, to get closer to him. She looked at him lasciviously from under her lashes. “Maybe?” She purred.

Now it was his time to blush, he looked intently at his feet, but she found the bright red that appeared on his ears extremely endearing. Point for Emma.

Mary Margaret taught the other woman how to fix the bandages, and Emma had to use some tiny hooks to hold them together. She did not miss the opportunity to casually slide her fingers over a part of his chest hair that came out of the bandages.

“Bloody Hell!” Killian muttered.

Emma retreated her hand immediately. “Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Worries that she had done something wrong clouded her gaze.

“Apologies.” Killian was scratching behind his ear, in evident embarrassment. “While I do enjoy two lovely ladies attending to my needs, I'm not used to someone taking care of me…” He smiled and brought his mouth close to Emma’s ear: “I’m usually the one who devotes full attention to a woman’s needs.” He whispered, but clearly not as quietly as he would have liked, because Mary Margaret's answer - “Well, you will have to put that off for a while” - made him blush again like a schoolboy scolded by his teacher.

~·~·~·~

Suddenly it was bedtime. Everyone was busy making preparations and taking shifts for the bathroom to change for the night. Killian was upstairs, staring at the bed he knew he had to share with Emma, who was arranging a pillow on the nearby sofa. He passed a hand through his hair and then scratched a spot behind his right ear. “I'll crash on that couch.” He stated as if it was the most logical conclusion to a battle he was fighting inside.

“Don't be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “It's barely long enough for Henry. Plus, you’re still recovering, you absolutely need to rest.”

He didn't seem very convinced. “Emma, I'm not sure this is a good idea.”

“And why is that?” Was her exasperated reply, turning towards him with her hands on her hips. “What are you going to do? Seduce me with a couple of broken ribs and a ten-year-old boy sleeping next to us?”

He lifted his arms and surrendered. “Fair point.” He conceded.

In no time they were all ready for the night and Henry was snoring softly on the sofa. Killian was supine, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the events of the day. In any case, sleep had no intention of coming, but he tried not to move. He didn’t want to wake up his roommates. Emma was lying close with her back to him and he didn’t know if she was already in the arms of Morpheus.

He turned his head to observe how her upper body moved with the rhythm of her breathing, blond curls covering her shoulders. Killian had to repress the urge to touch them. And as if responding to his call, she stirred and turned to face him.

Her eyes opened lazily. “Still awake?” She murmured.

“I have the feeling that I’ve slept enough for the rest of my life.” He whispered. “But you can’t rest either, I see.”

She didn’t answer.

Perhaps it was the closeness, perhaps it was the fact that they had spent the last few days apart. Killian didn't know how he found the courage, but he lifted his left arm as an invitation. “Come here,” he said.

She seemed to ponder the situation, chewing her bottom lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He decided not to think about all the possible implications of that sentence. He was falling in love with her, he was aware of it. Probably the simple doubt that she might not reciprocate was already hurting him, but he knew that at that moment she was referring only to his physical bruises. “You won’t.”

She slipped under the sheets towards him, resting her head gently on his left shoulder and placing a hand on his chest, avoiding the bruised part. Not many minutes passed before her lids grew heavy and she dozed off to the rhythm of his heartbeats. Killian placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

#cs ff #cs au #Till the Stars Had Run Away #alternative universe #science fiction #space au #my writing

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snowydaffodils · 4 years ago

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Exhilarating

1741 words | 3rd Person POV

Another short fluff - this time with Seventeen's Josh!

Synopsis: Everything was dull and boring, but when she entered the room, she was like a breath of fresh air.

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Despite the well designed interior and the fancy vases that decorated the room, it didn't push away the feeling of unfamiliarity and solitude that Joshua had felt since he arrived - or at the very least became aware of his surroundings. He didn't feel the isolation as much when he first came, because his vision (and memory) was blurry. He remembered people talking around him, and he remembered being taken from one place to another, but he didn't remember what they were saying exactly, or where they brought him to. When he came to, they told him he collapsed on pre-recording, and they had to immediately bring him to the hospital.

Joshua sighed. While the room was probably one of the most luxurious ones he'd been in, there was an odd unsettling feeling that disturbed him as he lay there, alone. It didn't help that he was wearing hospital clothes instead of his own and also that he was stuck to an IV drip. Just in between the door and floor, he saw shadows that stood tensely beyond his room, and he could guess them as the assigned security for him - just in case one of those sasaengs reached him somehow.

With the window shutters being closed down, it further elongated his feeling of being boxed in, as Vernon would've phrased it. His members were off to another schedule that he later would have to make up for, so nobody would be on the group chat. He would've called his mom to push away the loneliness, but it would have been barely dawn in Los Angeles.

The ceiling, once a comfortable target to place his sights on, slowly grew dull and boring, so he moved to lay sideways instead, facing the door. It was then when he heard noises and steps coming towards his direction, and the shadows under the door moved around for the first time.

His eyes perked up to see who was coming, hoping it would be his manager, or one of the members who finished their schedules early and came to see him. Instead of them, a white coat caught his eyes, the person in it fiddling with the notes she was holding as she entered the room.

"Mr. Hong, right?" she smiled, pulling up her glasses as she approached him. "Hong Jisoo."

The way she called him was cheerful and perky, and it brought a different light to enter the room. It suddenly didn't seem so sullen, and for that, Joshua was happy she entered, whoever she may be.

"Yes?" he managed, as he pulled himself up to sit straight and look at her properly.

"Good morning," she cheered, and he noticed that she was looking directly into his eyes. While he was used to direct eye-contact in America, Koreans tend to deem that action impolite, so he didn't really expected it. Even so, he had always thought of eye contact as an important element in communicating - it shows just how much attention you were getting from the other person. Her eyes seemed bright as he returned the contact, and the mere fact that they were looking into each other's eyes played a huge part in lightening up the room.

"Morning," Joshua replied, trying to smile back as politely as he could, despite the heaviness of his head while keeping his body upright.

"Oh, you shouldn't move too much!" she said upon seeing him. "You were running a high fever, on top of that you were dehydrated and overworked, too. Your temperature went down slightly, but you're still in a feverish range," she said quickly, adjusting the small tube that was connected to his arm.

"I feel better, though," Joshua reasoned, giving the girl a small smile to support his subjective argument. She puffed and blew the little bangs annoying her eyes away and placed her hands on her hips.

"Better doesn't equal good enough," she said, the look in her eyes clearly opposing his attempts to be let go. "Besides, take this opportunity to actually rest, okay? Its a big fancy room with fancy lighting, a TV and good speakers, and we'll get you food in a moment. You can't argue that this is not heaven," she rambled, pointing at his surroundings.

Joshua laughed, he had never met a doctor like this one. "You have a point," he said. "But, do you think you can move me to another room? Preferably with people?"

She blinked. "You want to switch rooms?"

Joshua looked around, there was a nurse standing right behind this doctor girl, and his security guard had stepped inside since the girl entered. They all looked at him weird and obviously against the idea, so he just nodded timidly and sighed.

"Its just that," the girl waited for his response patiently, her hands back on her the edge of his bed and the other on her notes. Joshua continued, unsure of himself as well. "It gets too quiet, and uh, silence gets pretty uncomfortable for me."

She gave him one look and spared a few seconds for her thoughts before she returned him with a reply. "Well, your manager told me its best you're not even seen by anyone at all, for your safety."

Of course he did. Joshua didn't doubt that, and he understood those orders completely, so he just nodded, accepting defeat. Worth a try though.

But she wasn't quite finished. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket, checked her screen for a while before coming back to him. "I can stay with you and chat if it helps," she grinned. "People call me a chatterbox, so why not put it to good use, right?"

"Are you not busy?" Joshua asked, pretty set aback by her suggestion, but was not against it.

She shook her head, swaying her bangs left and right before giving him a reassuring smile. "Not if nobody's calling for me. You're actually free to go after this drip," she points at the hanging liquid with the notes on her hand, "All you have to do is wait for your manager to pick you up. After all, your fever did go down, and we'll give you acetaminophens to take. What you really need is food and rest."

While the rest of the people in the room looked at her weirdly at her offer to be a chatterbox, she paid no mind to it and grabbed herself a chair to sit on by Joshua's bed. Joshua, on the other hand, just nodded numbly, unsure of what kind of reaction he should give, or what words to say. He had no reason to refuse, though, so he said nothing.

"You guys can go," she dismissed the nurses who followed immediately, and the security guard simply eyed her for a few seconds before returning to his post. She was the assigned doctor, after all, he couldn't (and shouldn't) restrict her from her patient.

Once they all left, Joshua blurted the question that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue. "So, do you stay to chat with all the patients you meet?"

She settled in her seat and gave him an ambiguous smile - one Joshua understood to not be completely genuine, but wasn't fake either. "Just the ones that seem particularly lonely."

"And," Joshua paused, picking his words carefully. "You don't have other lonely patients?"

She chuckled. Pressing her fist on her cheeks, she rephrased his question for him, "You mean why aren't I busy treating other patients?" The question stunned him for a while. He didn't expect her to be that direct, especially to her patient; but to be honest, he didn't mind it one bit.

Usually, when this kind of situation happened - where a conversation turned too straightforward for him to handle, Joshua would've chuckled awkwardly and politely, and just nodded or something to move on from the discomfort. But this time, he didn't know if it was because his head was still revolving, or if it was because he'd spent too much time with Jeonghan, but he didn't take the polite route and just directly returned her question with another one. He simply nodded. "Yeah, sure, if you care to tell?"

The response wasn't one she was used to receiving, so she was a bit flustered at the blunt exchange for a few seconds. "Huh," she huffed, but smiled. "I guess I'm assigned to do the extra stuff. Nobody wants to talk to patients and their guardians if its nothing medical related. Doctors are awkward that way. They prefer to research, write papers, and explore surgeries. And so they pushed me here," she gestured to the room around her. "To the VIP wards."

Before Joshua could take offense into her words, she disclaimed, "Not that you're 'extra stuff', but you must understand that some VIP patients can be," she gave him an awry grin, one that was indicating something negative, as she searched for the right word. She didn't seem to find one, but eventually settled with the description: "Exhilarating," which she worded with a shoulder shrug, indicating that it wasn't the correct word at all.

Joshua just laughed at her antics, wondering if the medical dramas about VIP patients actually happen in real life that she would describe them that way. "Would you say I'm - well - exhilarating, then?"

At this point, her smile was no longer ambiguous. Looking like she was in deep thought, she answered, "You're a different kind of exhilarating." Her dimples further accentuated the honesty in her smile. "I mean, obviously, you're well aware that you have got the looks," she reasoned, not at all embarrassed to compliment him, which was different for a change - but a good different.

"That I do," Joshua grinned. He was an idol, after all, he should be confident in his visuals.

"And you're young - not many VIPs are as young," she continued, still thinking of more answers. "And most people would've reprimanded me for speaking so casually and bluntly to a patient about her work. They'd say I was rude."

Joshua snickered. "Should I, then? Reprimand you, I mean?"

Her eyes rounded at his statement, and then she suddenly clasped her hands together and bowed her head. "I would reaaally, reaaaally appreciate it if you don't."

He laughed. This girl is really something.

"What was your name, again? Can I call you by name?" Joshua asked, visibly more comfortable.

And she returned him with another ambiguous smile.

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rumor-imbris · 3 years ago

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To keep your mind busy while you're in a train.

Besides Connor (your sweetheart) do you like another assassin?

Any future fic of Mary and Connor?

Which part you find it difficult: the writing of the novel or the research on how it was the New World in the 18th Century?

~From the fatina 😊 ✨

Giulietta, my sweet fairy! Here I am, I'm sooo late, sorry! Connection was really bad on board the train because of the many tunnels, then I was tired to death and fell asleep! UoU zzZ So, thank you so much for your ask. Wow, how many questions! Let's start...

1. Ezio was the one who started it all for me, he was my mentor ^-^ righ before I found my soulmate in the Mowhak Valley (▰˘◡˘▰) So, yes, I can say a very affectioned one is Ezio; like for anyone else, I guess, he enters your heart, makes you a novice and never leaves you. I also had a big crush on him in the beginning, (again like everybody!) but you know I'm very jelous by nature, so it couldn't work between us xD!!! And then you came and he fell for you! Oh, and his sister Claudia! i think she's amazing and I'm one of those poeple who think she deserved a spin-off game! Claudia inspired me a lot to create Mary's path in my AC3 FF novel!

Adewhale is also an assassin I really loved, very well written, tenacious and amazing, very underrated. I really liked that in "Freedom Cry" you're not motivated by money or resources, but in terms of freed slaves; it represents very well Ade's purpose, I think.

And then, of course Grandpa Edward! I'm not a big fan of AC IV Black Flag, but grandpa is grandpa! In my headcanon AU Grandpy Eddy is still alive and so proud of his grandson captain of the Aquila ★~(◡‿◡✿) 2. Mmhh... I have something on my mind. The main story is concluded, but I was thinking of writing some separate episodes, little adventures, maybe one where they sail to England, a new OC and fragments of their life before and after the journey North. We'll see. Some things are well shaped already on my mind, other less, but as always, I think I'll start writing only when I think it's the right moment ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

3. This is a good and interesting question. As I wrote here many times, writing the whole novel was a super hard thing on its own, it took a lot of motivation. I had to force myself thinking that this was something I wanted to do for myself, no matter the purpose or gaining nothing useful out of all of the work it could have taken, it was all about me and my passion. Also it took almost three years and during that time many things evolved and changed, in between which I had one of the worst moments of my life and the writing process was completely ceased, until things started to align in a more positive way and I felt like going on writing again and concluding the story. It happens, I guess. The most difficult part, however, for me was the naval language. Historical research for a period writing is never easy, I've been there before, for other stuff I wrote in the past, and this time most of that part was in the main game already. The naval technical language though is... tough! Also I had to search terms both in Italian and then in English, as they are very different! It was hard, but I learnt a lot. The world of the ships, vessels, frigates, brigantines and so on is extremely fascinating, but it's a real maze! You could easily end up losing yourself and making mistakes, especially when it comes to describe battles in open sea and list the cannon types, the shots, the directions and all the sailors' terms the case requires! Furthermore, about Mary, I always tried to keep in mind that she is a young lady in the 18th century. A very difficult time for women, mainly ruled by men, when people thought that a girl's only purpose in life (even a wealthy one) was to get married well and give birth. I don't want to spoil too much, but I mentioned an important figure of Feminism and progressive thinking back then, I hope you might want to read until the end to find out who she is!

Sorry for the very long answers, I hope everything is clear and exhaustive! Thanks again for the ask, come visit me again whenever your curiosity wishes to!

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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Long Lost Love (Part 5)

Prompt: Clint just lost everything. He turns to you – an old friend and an old flame – for comfort. Can you keep your old feelings at bay? Can he?

Word Count: 4043

Warnings: The Snap, grief, loss, mentions of abuse throughout series, angst will be the best friend in this fic

Note: This was written after IW, but before Endgame - so I have my own take on how certain things happened. Couldn’t have done this without @arrow-guy @carryonmyswansong @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (my amazing betttaa!) @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Aesthetic by @dontshootmespence

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For one year, you two did this. You got up at dawn together, ate a quick breakfast, tended to the animals, did the repairs around the farm, went out for supplies, ate dinner, then went to bed separately.

You kept your word on going into the city every Monday and Wednesday. You didn’t have half as many patients or clients as before, but the money still helped both you and your staff. You kept your apartment in the city too. You needed something familiar after all the craziness.

Life was… getting better though. Clint smiled more now, he laughed here and there. He was eating better. You really started to believe he was coming out of his grief, ever so slightly. As it turned out, his family wasn’t the only one he lost in what the Avengers called “The Snap”. Apparently, quite a few people he cared about were gone too. Wanda Maximoff and Sam Wilson being some of them.

He didn’t much keep in contact with the team. You tried to encourage him to, but he said every time he called them it just reminded him of what he lost. You didn’t quite understand, but you respected him enough not to push it.

One day, a pipe in the barn had rusted out, so Clint got the things to fix it but he ran out of plumbers tape and needed a monkey wrench. Two things he thought he had brought in his toolbox, but apparently not. He asked you to go grab them from the garage. You nodded and jogged for a bit back to the garage. It was a really hot, dry day and you felt like you needed two showers. The weeds were tall and dry and you couldn’t wait for the next rain to get some of this dust down.

You got into the garage looking for the plumbers tape. Clint had never organized this freaking mess. You started pulling out bins from a shelf when you looked inside one, you found an old wedding album. It was covered in dust, but it was lace covered. You frowned and opened it. The tools were long forgotten.

Inside of the book were pictures of Clint and Laura… It was like a punch to the gut.

Both of them stood with giant grins on their faces. They had the typical run of the mill wedding. She was in a satin gown, her hair up, a simple pendant on her necklace. She held his hand, smiling proudly. Her veil was perfect. He stood there in a tux, his smile rivaling that of the sun.

You flipped through, and you didn’t know if you were going to smile from how happy and silly they looked on their special day. How happy you were for both of them. Or if you were going to scream and cry and break down because it should’ve been your day. He’s all you’d ever wanted…

Why weren’t you good enough? What went wrong?

After several minutes, Clint came running into the garage. “Y/N? Where the hell-- Oh, there you are. Did you find the stuff? We gotta get this pipe fixed.”

He didn’t see what you had in your hands because you were turned away from the door he just came through.

“You never told me why you never asked me back out…”

He instantly stiffened. “Y/N,” he started, his tone full of warning. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

You turned around, snapping the wedding book shut as you looked at him. “No I wanna know. When we left the circus, I was under the impression that one day you’d come back for me....”

He took a few steps closer to you. “I tried, I wanted to, but with SHIELD--”

You were beyond angry. You were trying to hold this in because you knew he was grieving and you didn’t want to come into his life like a hurricane and make his pain worse. But you had feelings too that had never even been addressed or considered, so you wanted to know.

“Don’t blame SHIELD, you married Laura so something was okay with having a life, a wife, a family.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt and I didn't think you wanted me back.”

“What gave you that idea?” you questioned, entirely flabbergasted.

“When I visited you in Manhattan you said you didn’t want a guy in your way.”

You frowned, trying to remember the interaction. When you finally did, you looked up at him. “That? You thought I meant you? I was talking about other guys, Clint!”

“I thought you meant it as a subtle way to tell me to take a hike.”

Your eyes wildly searched his. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t be with the only man you ever loved because he misunderstood a half-assed joke years ago?

“No!” you cried out. “I waited for years for you to come back,” you stated, tears flowing despite your efforts to keep them inside.

He looked down, feeling guilty and ashamed that he didn’t make it more clear back then that he did want you back. “Well, I’m sorry. I thought you were moving on.”

“No,” you informed, your voice full of anger and sorrow. You shook your head. “I was waiting.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. You said your life was too busy at the moment, I just assumed you meant for me, for everyone,” he said, not realizing how badly he’d been mistaken. He thought back to that day the clinic, realizing how your words would’ve sounded, but you thought he knew you well enough you meant other men. Anguish started to wrap around him slowly, creeping up into his throat. “I had no idea.”

“Well now yow you do.” You shoved the album into his chest and went back outside.

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For the next few days, you cried yourself to sleep. Thinking Clint didn’t want you was one thing. Thinking he just wanted to move on was one thing.

But finding out he actually thought you were telling him to move on was just unbelievable to you. You’d spent all this time, all these years, waiting for him and he had no idea. You thought you were clear. You thought it was understood on both sides that you’d get your lives together and he’d come back for you.

You couldn’t go after him, you didn’t even know what part of the world he was in most of the time. You wanted to write letters, to make it clear. After he joined SHIELD and visited you in college, you thought he’d come back, again. He came back then, right? You just assumed he was still getting his life together.

Then one day… he had visited you… and told you about Laura.

The bell chimed to your clinic, the same one that always introduced new clients and their precious patients. But this bell chimed to signal that the only person you’d ever loved just walked through the doors.

You happened to be out front at the desk, talking to your front desk staff, going through a chart when he walked in. You looked up and saw the disheveled blonde looking like a sight for sore eyes.

“Clint, hey,” you beamed, grinning from ear to ear. You wondered if this was it, if this was when he was finally going to ask you to be with him again. You felt it had been long enough. It’d been over a decade. He was well into SHIELD by now, and you were well on your way to Manhattan’s finest veterinarian. Maybe he was finally coming to tell you he was ready, ready to be together, to start a family -- you certainly were.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see,” he greeted kindly.

“Yeah, I’ll say. It’s been forever. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” he answered, shrugging as he put his hand in his pants. “Hey, you wanna grab coffee? Do you have time?”

You glanced down at your schedule and then your watch. “Yeah, I’ve got a little over an hour before my next appointment. Girls, can you make sure to take care of any walk-ins?” you requested. They said they would and you two were off. The closest cafe was only three doors down. After a quick trip out of your clinic front, you found the cafe, ordered, got your drinks, and sat down.

“How have you been?” he asked and you suddenly realized what had been off about him since he walked in -- he seemed nervous.

“I’m fine?” you responded, sounding as if it was a question. You let out a laugh to indicate how befuddled you were. In a way, it was. You were confused as to why he was giving you small talk. You two grew up together, you were closer with him than anyone on this planet. Why was he being so weird?

“That’s good. Really good. I’m glad to hear it. Your business?”

“The clinic is doing just fine. I’m treating all kinds of animals. I’m really good. Are you? You seem a bit… off.” You wanted to reach towards him, possibly comfort him or just be closer to him. It seemed like you hadn’t hugged him in centuries.

He looked down for a moment. He hadn’t touched his coffee, that was a red flag right there. If Clint Barton could IV the coffee, he would. Something must’ve been really troubling him.

He took a deep breath and then looked up at you again. “I’ve met someone,” he informed evenly.

Ice felt as if it replaced your heart. You stared at him in utter shock, horror, dismay, confusion, bewilderment. You struggled to keep your composure at all. How… How could you have been this blind?

“Oh?” was all your lump-ridden throat would let out.

“Yeah, uh, her name is Laura. She’s great. She really kind of kicks my ass when I need it.” He softly chuckled. “We got married…”

Did he want you to be happy for him? How the hell could you not see this? Were you waiting for a man for over a decade that didn’t want you? Or did he not realize you were waiting?

No, he clearly didn’t want you. If he loved you, if he truly loved and wanted you, he would’ve made his feelings clear for you between leaving the circus and now. All this time… wasted. Hoping without hope, waiting without word, wanting without cause just to find out he moved on, and didn’t even tell you until after it was too late to make your case?

These were clearly the actions of a man who was no longer in love with you, and possibly never was.

“Does she make you happy?” you asked, somehow hoping that would numb the crushing pain inside you.

“She does,” he said with a head nod.

“Then that’s all that matters. Congratulations.” You leaned over and hugged him, fighting back tears harder than you’d ever fought anything.

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You were in the city, it was Wednesday afternoon. You wrapped up your last walk in, wished the girls a good evening, got to your car in the parking garage, and headed back to the farm. Why, you weren’t sure. At this point, it was pathetic. Clint loved someone else. You weren’t sure how many times he needed to make that absolutely clear.

And yet, you continually ran to him, over and over and over. He showed up and you did anything for him. You never stopped loving him, not even when he told you he was going to give the life you deserved away to another woman.

You didn’t hate Laura, it wasn’t her fault. You were happy that Clint had a good, full life with her and the kids… You just didn’t know why it wasn’t your life with him.

For years you had sacrificed your own happiness, believing that one day he would find his way back to you, but he never did. He even made it perfectly clear to you, through matrimony, that he didn't want you anymore. You still couldn't move on.

How do you move on from the one man who had saved your life? From the one man who saw you when you were scrounging for scraps at dinner? The one man who would take a beating just to find a pretty flower or trinket left in the stands to give it to you. The one man who made you laugh until your sides begged you to stop laughing. The one man who was both as deadly accurate with a bow and arrow as he was with his acrobatic skills. The one man who could brighten your day in the smallest of ways. He could see you when you were down and he knew how to make everything okay. Even being an orphan in a circus with bosses who threatened you and beat you, as long as Clint was there, you truly didn’t care.

When he left your life, the light slowly went out of you. He snuffed out that last small flame in you when he tied the knot with Laura.

Now, his family was gone. You were back in his life, but you didn’t want to be a last resort, and yet that’s all you felt like you were to him. Someone to run to only when he’d run out of options.

For some reason, that was something you never had an answer for.

You returned to the farmhouse, walking in, throwing your keys on the entry table, trodding in with your medical bag. You were absolutely beat. Between working the long hours, the emotional pain, and the long drive, you just wanted to head to bed.

Something caught your eye though. Just as it did, Clint appeared out of the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re back,” he greeted happily.

“Yeah,” you said with a bit of confusion in your tone. You peered around him. “What’s going on?” you asked. You could see the kitchen was dimmed, candle light illuminating it with a small strand of fairy lights on the counter.

He reached out and took your hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.” He pulled you forward, his face warmer than it had been since you’d arrived.

As he tugged you into the room, you could clearly see it. There was a lace tablecloth on the table with two candles, and two romantic place settings. Fairy lights lit the kitchen and counter space. There was a small vase filled with wildflowers you’d seen on the farm.

“What… what is all this?” you asked with some mild excitement.

“I’m taking you on that date you always wanted,” he said with a bit of a shrug and a smile.

You shook your head. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Well, you deserve it. You deserve a lot for having to put up with me, the farm…”

“The farm isn’t so bad,” you said as you lowered yourself into a seat and he began to grab food and plate it for you. “Animals are a breeze to work with. You, not so much.” You smiled up at him with a teasing gleam in your eye.

“I know. You’ve made the hardest part of my life a lot… easier to deal with. If you hadn't answered your phone that day… I honestly don’t know where I’d be. Off a deep-end somewhere.” He sat down across from you and began to eat and sip his wine.

“I’m sure Nat and the rest of the team help keep you sane, when you call,” you added, trying not to sound like you were the sole reason he was mentally okay.

“Somewhat, but having you here, having your help, your presence, knowing I can talk to you any time… It really helps.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Having an escape from… out there is nice too. Of course, I’m always happy to be around you, too,” you confessed a bit uneasily.

You weren’t sure what this was, where it was going. Was this two friends having a dinner date? Or was it truly the date you always wanted that he never came back to give you? You weren’t sure how to steer the conversation and hoped that he’d be a guiding light.

“It reminds me of this time Nat and I had to bunker down in a cave for two weeks. God, I made so many bat jokes I think she was ready to kill me. To be fair, coming out in the sunlight was hard as hell on the eyes,” he said, shaking his head and continuing to eat.

“I bet. Jeez, I couldn’t do that. Any part of your job seems impossible to me. When you all were fighting Loki, oh my gosh. No, it seemed absolutely crazy.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he said. “I saw you train tigers and lions and elephants like it was nothing. You were never afraid of them.”

“Because I never intended to hurt them,” you replied easily. “They trusted me, I trusted them. It was simple. But the people, the things, the aliens you face… it’s… a lot. I would be trying to hurt them, and people change when it’s a fight for their life. I wouldn’t have the guts.”

“I bet you would. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met and I’ve trained with the best.”

“You’re just saying that,” you quietly said, waving him off.

“I’m not. Really. You know me. I’ll tell you if you can’t handle shit. I used to tell recruits all the time that they weren’t cut out for this job. I’d sit them down, explain everything they might ever face, and tell them I didn’t think they had it in them. Nine times out of ten they listened to me.”

“Did you tell them getting put under mind control was a possibility?” you teased before sipping your wine.

He laughed. “Not until it happened, then I started telling them to be prepared for literally anything. God. We went from taking weapons from the bad guys to trying to knock out aliens, killer android bots, to fighting for the universe. My job was supposed to be relatively simple. Somewhere those lines got blurred.” He shook his head, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“I bet. My job never got more exciting than an unusual diagnosis,” you stated.

“I think you liked it that way though,” he suddenly said, staring at you. He had this look of...adoration in his eyes and face that you hadn’t seen since… well since you left the circus.

“You do?” you questioned, thrown a bit by his response.

“Yeah, I mean our lives in the circus were nothing but… well hectic. A new city every few days, training with exotic and wild animals. We never knew where our next meal was coming from and we also had to fight to survive. Our childhood was far from a picnic. I think you chose a job that’s relatively stable and helps animals and people.”

You lowered your head, wondering if maybe that’s why he gave you up. “You must think I’m pretty boring then, hmm? You went and chased adventure, fun, chaos…”

“I went after what I knew. The circus equipped me with skills to be an archer and the only way I knew that I could make something of myself was to go military. I figured my footwork, my acrobatics, and archery would help, and they did. I didn’t care for the action part of it.”

“So if you could’ve had a normal, steady, peaceful life with your talents, you would have?”

“Oh yeah, in a heartbeat. It’d mean I could’ve stayed closer to you.”

He reached across the table and held your hand. You were overjoyed of course, but again that gnawing feeling of being second best began to creep up from your stomach. You quieted it, trying to tell yourself this was all you had wanted, and you should take what you could get.

You smiled at him and held his hand. “I’m glad you found SHIELD, and Nat. I’m glad you found the team.”

“Me too. Oh, man, I have to tell you about this time we were in Budapest,” he suddenly said, his face lighting up.

You nodded, motioning for him to continue and he did. He launched into a full story that had you rolling. It was both scary, thrilling, and funny. He had you on the edge of your seat, listening. Before long, you two were swapping crazy stories. Yours mainly involved animals swallowing weird things or really bizarre animal custody cases or someone once flying you all the way to London to look at their pet bird because they only trusted you. He told you about missions that were funny or odd or where they barely made it out.

When you first arrived here tonight, you were weary, and you weren’t sure you were going to stay, but now, regardless of what tonight was, it was a reason to stay. Your exhaustion was long forgotten as Clint walked you upstairs. He was finally sleeping in his master bedroom again. It was a slow process and sometimes you still ran in there when he woke up screaming or crying in the middle of the night, but at least he wasn’t on that shitty couch of his.

“Well, this is me,” you feebly joked as you stood at your door, throwing a thumb over your shoulder.

Clint just nodded, smiling at you. “Thanks for having dinner with me and giving me a second chance.”

“Thanks for offering me one to give,” you responded quietly.

The two of you looked at each other. That look in his eye had returned, after all this time. He was looking at you just like he used to every night at the circus. That same look that told you he couldn’t live without you and he couldn’t lose you. It was there again and you had it all to yourself.

And for the first time in forever, you wanted to feel him again. You had always loved him, always were in love with him, that much was true, but the longing and desire had been snuffed out quite some time ago.

Now, it was ignited again. His unruly blonde locks were poking out everywhere, reminding you of a younger time, a time when it was you two against the world. His eyes were alive with so much longing, it sent you to the times when you lied next to each other under the stars. He was so close to you, you could feel his body heat.

Your body ached to close the gap in that dark hallway, only illuminated by a full moon and one small lamp upstairs in your room. It was as if kissing in the darkness meant no one knew. It was as if it wouldn’t be like he was betraying Laura in her own home. It was as if it could give him permission or a guise to love you.

And so he took it.

He swept towards you quickly, capturing your lips with his and you nearly gasped from the shock. He tasted… new and yet familiar. The familiar warmth and nuttiness of coffee wafted off of him, as did the smell of farm work, not that different from the circus. But there was also this mintiness to him, this sweetness too, those were new.

You embraced it though. Your hands went to his shoulders, holding them firmly so you could steady yourself. His hands were on either side of your face, where they always found themselves when you kissed.

His lips were firm, tender, moving with purpose. When he let you go, his eyes were closed and you simply stared at him. He rubbed his lips together before saying, “Goodnight.”

He let go of your face before grabbing your hand to give it a squeeze, and he went to his room.

“Sweet dreams,” he quietly called before shutting his door.

For the first time in over ten years, you thought you could actually have sweet dreams, and you retreated into your room, looking forward to the morning.

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darkestdesired · 5 years ago

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The Pain In Me

Edward Nygma (Pre!Riddler) x Sick!Reader !Romantic.

Lee x Sick!Reader !Platonic

An: This is a very special and personal request,they specifically asked for certain details.This is a lot more heavy than the stuff i usually write so i feel the need to put up warnings.

Warning: Fear of death,mentions of explicit areas of the body,mentions of surgical procedures.I am not a medical person so any of the information mentioned was found on google,I apologise ahead of time if i got any information wrong.

Request: @darkpayne234

Part 1)I would like for it to be romantic the reader lives in Lynchburg, va except that she has uterine fibroids and has to get a hysterectomy surgery done in charlottesville at the "University of Virginia Health System" hospital and she's scared to get surgery done!

Part 2)since me and my reader live in a different state, Lee gets transferred to Charlottesville to be the reader's doctor (the reader's first time meeting Lee) leading the reader to meeting Ed Nygma (before he became the riddler) for the first time! (He's her assistant since the requester thought he matched her medical expertise.)

If you told me a year ago that i would get sick,have surgery,while meeting my best friend and the man of my dreams i would have thought you were crazy.But here i am stuck in an ambulance being transferred from my home city of lynchburg to the new city of Charlottesville.

"I know mom,I'm just scared." I conveyed to my worried mother over facetime."It's going to be alright sweetie,I'm so sorry I'm not gonna make it in time." I smiled as i looked at my mother,she looked as tired as i felt."I'm telling you it's okay.My doctor said their sending a special doctor who has a high success rate and their assistant who is just as good.They told me with them conducting the surgery i have a 100% chance of success." She looked at me sadly,"My poor baby,I wish i could just trade places with you."

"Miss (L/n) we've arrived." The medic said as he opened the doors."Mom i have to go,I'll call you when I'm done." She nodded,"Alright,i love you so much (Y/n)!" I tried my best not to cry,hoping this wasn't the last time I'd see her face. "I love you too mom."

Hanging up the phone i nodded to the medic,he and the driver carefully pulled my bed out of the ambulance,putting down the wheels and pushing me towards the doors,I felt a knot in my stomach as i saw the big sign staring back at me "University of Virginia Health System" it all began to feel real as i was brought into the familiar air of a hospital,something I've been in and out of for months now.

Once being setup in my new room an older woman walked in with a kind smile."Hello miss (L/n),I am Doctor Marsha,I will be looking after you until your doctor arrives." I raised a brow,"Am i early?" She shook her head,"No my dear,we have gotten you doctor's from a city called gotham,I'm afraid with recent unfortunate events there they had a bit of trouble leaving,but it has been dealt with her assistant is actually already here.He should be up shortly." I let out the breath i didn't even realize i was holding."Thank god.." She laughed softly,"You have absolutely nothing to worry about my dear,all we need you to do is relax and let us do all the work alright? We want this procedure to be as quick and painless as possible.I am positive that once this is all over and you have healed that you won't even remember the pain." I felt my body begin to ease at that,"Thank you doctor,that really helped." She patted my hand,"Of course dear,Anything you need to make this comfortable for you."

With that she left me alone in the white hospital room,I looked around the dull walls trying to find something to distract myself with.

About 5 minutes had passed before i felt like i was going to go insane,As if god was answering my prayers there was a knock on the door.There stood a handsome man with a soft smile holding a cup,"Hello,My name is Dr.Nygma,I'll be Doctor Lee's assistant during the surgery.I uh..Brought you some Gatorade." I smiled at him and carefully took the cup from him."Thanks doc." He chuckled and checked my IV.

"If you don't mind i would like to do a few tests." I jumped slightly when i heard Edwards voice suddenly next to me."Oh uh..sure go ahead." He nodded and pulled out his stethoscope,putting them in his ears before placing the cold one on my chest,"Do you not have any family coming miss (L/n)?" He suddenly asked,"Well my family got busy and i assured them i would be okay,But... to be honest I'm terrified." He raised a brow as he removed the stethoscope from his ears."What do you mean?" I placed my hand gently on my abdomen."Well i never really thought i was ever gonna have a hysterectomy I'd laugh in your face.I mean..i know the cons and the pros..like never having periods again can be counted as a pro,along with the fibroids not coming back,But it's terrifying.I mean there's always that worry that what if something goes wrong or the fibroids are worse than you thought.But i just can't keep living with the pain anymore..." He looked at me sadly."Forgive me if I'm being forward,But i find you extremely brave.It can be terrifying going under the knife,Yes there are those small chances but when you compare it to how much better you're going to feel and how amazing life is going to be without that worry burning itself into your brain isn't it worth the risk?" I felt tears prick my eyes causing him to panic,"Miss (L/n)! Did i say something wrong?!" I laughed messily as i tried to wipe away the tears."No far from it,I didn't realize how much i needed to hear that Edward.I just met you and i already like you." I smiled at him.

His words made me feel like i could face anything,he was right there's always going to be risks but the outcome will be worth it.

He felt his chest squeeze by how beautiful i looked in that moment,my tearfilled (E/c) eyes glimmered in the light,My (H/l) (H/c) hair was messy yet showed off the beautiful features along my face like a halo. "Please call me (Y/n)." His lips pulled into the first smile I've seen on his handsome face,I felt like puddy on the blankets as he gently brushed his hand in a calming manner on my head as if he were petting me.It was surprisingly calming and almost made me fall asleep before Lee walked in,"Only if you call me Edward." He said barely noticing that he had taken my hand in his. "So..are you seeing anyone?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible. He smirked at my obvious flirting. "Well that all depends." I raised a brow. "Depends on what?" He leaned in close."If i can get your number after this." I felt as if my face was going to explode. "I-I..um.."

"I am so sorry for the Delay miss (L/n),I'm Doctor Lee,and i can see you've already met my assistant.Edward can you stop flirting with the patient and go prep,you know how i like my tools more than those nurses." Edward's face was as red as mine as he cleared his throat.He sent me an apologetic smile before hurrying off ahead of us once Lee and a few nurses were pushing my bed towards the ER.

"He's cute isn't he?" She said with a smirk causing my eyes to widen."Excuse me?" She chuckled."Edward,He is cute right? Plus he's damn good at his job and is a complete gentleman." I felt my (S/c) cheeks heat up. "I-I..um..oh geez..." She laughed,"Don't worry,I'll be your wingman..well WingDoctor." I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the smile pulling at my lips. ".....He is cute.." She smirked."See,that's the spirit."

The surgery was a complete success with no hiccups,Both doctors prided themselves in being the best.

Although i felt like a truck had hit me as the medications began taking affect,i almost missed when Edward walked in with a tray of food."Hey (Y/n),How are you feeling?" He asked softly as he set the food down on a table next to the bed before scootching a chair closer. "Like I'm dying." I groaned causing him to chuckle."The medication should be kicking in any minute now that you're awake.Do you feel ok enough to eat? Dr.Lee sent me up with some broth." I nodded."Yea but i don't think i can lift my arm yet." I said but Edward had already begun lifting a spoonful to my mouth."Open up love." I felt my face flush at how comfortable he was already.i smiled to myself as i allowed him to spoon feed me the deliciously warm broth.

Lee smiled as she watched the scene from the doorway,we were in our own little world. She smiled as she watched her friend finally allow someone in,she could see this was far more than a doctor-patient comfort.She shook her head and quietly shut the door,turning to see Doctor Marsha walking her way."I've come to check on-" Lee held up a hand,"Not right now,let them be." Doctor Marsha glanced through the window before giggling. The two doctors smiled to themselves as they watched a strong new love form.

Who knew what the future had in store.

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Ali & Carly

Ali: Happy New Year, shortcake! Ali: You still alive? Carly: Same to you, baby Carly: Have fun? Carly: im hanging on you kno Carly: got my guitar out & everything Ali: I don't even know how to put it into words Ali: Magical Ali: awh, you using your death rattle as percussion Ali: about that Carly: yea? Carly: i wish id been there Carly: i miss you Carly: & your magic Ali: baby 😔 you poor thing Ali: of all the times to get mono Ali: i'll bring you chicken soup when i've recovered enough to go in the kitchen without retching Carly: that good of a night tho Carly: love it Carly: i dont want you to get sick baby Ali: plague parcel Ali: keep your bodily fluids where I can see 'em 😉 Ali: it really was Ali: Cavante was there Carly: w his bf or latest gf? Ali: Neither! 😍 Ali: Well, Drew might've been about but busiest night of the year for him like so couldn't be up in our business Carly: didnt text me the prick Carly: i kno im sick but im still hot Carly: how much business did you get up to w your boy tho? Carly: you his now or Ali: how rude, coulda offered to medicate you Ali: make a killing, think on lad Ali: I dunno, I don't know what it was Ali: but I'll be sad and surprised if it was just last night, like Carly: & he kno he benefits whenever im this bored Carly: your loss lad Carly: baby dont be sad Carly: hes wanted you for ages theres no stopping him now Ali: He's a fool, straight up Ali: [Sends their tattoo pic] Ali: Gotta be some sort of promises, right? Carly: wtf Carly: thats a claim Carly: divorce is on the cards for us cos hes trying to marry you himself Ali: Never Ali: wifey 4 life Ali: not just 'cos we can't afford the fees Carly: but wheres my tat bitch? Carly: I been putting in the work Carly: hes done 1 night shift Ali: you want one? Ali: only gotta ask boo Carly: make him beg did you Carly: nah Carly: too little too late girl Ali: aw, don't be like that Ali: I didn't know you wanted to get inked Carly: im no type of way idk Carly: write him on you if you want its no big Ali: Yeah but its clearly more of a deal than I thought it'd be Ali: talk to me, I wanna know what you really think Carly: do you have my black shoes Carly: i gotta find them Ali: Carls Carly: what Carly: thats what im thinking Carly: im bored of being here Carly: i need to go out Ali: are you well enough, you were at death's door like, yesterday Carly: idc Carly: this is no fun Ali: no but neither will be collapsing as soon as you have one drink, like Carly: i wont ask you to pick me back up its alright Ali: Don't Ali: Lemme come over, we can have fun there Ali: you don't need to do this Carly: i need to get out of this fucking caravan Carly: so nah Ali: okay Ali: fresh air isn't the worst idea Ali: where you gonna go Carly: idk idc Carly: someone will be about Carly: in their garden throwing up or pissing out last night if nothing else Ali: Can I come? Carly: why Ali: well, 'cos I wanna see you Ali: also make sure you don't die in a ditch, like Carly: i kno my way around Carly: how far you think im gonna get like Ali: I know Ali: for my own sake then? lemme be selfish Carly: he not let you do what you wanted then? Carly: aw Carly: didnt think cavante would be like that Ali: I don't think you wanna know really Carly: i do kno Carly: magical yea Ali: You're mad? Carly: nah Ali: We're good? Carly: i said i wasn't mad not that idc Ali: What can I do to make it up to you? Ali: I didn't go out with that intention but I also didn't know that it would do this Carly: who goes out w intentions Carly: did you kno he was gonna be there? Ali: Nah Ali: I didn't know where I'd end up, even Carly: k Carly: least you hooked w someone who would treat you nice Ali: You know I like him Ali: but that doesn't negate how I feel about you Carly: k but you like him so much if he wanted to be w you id be gone Carly: loyal vibes we kno Ali: I don't know, that's the truth Ali: not gone, ever Ali: but it might be different, yeah Carly: youd friendzone me i kno Carly: ive done it Ali: is that such a bad thing Carly: theres no need for me to answer that Carly: the fact you asked it shows what you think Ali: i'm just saying, friendship is underrated Ali: and i'm not thinking or saying anything for definite Ali: idk, my head is fucked Carly: you arent until he does Carly: done that too like Ali: that ain't it Carly: im not stupid ali Ali: i know you ain't Ali: but we've already talked so i'm not waiting on no one but you Carly: cuz he said no Carly: is that how it is Ali: no Ali: he said to hit him up when i know what i'm doing Ali: do you actually think i would do that Ali: i'm just trying to work out what we're doing Carly: idk Carly: i just kno how much you like him Ali: yeah Ali: but i like you too Carly: & i like you too Carly: but he doesnt want me babe Ali: No Ali: jesus Carly: unfuck your head Carly: use the stash or anything else you need Ali: i know Ali: i know i need to Ali: i'm sorry, yeah? Ali: i'm gonna sort this Carly: dont be sorry Carly: or sad Ali: how can i not be Ali: i don't want to hurt you, ever Carly: its done babe Carly: forget it Ali: nah Ali: its fucked up Ali: i am Carly: nah youre not Carly: only if you didnt care Carly: but you do Carly: & youve been so good to me Carly: you are being now Ali: i'm not going to stop Ali: if you still want me to Ali: i love you no matter what, okay? Carly: i kno Carly: i love you too Ali: i'm gonna sort this, i swear Ali: can i drop off some chicken soup and stuff at least Ali: i won't come in if you don't want Carly: i want you to Carly: but i meant what i said i dont want you to get sick Ali: i'll be careful Ali: i wanna take care of you Carly: but i dont wanna be careful me or you Carly: i want you to kno how much i love you Carly: i dont like that he gets to be w you that way & i dont Ali: I know baby Ali: for the record, I don't care if I get sick but Ali: I don't want you to feel like you've got something to prove Carly: but i do Carly: you like us both Carly: i want you to want me more than him Ali: Babe, its not that simple Ali: Wish it was, like Carly: what can i do then Carly: tell me how to make it simple Ali: If I find out Ali: I'll let you know Ali: its me though Ali: no self-pity bullshit or cliche about it Ali: just facts Carly: do you love him Ali: I mean Ali: too soon to say, yeah? Carly: yeah or nah Carly: i kno you kno Ali: yeah Carly: k Ali: but i love you too Carly: i get bi means two Carly: but i dont think it works like that Ali: I know Carly: yea dont come over if itll fuck your head up more Ali: idc Ali: only if it'll fuck up yours Carly: i do Carly: i care about you Ali: you're gonna make me cry Carly: sorry Carly: we should get out of our heads Carly: not gonna unfuck them like Carly: but will help Ali: 'til we have to deal with it in the morning Ali: january 1st, yeah, good a day as any to attempt to sort our shit Carly: yea Ali: That said Ali: wish you were better so we could get outta here Carly: me too Carly: where do you wanna go? Carly: i can make it im strong Ali: let me spirit you away for some sea air Ali: that's how they kicked it if you were dying back in the day Carly: we could get your ex to drive us Carly: 3s a party Carly: dont mind making her sick since she aint about me Ali: 🙄 sure, lets rent a mini-bus and make it a reunion of all the former flames Ali: I've got money for the actual Ali: wanna go down Malahide? Carly: serious? Ali: why not Ali: i don't reckon you'll actually drop down, like Ali: and gotta keep making good on my promise to take you away from here Ali: even if its only half an hour down the road Carly: lets go Carly: ill leave my ma a note not that shes bothered where i go any other time Ali: buy her a stick of rock Ali: if she's really arsey she knows where to stick it Carly: ha Carly: idc what she thinks Carly: ill be sick wherever i am Ali: May as well have a view that ain't the inside of your room Carly: & have fun w my baby while i still can Ali: no while about it Ali: we're always gonna have fun Carly: but hes gonna move into my time & fun Ali: hmm Ali: maybe a smidge, not going to make promises I can't keep Ali: but not all of it, THAT I promise Ali: I'm always going to have time for you, Carls Carly: promise Ali: fucking promise Ali: you're still my girl Carly: & youre mine Ali: hell yeah Ali: on some forever shit you and me Carly: new year but same us Ali: you know it Ali: ain't a resolution to lose you, nah Carly: you gonna ink me then Ali: can Ali: if you want to Ali: ideas? Carly: idc Carly: do what you want Carly: i trust you Ali: okay Ali: challenge accepted Carly: i kno youre up to it

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airadam · 5 years ago

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Episode 127 : Stand Strong

"...so instead, you prefer to be lied to."

- Hutch

This feels very much like the stance needed at the end of a rough year on many fronts. Still, we're here on the cusp of a new decade, but we play out this one with a (mostly) wintry selection from both sides of the Atlantic which will take you into 2020 in fine style. Thanks for your continued support - I hope to continue bringing you quality material!

Twitter : @airadam13

Playlist/Notes

Bugzy Malone : December

Thought I'd take the opportunity to play this new track while it's still this month! Manchester's Bugzy Malone is primarily associated with the grime scene, but this single leans into contemporary straightforward Hip-Hop as much as anything else. When you hear his voice there's no mistaking where he's from, and this new release has him reflecting on how things have worked out for him after years of work as an independent artist. The heavy beat by Krunchie and Zdot sounds like the darkest timeline of a Xmas advert - good work!

[El-P] Run The Jewels : Twin Hype Back (Instrumental)

I only picked up the instrumental version of the first Run The Jewels LP this month, but it's worth having for the DJs, and would probably make a solid contribution to a gym playlist as well!

Dr. Yen Lo : Day 70

It's been well over 30 episodes since we last played anything this LP, so I thought it was due a revisit. Ka on the mic and Preservation on the low-key production is perfect for this time of year, cold and wintry. Take time to listen properly to Ka's lyrics - always an absolute treat.

DJ Jazzy Jeff : The Government's Dead

Jazzy Jeff's "M3" LP definitely seems to have passed most people by, but it's definitely worth checking - a very different vibe to his previous albums, but still very well done. The band recruited and produced by Jeff cook up a jazzy groove which starts off sparse and light and then builds into a crashing wave. Lyrics come from "The Trinity" - Rhymefest (an early writer for Kanye), Uhmeer (Jeff's son), and Dayne Jordan - in multiple forms, from spoken word to rhyme to song.

Phonte : Euphorium (Back To The Light)

Little Brother's return this year with "May The Lord Watch" is an essential, but so was the most recent Phonte solo, "No News Is Good News". This was a beautiful closing track to the album, with Phonte starting off displaying a little of his singing skill before switching up to spit some bars - very much a reflection of him feeling free to be his whole self, as he says. Abjo out of San Diego provides the production, which feels faster than the 70-ish BPM it is while also having a lighter feel than much of the 140 BPM stuff that we hear now.

Curren$y & Harry Fraud ft. Styles P : W.O.H.

This sample usage by Harry Fraud is an absolute gem. Kind of in keeping with the original track, it's the soundtrack to a mental image of someone who needs to get out of town in a hurry. Curren$y stunts on everyone in his trademark fashion, but also brings in Styles from The LOX for a little extra flavour on the closing verse. Definitely my favourite track from the "Cigarette Boats" EP, and 100% perfect nighttime driving music.

Jan Hammer : Airport Swap

This track and the previous one almost got saved for a future planned podcast, but hey...there are always more records! Taken from the "Miami Vice" TV series soundtrack (the episode "No Exit"), this is classic 80s Jan Hammer. Production trivia - those electric guitar sounds are all synthesized, no strings in sight.

Gang Starr ft. Q-Tip : Hit Man

I was making some mad faces the first time I heard this track - DJ Premier absolutely put his whole foot into this beat. Straight gangster (appropriate) material from the biggest surprise release of the decade, "One of the Best Yet". Guru's monotone is so clean on here, on something not a million miles away from "Sabotage" on "The Ownerz", and the hook is provided by none other than Q-Tip from Tribe, doing his best gun sounds!

Blak Twang : 19 Long Time

The title track of the first Blak Twang album to get a proper release (the long-lost "Dettwork SouthEast" didn't surface until 2014 for most of us), this 1998 cut is undeniable. Tony Rotton looks back at all the Hip-Hop experiences that brought him to that point, with references that UK heads of a certain age can relate to. The beat is quality, well-mixed with plenty of bump for your speakers. Random trivia : it's odd to think that since this was released, both of the veteran travel agents mentioned in the third verse have gone out of business...

Raekwon ft. Havoc : King of Kings

I guess the title makes it seasonal? Anyway, this is one of the gems on the somewhat patchy third album from Raekwon, "The Lex Diamond Story". I'd assumed that Havoc had done the production here, but on checking the credits I find it's actually Crummie Beats, who's worked with Illa Ghee and Sean P amongst others. Havoc and Rae are experts in delivering that dark NYC street vibe, so there's no surprises when it comes to the bars.

MED, Blu, and Madlib ft. Dâm-Funk and DJ Romes : Peroxide

I only got up on this one recently - a defining aspect of the past decade for me has been such a deluge of music releases that it's common for great records to pass you by for years at a time! 2015's "Bad Neighbor" LP is a collaboration with the widely-popular Madlib on production and MED and Blu on the mic, but this particular track features original Lootpack member DJ Romes on the cuts and the LA retro god Dâm-Funk giving the tune some electronic flavour.

Ilajide : Breakin (Instrumental)

This one kind of crept up, a quiet banger from the "Five Week Heet IV" release. If you're a regular listener then you're probably well up on the brilliant producer from Clear Soul Forces, but if not - search out his stuff!

The Coup ft. Del Tha Funkee Homosapien : The Repo Man Sings For You

I feel like there's a replayed melody here during the verse and sung on the hook that I should recognise, but just can't put my finger on! It sounds like something that would be on the soundtrack for a Hip-Hop retelling of "A Christmas Carol", with the repo man (played by Del) heartlessly and gleefully confiscating goods from a debtor, and Boots (also the producer) playing the put-upon poor worker who is his victim. This is a highlight on the excellent "Steal This Album" which is also an appropriate track to play at a time when Black people are often omitted in the discussion of who is "working class".

Big Hutch : True Lies

Very apt in our seemingly post-truth world... This is a pick from the first solo album by Hutch (aka Cold 187um of Above The Law), 1999's "Executive Decisions". Self-produced as you'd expect from the man who arguably invented G-Funk, it's an ominous one which in my opinion would just have been elevated by slightly better mastering.

Tobi Sunmola : Good Guys Don't Survive

Tobi is a Nigerian-born, Manchester-based MC I learned about from Dubbul O (who gives him a shout here). This man is getting a lot of respect from those in the know, so get yourself up to speed with the title track from his 2018 EP. The drum track that underpins the beat is perfection, and Tobi's voice slices through with ease, allowing us to appreciate his writing.

Frameworks ft. Rioghnach Connolly : Calm The Still Night

Rioghnach is an incredibly talented musician, and someone I came across early in my time on the Manchester music circuit, with both of us at the same open mic/jam sessions. She's gone from strength to strength since then, and she combines here with another star of the local scene, producer Frameworks. This is a lovely chilled-out song, deftly constructed, which was released both as a single from the "Tides" LP and also on one of the First Word Records compilations.

Mudstone : The Tourist

Another quality beat from the "Return of the Tec" beat tape, courtesy of The Beat Tape Project. I couldn't dig up much (no pun intended) in the way of background on Mudstone, but s/he does their thing here.

The Honey Drippers : Impeach The President

I couldn't not play this, with only the third ever impeachment of a US president underway! As you'd almost certainly twig from the sound, this funk classic was released during the Watergate scandal - when Nixon, of course, managed to avoid actual impeachment by resigning first. Roy C of "Shotgun Wedding" fame is the man on the lead vocal, with his lyrics being timeless enough to fit the current indictee perfectly. One of the most often sampled records in all of Hip-Hop, this track gives us some of the best drums ever to enter an SP or an MPC! Not bad work for a band of high school students from Queens :)

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

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