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x3kristax3 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Love - Chapter 5

A/N: emotional rollercoaster

It's been a week since Phil and I ended what we had going on. It was fun but it wasn't what I wanted and I'm okay with it. The gang decided to get together at the Aurora and I hadn't told anyone that Phil and I ended things which wasn't anyone's business. My heart was still attached to Jake and I know I have to move on from him before finding someone new.

We're at our normal table and Dan sees Phil flirting heavily with a girl at the bar and he looks at me then him. I look over and just roll my eyes. Next thing I know Dan is walking up to him and this girl. I realize what he's thinking and chase after him.

"Seriously you can't stop flirting when you have a good thing?" Dan yells in Phil's face.

I grab his arm, "Dan there is nothing going on anymore!" I yell. He doesn't hear him and if he does he isn't paying attention.

"Dan I don't know what MC has said about her and I but there isn't anything going on." Phil states trying to get away from Dan.

I grab Dan's arm that is holding Phil and make him look me in his eyes. "Dan listen to me, please." I see him let go of Phil. "I ended things with him. If he wants to flirt he can. My heart needs to heal after everything that has happened."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks.

"Because I knew you would think it was his fault and it wasn't. Just go sit down please" I say with a sigh.

He storms off and I stand there for a moment "sorry about that Phil. I hadn't had a chance to tell them and honestly it wasn't their business" I say with a sigh.

"Everything is Dan's business when it comes to those he cares about." He says pouring us both a shot and I take it.

"Add to my tab" I say with a smile as I go to head away but he grabs my hand.

"I'm always here if you need to take your mind off something" he gives that flirt.

I roll my eyes and smirk at him. I lean closer like I'm going to ask for a kiss and he leans in. I pull away just so our mouths are inches from each other. "Find another girl to have fun with Phil" I say, spinning on my heels and walking away. I know he's watching me but he also knows we aren't good for eachother but it's fun to flirt with him.

We enjoy the night dancing and laughing. I notice Dan and I getting closer than normal and flirting with each other as we keep drinking all night.

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I wake up a pounding headache and roll over and see a water bottle and pain meds on the nightstand. I thank myself from before I left the house last night for putting this here. I sit up and my feet barely touch the floor. I take the medicine and down the water. I stand up and look in the mirror. I look like a hot mess but at least I came home alone last night and not with someone.

I know this is going to be a process but I know my future self will thank me. He was my whole world and I jumped into this with Phil way too soon. I needed the fun but now it's time to correctly heal and make myself a better version for whoever will eventually hold my heart.

I grab my phone and realize it's dead. I sigh as I grab the portable charger and head out to the kitchen and I make myself a cup of coffee and decide on some eggs and toast for this morning hangover.

"Ugh, I really need to stop drinking so much with Dan" I say outloud to myself. I look down and see my dog at my feet and realize the time. I open the back door and let her out. I jump as I hear the doorbell. I go to check and I see Jake. My heart breaks but I can't let him in.

"Please go" I say as I crack open the door.

"Please I didn't know where else to go" his voice is weak and he looks like shit.

I open the door and let him in " you could have gone to Hannah, Lilly, or anywhere else. I could think of a million places to go instead of here after what you did Jake." I say walking into the kitchen and taking my eggs off. I pour myself a cup of coffee and make it up.

"I'm sorry for what I did. I had to keep you safe MC '' I have my back towards him but I know that voice.

"I would have ran with you, Jake. I was willing to give this all up. Jessy always knew if I never came back to take care of my dog for me." I say turning around I feel the tears in my eyes.

"I couldn't ask you that!" He raises his voice.

"I don't think you should stay if you want to keep me safe. This will be the first spot they come looking for you." I say taking a sip of coffee.

"I lost them for a bit now" he walks closer.

I put my hand out and stop him "no, you told me to move on. You don't get to say and then walk back in like nothing happened. You could of said it different but no you told me not to wait for you so I'm trying to move on."

He grabs my hand and looks into my eyes. I want to give in to him but I can't keep going down this path. "I know I messed up" his eyes are the softest blue and I see love in them.

"No go please, this is way too hard" 3i say taking my coffee and food outside in the backyard.

I hear my front door close and lock and I know he left. I look at my phone and see pictures of last night of all of us having fun and I had forgotten about him in those moments. I need to get to that point sober where he can try and walk into my life and it doesn't hurt like this.

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babeczka415 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Love - Chapter 5

A/N: emotional rollercoaster

It’s been a week since Phil and I ended what we had going on. It was fun but it wasn’t what I wanted and I’m okay with it. The gang decided to get together at the Aurora and I hadn’t told anyone that Phil and I ended things which wasn’t anyone’s business. My heart was still attached to Jake and I know I have to move on from him before finding someone new.

We’re at our normal table and Dan sees Phil flirting heavily with a girl at the bar and he looks at me then him. I look over and just roll my eyes. Next thing I know Dan is walking up to him and this girl. I realize what he’s thinking and chase after him.

“Seriously you can’t stop flirting when you have a good thing?” Dan yells in Phil’s face.

I grab his arm, “Dan there is nothing going on anymore!” I yell. He doesn’t hear him and if he does he isn’t paying attention.

“Dan I don’t know what MC has said about her and I but there isn’t anything going on.” Phil states trying to get away from Dan.

I grab Dan’s arm that is holding Phil and make him look me in his eyes. “Dan listen to me, please.” I see him let go of Phil. “I ended things with him. If he wants to flirt he can. My heart needs to heal after everything that has happened.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.

“Because I knew you would think it was his fault and it wasn’t. Just go sit down please” I say with a sigh.

He storms off and I stand there for a moment “sorry about that Phil. I hadn’t had a chance to tell them and honestly it wasn’t their business” I say with a sigh.

“Everything is Dan’s business when it comes to those he cares about.” He says pouring us both a shot and I take it.

“Add to my tab” I say with a smile as I go to head away but he grabs my hand.

“I’m always here if you need to take your mind off something” he gives that flirt.

I roll my eyes and smirk at him. I lean closer like I’m going to ask for a kiss and he leans in. I pull away just so our mouths are inches from each other. “Find another girl to have fun with Phil” I say, spinning on my heels and walking away. I know he’s watching me but he also knows we aren’t good for eachother but it’s fun to flirt with him.

We enjoy the night dancing and laughing. I notice Dan and I getting closer than normal and flirting with each other as we keep drinking all night.

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I know this is going to be a process but I know my future self will thank me. He was my whole world and I jumped into this with Phil way too soon. I needed the fun but now it’s time to correctly heal and make myself a better version for whoever will eventually hold my heart.

I grab my phone and realize it’s dead. I sigh as I grab the portable charger and head out to the kitchen and I make myself a cup of coffee and decide on some eggs and toast for this morning hangover.

“Ugh, I really need to stop drinking so much with Dan” I say outloud to myself. I look down and see my dog at my feet and realize the time. I open the back door and let her out. I jump as I hear the doorbell. I go to check and I see Jake. My heart breaks but I can’t let him in.

“Please go” I say as I crack open the door.

“Please I didn’t know where else to go” his voice is weak and he looks like shit.

I open the door and let him in “ you could have gone to Hannah, Lilly, or anywhere else. I could think of a million places to go instead of here after what you did Jake.” I say walking into the kitchen and taking my eggs off. I pour myself a cup of coffee and make it up.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I had to keep you safe MC ” I have my back towards him but I know that voice.

“I would have ran with you, Jake. I was willing to give this all up. Jessy always knew if I never came back to take care of my dog for me.” I say turning around I feel the tears in my eyes.

“I couldn’t ask you that!” He raises his voice.

“I don’t think you should stay if you want to keep me safe. This will be the first spot they come looking for you.” I say taking a sip of coffee.

“I lost them for a bit now” he walks closer.

I put my hand out and stop him “no, you told me to move on. You don’t get to say and then walk back in like nothing happened. You could of said it different but no you told me not to wait for you so I’m trying to move on."

He grabs my hand and looks into my eyes. I want to give in to him but I can’t keep going down this path. "I know I messed up” his eyes are the softest blue and I see love in them.

“No go please, this is way too hard” I say taking my coffee and food outside in the backyard.

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #fanfics #jake x mc #i love jake #mc x jake #phil x mc #duskwood dan

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luvwestwood · 10 months ago

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JJK Characters & What They'd Drive - But It's Oddly Specific

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notes. a new series made by me! I obviously want to try making some stuff that's not nsfw for once 💖 no bc I was laughing my head off typing this all out, I definitely had to include photographic evidence in these descriptions for that immersive experience. hope y'all enjoy these as much as I did 😭😭

characters. gojo satoru, nanami kento, nobara kugasaki, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, mahito, choso kamo, hiromi higuruma

Gojo Satoru - Mercedes GT 63 S.

Equipped xenon lights to match his eyes. All black , spotless and sleek interior, he fucking loves cars that has so many screens on it's dashboard. Sometimes he doesn't even know what half of the buttons are for. If you tell him you're thirsty he'd whip out a mini-fridge full of crisp Fiji water. Sparkling or still.

But the thing is even though it’s a luxurious car he'd totally have one of those feet car fresheners. If you carpool with him he would make sure you cashapp him that 20 dollar gas money or else he’d actually leave you on the side of the street. He definitely has a portable microphone stashed away in one of the compartments to yell at people on the street and make fun of them with the students. The students would tell him to floor it everytime they're about to drive over a speed bump, and hell yeah he does it.

Nanami Kento - A 2023 Maserati GT Trofeo.

I feel like he does love luxury cars - but nothing too showy like a Lamborghini, or McLaren. He definitely still wants that luxurious comfort but something just to get to and from work in style. Definitely in a darker nardo grey, or black, but I don't see him putting a matte wrap on his cars. He definitely likes it glossy. His car would smell like sandalwood and leather, that nice fresh smell after your car has just been cleaned. I also feel like he'd drive the smoothest out of everyone, and he drives with one hand. His watch compliments his cars always, and he definitely loves to drive around the city to de-stress after an exhausting overtime. Definitely would offer to give you a ride home if its late at night, and would make sure the air conditioning is just right.

Suguru Geto - BMW 2022 4 Series vibes.

Definitely in that BMW San Remo Green colour, and coupe. (3 doors not 5) - so he could avoid carpooling cause he lowk hates giving people rides. definitely keeps antibacterial wipes in his glove compartment compartment to wipe the seats every time someone gets a ride in his car and goes, ik he has a small paintbrush stowed away somewhere to dust away the particles on his dashboard. I know he uses Yankee car fresheners, if you fart in his car bro is kicking you out and will tell you to take the bus.

Nobara Kugasaki - Mint green Volkswagen beetle.

Car probably smells so good, new car freshener off amazon every week. Surely the ones that you stick in your air vent and not the ones that hang off the rear view mirror. Definitely stuck eyelashes on the headlights, when it’s Christmas time she’d put reindeer antlers and a red nose. Depends how she’s feeling, the car can be really spotless or it looks like a bomb has gone off it it, no in between. 100% lots of receipts lying around from her shopping trips so when she needs to return something she doesn’t even bother otherwise she needs to scavenge through the whole archive she has in her car. Most likely has terrible road rage and always uses the gear stick wrong that the whole car jolts in traffic. Would also drive over potholes like it’s nothing.

Choso Kamo - Gives me car-less vibes, Lexus at most.

I'm ngl if we're talking pure anime/manga and not fanart Choso, he lowk looks like he doesn’t know how to drive. Like idkw I cannot imagine him in a car. Maybe a Lexus if he did drive but that's about it. Relies on people to give him lifts, aka his girl Yuki who drives LMAO. Certified passenger princess. The type to make you drop him off a block away cause he doesn't want to waste your gas. Definitely clutches on to the handle above if you drive a little too fast. Very polite rider and too scared to take control of the car radio so if he has to listen to country FM then yeah he would just firm it. Also too afraid to touch anything in the car thinking it would blow up.

Toji Fushiguro - Don't even get me started. Ik that mf got his car off Craigslist.

Bought it off a single mother who owns a 5 door car that has paint chipping off it and a new tyre is needed every 4 days, so there’s just 3 nice stock wheels and then you see the ugly ass spare tyre on the back right wheel of the car. That shit be lookin like a registered offenders car so bad that police stops him every block. Food wrappers and empty water bottles filled of piss underneath the car seats, it definitely has those ugly ass fabric material grey seats. The car would smell like you just finished eating a McDonald’s in there even though no one fucking ate McDonald’s in there ever. Windows aren’t even automatic they’re that handle rolling one where it’s a workout to bring it up. He definitely hangs around the gas station vacuum self service area to open the box and steal all the nickels and pennies for gas money. He put a towel in the backseat for his worm like its a damn dog otherwise if they fought then the worm gets locked away in the trunk. Also wipers don't work and his car exterior always has the dusty ass mud stain like where is this man driving???

Ryomen Sukuna - Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat.

No questions. ALL BLACK. That man is like the undertaker at night. cause he's annoying like that, catch him doing donuts at your nearest fucking junction when people are just trying to get home or go to work. Definitely has a stash of speeding tickets in his compartment and went to court for speeding but failed to show up, once like how did he not get his licensed revoked?? Maybe even knocked over a few people, for sure honks at the car in front of him the millisecond the light turns green. Asks people who drive a minivan to race him. Loud music playing 24/7. His playlist would be Glokk40spaz or Rich Amiri. THIS MF TAILGATES. God forbid you come across him in traffic. I'd literally swerve the other way and take the longest way home. I just know Sukuna would be the type to wear scary masks and traumatize babies who stare at him from other cars in the traffic, and the parents would be so confused to why their baby was screaming crying.

Yuji Itadori - A fucking bicycle

cannot be trusted with a car, if he had one then he would always stop on the highway while cars are moving at 120mph to help a cat and its litter cross the damn road. His bike wheels definitely got stolen once but they kindly left the bike frame. He'd have one of those clown bike horns but barely uses it cause he's too scared to stand up for himself. He cycles on the wrong side of the path, always has a near collison experience with people walking his way, too scared to cycle on the actual road like a grown up. For sure wears a helmet and knee pads like he's about to deploy into war.

Megumi Fushiguro - A fully modified Nissan GTR.

Definitely a more sensible driver though. The one person who has a sick car modified to the heavens. I feel like it would be a nice dark blue or even a black. Only times he'd drive it would be when Nobara would beg for a lift to the shopping mall, or Yuji just wants to ride in the car for no reason. Car is absolutely spotless. Multiple girls have hollered at him through the window but he'd just side eye them and roll the windows back up. That shit has a spoiler, doesn't let ANYONE eat in his car. For sure on #cartok, I just know he has a secret tiktok and instagram account where he posts those sigma car videos of his car and edits them on capcut like a pro.

Mahito - 100% a Honda N-Box

lots of fucking rear windscreen decorations and liveries. For sure has driven too fast before that the car almost tilt over on its side. Shit at parking, would be good but he always parks crooked no matter what. Gives me vibes where he'd hang fuzzy dice cubes from his rear view mirror. I just know he has locked his car keys inside his car before cause he seems like a forgetful person. People definitely tried to hijack his car before. 100% driven over a curb and just said “oops.”

Hiromi Higuruma - 2021 Audi RS7 (Sportback)

this man is well kept, I mean he's literally a lawyer. Mans got the moola for that. Would also keep it simple, opt for an all black glossy exterior. Drives with two hands but not in a weird way. Always lets children going to school cross the road before him, even if it's not a crosswalk. Would patiently wait as an elderly person crosses the road, he might even get out of the car to help. He doesn't care about the other cars honking in the back. I feel like this man is a master at parking, and the type to also offer you a lift home if it's getting too dark or the weather is awful outside. His car would not have an air freshener, but instead his own cologne would be the car freshener. Definitely wears Creed cologne. Very neat, and his car is spotless without trying. Except for the paperwork that's stowed away in the glove compartment underneath the dashboard and occasionally flies open.

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llimerrence · 1 year ago

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also, just for funsies, respond to this w/ one of my characters and i'll post hcs (canon or oc) for that character

if we go with my canon ™ ending. Bo ends up in a poly relationship with Ben and Kenji

“I can put a straw through my eye, and get it to come out of my mouth.” This. this is a thing that Bo has said, and it is a true statement.

This video basically sums up Bo after a year on the island

I decided Bo actually got top surgery about 3 months before the 2015 incident. He didn’t need to wear his binder on the day of the incident and didn’t need his binder at all afterwards for sure. But he kept it just in case of dysphoria. Turns out, it made a pretty good Compy leg sling

Bo gets very desensitized to dinosaurs and learns that they’re just like any other big dangerous animal. Ya just kinda yell at it and they usually walk away. If not, you yell at it in its own language, and then it walks away

Arrow, unlike most compys, actually doesn't have a venomous bite. And the rest of the pack mostly used their claws, not teeth, on Bo. The little bit of venom he did end up getting in his system was enough to make him really sick, but not kill him.

The thing that gets me most about bo is that like…yes, his eye could be very traumatizing. but his biggest fear is other people seeing it. he's not grossed out by it, or even traumatized by it. he saw it worse every day on the island. His fear is that someone else might see it, and he will cause them to be traumatized. his father flinched when he saw it, and then he made a child cry, and bo went "i am gonna internalize THAT so hard"

he doesn't have mirrors anywhere. his room has no mirrors, his bathrooms don't have mirrors. he has hand held mirrors that are shoved in drawers, and he hardly uses them he just….hates the idea that someone might accidentally get traumatized because of him. he's traumatized enough from dino-island, he isn't gonna make someone else suffer from his issues

He worries so much. To the point where he’ll wear something uncomfortable, or put his hair down to cover his face, or even tie a shirt around his head if needed just so other people don’t see it

Bo would have to have surgery on his eye to try and fix whatever he did on the island himself because I promise you he cut off some of his own skin using a river reflection bevause it was infected (And I bet they did a skin graft to try and give him a bit more skin to work with)

Yes, Bo does make jokes about how his eye could be a really portable ash tray and shit bevause he’s the worst and copes thru shitty humor

Arrow has been known to lowkey stick her snout into his face hole. Not fully but enough that he can feel her breathing. Usually she does this when he’s asleep and she wants food. It’s like a cat smacking your face but worse

#tw eye trauma #tw eye injury #hc; || bo;#hc; || arrow;

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theperfectlovestory · 3 years ago

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Even If It's Not

Summary: It’s always been a good day with Natasha, until Wanda found you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Angst

Tw: trauma, reaction to trauma, mention of death

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Summary: it’s always been a good day with Natasha, until Wanda found you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Angst

Tw: trauma, reaction to trauma, mention of death

. . .

It was one fine day, like all the others for the past year. You woke up early, sunlight warmly casting on your face as it peaked through the opening of the curtain. You can hear birds chirping in the background, making you smile

You blinked the sleep away from your eyes, raising a hand to your mouth to cover the incoming yawn. As you move, a warm arm enveloped you, and you smiled at the sight of her

This side of her only coming out when it’s just the two of you

Your beautiful redhead sleeping soundly in your arm, head tucked comfortably in your neck. An arm and a leg on top of your body, clinging to you like a baby koala

You always can't believe that the famous Natasha Romanoff, feared by friends and foes alike in the battlefield, is one hell of a clingy sleeper

You turn your head gently, glancing at the clock on your bedside table

Time to wake up. No work today but you wanted to get some groceries to fill your stocks

You tried to gently wiggle your way out of Natasha's hold, silently cheering when you got out of bed without waking her up. Natasha's soft giggle prove you otherwise, making you pout

"I'll go back to sleeping then" she huskily said before hugging your pillow and burying her face in your smell, curling herself on the bed

You watched her body relax as she falls deep in slumber once more, smiling softly at how peaceful she seemed to be

"I'm going grocery shopping, want to come?" You asked Natasha in between bites, she looked up at you from the file folder she have

She's still doing reports, doesn't mean your on mission vacation, paperwork will do themselves as well

"I'll be wherever you are, detka" she smiled, sipping on her coffee "just let me finish this one and we can go"

You nodded, collecting the plates in front of you, Natasha pursed her lips, debating on wanting to wash the dishes herself since you cooked or finishing the report fast so you can go

You smiled, kissing her cheeks before taking the dishes on the sink. You hummed softly as you finish it up, Natasha, smiling while she listens. Whenever you are around, her paperwork doesn't feel as much a burden as it usually does

Done with the dishes, you went up to your room and changed into more appropriate clothes. As you put on your shirt, Natasha entered just fast enough to see what color of bra you are wearing underneath

She grin, standing behind you as she held your waist, kissing the side of your neck softly, innocently

Yet her intentions are far from one

"Nat" you warned as she nibble on your ear, she continued, right hand going up inside your shirt, your stomach now in full view of the mirror in front of you "we have to go" you moaned as she suck on the right spot under your ear, whining that you need to leave and she's messing up your hair...

"We can go a bit later" she answered, eyes meeting yours on the mirror "we can't, we have a reservation at that restaurant you like"

She grunted in your neck "I am not liking it very much right now" she muttered and you chuckled. Stepping forward before facing her

You pressed a gentle hand on her cheek "Come on, we rarely go out"

She looked at your eyes for a bit before giving up "fine" she softly answered, taking the hand in your face with hers, just as gently

. . .

"Can you pass me one of those bell peppers" you pointed at the container with 3 pieces of what you need. You smiled when Natasha picked one with just the right mixture of red and green. Small things like this are what you love about her. She only asked once and then remember it forever

"Is there a reason why you choose a combination of both and not just the green or the red?"

You thought for a while, blinking at the question you can barely remember the answer "I've always just done it because my mom does that too but I think it's because it's the most perfect condition to either store it or use it immediately"

Her mouth made an 'o' shape, signaling her understanding of the topic

"Oh detka, strawberries" her eyes sparkled as she put at least three packs of it in your cart, you giggled "isn't that too many?"

She looked at you, disbelief in her face "Do you know how much you devour them?" She asked and you chuckled "They're like your favorite thing in the world, you even prefer them more than my lips" she pouted, your fond smile never left your lips as you pulled her in for a kiss

"Now I know you are exaggerating, there is nothing more I love than your lips" you squint "well maybe except for your eyes"

You continued pushing the cart as her cheeks gets dusted in pink, you added a few more, items from the fridge isle before going on the dry goods

You passed by a small and portable fondue fountain, you eyed it along with the chocolates on the side

"Do you want that?" She asked, looking over your shoulder

"I'm interested," you hummed, "but is it worth it?" you sighed "we won't be able to use it as much when we get back to work"

"We can bring it there then and the boys and Wanda can have their fun, Wanda likes chocolate" at the mention of your bestfriends name, your eyes lit up

Now slightly more convinced

She leaned closer, whispering things you can do with the melted chocolate on the kitchen table. Your face blushed furiously as you hit her in the arm but despite that, you took a box and a bunch of carefully picked chocolate

She chuckled, eyes hooded with the thoughts too dirty to be even thinking about in the middle of the grocery aisle

You then looked around some more. Your list has been fulfilled but you opted to roam around to get some snacks or check new things the store has. Natasha obediently followed. Checking the items too and getting some that interests her

Mostly snacks

After you are satisfied with your purchase, you go to the cashier to pay. You will opt for a self serves but they only allow 20 items below, and your cart is obviously more than 20

The cashier greeted you with a smile, you doing the same. Making small talks to try and make the day easier for the kind worker. Natasha smiled admiringly at how easy you are to have a conversation with

The cashier is all smiles even after you paid and left

"I have always admired the way you do that" she said as she help you put the bag on the trunk of your car

"Do what?" You asked, tilting your head

"Talking to people, making them feel comfortable"

You nodded, humming as you continued with your task "It wasn't always as easy, but it comes with the job"

"I refuse to believe that you weren't always rainbows and sunshine" she argued and you chuckled

"Darling, I'm an introvert, the mere mention of conversation terrifies me" she looked at you dumbfounded for a second and you did the same just with an amuse smile instead

"Guess you learn something new everyday even when you are technically, already married" she muttered, closing the trunk "what else don't I know about you?"

She opened the door for you and you got in, making sure to shake of the bottom of your shoes to remove at least a bit of dust on it, Natasha smiled at the gesture

She closed the door once you are settled and got on hers, doing the same as you did before starting the car, making sure it's heat up properly first before starting to drive

You sat in silence for a few second as you think of things she doesn't know yet "well, I used to date guys" her eyes widen, looking back at you then back on the road

"Really?" She asked "what changed?"

"Nothing" you shrug "I just didn't realize I was into girls, the norm is being straight after all, but the first kiss I had with a guy was nothing compared to my first kiss with a girl"

She hummed, "and when was your first kiss with one?"

The conversation flowed seamlessly in your head, every smile and chuckles and groans she responded you with was embed in your memory

. . .

As per your usual arrangement, you and Natasha arrived at the restaurant at different times. Wanting to keep the surprised of seeing each other dressed up beautifully, knowing full well it’s to please the person who will be sitting in front of the other

You arrived in your newly bought shiny short dress with a lot of skin showing but still very decent. You’ve done your hair perfectly that it frames your face and your make up is a bit fiercer, bolder. You wanted to surprise Natasha, show her a different side than the usual girl-next-door

Her brow lifted up, lips in a side smile of surprise. You look edgier than her tonight and it’s making her feel all kind of things in her stomach

“Of course, I can’t go losing you to competition now” you smirk jokingly

She pulled your chair for you and you sat down, she leaned down and gave you one more kiss, not being able to resist the temptation of your red and plump lips

“Competition?” she chuckled, sitting down “We are married, detka, you already trampled all over them”

“Well, you never know”

The dinner continued with all playful banters, giggles and Natasha’s flirting techniques that you admit, did something to you. Not because of the lines, but because of who and how she’s saying it

Along the lines, someone approached your table and that stopped you from talking to each other. You looked at the person and was surprised to see Wanda

“Wanda?” You called, standing up slowly as you take in her appearance

She looks tired, defeated, broken

“Y/n” she muttered, looking at you with sad eyes “Where have you been?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, lips into a gentle yet confuse smile as you held her arms “I’m on a break, but you know where we live”

“We?” She asked and you nodded “Yeah, with Natasha…are you okay?” you tilt your head to get a closer look on her face “Y/n…” she said, biting her lips “Natasha’s gone”

Your hand gripped the woman tightly as your mind reeled “Wanda…what are you saying?”

“She..” Wanda’s lower lip trembled, her eyes tight shut before she sighed, meeting you with her tired green eyes “She’s gone…she sacrificed herself for the world…don’t you remember?”

A chuckle left your lips, devoid of any humor. You stepped back, hands crossing on your chest “That’s a cruel joke, Wanda” you took a deep shaky breathe “I was just with her the whole time, she is literally right there” You pointed at Natasha who smiled at you like nothing is happening

Your brows furrowed and you were so focus on Natasha that you didn’t notice Wanda’s hand raised to your temple, eyes red and red wisp of energy flowing at the tip of your fingers

Your eyes widened in horror as the Natasha in front of you, smiling as lovely as you remember, slowly turned to ash, pieces of her flowing in the air. Your shaking hand covered your mouth to stop a scream that will never come, stuck in your chest like a painful rock that wedged itself in your lungs

Wanda moved further in your brain

You were back with Natasha in your dining room, eating breakfast and before she could kiss you, she disappeared again into ashes. The same thing happened to when you are on the grocery, before she can put the strawberries in your cart, her body flew away in the air, and the contents of the package spilling on the floor, strawberries roll on your foot as the scene changes again

This time, it’s Natasha and you sleeping on the bed, her arm and leg draped on your body. She tucked her head closer to your neck, this scene that you’ve been watching for the past year that brings you love and warmth and comfort now gives you dread

And pain

Your breathing has become shaky and erratic as you tried to forget the scenes before this one where she all but disappeared into thin air. As if noticing your discomfort, Natasha opened her eyes and called your name

“Nat” you managed to croaked despite the lump in your throat as tears well in your eyes

Instead of asking the usual ‘are you okay?’ though, she smiled sadly, her face change to that time that happened a year ago

Her hair in a braid, face white with worry and fear but she remained brave, determined “You’ll be okay” she whispered, hand caressing your face “You will be okay, my love”

And then, as if the gods have cursed you to a life of loss and pain and suffering, you again, had to watch her disappear. Ashes taken by the wind, her smile never faded, not then, not now…and the three words you never thought would be the last, echoed in your memory

You stood in front of Wanda, shoulders shaking from crying. Wanda pulled you close to her as she let you cry, whispering reassurances that she will always be by your side and yet, you can’t say the same

“Wanda, you need to move on as well” Wanda’s tears started the moment yours stopped, you pulled away from her, but keeping her at an arm’s length “You deserve to be happy”

Your face looked so peaceful despite what you just did, the scars from the battle scattered across your face and yet, to her, you were beautiful still. She pulled you closer to her, her body trembled before you and she watched, and felt, and embraced the feeling

She whispered in your ears before your body truly disappears, just like Natasha’s “I thought I’m ready to let you go” she sniffed “But I was wrong”. Red magic surrounded the whole area once again, just like from when she arrived in the house you bought for Natasha and you

"Even if you didn't choose me in this world too, I would just gladly be beside you. As long as you are here, I wouldn't care."

And once again, you open your eyes. Natasha comfortably cuddled next to you as your lips turned into a satisfied smile…

. . .

A/N: "Even if you didn't choose me (don't love me) in this world too, I would just gladly be beside you. As long as you are here, I wouldn't care." (Credit to my wonderful angsty friend @my-wandering-rabbit for crushing my heart with this wonderful line and the title of this story)

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x y/n #black widow #black widow x reader #wanda maximoff #WandaMaximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #mcu imagine #happy pride 🌈

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neonponders · 3 years ago

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*sigh* ..... Nobody’s surprised here lol I require very little enabling.

Here’s part 1 of this lil mafia_au ✨ @lovebillyhargrove 💗

This got out of hand quickly orz but I’ll hold onto this for a later time 🔥

And to answer your question.....yes, I do write smut 😘

Billy made Steve cum four times.

Four.

He couldn’t believe it. Once, standing up in his towel with Billy massaging his groin, and twice more while he opened him up. Steve knew he was pent up, but...this was something else.

Billy yanked the towel to fall to the floor and walked him backward into the bedroom, shedding Steve of his t-shirt. Then he spread Steve wide and licked inside his ass. Steve couldn’t really say if the next orgasm was normal, dry, or just a pleasurable spike from being overwhelmed from Billy’s fingers tickling deeper than he thought possible.

Some lingering brain cell chirped at him and he carefully turned over to start crawling over the bed toward the side drawer. He managed to get his fingertips on the brass handle before Billy laid on top of him, flush with his pants open. Steve’s cock kicked to full eagerness at the sensation of Billy behind him, soft skin and strong muscle.

His arm followed up Steve’s to the drawer, where he withdrew the lube. Steve flushed from embarrassment that he gasped against Billy saying into his hair, “I’ll take care of you.”

Steve could only manage, “Condoms?”

“I’m clean. You?”

Steve blinked, lust making his head heavy until he released his weight onto the mattress. “I think so. I haven’t checked.”

The sound of the bottle cap behind and above him. “We’ll get you checked if you want, baby. Lift your ass for me.”

He sluggishly moved his elbows underneath him to do so, but then his voice escaped with his surprise at Billy hefting his pelvis up. “Breathe for me. Let me hear you.”

Steve let his torso recline like a ramp up to where Billy began to push inside. As much as the stretch made Steve’s jaw intermittently go slack and clench, the little, repeated pushes against his prostate made him see stars. The way Billy pulled him back and pushed inside him with a steadily increasing pace...Steve had never just let go before. Was usually entirely devoted to making sure his partner got everything they wanted and needed.

Billy used him and it felt great. To reach behind him for Billy’s hip when he arrived at the pace that ramped up Steve’s panted whines. The soft moan Billy made when Steve pushed against him with stuttering pulses, so close, so so

Steve’s nails bit into Billy’s hip, silently begging him to stay put as he bucked against him, the two at a clumsy impasse as Billy tried to fuck him through it and Steve’s short thrusts negated his efforts but made wet slaps fill the small room.

“Hahh!” Steve exclaimed when Billy’s arm came around his front and he moved them further up the bed. His other hand pressed into the mattress beside Steve’s head. He loosely held onto Billy’s wrist as the man took his pleasure from Steve. The way he just handled Steve into position...

“What?” he grunted breathily above him when Steve laughed. Something twirled in Steve’s belly at how mutually wrecked he sounded.

“Nothing. I just like this.”

Billy came with two more stuttering thrusts that pushed his hips tightly against Steve’s ass. He didn’t know what to expect afterwards, and he was too fucked out and tired to care much. But Billy landed beside him and rolled Steve over to spoon his backside and feel that silk shirt against his skin.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour later, Steve felt Billy easing his thigh up to slot himself inside again. The angle shoved a gasp right out of him, but where before had been fast, Billy took his time now. Relishing each shiver that his nose and mouth caused behind Steve’s ear and on the side of his neck. The moan he got when he slid his hand down the inside of Steve’s thigh, easing it over his own leg to open Steve up further.

When his hand finally closed around Steve’s erection, Steve’s hand overlapped it, guiding him to what he needed. Billy came first this time, but he stayed inside and pumped Steve to his finish.

His last remotely cognizant thought went into noticing how Billy lifted his covers over their bodies as he slipped into slumber.

He shouldn’t have been able to wake up from the little shuffles and belt tinkering after the sun had risen, but Steve opened his eyes to see Billy adjusting his clothes in his closet door mirror.

“Do a turn.”

Billy perked up and looked back at him. He smiled like he’d been caught at something. “What?”

Steve gazed at him as much as he could from where his face was smushed against the pillow. He twirled a finger in the air. “Do a turn.”

Billy laughed softly, and...that was nice. He looked sweet when he smiled. It made a weight land in Steve’s belly, but a pleasant weight. It was even nicer how he held his arms out and rotated for Steve to see all of him. The silk shirt that was a dark, dark green; made the pink of his cheeks and lips pop. The black slacks around thick thighs...Steve wouldn’t mind having those wrapped around him.

“Gorgeous.”

Billy grinned through another laugh and let his arms fall back to his sides. He approached the bed and Steve’s eyes closed against the hand combing through his hairline. “What’s your shift today?”

“Closing,” he exhaled, his voice light with sleep.

He cooed a sound when Billy kissed his temple. “I’ll see you later.”

He hummed two more sounds like, Oh-kay.

Steve didn’t go to work.

His alarm when off, he stood up, and then fell back into bed while reaching for his phone to call his manager and use one of his sick days. Considering the tip he got last night, he could certainly afford a day off.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised, come dinner time, that a knock came at the door. Steve hauled his whole comforter with him to the door, where Billy immediately looked him over and stepped inside. “I went to the restaurant to see you. What’s wrong?”

Steve chuckled a little through, “Nothing’s wrong. I just called in sick.”

Billy lifted his gaze from the plush turtle shell around him. “You were fine this morn - ”

“I’m sore, Billy,” he droned and began to shuffle his way back to his room, perfectly content with the blunt look of surprise on the man’s face. For good measure, he sassed, “Coulda left me an ice pack.”

He head Billy shut the door for him and then the same rustle and twinkle he’d heard this morning, only in reverse as he undressed. He put his clothes on the couch until he wore just his briefs and tank top. Steve’s eyes followed him from the bed, because even those were a look. The man couldn’t do anything without a couple hundred dollars on his body.

He brought an ibuprofen and a tall glass of water to the bed. Steve had already taken one, but it had been some hours ago.

“Have you eaten?”

He nodded while gulping water. “Lunch.”

He left the bedroom again and Steve heard him talking on the phone about what sounded like Chinese food. He only paused to lean in and ask, “Steve?”

His bedhead lifted up, just eyes, nose, and hair above his mound of comforter. Billy laughed, “What sides do you want?”

“Crab rangoons,” he returned easily.

When he finished, Billy climbed into bed with, “Come here,” and Steve eased his way onto his chest. He lent some of the comforter over Billy’s legs.

It was nice. Really nice.

By the time the food got there, Steve could sit properly again and Billy respected Steve’s choice in watching Netflix anime on the laptop on the end of the bed.

It was nice. All of it went incredibly well considering Steve didn’t know Billy’s last name. And frankly, he didn’t feel confident enough to ask. Even if Billy filled up every spare minute he had with holding Steve’s body against his chest, pushing Steve’s hair behind his ear, kissing him until Steve didn’t know his own name - even if it was just for a glorious weekend

He was fine with it. Because Steve wanted to be wanted. And Billy unashamedly desired him.

Steve did manage to ask him if the phone number included with his tip was Billy’s. He took the small slip of paper from Steve and wondered, “Who did you think it was from?”

“I didn’t handle your tab,” Steve defended while their legs were tangle together and the room still smelled of sweet and sour sauce. “I didn’t handle anyone’s, and there were like, fifteen people in your party.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Do you often get numbers tucked in the receipt folder?”

“No,” Steve scoffed while rubbing behind his ear. “I did get a tiny baggie of cocaine once.”

“Someone thought tipping the waiter with blow would be fine? Wow. Did you try it?”

“It could’ve been powdered sugar, for all I knew. I didn’t keep it. I’ll stick to downers like classic THC.”

Billy smiled and Billy laughed. Sometimes he just touched Steve like he was curious, or...checking like he was really there. A finger under his chin. A nose turning into his hair and deeply inhaling. Sometimes he touched Steve’s leg so he looked at him, but when Steve asked what he wanted to say or ask, Billy just shook his head. Like he just wanted Steve’s eyes and attention on him.

Steve really should’ve expected the gifts.

First came the flatscreen television. The men who installed it were generous enough to provide the HDMI cable to connect his laptop to it.

Then came a new internet router.

And Billy started picking Steve up to take him to work. The first time was sweet and a pleasant surprise. Billy drove a luxurious car that looked demure on the outside but boasted upholstery that smelled expensive and the entire dash glowed with neon, indigo lining. He reeled Steve over the center console to kiss him before his shift.

“You’re dating either a criminal, or an heir to something,” Robin declared when Steve met up with her on his day off. Her words were tight due to the sheet mask on both of their faces. Steve folded his up so he could slurp on a Sprite can.

“I haven’t seen any security force, though? Shouldn’t a guy like that have a bouncer with him or a portable secretary everywhere he goes?”

Robin scoffed, “A portable - you mean a personal assistant? I don’t know, probably. Just because you haven’t seen one doesn’t mean he hasn’t got one or six. Make sure he knows I don’t get wet for dinguses.”

“You know, I never needed that,” he grimaced.

What did come as a surprise, though, is that Billy never initiated sex again after that first night. He and Billy kept rather busy schedules despite how often Billy walked into Steve’s life, but he couldn’t help but wonder what Billy’s motivations were. Maybe he just wanted to take it slow for the sake of Steve’s body. Maybe he realized Steve was a sap who could stick around for longer than a week.

He stopped wondering after an accident happened at the restaurant. Steve always did have a talent for landing himself right at the apex of one problem intersecting another problem.

A wine glass fell on the floor - nothing extraordinary - and someone bumped into him as he bent to collect the bigger pieces. His hand caught right on the upright, jagged stem of the glass. Yeah, it hurt like stepping into an oyster bed, but Steve carefully pulled the stem out of his hand and used one of the chef’s gloves over cotton and gauze to finish his shift.

Billy picked him up.

Steve knew what his car looked like now, and clearly Billy wasn’t taking chances on anybody else picking him up -

He leaned on the car as Steve approached, but he stepped off to stride right to him and lifted up his hand by the wrist. Steve’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came. He’d never seen Billy angry before.

The dagger hovered in Steve’s belly.

“What. Happened.”

“It was just an accident,” Steve tried to say, but his voice didn’t fully back him up. Billy’s grip tightened on his wrist. Steve tried again, insisted, “It was an accident, Billy. Someone dropped their glass. It happens all the time. I’m fine. Can we go?”

He couldn’t say what actually made Billy turn around and open the car door for him. But he didn’t take Steve back to his apartment. Or the Emergency Room. Billy didn’t talk during the drive. Steve didn’t know where he was going after Billy parked in a parking garage and he cradled his hand in an elevator that just kept going up.

“My place,” Billy finally said as the doors opened.

Criminal. Definitely a criminal, Steve’s brain declared as he slowly stepped inside the suite that the elevator opened directly into. He left his shoes by the elevator, not daring a speck of dirt on the marble foyer hallway or the carpeting beyond that.

He looked left. He looked right. The suite kept going on either side, like it was meant for a family of eight.

“Come here.”

Steve obeyed and sat on the crushed velvet couch. Billy set a phone down on its receiver. Steve hadn’t heard him say anything into it, but Billy went through a door while he removed his coat. Steve assumed it to be the bedroom. Or a massive closet. He stayed put where he was, petting the couch one way, making the threads look black, and then the other, glistening sapphire blue.

In a matter of minutes, the elevator doors opened again. Steve stood up but Billy reappeared and waved him back down. He was beginning to feel like a trained dog at this point.

“Dr. Owens. Thanks for coming up.”

“Always an obligation, Mr. Hargrove,” came the reply in the foyer.

Hargrove?

“Ah, are you the one?”

Steve’s mouth opened, but what came out was, “There’s only one of me.”

All three of them seemed to be mildly confused and disappointed in that sentence, but they each let it slide. Owens nodded at his bandaged hand. “Would you mind explaining your injury to me?”

He did while Billy sat on the other couch, knees crossed and a hand wandering his mouth. Brooding.

Owens began to look through the case he brought with him. It opened like a makeup kit, with three tiers that opened like stairs with medicine supplies. “I’m going to do some minor injections to numb your hand. Then I’ll need to look around for any lingering glass.”

“What if I’m afraid of needles?”

“You’re going to be more afraid of an infection caused by glass in the hand. If an infection gets entwined far enough with the metacarpals, it’s nearly impossible to clean it out. Hands and feet are the worst places to get injured.”

Steve’s shoulders drooped an inch. “Great.”

He felt and smelled Owens moving an alcohol swab all over his hand, but he otherwise kept his gaze elsewhere during the injections.

Of course he’d have to feel the first two or three.

Billy entered his vision, sitting next to him and curving Steve’s arm around his own, locking Steve to him. Steve’s vision couldn’t quite focus on him. Everything had a blurry edge.

“Lean back.”

The notion didn’t sound great. “I’ll vomit.”

“Then lean into me.”

That proved...more manageable. Billy held firm with Steve’s weight falling into him. He wore a blue shirt today. Just a nice, soft and mundane long-sleeve. He matched the couch. His hair had already grown out past the fade, too. Softly fuzzy against Steve’s face...

“Tell me what happened.”

Steve’s brain didn’t want to cooperate, and with each word he pushed out, confusion intertwined the cogs in his mind. “The...glass. Wine glass. I work in a restaurant - ”

His head lifted to look at him. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to make sure.”

Steve stared at him. “What? That I can keep a story straight while trying not to pass out or vomit?”

“Keep your hand still,” Owens droned. Steve felt his dull hold on his wrist, and the distantly sharp exploration through his palm.

Billy didn’t respond, and Steve didn’t say anything else until Owens had finished. He rattled a small glass vial, two bloody pieces dancing around in it. “I’ll let you keep these unless you want me to dispose them?”

“I love souvenirs,” Steve remarked.

Owens looked just as pleased to be out of there as Billy looked unhappy at being left alone with Steve. The color had returned to his face while Owens wrapped up his hand, and now Billy paced his living room.

“Am I allowed to leave?” Steve asked the same time Billy said, “Want the tour?”

Billy frowned. “Do you want to?”

With his unharmed hand, Steve rubbed his face. “I don’t actually like staying up until four in the morning.”

Steve didn’t get the tour.

Billy drove him back to his apartment. He didn’t stay, but he said before leaving, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

It didn’t occur until Steve’s head was hitting the pillow that he didn’t have work tomorrow. What could Billy possibly be picking him up for?

So Steve made sure he wasn’t home.

Yes, it’s petty.

Yes, Robin called him a moron one the phone while he strolled through the park.

“You’re gonna die because you refused some rich douche bag’s date.”

“I am not going to die,” he refuted. “I’m just going - ”

“To explain why.”

He startled away from Billy walking beside him, causing the pebbles paving the walkway to go flying. “Steve?” Robin said in his ear.

“I’ll call you later.”

Billy didn’t look nearly as lethal as the night before, but he certainly wasn’t strolling through Disney World. “Why weren’t you at your apartment?”

Steve had a tendency to panic when overwhelmed, all right? He’d reached his limit and exploded, “I don’t know! Because you didn’t say why or when? Because I’m not one of your poodles? I’m a person who’s allowed to live their life like - like - normal?”

Billy blinked at him, his brows lifting until he said incredulously, “Poodles?”

“A trained dog! You know what I mean.” Steve waved his injured hand for emphasis and grimaced for it. “You’re suspicious as hell. Don’t think I’ll do anything you ask just because the sex was good - great. Whatever.”

A smirk began to warm Billy’s features. “Poodles.”

Steve’s hair bobbed over his face as he nodded. “Yeah? My aunt had two of ‘em. They were assholes. What are you not getting here?”

Billy laughed a little and, as he stepped close to him, Steve began to wonder if the park was...emptier, than it usually was on a Friday.

“You’re prettier than a poodle. And more disobedient than I ever tolerate, Steve.”

He tried to steel his jaw, but Steve had long since given up adolescent charades of hauteur. He shrugged, “What does that mean? You want your TV and router back? Are you going to sabotage my health insurance if I say no?”

Billy’s eyes lolled under a slow blink. “I’m not revoking your health insurance.”

Steve’s shoes touched Billy’s even though they had the space of the whole park. “Then what are we doing? I’m just some nobody. You’re clearly a somebody.”

“You’re not a nobody to me,” Billy finished, his breath tickling Steve’s lips. “I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.”

“Bossing me around isn’t going to end well for either of us. Especially if you can’t even believe me when I’m injured at work with an audience to vouch for - ”

Billy kissed him, but it wasn’t a hard, silencing kiss. It was one of Billy’s little touches. His cravings. To touch Steve. To share his air.

Steve’s brows furrowed and a conflicted moan hummed in his throat. His unharmed hand found Billy’s chest, and the latter took it as his cue to lace his fingers behind Steve’s back.

He’d barely broken the kiss before he started to say, “What we’re doing, is going to my car. You’re going to let me taste your dick behind my tinted windows because I’m done being considerate. Then we’ll go back to my place. I’ll give you the tour, and you’ll choose which room we fuck in first.”

Steve’s eyes ached with lust and how long he’d held them open. He gulped dryly. “This was an inconclusive argument.”

Billy smiled and turned them both to continue along out of the park.

#harringrove #neonponders #lovebillyhargrove #mafia au #ficlet #this steve with this billy

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thewhitejournal · 4 years ago

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“Just One More Night” Part Two

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Series

hi everyone! i really hope you enjoy part two, it’s kind of lengthy i’ll admit. i’m having so much fun with this series so far and i wanna thank y’all for being along on the ride. y’all are the best 🤍

without further ado, onto the story!

content warnings: cursing, heated making out, mentions of pain

Four months later...

The first of many alarms on your phone woke you from your sleep with a small jolt. Today was the day; the day you’d worked towards for four years. Graduation day. Your brain was already buzzing despite only being awake for several seconds. Your fingers clicked the power button on your phone like muscle memory, silencing the alarm.

Just as almost every morning, there was one person on your mind: Aaron Hotchner. It had been four months since you had sex with him for the first time, and you’d been meeting up almost every week unless schedules conflicted. You wouldn’t meet if he was in a different state for the weekend, solving a crime. Turns out, he was a government employee; he was Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You didn’t know much else about him, and he didn’t know a whole lot about you either. It was a relationship - could you even call it that? - strictly for sex. No strings or feelings attached.

Except there was one problem; your dumbass had caught feelings. That was the deal from day one. You both decided it would be strictly fucking, nothing else. But hell if you didn’t defy the rules. How could you obey them, anyway, with him? Sure, you didn’t know a lot about him, but you didn’t need to. You fell in love with the way he treated you and the soft, ginger touches and kisses he gave you. Unless, of course, he’d had a bad week. It was a different story, then.

You still slept in his jacket, almost every night. It was your comfort item. It had lost his smell by now, but you loved it for more than just the fact that it used to smell like him. It reminded you of the best man you’d ever met; he treated you like nobody else ever did, in so many ways.

But a real relationship was strictly forbidden; even though his friends from that night (who you now knew as his coworkers) knew about you, they were under the impression that it was a one-night-stand. Your friends thought the same thing. Of course, they were suspicious, but per Aaron’s rules, you never admitted it.

He’d gotten a lot more personal since the first night, crossing his own boundaries about personal lives and knowledge of each other. Not that you minded that in the least.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand. It was a text message. You picked it up and clicked the power button.

A.H. : Happy graduation day. Congratulations.

A small smile fell on your lips. You left it, for the time being, checking your other notifications. Your friends mentioned getting breakfast before rehearsal for the following evening, so you agreed. Rachel was already awake and in the shower, which surprised you. Usually, it was her that slept in. Seconds later, you heard her get out and she walked into the room you shared of your tiny new apartment.

“It’s alive! Did you see Lexi’s text about breakfast?” She was butt-ass naked, drying her hair with a towel, strutting over to her bed and pulling her clothes on. Of course, this was the norm between the two of you; you were convinced she’d somehow seen more of you than Aaron had. You didn’t bat an eyelash at your best friend’s nudity anymore.

“Yeah, I’m gonna shower real quick.” You rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower, letting the water wash the sleep from your eyes. You took in your bare skin, admiring the hickeys on your breasts; the coloring on the bruises were from all stages of healing, along with a bite mark here and there. Like you’d said, a rough week meant rougher...well, you get the idea.

You traced your fingers over the bruises and the faint teeth impressions that marked your body, memories flooding your mind. A smirk graced your lips as you remembered every night associated with each mark. A thought crossed your mind, one that you were grateful for: Aaron was always careful to leave a mark where it could be hidden with clothes. You’d need that today. You went through your shower routine as quickly as possible, finishing when Rachel was drying her hair in the bathroom with you.

You pulled the curtain open, trying to grab your towel before Rachel saw the newest marks on your body, but it was too late. She caught your eye in the mirror, her jaw dropping. She flicked the hairdryer off and turned on her heel to face you.

“Are those new?” Disbelief sounded in her tone. You just rolled your eyes and smiled, shrugging at her. She gasped.

“When did you have time to…?”

“We have a schedule.”

The two of you shared a laugh and she congratulated you for finally getting laid like she said you needed to when you were too stressed about school. It turns out, she wasn’t entirely wrong. Not only did you enjoy the sex, but the man you were having it with helped you to feel relaxed, not to mention he treated you like royalty.

Within half an hour, you and Rachel were out the door and headed to a café to meet the other girls for breakfast. Your sundress blustered around in the wind, the temperature surprisingly comfortable for being under the sun at almost it’s highest point.

You held the door open for Rach, following in behind her. The girls were sitting at a table in the corner of the room and you filled the last two seats. The waitress came up and took your and Rachel’s orders, then left to put them in. Your eyes scanned the café, as they usually do in any slightly unfamiliar place.

Your eyes landed on a table with two seats across the room, one occupied by a man that you thought looked familiar. Your eyebrows knit together as you tried to figure it out to yourself, sipping your coffee and keeping up with the banter at the table in the meantime.

Then, it hit you: it was the older man from the bar, the first night you met Aaron. And he wasn’t alone. Across from him sat the skinny one, a portable chess table in between the two of them. The older man chuckled as the kid beat him for likely the millionth time this morning. Suddenly, he got a phone call. You watched him mouth Aaron’s name, and then something that looked like ‘what’s wrong?’. He told him he’d be there soon, and the two men stood quickly from their seats, rushing towards the door. But before they left, the kid caught your eye. You averted your gaze as quickly as you could, as to not be noticed.

“Where’s the fire, boys?”, Rachel muttered in your ear next to you, laughing. You chuckled in return to avoid suspicion. Little did she know, there was likely a heinous crime that the BAU had just found out about and they’d been called in. That means you were probably not on for this weekend, and it bummed you out. It was the second weekend in a row you couldn’t see Aaron, and you were starting to miss him. The sex was amazing, of course, but you missed his company too. His smell, his face, his lips...

You’d replied to Aaron’s text from earlier on your way here, but a new one just came in. You checked your phone inconspicuously; it helped that you didn’t put his full name as his contact, just in case someone looked over your shoulder, which was likely with Rachel at your side.

A.H.: This weekend’s not looking good again. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

You sighed, knowing this text was soon to come at some point today. You started drafting a response under the table.

‘Don’t worry about it. It’s your job, Aaron. Be careful, I love-‘

Oh, fuck. You’d been denying it for so long now and you almost blew your cover. The recurring fear that he had to already have known because he was a profiler crept back into your mind. But you just couldn’t help it, you’d never had a connection like this with anyone. Your heart ached at the thought of not seeing him again.

‘Don’t worry about it. It’s your job, Aaron. Be careful, text me when you can.’

Better. You watched the blue bar across the top of your screen zoom from left to right as the message sent. You clicked your phone off, returning your attention to the table. Your friend Lexi seemed to notice your change in emotion and gave you a small, empathetic look from across the table. She was the only one you were honest with about how you really felt about Aaron. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it to anyone else, you were just closest with her and she was your most empathetic friend.

Your phone buzzed in your lap again.

A.H.: You know I will, (Y/N).

You imagined him saying it to you in a reassuring tone and it warmed your heart. Fuck, you missed him. And you loved him. It wasn’t something you could deny anymore. Suddenly you wanted to run around the city and scream at the top of your lungs about how much you loved Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner.

Several hours later, you were getting ready to go out the door, putting the final touches on your outfit. Rachel came up beside you in the mirror, tilting your cap and running her fingers through the tassels until they hung straight. She smiled at you, and you smiled back. “We did it, (Y/N/N).”, she said, wrapping an arm around you. You hugged her back, trying not to cry.

You were sitting in the stadium, about to walk across the stage. You really wished Aaron could be here, as silly as it was. You knew he’d never do that, likely easily recognized in public and you two couldn’t be seen together. After the ceremony, you met up with your friends outside and started celebrating as much as you could in the parking lot. You were taking selfies and now, trying to figure out how to take a group picture with no one to take it. You tried propping the phone up on the hood of your car but the angle wasn’t right.

“Want me to take the picture for you, ladies?” A voice rang out from behind you. Your body was frozen in its place. Right away, you knew who it belonged to. You’d heard it almost every weekend, whispering in your ear, moaning your name, telling you to beg…

Hesitantly, you turned around. Your friends were already facing him, Rachel with a look on her face that could only be described as shocked. There Aaron stood, hands in the pockets of his suit jacket, a sly smile painted on his lips.

“Aaron, what’re you doing here?”, you asked him quietly, in complete disbelief. Your friends watched the exchange like it was a hit blockbuster movie.

“I couldn’t miss my girl’s graduation. I told the team we’d wait until tonight to leave.” A warm feeling washed over your body at his words. You tried suppressing a smile, but it weaseled its way out. You smiled so big you thought your cheeks would rip. He returned one, striding over to you. Your heart pounded against your ribs, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He stepped into your personal space, taking your face in both of his huge and calloused hands, planting a kiss on your lips. Your friends gasped and cheered and all things alike, but you weren’t paying attention to them. Your hands rested lightly on Aaron’s dress shirt and you kissed him back with all the love and passion that had been bubbling up inside you over the past two weeks. He pulled away too soon, a hand dropping from your cheek. His thumb stroked your skin, his soft brown eyes gazing down on you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you just rested your head against his. So many things were being said between the two of you, and yet not a single word left your lips.

“Okay lovebirds, we don’t have all day.”, Rachel remarked playfully. You weren’t looking at her, but you could imagine the smirk on her face right now. You rolled your eyes internally, a smile showing itself on your lips. You pulled back from him, interlacing your fingers with his as you stood by his side. She suddenly held up her phone, telling the two of you to pose.

You were afraid Aaron wouldn’t have wanted to take a picture with you, but he pulled you into him without hesitation, wrapping an arm around you. Your arms wrapped around him and you flashed a toothy smile at the camera. Rachel smiled from behind the phone, genuinely happy to see you feeling the same way.

Aaron took every picture you wanted without complaining once, and your friends went their separate ways, leaving you and Aaron alone. You two were sitting in his SUV outside of his place, making out in his backseat. You were straddling him, fingers running through his black hair.

His lips trailed kisses down your neck, the strap of your dress being pulled ever so gently from your shoulder. You smiled as his lips travelled lower, leaving marks in between your breasts. A small moan slipped from your lips, the grip from his hand tightening on your hip. Suddenly, his phone started ringing, and he groaned, resting his head on your chest. You chuckled.

“You gonna get that, Aaron?”, you asked him slyly. He picked it up, looking at the screen. His lips tightened into a straight line, mouthing an apology before answering.

“Hotch.”, he said matter-of-factly into the speaker. Someone was speaking on the other end, but you couldn’t quite make out what they were saying or who it was.

“Yeah, I lost track of time, I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and you frowned at him. He sighed, pulling you flush to his chest. “I wish I didn’t have to leave. I’m sorry, (Y/N).” His face donned a sad look.

“Aaron, like I said, you can’t help it. Go kick some ass and then bring yours back to me so I can tell you how hot it is.” A smirk painted itself on your lips and he chuckled deeply.

“You’re so funny, I love you.” It all came out of his mouth in a rush, like you’d said it to each other a million times, but it was quite the opposite. Your eyes grew wide, as did his, realizing what he’d said.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I-'', he stuttered. He stopped talking when you cradled his face, your thumb running along his cheekbone.

“Don’t…”, you whispered, kissing his lips softly. You could feel him relax against you, a sigh escaping him as he kissed you back. You pulled back from him, looking into his eyes and searching his face. “I love you too, Aaron. I have ever since I saw you that first night.”, you confessed. He smiled softly.

“So have I.”

The drive back to your apartment complex was silent, but the air between the two of you was buzzing with a loving and happy energy, and you couldn’t be more grateful for him. He parked in front of the building, looking over at you, his gaze softening in the dim light from the stereo. You laughed nervously, asking him what he was looking at.

“I just love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”, he said with a huge smile on his face. You mirrored his expression, resting your hand on his cheek.

“And I love you, Aaron Hotchner.” You two shared a kiss before you went inside; he sat in his car and made sure you got into the door before peeling off into the night.

You leaned on the door to find the key on your key ring, only to find the door ajar. Your forehead creased as you wracked your brain, trying to remember if you locked the door before you left or if Rachel was supposed to be back already. A bad feeling started festering inside of you.

The thought crossed your mind to call Aaron; you felt it was the most rational thing to do at the moment. Your heartbeat loudly in your chest and your palms started sweating. Something was wrong. You pulled your phone from your purse and almost hit the dial button, but suddenly you hit the floor, a pain surging from the back of your head and into the rest of your body. Your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t hold your eyes open. Your body felt weak, and you felt like you were lifted in the air and tossed over someone’s shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the pain being too much to take. That was when you slipped into unconsciousness.

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Just Another Class Trip :) Part 4

Marinette has a nice peaceful night, besides from having to outrun Batman, but come on thats just normal field trip stuff, and after that absolutely nothing remarkable happens.

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“It wasn't just me right?” Marinette asks her Kwamis, “Aunt Selina was acting really strange,”

“She dragged you through secret tunnels in one of the most prevalent companies in the world,” Kaalki deadpans, as she hangs something up in the wardrobe, “Everything was strange,”

“Yeah, I’m not really one to judge,” Marinette says, to the god that can fit in her pocket, “Done,”

She straightens out the portable house she had made for Tikki and Kaalki. It was made out of fabric with just a few pieces of cardboard for better support. It had bedrooms, living rooms, even a little kitchen. It was quite like the ‘doll house’ she has for them back home. She had made a replica of that one for Tikki to bring into the miracle box as a gift for the other Kwamis.

“Oh the others would love this!” Tikki squeaks, flying around inside, Marinette can see her through the little cut out windows.

“Well I can’t hold all of you,” Marinette laughs, falling back on her bed, “I guess I should get some sleep,”

“You aren’t going out for patrol?”

“I thought that was a one time thing?”

“But you had so much fun,” Tikki looks at her with thos big round eyes, “You should go again Marinette,”

“You know Tikki I was actually about to make a responsible decision and go to bed early,” Marinette sighs, getting back up, “But you ruined it,”

“It’s midnight and we both know that you would just keep designing dresses,” Kaalki pushes away one of the many wads of paper littering her bed and room.

“Touche,” Marinette pulls over her mask, “What about the miracle box?”

“It’s your choice Marinette,” Tikki assures, her smile telling Marinette there would be no hard feelings either way.

“Well it was safe last night, Hawk Moth isn't around to try and steal it,” She puts on her cape, “And it would be pretty bad if it got damaged during a fight,”

“So you’ve made your choice?”

“Yeah,”

Starling finishes zip tying the crooks hands when she feels eyes fall to her. She doesn't directly look around, instead stretching and yawning to survey her surroundings. Above. A flash of color, yellow, Robin.

Instead of going back up to the roof as planned she turns and walks out the alley into the street. The victim of the mugging is there waiting and she smiles brightly, letting them relax. When the police arrive she slips away, having no illusions of Robin, or whoever else is watching, actually losing sight of her.

Obviously they wanted her alone for whatever reason. That just means she has to stick to populated areas. Luckily she is in a seedier part of town but not enough that people are too cautious of roaming the streets. There's a few drunk people around, she’d have to find denser crowds if she wants to give them the slip.

She sees an older woman struggling with her bags, full of fresh produce.

“Hello,” She steps out of the shadows, “Would you-whoa!”

She backs up from the gun that is pointed right at her head.

“Tell your boss to fuck off,” The woman scowls

“Sorry, but I don’t have a boss, Milady,” She smiles kindly, “But I can leave if you want, just thought I’d offer to help with the bags,”

“You a bat?” She raises and eyebrow looking over Starling.

“No Milady,” She can dodge a bullet right?

“Good guy?” The gun inches closer.

“Good enough to not get shot, I hope,” Starling smiles a crooked grin.

“Eh, you would have tried to disarm me if you were a threat,” She puts the gun into her cardigan pocket decorated with embroidered cats.

“Try?” Starling picks up the dropped bags.

“And fail,” She nods, taking the bags from her.

“I’m starting to think I need your help more than you need mine,” Starling chuckles, rubbing her neck.

“Well you can still carry all of this,” She passes the bags back.

“Is there a market at this hour or something?” Starling asks, following after her leaving enough distance.

“Well you see dear late at night is actually when it’s safest,”

“Oh I see,” Starling nods along, scanning the rooftops, “Bats,”

“And you can sell nasty looking fruit in bad lighting,” The older woman cracks a grin, Starling mirroring her.

“I guess that's true,”

“Plus also works as a front for drugs,” Starling chokes out a laugh.

“And you would know,”

“Of course, your now an accessory to crime my dear,” There's a sparkle in her eye and Starling can’t help but laugh.

“I never seem to be able to stay out of trouble,” Starling sighs dramatically, sagging to the side.

“That's because you wander Gotham's streets in a costume my dear,” She says kindly, then turns a shrewd eye to her, “Just who are you?”

“Starling, nice to meet your acquaintance,” Starling bows, easily managing even with the bags.

“You’re not from around here are you dear?” The lady raises her brow.

“Am I that obvious,” Starling chuckles, a skip in her step.

“Cheerfulness is a dead give away,” Starling nods along to the advice? “You’re either from out of town or crazy,”

“I’ll pick out of town then,” Starling tilts her head to the side, “Tho I can’t guarantee the second one,”

“Batman is not hospitable to rouges my dear,” She ignores Starlings hopefully-a-joke.

“No kidding,” Starling mutters, glancing back up to the rooftops, she was definitely still being watched.

“... Well if you wanted to help more old ladies with their groceries tonight just head back the way we came go straight and take the first right,” She stops in front of a door holding her hand out to take the bags back.

“Thank you,” Starling smiles, giving another bow, “I think I will,”

“Stay out of trouble my dear,” The woman calls as Starling heads down the street.

“Sorry!” Starling calls over her shoulder, “I’m a really bad listener! Have a good night!”

She sees the older lady shake her head before disappearing into the building. Taking her advice Starling walks towards the markets. Those watching don’t approach her on the way to the market. Either they don’t know she’s aware of them or are confident enough that they can keep track of her. She’ll have to check for bugs regardless.

She reaches the market, weaving in between people. She waits for the perfect moment where she's sure she’ll be in a blind spot. The people milling around watch her curiously and cautiously, a high chance she's a villain a higher chance she's a vigilante. This unfortunately means people give her some personal space, not ideal for hiding.

It’s when a group of tall built men walk past her she sees her opportunity. She darts behind them, none backing off from her, a brief glance or two then just ignore her, part of some gang or rather. In a fluid motion Marinette pulls off her cape and scarf with one hand, flipping the skirt inside out to hide the distinct patterning. With her other hand she brings her bun down into a ponytail, being able to just pull it out.

She must of lost them for a second so she quickly but discreetly leaves the spot, not letting them connect her build to Starling. Now that she's out of costume she is able to hide in crowds. She dips behind some people pulling on her skirt quickly and zipping it up, she then unzips the hood to make it look like a pattern against her skirt. With the scarf in place around her neck turned to the pink side and a pair of glasses, she is sure she looks to the world like a different person.

The next hurtle are the bugs. They probably can’t track her in the market if she stays close to others. There's one on her skirt, shoe, elbow, and belt. She drops them off in any crates that are full of white powder that is certainly not flower. Might as well send them after something useful.

When she’s sure that she’s untraceable she heads back to the hotel a spring in her step. She does indeed run into someone on her way home that needs help with some groceries. If Marinette does indeed notice something suspicious in their bag no one needs to see her slip in the number of some people that can help out.

“Tikki! That was so great!” “My costume worked perfectly! They didn’t even see it coming!”

“Great job Marinette!” Tikki cheers, flying out of her pockets as they enter her room.

“I wonder what they wanted,” Kaalki asks, as she settles on the bed.

“They were probably going to be like,” Marinette brings her fingers up to make 'bat ears', “Get out of the city Starling' or 'don't stand on that gargoyle its my brooding gargoyle,”

“Probably shouldn’t have wrote ‘Starling was here’ on it,” Tikki sighs, more of a piece of advice than a lecture.

“Well I wanted to write ‘dibs’ on it, sooo,” Marinette falls back on her bed, lowering her voice so Adrien sleeping next door wont wake up.

“At least you’re having fun,” Tikki giggles.

“I did, but I need a sleep in,” Marinette snuggles further into the bed.

Tikki flys off over the edge of the bed. Probably to get her little sleeping bag or something.

“Marinette!”

"What?!" She darts to Tikki's side, to see an empty backpack. An empty backpack where the Miracle box should be.

“Where's the Miracle box!”

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wish you liked girls (kiara carrera)

Summary: You’ve been best friends with kiara for years, but lately you’ve noticed some changes in the way you feel towards her. When you hear the song she wrote about you, all is revealed.

WC: 4.5k

WARNINGS: homophobic, use of the f slur, cursing, nothing else really, just lots of angst and a lil fluff.

*this is based off of the song ‘wish you liked girls’ by Abbey Glover. I changed the lyrics around a little to fit the story better, but all credits to her nonetheless!!

A/N: happy new years my loves! this one shot is kind of my new years gift to all of you. I haven't been very active in the past few days, so I’m sorry about that. i tried to upload this on christmas, but tumblr was rude and didn’t let me, so here we are instead! wishing you all the greatest 2021, and I hope you all enjoy!

LET’S DO IT!!

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You didn’t know exactly how you felt towards Kiara in the beginning. You feelings for her were indecipherable; more than friends… but also just friends?

The past few months had been a wild ride for you. Constantly, you were questioning your sexuality, and frankly everything you’d ever known.

It got harder as the days went on, and with every beautiful girl that showed up in your Instagram feed or your tiktok for you page.

And then, of course, there was Kiara.

Perfect, beautiful, unattainable Kiara.

She was your best friend, and you usually viewed your hangouts as a super comforting and safe space. Now, however, your hangouts were simply a cause for more stress.

Kiara was so… wonderful. After knowing her for many years, you could confidently say that the girl had no flaws.

Kie’s perfection made everything so much harder for you. Your feelings toward your friend were incredibly confusing.

Did you want to be her, or be with her?

The biggest issue was not your feelings for Kiara, but rather a completely separate problem.

Your boyfriend.

You were nearing a year with Hunter, the boy you found yourself lucky to call your own.

Hunter was an amazing guy, and everything a teenage girl could ask for in a boyfriend. He was considerate and sweet, and always knew the right thing to say to you. He never pressured you into intimacy, knowing that you weren’t comfortable or ready just yet.

You loved Hunter, you knew you did.

Yet, you found yourself feeling that same way towards Kiara.

This was the main issue causing the battle in your head. Was your love for Kiara just platonic? Or maybe you loved Hunter as a friend, Kiara was the one you wanted to be with?

None of those options felt right, but the last possible option made you feel confused and slightly guilty….

What if you wanted to be with them both?

All these thoughts rushed through your head as you brushed makeup on your face, preparing for a night with the girl who frequented your thoughts daily.

There was an open mic night at you and Kiara’s favorite indie cafe. Kie, who was unknowingly an amazing singer and songwriter, had played some music for you a while back, leading to a process of you encouraging her to grow as an artist.

For months, Kiara had been running song ideas by you. You could recall countless nights during which you and Kiara would sit on her bed, working together to finish up a song she’d been writing.

Kiara credits all her music to you completely, but you knew she was just being modest. The girl was undeniably talented.

That’s why, when you saw that Retro was having an open mic night, you’d insisted that your best friend go play one of her songs.

You had sat on her bed that night, the flyer you’d collected from the cafe sitting between the two of you.

You grabbed the notebook containing all of the lyrics you’d written together, and pored over the most recent piece.

The song was your best one yet. She’d been inspired by yet another fight between JJ and Rafe.

“What if I write something about the pogues and the kooks being so divided?” She’d suggested that same night. You could tell, judging by the look in her eyes, that a train of ideas was chugging in circles throughout her mind. “The whole thing is so ugly and gross… I just want to turn into something beautiful, you know?”

Without a second thought, you’d picked up a pencil and the song book you’d grown to be familiar with, and the two of you got down to work.

Two sleepless nights and countless cups of coffee later, the two of you had completed the piece. It was undoubtedly the best song you’d ever written. It captured the unnecessary feeling of hatred coming from the opposite groups of the island perfectly, adding a touch of soul. The moral of the song was simple: can we just get along?

Kiara had strung the words together beautifully, adding a gorgeous melody and some strums on her guitar. Once the two of you heard the lyrics had worked so hard on turned to music, you knew that there was something special about this piece.

That’s why you insisted so strongly that Kiara sing it at the open mic night.

“I don’t know, Y/N…” Kiara had twiddled her fingers, biting her lip in apprehension. “What if people hate my music? Or what if I fuck it up so bad I become a massive laughingstock. I don’t think I could handle it.”

You smiled, grabbing her hands to still them. “It’s a good thing you won’t have to worry about that, then, because you’re not gonna fuck it up.”

“You don’t know that for sure.” Kiara protested, breaking the gaze you’d been holding as you spoke.

“I do!” You grabbed Kiara’s chin, moving her face towards you so that her eyes met yours again. “You are fucking amazing, Kiara Carrera. Do not doubt yourself. You are so talented, Kie, I don’t think you even realize how incredible you are. I am going to that cafe tomorrow and signing you up for the open mic night whether you like or not.”

This was a threat, but not an honest one. You would never sign her up knowing she was uncomfortable. So, when you let go of your light grip on her chin, you listened intently for a murmur of approval.

After a moment, it finally came.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” You exclaimed in celebration, throwing your arms around your friend. “I’m so excited, you’re gonna be amazing!

Now, a few days later, you’re sitting at your vanity, preparing for the night you’d be waiting for. Kie was extremely nervous, so you’d taken her out shopping earlier that day to calm her down. She’d bought a new outfit for the open mic night, which looked amazing on her. She promised you that she’d come pick you up so you could go to the performance together, and you’d happily agreed.

You didn’t expect to be at your house an hour early, though.

You weren’t even halfway through your makeup when you heard a knock at your door.

You’d rushed down the stairs, praying you’d get to the door first.

Your parents never liked Kie. They knew she liked girls and guys, and called her a “Hippie whore.”

Your homophobic parents: Yet another reason you couldn’t come to terms with the way you felt towards your best friend.

The odds seemed to be in your favor today, as you reached the door before your parents and swung it open to reveal a highly nervous Kiara.

“Hey!” You smiled. “What are you doing here so early?”

Kiara bit her lip in embarrassment and looked down to her feet.

“I-I got nervous and I got ready way too early. I know I’m not supposed to be here for another 45 minutes, but I’m too freaked out to be alone. Is it okay if I hang out with you while you finish getting ready?” She questions softly, almost embarrassed.

You smile, finding her nerves exceptionally adorable.

“Yes, of course you can. Come in, come in.”

You grab her arm, closing the door behind her and pulling her quickly up the stairs. The last thing you wanted was for Kiara to have to interact with your parents.

Once in your room, you close the door and head back to your vanity, Kiara flopping down on your bed.

As you sat down and continued applying your makeup, you spoke to your friend.

“So, how nervous and excited are you for tonight?”

Kiara smiled lightly, and bit her lip once again. “Very for both.” She confesses with a small chuckle.

“I know you can’t tell someone not to be nervous but I can tell you that you shouldn’t be. You’re incredible, Kie. I can’t wait for everyone to see how talented my best friend is.

You focus hard on your eyeliner, leaning in to your mirror to make sure you get a clean wing.

Once you're done on both sides, you lean back and admire your work. Perfecting your winged liner was something you’d been working on for a while, and it seems that your practice has helped. The wings are sharp and pretty much even. If you don’t look too closely, the wings are seemingly symmetrical. This is good enough for you, you decide, capping the liquid liner and setting it back in your makeup drawer.

Finally done with your makeup, you begin cleaning off your desk. You put your products back in your drawer, and the brushes in the holder you have for them on the corner of your desk.

Standing up, you look at Kie with a smile. “Now help me pick out an outfit so that I look hot supporting you from the audience.”

45 minutes later, the two of you are finally ready to leave. Kie is nervous as ever, but you offer comforting words to try and help calm her down as much as possible. You grab your favorite bag and throw the essentials in it. Your phone, a portable charger (just in case), and a few extra hair ties. Once you were done, you turned to Kie, who was playing with her fingers anxiously. “You ready?” You asked, encouragement laced in your voice. Kiara, still very obviously apprehensive, could do nothing but nod. Taking your bag in one hand and Kiara’s hand in the other, you head out of your room and towards the front door.

The two of you made your way down the stairs, moving quickly to leave so that you didn’t have to interact with either of your awful parents. When you got to the bottom, you rushed for the door, fumbling with the door handle. The house you lived in was old, and all of the metal pieces (such as the door knob) were rusted and hard to use. You did your best trying to twist it open, saying a silent prayer that one of your parents didn’t round the corner and see Kiara with you. She was nervous enough as it is; she didn’t need your parents making her night even worse.

Unfortunately for the both of you, your prayers were seemingly denied as your mother walked into the foyer, arms crossed over her chest.

You had hardly even noticed her presence until she said your name, anger apparent in her voice.

“Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you who you can and cannot bring into our home?”

You grimaced at the sound of her voice, turning slowly, knowing you’ll be met with inescapable doom. In the process of turning, you saw the look on Kie’s face. She looked anxious and heartbroken, not to mention severely guilty. After seeing your best friend’s expression, you knew you weren’t cowering down to your mother.

Your original plan had been to apologize profusely and beg her to let you go with Kie, possibly even lying about where you were headed.

But you knew you had nothing to apologize for, and neither did Kie.

“I don’t see why it matters, Mom.”

Surprise flashed over your mother’s face, shocked by your confidence. Standing up for yourself wasn’t your usual reaction to her scoldings, and she wasn’t prepared for the reply she was given.

“It matters because it’s my house, and because I’m your mother. I told you I did not want people like her over at this house. Now send the girl on her way and come sit down with me. I think we need to talk.”

You had to admit, you were nervous to make your next move. You knew what you were going to do, and it would result in getting your ass shredded when you come back home. But you didn’t care; you had to be there for Kie.

“I can’t right now. Me and Kiara have a place to be, so…” You turned and messed with the doorknob some more, finally getting it to work correctly. “I’ll talk to you when I get home tonight. It shouldn’t be terribly late. But, I might stay over at Kie’s, so, you think you could wait until tomorrow?”

Anger washed quickly over your mother’s face. She uncrossed her arms so that she could clench her fists at her sides, moving towards you menacingly. “Absolutely not, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. You will be staying here, and you will not be staying at her house. I won’t allow it.”

You smirked, a sudden confidence washing over you. “Well, that doesn’t sound very fun. Good thing I didn’t ask for your permission, huh?”

Kie looked shocked by your attitude, and your mother was getting angrier by the second.

“I’m going to need you to fix your attitude, young lady, or there will be severe consequences.”

“I don’t care. I don’t, and I’m not sorry about it. Kie is my best friend, whether you like it or not, and I’m spending the night with her.”

Your mother’s face was almost completely red. “Kie is a fag-”

“No. Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I will not allow you to talk to her that way. Why are you the way that you are?”

“Why are you hanging out with gay people? Do you like girls or something?”

“Why does it matter?” You’re fuming at this point. If she wasn’t your mother, you would’ve hit her by now.

“It matters because homosexuals are abominations. The Lord says so. I thought I’d taught you this by now, but clearly I didn’t press the word of God into you hard enough when you were younger.”

“No, Mom. Terrible people like you are an abomination. We’re leaving.”

And with that, you were gone, wrenching the door open and ushering Kie out of it, ignoring your mother’s shouts as you closed it behind you.

You rushed to Kie’s car, hopping in it as she pulled out of your driveway and sped through your neighborhood.

The two of you were completely silent for a moment. Both of you could barely process what had just happened. The more you thought about the situation, the more it upset you. Who was your mother to decide who you could and couldn’t hang out with? Especially when her reasons for you not hanging out with Kie were so disgusting.

What would your mother say if she knew the thoughts you’d been having?

After a little while, Kiara broke the silence. “Why is your mom like that?” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke, and you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was fighting tears.

You sighed. Hearing Kiara so upset, especially on a day that was supposed to be fun, broke you. “I wish I knew, Kie. I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t believe she accused you of liking girls just because you hang out with me. She’s so disrespectful for no reason.”

You shook your head. “You say it like it’s a terrible thing she ‘accused’ me of. It’s not a bad thing. She just made it bad because she’s a bitch.”

Kiara nodded, turning her head to gaze out the window. A momentary silence fell over the two of you, but you couldn’t help but feel like something wasn’t right. You glanced over at Kie, whose brows were furrowed. She bit her lip in thought.

Is there something she wanted to say?

“Kie? Are you alright?”

The brunette didn’t say anything. You knew something was up, so you pressed further.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

Kiara shot out her reply quickly, like it was taking all of her courage to say it.

“You didn’t deny it.”

“Deny what?”

“Liking girls.”

You paused briefly, letting the girls words sink in for a second.

“No, I didn’t.”

Kiara turned to you, a million emotions in her dark eyes. They all flashed as you made eye contact, making each feeling hard to identify. “Do you?”

“Like girls?” Your breathing was halted. Was Kiara… feeling the same way towards you as you had been for her?

“I-I don’t know.”

Kie turned towards you. When you looked at her, you could see the tears in her eyes.

You could identify a strong sense of hope in her dark eyes.

“You don’t know?”

Suddenly, you remembered.

Hunter.

Your amazing boyfriend that you loved so much.

“It doesn’t really matter though, I guess. Since I’m with Hunter.”

The words had left your mouth before you could stop them.

Kie took a deep breath, and looked away.

“Right. Hunter.”

A few minutes later, you’d arrived at the cafe. No more words had been spoken, and tension in the car was thick.

Once the car was parked, you finally spoke.

“Are you ready to go?”

Kie nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you climbed out of the car, Kiara going into the back to grab her guitar. Once everything was locked up, the two of you headed inside in silence.

The crowd was bustling with life in the small cafe. On one side, people with songbooks and sheet music sat with their instruments, and on the other side, people sat sipping on cups on coffee.

When you noticed the separation, Kie headed over to the performers side. You gave a light ‘good luck,’ to which Kiara didn’t reply, and then the two of you went separate ways.

Kiara took a seat in the performer section, looking nervously at the people around her. She tried her best to push away the feelings from the conversation in the car earlier, but it was very difficult. For a moment there, she had allowed herself to believe that the feelings she had for you were reciprocated. That look in your eye when you looked at her… something about it made her think you felt the same as she did. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

You just had to bring your Hunter.

Kiara hated Hunter, though she’d never let you know that. She had no real reason to hate him, but she did. She hated him so much, it was almost painful to see his face.

She hated him because he had what Kie wanted more than anything else in the world.

You.

Kie watched you as you moved around on the other side of the cafe. You were standing at the counter, talking to the barista. Though Kie couldn’t hear you over the bustle of the place, she knew exactly what you were saying.

You were ordering your usual: a large vanilla sweet cream cold brew with caramel drizzle. You order has been the same for what feels like forever. You had tried other things, but you always stuck to your favorite.

“I’ve never liked anything as much as this.” You’d said a few weeks earlier, when Kie had teased you for never changing your order.

Kie longed to be over there with you, teasing you about your order. Just talking to you lit up her life. You were everything to her, and she wasn’t even afraid to admit it.

You got your coffee, thanking the barista and dropping some change in the tip jar.

Kie watched as you scanned the room, searching for an empty seat. As you looked around, your eyes met Kiara’s, and you held her gaze for a moment. Though you didn’t know why she was being so cold towards you earlier, you couldn’t help but offer a small smile of encouragement.

To your great relief, she smiled back.

Once you knew she was alright, you broke her gaze and continued searching for a seat. You wanted to sit near the front, so that you could lock eyes with Kie when she was on stage as a form of moral support, but all of the front seats were taken.

Slightly disappointed, you had to take a seat in the back, near the exit.

When Kie saw that smile you gave her, she knew something had to be done. Even when the two of you weren’t really on the best terms, you continued to support her.

She loved you so fucking much.

Right then and there, Kiara made a decision, one she hoped she wouldn’t come to regret in the future.

An hour had gone by, and many performers had made their way on and off the stage in the small cafe. You counted down the performers until your best friend went on the stage, nervously playing with the straw on your cup. Even though you weren’t the one going up on the stage, you still felt terrified.

When the performer before your friend was reading off the last lines of his slam poem, your heart began to race.

The guy walked off, and you watched your friend stand up.

“Next up, we have Kiara Carrera, performing an original song called ‘differences aside.’ Let’s give her a very warm welcome!”

You could barely hear the announcer calling Kie’s name over the sound of your heart pounding.

Up on the stage, Kiara’s heart was pounding just as loud.

See, when Kie showed up at your house earlier in the day, she had completely intended to sing the song the two of you had written together. ‘Differences Aside’ was a beautiful song, and one she was very proud of. However, after the events that had went down on the way to the cafe, her mind had changed.

She was writing a song she had written by herself.

A song she wrote about you.

“Hey, everyone, I’m Kiara. I know I said that I was gonna be singing a song called ‘Differences Aside,’ but there’s been a slight change of plans. I’m going to be singing a different original instead. I hope you all enjoy it.”

When she had finished talking, she made direct eye contact with you. You were shocked by her words, and a little bit upset. Was she really so frustrated with you, or hurt by your previous conversation, that she refused to sing the song you wrote together?

It was heartbreaking, and you moved lower in your seat as she began strumming her guitar, fighting the tears forming in your eyes.

“I grew pretty attached to you,

Like a dog on a lead

Thought you were everything I could’ve dreamed of,

And all I could ever need.

But you like him, him, him

And you don’t like me.”

Kiara’s voice rang out as she began singing. She sounded beautiful, and the song was very pretty.

You would’ve loved it, but you were slightly confused.

With every word she sang, she was looking directly into your eyes.

“Always thought you looked at me differently

Than any other you'd see

Thought you were aching to see me

At any, any possibility

But you like boys, boys, boys

And you don't like me.”

Your eyes widened at the last lyrics.

Was this song about you?

“I could be a bitch and tell you a million reasons why

Being with me would be much better than with any other guy

I could tell you I'll treat you right

And never wrong

Tell you in my arms is where you belong

“But I know that you can't change someone

So I'll just leave you alone, although

I wish you liked girls, girls, girls

Wish you liked girls, girls, girls

Girls like me.”

With Kie looking in your eyes as she sang, the lyrics hit you hard.

She did have feelings for you.

Tears began to sting your eyes, and you were overcome with emotion. You dropped Kie’s eyes, grabbing your things and standing up. Unable to stay any longer, you ran out the door, crying as you did.

Inside, up on the stage, Kiara’s heart dropped as she watched you leave. She had no choice but continue to sing.

“I wish you would’ve been more clear

When I was hanging out with you

That women isn't really something

That you've ever been into

'Cause you like boys, boys, boys

And you don't like me.”

Tears began to fall as she sang, blurring her eyes. She just kept strumming, putting everything she had into the last verse and chorus of the song.

“And I know you don't swing that way

But that won't take my feelings away

Oh I wish you liked girls

I wish you liked girls

Like me”

It became harder to sing as sobs caught in her throat, but she pushed through. She was going to make it through this performance. She had to.

“I could be a bitch and tell you a million reasons why

Being with me would be much better than with any other guy

I could tell you I'll treat you right

And never wrong

Tell you in my arms is where you belong

But I know that you can't change someone

So I'll just leave you alone, although

I wish you liked girls, girls, girls

Wish you liked girls, girls, girls

Girls like me”

When the last chord rang out at the end of the song, the crowd erupted in applause and murmurs. Kie choked out a quiet ‘thank you’ in the microphone before running off the stage and outside to you.

She was so so scared that she’d ruined everything.

When she got out there, you on the phone, sniffling as you spoke.

“See you soon. Okay, bye.”

You turned around, and your cheeks immediately went pink when you saw her.

“Hi.” You said softly, not knowing what else to do.

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Hunter.”

Kie’s heart dropped when she heard the name. She recalled your words from when she’d first walked out. ‘See you soon.’ Her heart dropped further.

“Is he coming to pick you up?”

You shook your head, causing a small bit of relief to flood through kiara. “What were you talking to him about?”

You paused for a moment, dropping the eye contact the two of you were making.

“I broke up with him.”

Your friend let out a light gasp, hope entering her mind once again. “Oh.”

You just nodded, looking anywhere but at Kiara.

“May I ask why?”

Your response was simple.

You ran up to her and kissed her.

Finally.

Kiara was taken aback, but kissed back eagerly, so happy this was finally happening.

And when she was kissing you, everything was good.

Maybe changing the song was a good idea after all.

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fandomficsnstuff · 3 years ago

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Late - Part 2

Spencer x Reader

(Warnings: Torture, blood, cussing and death, ya’ll have been warned)

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You had just fallen asleep, you had been crying so much that despite the uncomfortable position, your eyes had gotten heavy and you closed then, that was five, maybe seven, minutes ago? You almost groaned out loud as you heard the heavy door open, raising your head and glaring at the man as he walked around your side to face you, carefully stepping over your previous meal on the floor, grinning like it was something he had expected. You watched him sit down in the chair across from you, picking up the mask and dusting it off carefully like it was made of glass, “most do that when they first see the mask, I’m impressed” he said cheerfully, making you scoff “don’t worry, it wasn’t the mask, just you” you spat back, seeing him freeze up, anger flashing in his eyes before he forced himself to calm down, which didn’t seem to be working all that well, as seconds later he got up, glancing at the table he flipped earlier before going behind you, you tried but you couldn’t see him, but you heard him lay down the mask on something, and then pick up something made of metal and put it down somewhere else, and finally he came back into view, pulling a small portable table, the wheels squeaking as you eyed it with suspicion. It had something on top of it, covered by a piece of cloth, and when he pulled it off your eyes widened, seeing a tray underneath with tools, bloodied ones at that.

You looked back at him and for the first time, you truly couldn’t help the fear that overtook you, you felt your whole body shake out of fear and you couldn’t hide it anymore, you began to fight against your restraints and he laughed at your attempts while you screamed, ripping at the leather bonds until you created sore marks on yourself, but you ignored the pain, you ignored his laughter, you had to get out of here. In your frantic state you noticed something you hadn’t before, a small door on the opposite end of the room, facing you, it was small and hidden with tiles, but if you crouched, if you got free, you could probably find a way out, it was no doubt an escape tunnel of sorts. You did everything you could to focus on that, trying to focus on keeping up with a plan, even as the blade slid along your arm, the cold metal leaving goosebumps as a trail.

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“Where is she?” Derek asked as he was sitting across from the man who had been driving the taxi, who just shrugged “don’t know man, I drive alotta folk around, gotta be more specific” the man said with another shrug, Spencer watching form behind the two way mirror, anger practically oozing off of him like a bad smell, Hotch and Emily was standing by his side when Penelope burst through the doors, tears in her eyes “I got it! I got it!” She moved closer with her laptop, showing them the screen that held the man’s information, backstory, and all of his past criminal records, and there were a lot of them. Axel Erickson, 38, unmarried, renting a shitty apartment, no real job so the taxi ruse was most likely to get victims or extra money, or both. Spencer were about to move into the interrogation room but Emily and Hotch stopped him “stay her” he ordered, leaving no room for debate as Hotch walked in, joining Derek and putting a picture of you on the table in front of the man, Emily holding Spencer back and saying comforting things that he didn’t even hear.

Hotch leaned closer “Axel, we know you took her, one of our agents saw her get in your car, she even called for christ’s sake!” Hotch yelled, Axel looking a tad more nervous now but he kept denying it, and that’s when Reid snapped, Penelope trying to stop him as he barged into the interrogation room, grabbing Axel by his collar and pushing him against the wall, his arm on Axel’s throat, choking him “WHERE IS SHE?! You have exactly one chance to tell me, five seconds before I shoot you in the gut and rip open your stomach! A man can live up to a month with a gut wound but it’s not a pleasant month so tell me where she is!!” Spencer yelled, getting out his gun and pointing it at the man’s stomach “one” Spencer counted, Axel continued to cry and beg to get Spencer off of him “two” Axel then pleaded with Hotch and Derek to remove Spencer but they just stood there “three” Axel then tried to fight against him but Spencer kept him in place “four” Axel continued begging “five-”

“She’s in an abandoned building downtown! It’s underground! That’s all I know man, I wear! Please I don’t know anything else I swear!” Axel cried, Spencer grabbing his collar again, pointing his gun at his neck “show me” was all he said as he led him out of the interrogation room and towards his own car, Hotch and Derek sharing a shocked look before following, Emily joining them as well as Rossi and JJ, who had been asking around to see if you had gotten home safely, leaving Penelope to call in practically everyone to go with them, from SWAT to the local police.

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You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips as the man before you put his drill down, fresh blood smeared on it and a hole in your shoulder, bleeding rapidly. You felt cold and tired, your new wound joining the others that littered your body, from knife wounds to cuts to the new wound made from a drill. You flinched as he gently stroked your cheek, as if he tried to soothe you “aw no, don’t be like that, what’s the sad face for? We’re only just beginning” he said in a mocking voice, another sob escaping you as he got out the knife he had used on you countless times already, your whole body flinching as the cold metal touched your thighs, that he hadn’t touched yet. You sobbed once again as he made a small cut on your thigh, barely enough to draw blood, and when he wasn’t satisfied with that he plunged the knife straight through your leg, the tip touching the metal chair under you and you let out a loud scream in pain, leaning over in agony as he laughed “that’s just… sweet music” he said in a disturbing, calm voice, as if he was listening to Beethoven or Mozart.

“Y-You s-s-sick f-fuck” you managed, and it was enough to make him freeze in his track before grabbing your chin roughly and forcing your face up to look at him, which wasn’t hard with how exhausted you were from all the pain. His eyes were burning with rage at your comment, but you managed a smile, making look at you with confusion “y-you’re so f-f-fucking d-dead” you managed, laughing briefly before cringing in pain, but you forced yourself through it to look at him “when h-he finds you… y-y-you’re g-going to p-pay” he looked at you even more confused now and you chuckled “y-you’re even d-dumb enough to n-not know who y-your victims a-are… I’m d-dating an F-FBI agent you i-idiot” you once again managed a chuckle, seeing his shocked face, but it was cut short as he ripped the knife out of your leg, hearing you scream in pain with a smirk “as far as I know, you two broke up” he said tauntingly and you narrowed your eyes at him through the pain “oh yes, the guy who took you? He told me... I’m assuming the guy you left standing in the street was your ‘boyfriend’, well, where is he now, you whore?!” The man was about to plunge the knife into your other thigh when you heard a voice you knew.

“Right here” you turned your head in an attempt to see Spencer but you couldn’t, but you still cried with a smile on your lips, he was here, he was really here. Your joy was cut short as you felt a blade against your throat, your eyes moving up to look at the man that had tortured you for hours, a sick smile on his lips “well, well, well. What do we have here, a Romeo looking for his Juliet? Don’t you already know how that story ends?” he said in a mocking tone, slowly kneeling in front of you, the knife still at your throat “step away from her, now” Spencer’s voice sounded unhinged, like it took everything in him to not shoot the man in front of you both. You felt him release your ankles from their restraints, knife still pressed firmly against your throat as he then moved on to your wrists “why? We’re just talking ‘agent’, besides, you wouldn’t want your little Juliet to get hurt, would you?” he said in a taunting voice, grabbing you by your hair, pulling you up and in front of him, holding you so you faced Spencer with the knife to your throat, your captor’s face hidden behind your head as he laughed “come now, ‘agent’, aren’t the bureau all about teamwork, where is your team now?” he laughed again as he slowly walked backwards with you, that it, until you heard a gun cock and felt his movements stop “right here, you son of a bitch” you exhaled relieved when you heard Derek’s voice, he must have used the escape tunnel you had spent the last few hours trying to figure out a way to get to, Spencer had been distracting you captor while Morgan found the entry and sneaked in, the rest of the team must be waiting somewhere, the thought bringing relief and hope.

“Fair play” your captor murmured and you felt the knife press against your throat and cut a line, it was odd, you barely felt it, like it was just superficial, and when you heard a gunshot ring out, you thought that maybe it was. You moved your hand up to your throat as you felt weak, feeling a warmth streaming from the cut, the pain first now hitting you as you fell to the floor with wide eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as Spencer ran to you, his hands on your throat to stop the bleeding, tears littered his eyes as well. You tried to gasp for air but you felt like you inhaled water, making you cough, only for your body to try again and repeat, your hands flailing around you for something to hold onto, as if it would ease the pain, but it didn’t.

You began to feel even more cold as Spencer and Derek yelled something, Spencer kept his eyes on you while Derek yelled for someone through a tunnel. It must have been the tunnel he went through, or maybe the door your captor had used led to a hallway? You weren’t quite sure, but you found yourself slowly raising your hand, cupping Spencer’s cheek gently, smearing it with blood, but you didn’t notice, and oddly enough, you couldn’t feel the pain anymore, not really, everything was just numb and cold. You gently smiled up at Spencer, seeing his confused look as he kept crying, keeping pressure on your neck “hey Spence…” your voice was barely audible, but he heard it, he always did.

“Spence… I’m cold” you muttered, trying to look around you but Spencer kept a hold on your neck, forcing you to look at him, instead of seeing the corpse next to you. You felt something being draped over you, seeing Derek having taken a jacket he had on off, and you smiled gently up at him “hey, Derek, what’re you doing here?” you asked in a whisper, seeing Derek frown as well before looking back to the tunnel “WE NEED A MEDIC!!” he shouted loudly and you felt even more cold, you could barely move your legs, a frown on your face as a thought crossed your mind and you looked at Spencer in a daze “I’m cold, where’s my jacket? Did I forget my jacket? We have to go back, Spence it’s my f-favorite jacket…” you slurred, trying to get up but Spencer kept you on the ground “stay with me, (Y/N), please, I need you to stay here with me, please stay with me, don’t leave me” you heard Spencer begging, crying above you, some of his tears lending on your face, and you gently stroked his cheek with your bloody thumb “hey, what’re you talking about? I’ll never leave you” you whispered and it made Spencer cry even more, but he never lost his grip, not even when the medics finally arrived and put you on a gurney, asking Spencer to let go of your throat but he didn’t, not until he was forced to, but he was right behind you all the way outside, the sun blinding you and you cringed, looking around for Spencer, the paramedic asking you to keep still as he was losing his grip on your throat every time you moved your head “no… no where’s… where’s Spencer…? Spence..?” you tried calling out but your words began to slur as they hurried you to the ambulance, your eyes feeling heavy as fresh tears began to roll down your face “no.. no my boyfriend, he was with me… he was going to dinner with me and he said he’d-... he’d meet me there… Spence?” you began to slur your words even more and just as you were about to pass out you felt someone grab your hand tightly in the ambulance, sitting next to you, and when you looked you saw a blood soaked Spencer, a frown forming on your face again “Spence… what happened to you?” you slurred, feeling dizzy.

Spencer looked to one of the paramedics concerned, who then leaned in “she’s in shock, she said something about going to dinner with her boyfriend, her mind is probably trying to block out everything she’s been through” the paramedic explain and Spencer, with tears in his eyes, forced a smile at you “d-don’t worry about it, I’m here now” he whispered and you managed a smile as the ambulance sped off towards the hospital “I was so scared you were gonna be late again…” you slurred and Spencer almost broke down, but he forced himself through it, gently smiling at you “I’m here, I made it” he whispered, leaning over and with his free hand he gently stroked your forehead, which seemed to soothe you somewhat, your face almost blissful “good… I’m cold and tired, Spence… I know it’s early b-but… can we go? Please” you felt your eyelids grow even more heaving, a weird beeping noise in the background, it sounded erratic, you heard something along the lines of ‘we’re losing her’ but you didn’t know who they were talking about, so you forced your eyes open, looking around you in fear, your heart rate spiking “where am I? Spence where am I?” you asked through newfound tears, Spencer quickly shushing you “it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here with you, alright? That’s all that matters” he whispered and you seemed to calm down at that, sighing as you turned your head to him, looking weak and far too fragile for his liking “are we home yet? I’m so tired” you slurred, you and Spencer hadn’t moved in, but you were going to ask him once the two of you had eaten at the restaurant.

“W-We’re a-almost home, baby, almost, just a little while longer…” he whispered and you felt more tears run down your cheeks, but your face was still dazed “I’m so tired Spence…” you slurred before your eyes closed against your will, you heard someone scream and yell and cry, but you didn’t know why, you were just going to sleep, why was he crying? But no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t wake up. Your eyelids were too heavy, you were so cold, until you weren't, suddenly you felt numb, you couldn’t feel the coldness anymore, or the exhaustion, you didn’t know why you were so exhausted, you were waiting outside the restaurant, how does that make one so exhausted? You hoped you were home soon, you had to be, but you don’t remember, all you remember is Spencer crying as you fell asleep.

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howaboutleeches · 4 years ago

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Are you still doing request on that Au/Troupe/Prompt thing? Can you make a Troupe - Fake Dating Lucio?

You Are My Favorite Memory - Lucio x Reader

Word Count: 3.094

"C'mon Y/n, it's just one night! You don't even have to stay close to me all time! I mean, it would be better if you did, but anyway, just please do this for me!"

You sighed, feeling a few stares on you from some of the palace workers. You tried to walk faster, but it wasn't like Lucio couldn't catch up to you. He gripped your arm a bit tighter, pulling you closer to him, which made you stumble.

"Lucio, stop! I already told you I won't be your escort" You pulled your arm back, not looking at his face.

"I think escort is a strong word for what I'm asking. I asked you to accompany me to the party and pretend that we're dating. Not to be an escort"

You rolled your eyes. He had been bugging you for almost two hours now. It was a miracle how you haven't smacked him yet and how he hadn't given up on the idea. You sighed and turned around, looking at Lucio. If you weren't so angry, you would've giggled at his facial expression, literally begging you with his eyes.

"Fine! But I have rules!" You pointed your finger at his face, but he kept the puppy eyes, nodding his head vigorously.

"Anything you want Y/n! A fur coat? Fancy clothing? Shiny and gold jewelry? A crown!? I'll give you a crown!" He held your hand, the one close to his face, with both of his, completely covering it.

You felt a little sorry for him, seeing the level of his desperation. You shook your head 'no' and pulled your hand back softly, raising your eyebrow at him.

"First, no interviews and no autographs from my part. Second, your limit is to introduce me as your partner to five important people only. Third, I get to take as much food as I want back to the shop"

"Yes, yes, and yes! Phew, if I knew that's all you wanted we could have ended this conversation so long ago. Hmpf, why didn't you make it all simpler?" He gave you a disappointed look and shook his head, making the urge to punch him come back "I'll make sure to send you many dressing options. I'll go personally to the shop to pick you up, so be ready, huh?"

And with that, he gave you a charming smile and started walking away. Lucio knew how to act like a child sometimes, but it was kind of part of his whole charm. You laughed a bit and started to make your way to the shop.

One week had passed since that conversation. During those seven days, tons and tons of clothes, shoes, ornaments, perfume, jewelry, and things you didn't even knew arrived at the shop. Asra didn't mind much, occasionally making fun of Lucio's fashion choices, but Faust found it hard to move around with so many things around. "Friend messy!"

"I can't believe he's still sending things for you to decide. The party is tonight!" Asra groaned once he closed the door, carrying into the shop a delivery Lucio had sent to you.

"What is it this time?" You chuckled and grabbed the package from his hand, moving to a nearby table, putting it on it.

"Open it up, I'm curious" Asra rushed behind you, planting his hands on the table, giving him enough impulse to sit on top of his, a few inches away from the package.

You undid the tie on the package and set it aside, raising the box lid. You gasped and let the lid fall on the floor. Asra peeked inside the box, his eyes widening up as he did. You carefully reached inside the box, tangling the necklace string around your finger, bringing it up close to your's and Asra's face.

"A Memorium...." Both you and Asra said it in a hushed tone, not believing what was right in front of your eyes.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing?" You jumped a bit in surprise on your chair, holding the book tighter due to the reflex. You relaxed a bit when you saw it was Lucio.

"Just reading this book about magical artifacts. Always good to learn more" You smiled up at him, seeing his body moving in front of you.

He looked at the book with a frowny face, grabbing it from your hand and holding it sloppily, paying attention to the page you were in.

"Memorium....what is that? Oh, it looks fancy! Is it magic jewelry!?" He turned the book to you, still holding it on his hands. He had turned one page, showing the image of the rhombus-like shaped Memorium.

"You can say they are fancy in a certain way. They're very rare and expensive. A Memorium is like a portable center of information. You can use it to record your own voice, the voice of others, spells, and even short events. For example, if I decided to use it now, we could see our clear image projected on it, with our voices and everything" You explained, excitedly

"But it looks like a necklace..." He turned the book to himself, examining the image closer.

"That's the point. It's small but very useful. That's why it's so expensive" You concluded, getting up from your seat and grabbing the book from his hands.

"That's interesting...I guess. Oh well, I came here for a reason. I have to ask you a huge favor, the biggest favor, that if you do, will make me very happy" He opened a bright smile, hoping it would make it easier to convince you.

"Okay...? Tell me then" You crossed your arms with suspicion.

"I want you to accompany me to a party next week and pretend to be my partner!"

"If I knew he was going to give you a Memorium, I would've offered to accompany him instead" Asra smirked playfully, looking at you.

"I...I also had no idea...." You felt hypnotized by it. Had Lucio really remembered that brief conversation?

"Well, you have time to stare at that later, now you need to pick an outfit" Asra reached for your waist, gently guiding you to the immense piles of clothes and all other things as you kept your eyes glued to the necklace.

“O-Oh, you’re right. Lucio will be here in any minute, I need to be ready”

It didn’t take you very long to find something you liked. It was simple, but very elegant. Comfortable, and yet, it looked stunning. You looked at your reflection and felt like an angel. Asra’s look on you only made you feel even better. A proud and happy smile. He went behind you and carefully placed the Memorium around your neck. Once he finished, you heard a knock on the door. Asra smiled at you through the mirror.

“We’ll definitely explore that thing later, but now, someone awaits you” He backed away a bit, making way for you to walk through.

You let out a sigh and made your way to the door. Once opening it, you could see Lucio’s confident face, proudly holding a rose. He extended his arm, bowing a bit, and extended the rose to you.

“You look magnificent! I am such a lucky man to be with you” He says in a playful tone, making you snort in response. You take the rose and place it behind your ear since he had removed the thorns - or asked for someone to have them removed - and the stem had been trimmed.

“Oh my, how lucky of me to be favored by the Count” You play along, grabbing his arm. You look back, seeing Asra with crossed arms and Faust on his shoulder.

“Back before midnight. Unlike you, some of us have responsibilities the next day” Asra said with a stern tone, but you knew he meant well. You looked at Faust, who had her eyes squinted. “Friend home soon!”

"Don't worry, I'm not stealing your apprentice......tonight. Bye now!" Lucio didn't even give you time to say goodbye properly and pulled you into a very flashy chariot, closing the door and tapping the ceiling, alerting the Coachman that he could get moving.

The carriage was going on full speed and you could see the streets of Vesuvia passing by rapidly by the window close to you. Lucio sneaked an arm around your waist, holding you close as you entered a bumpy road. If it wasn't for his grip, you would be bouncing on your seat like crazy. You put your body close to his, trying to keep your body steady.

Once the road was over, he pulled back his arm, resting it comfortably on his leg. You felt self-conscious of your actions and pulled your body back, sitting up straight. Part of you wanted his arm to keep holding you and for your bodies to stay close together, but those thoughts quickly went away when the castle lights hit your face.

You squinted your eyes a bit, trying to get used to the bright environment and you could see Lucio's excited face from the corner of your eye. Once your eyes were accustomed enough, you peeked out the window. Colorful lights both directed at the castle and the sky slowly moved in synchrony. All kinds of people entered the castle on their fancy clothes and some of them talked outside. All of their eyes turned to yours and Lucio's chariot, making your heart beat faster.

Lucio held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. You looked up at him and met a kind smile, a sincere and kind smile "No need to worry. You're with me. It may be a bit overwhelming, but I'm sure you and I will have a good time. Ready?"

He moved his hand away and extended it close to your face, a sly smirk on his face. You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his, giving him a confident nod and a smile. "Ready"

...........

It hasn't even been ten minutes. Ten minutes into the party and Lucio was already gone. You sort of expected it to happen, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He had introduced you to a few people as his partner but soon vanish to do something else.

You had stares on you, which didn't help with the situation at all. Some were apologetic, pitiful even, feeling sorry for you for being one of Lucio's failed dates. Others were filled with sarcasm and superiority, scoffing as saying that's what you deserved for being with a man like him. A few others were jealous, wishing that they were in your place, even if you were alone now. All of them made you feel bad.

You held back a few tears and walked to a balcony, only a few people there. Some drinking, others talking, but all of them looked at you and went away discreetly, leaving you alone under the night sky. You looked down at the garden beneath you and your eyes laid on the roses. It made you remember about the one behind your ear, but when you moved your hand to touch it, you noticed it wasn't there anymore.

You sighed in frustration and looked down again, wondering if you could sneak there and grab another one unnoticed. With all the stares on you though, it would probably be challenging. You felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling your thoughts away from your scheme and turned around, seeing Lucio.

"I'm afraid you lost something?" He extended his hand to you, holding out the missing rose. You put a displeased expression on your face and snatched the flower from his grasp, placing it behind your ear once more and turning back around, supporting your arms on the balcony.

Lucio didn't say anything, which was new. Maybe he knew that words wouldn't help him out now. You hear his footsteps getting closer until they stopped at your side. He looked up for a few moments, probably admiring the starry night, then looked down at the garden, giving out a chuckle.

“I hope you liked the rose. It was a ton of work to go down there and get that for you, plus removing the thorns was just awful. But seeing how it looks on you makes it all worth it”

You looked away, embarrassed, wanting to show him you were still mad, but with him acting so......so sincere and yet bold as ever at the same time made it almost impossible. You noticed the song slowly getting lower on the dance floor and then changing to the next one.

You couldn’t help but to shake your head with a defeated smile. You never thought Lucio would be the type to remember small details, but he has been proving you wrong the whole night. The soft and embracing tune that brought you back many memories played loudly inside, making it come out to the balcony in the perfect volume.

You turned around to look at Lucio and he was already staring at you, a cheeky grin and an extended hand. He wasn’t good with verbal apologies, but he did his best with what he could. You held his hand and he pulls your bodies closer together, his golden arm involving your waist.

“Did you play with your new toy yet?” He said, looking down at your chest. You followed his gaze, looking down at the Memorium. You had forgotten about it due to all the commotion of the evening. And only now you realized. You knew all the facts about the Memorium, how it was supposed to look, the average size and weight, even how many were produced in the last one hundred years....you just didn’t know how to use it.

As if reading your mind, Lucio used one of his hands, keeping the other on your waist, to get a gentle hold on the Memorium. “Would you mind holding the top part dear?” You gave him a small nod and, since one of your hands was also free now, you held the sharpish tip of the Memorium.

Lucio grabbed the bottom and slowly twisted it, as if opening an upside-down bottle. It was now evident that it was like it was divided into two attached parts, since you could see a source of blue light coming through a slit in the middle of the artifact.

Lucio slowly let go of the Memorium and so did you. but it kept shining, now pressed on your chest. You looked at it, amused, for a few moments until looking back at Lucio who had a very proud look on his face.

“Apparently I know more about magical artifacts than the magician. What an irony, huh?” His look was so smug you couldn’t help but to giggle a bit, making him feel ego inflate even more. You felt his hand on yours again, starting to move with the song on the background.

“I can’t believe you remembered that tune...It was a long time ago and-”

“-And we were walking on the market, on a day I had insisted to stay in the Palace since it was awfully hot. But you made me go out anyway to....have a picnic. It was an incredible day, especially after that musician kept on following us, playing this song”

You smiled at him. He may act like he didn’t care in the slightest, that he didn’t notice the small details, but he always wanted to make you happy in the ways he could. You pressed your head on his chest, the soft blue light shining in between your bodies, making it look as if your hearts were becoming one.

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You were tired. Your feet were aching like crazy, burning even. After the dance had ended, Lucio grabbed your hand and pulled you through the Palace halls, laughing and telling you to ditch your shoes, as he was doing. He led you to the garden, where you had danced and danced, ran after each other, and almost fell on a pond. You were exhausted. But happy.

Lucio had taught you how to see the memories on the Memorium on the way back, which was simpler than you thought. Obviously, he had given you a ride back to the shop, and obviously, he had instructed the coachmen to go as slow as he could.

Once at the shop door, with your fancy shows in hand and Lucio barefoot, you shared a passionate and real kiss. You could feel the happiness coming from his lips and the sincerity they held. It was funny to see him walking back to the carriage, trying his best to ignore the dirty floor of the streets. You touched the rose behind your ear as you saw him poke his head off the window and wave at you. You waved back with a smile and entered the shop, the sweet scent of lavender dancing towards your nose.

The lights out, so you guessed Asra and Faust were already asleep. You silently made your way to the kitchen and poured some of the lavender tea on a mug, silently thanking Asra for his kindness. You decided to leave both the rose and the Memorium on the table in the living room, wanting to show it to Asra on the next day. The tea was no longer on the mug when you arrived in your room. You placed it on a nearby nightstand, fell on the bed, and drifted to sleep, feeling fulfilled.

Maybe it was the tiredness, or maybe the lack of lights, but you failed to notice Asra sitting in an armchair, in the corner of the living room. Once he saw you were asleep, he got up and made his way to the table, looking at the gifts you had received that night. He pulled up a chair and sat close to the table. Of course, he knew how to use a Memorium. He didn’t tell you to give you the satisfaction of figuring it all by yourself.

He contemplated it for a few moments before touching it. The Memorium glowed and floated around half an inch over the table. The image of you and Lucio dancing was as clear as day. The music on the background was soft, like a music box. And the happy expressions on your faces was obvious. It was love, wasn’t it? The love that he couldn't give you, displayed to him, as if he was just a mere bystander.

Which, at the end of the day, he was.

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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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True Trans Soul Rebel

Pairing: Din Djarin/Trans Reader (Not specified whether reader is FTM or MTF)

Word Count: 2,220

Warnings: Mentions of needles and injections, transphobia against the reader.

Traveling with Mando was an experience, especially after being beat up all your life for being transgender. It’s taken a lot for you to love yourself, but the mandalorian who definitely supports and probably loves you absolutely helps.

Traveling the known galaxy was a very unique thrill. Seeing new planets every week and sleeping every night on a ship suspended in hyperspace, it was an experience like no other. You highly doubted much could top it.

Well. Maybe one thing.

Traveling the known galaxy with a Mandalorian might be able to beat just traveling.

He was kind to you, which was odd because all your life you’d heard nothing but hushed whispers about mandalorians as takers and hunters. Despite your home planet being in the mandalore sector, mandalorians themselves didn’t have a high reputation there. The only bright spot was the story of Mandalore the Binder, who had been born on your planet.

But that was in the past. Now, years after you’d left that planet, you were traveling with a mandalorian, which was a huge rush in and of itself. You’d seen so many new planets, and Mando, as he insisted you call him, never questioned the abnormality that had gotten you thrown out of your old family. He saw past the physical and into the skills you had as a mechanic, plus you’d been basically at death’s door when he’d met you. And if there was one thing this mandalorian had, it was a soft heart.

“Where to now?” You asked, slumped loosely in the copilot’s chair, Grogu asleep in your lap.

Mando turned, as if he’d forgotten you were there. “Shikaakwa.”

You paused, trying to remember where that was. “The Tython system? Why are you headed out there?”

“The quarry I’m hunting is out there.”

“Oh.” Sometimes you forgot you were traveling with a bounty hunter and not just a weird single father. “Is that the system with Kalimahr?”

Mando nodded.

“Sweet,” you said, flicking one of Grogu’s ears simply to watch it move. “I need more Imitoin.”

You could’ve sworn you heard Mando sigh, but he didn’t move or say anything, so you assumed he’d taken what you said into consideration.

Shikaakwa was a weird planet. The atmosphere was breathable, so Mando let you take Grogu out to play for a bit. But he was extremely uptight about it, and for good reason. Best you remembered, the planet was still under horrible gangster rule, meaning it was likely unsafe for you outside of the Crest.

That didn’t stop you from playing outside.

Mando kept a stern eye on you and Grogu, fiddling with his pulse rifle and tracking fob before finally standing. “I’m going,” he said, catching your attention. “Get back on the Crest and do not leave until I get back.”

You nodded, scooping Grogu up and waving goodbye.

“C’mon kiddo,” you said happily, stroking down Grogu’s ears as you walked back to the Crest. “Let’s go screw with daddy’s shit.”

Four days later, you’d organized everything on board twice and actually got around to fixing the mildly faulty left engine that you’d been putting off for months. Mando hadn’t returned, but you’d gotten a message from him on the third day that he shouldn’t be too much longer.

On day five, he returned in the middle of the night, the quarry immediately being frozen and locked up before he even thought about finding you.

You, of course, had been woken by the sounds of Mando returning. It was horribly late and you fell back asleep almost immediately, knowing that Mando would wake you if he needed help.

When you actually woke the next morning, Mando was landing the ship, which was odd because you hadn’t felt him take off. However, you just yawned and sat up, adjusting your oversized shirt that had once had a logo on it. You slipped out of your bed, patting around for Grogu until you heard him cooing in the cockpit.

Continuing to adjust your sleep shirt and horribly stained shorts, you wandered around, entirely barefoot, until you reached the cockpit.

“Good morning,” Mando said, looking over his shoulder as you entered. “We’re on Kalimahr. My docking pass lasts twelve hours, so make them count.”

You nodded, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “When’d you get back?” You asked, yawning halfway through your sentence.

Mando’s modulator made an odd noise before he answered. “Late. You fell asleep in my bed, by the way.”

Immediately, you squeaked out an apology, but Mando waved it off.

“I wasn’t going to sleep anyway,” he reassured. “Couldn’t stay there any longer.”

You nodded, still embarrassed. “I’m gonna go get dressed,” you said. “Can you find the closest pharmacy?”

Mando gave you a gesture of affirmation while you slid out of the cockpit and down into the fresher.

Dressing was always interesting. Mando thought it was impressive that you’d learned how to care for yourself in the dark, and you hated how sad you’d sounded as you explained why. Every time you saw your body it made you want to scream and cry.

“One day,” you mumbled to yourself, blindly locating your favorite tank top. “One day I’ll get that damn surgery.”

When you finally got dressed, you were able to flick the lights on, admiring yourself in the grimy mirror. This outfit was a favorite of yours, with the olive green tank top and overalls you hadn’t stained too badly yet. You preemptively wrapped a grey fabric baby carrier around your chest, knowing you’d probably be taking Grogu today. Overtop that, you had a loose brown jacket that came down past your knees, the patches and overly large hood giving it character and telling your story.

Lacing up your black work boots, you grabbed the tiny trash can that was stowed away in the fresher corner, intent on getting rid of whatever trash had been accumulated.

“Let’s go!” You shouted up to the cockpit, using your foot to open the portable incinerator you kept on board for the trash.

As you emptied the trash can, you absently watched the contents burn. Your syringes took a minute, along with the few empty glass medicine bottles. The bandages burned quickly, but what made you recoil was the very strong smell of burning hair.

“Mando!” You yelled, looking behind you as his boots firmly stepped off the ladder.

“What?”

You closed the incinerator, wrinkling your nose and walking past him to put the trash can back. “Next time you cut your hair,” you said, walking back to him and taking Grogu from his arms. “You’re emptying the trash into the incinerator. It smells like shit.”

Mando chuckled, watching you adjust Grogu into your baby carrier. “Deal.”

Your trip into the city was relaxing. At least, much more relaxing than waiting for Mando on board the Crest while he probably got himself shot at multiple times. When you stepped into line at the pharmacy, a few people gave Mando a look, one mother tugging her child closer to her side. You rolled your eyes. Mando wasn’t a completely uncivilized killer. At least not all the time.

He turned a blind eye to the hesitation as the line moved forward. When it was finally your turn, you put on your kindest smile and spoke sweetly to the four armed woman manning the window. “Hi! I need a six month supply of Imitoin-126, with the syringes.”

The woman eyed Mando and Grogu before addressing you. “Can I see your card?”

You dug your prescription card out of your pocket, sliding it across the counter. The woman took it and examined it before giving it back. “I’ll go grab you a box of that. Is there anything else I can get you?”

You thought about the supplies on the Crest. “Mando?” You asked. “Do we need anything?”

“Bacta patches,” Mando said after mulling it over. “And probably some more painkillers.”

“Cool.” You turned back to the woman. “Two boxes of bacta patches, one medium and one small, and one bottle of Omnipril please.”

The woman nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

While you waited, you stroked Grogu’s ears, making him giggle whenever you gave them a light tug. Mando watched, occasionally reaching out to tug on Grogu’s ears himself.

The woman came back after a few minutes, your various purchases in her arms. “That’ll be three twenty five.”

You gave her the credits, accepting the bag of stuff she handed you. “Have a nice day.”

“You too!” You said cheerily, putting the bag in your leather satchel for safekeeping.

The rest of your day was mundane. You picked up a few more purchases, namely food and parts for the Crest. Eventually, Mando split off to find something specific for his pulse rifle, leaving you to absently browse in the city’s center.

While you looked over a new pair of welding goggles, you heard a commotion behind you. Turning, you noticed a group of protesters standing outside an unassuming white building, harassing someone who was just trying to get in.

“Excuse me?” You stepped up, despite knowing you’d probably be giving Mando grey hair if he could see you right now. “What’s going on?”

One of the protesters pointed at the person, who you assumed from the white coat was a doctor. “This doctor is a disgrace!”

“Why?” You were genuinely curious now, putting a protective hand over Grogu’s chest just in case this got ugly.

“They are willingly defiling the natural form!” The protester said firmly. “They would actually perform a procedure to change the body and make it something else! To turn people into ungodly abominations!”

You stepped back, not wanting to get involved now. “Oh. Well.”

The protester glared at you. “You do not find this disgusting?”

“I-“ You took another step back, flinching away from another protester who grabbed your bag, the abrupt action spilling its contents on the cobblestone.

“They are a disgrace!” The protester shouted, seeing your Imitoin hit the ground. “A disgrace!”

Immediately, the protesters ganged up on you, forcing you to your knees, curled around Grogu in a desperate attempt to protect him.

“Hey!” A loud and familiar modulated voice broke the vicious cycle of abuse, causing you to look up.

Mando stood in the center of the cobblestone circle, his shoulders squared.

“Leave,” he growled, taking a step forward.

The protesters scattered, running off, leaving you and the doctor. The doctor reached your crouched form first, slowly helping you to your feet and gathering your purchases to place back in your bag. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, wiping tears from your eyes. “Yeah.”

The doctor smiled, looking up at Mando. “If you ever need anything,” she said softly to you, handing you a small card. “Come back here, okay?”

Mando put an arm around you, carefully tugging you to his side. “We’re going home,” he said tightly.

The walk back to the Crest was silent. Mando kept his arm around you the entire time, and your head remained bowed as the Crest got closer and closer.

When you were finally curled up in the cockpit of your home, you broke.

Mando, thankfully, wasn’t as much of an emotionally stunted brick as people assumed. He wrapped you in a beskar hug, slowly putting his forehead on top of your head as you sobbed. “It’s okay,” he reassured softly, smoothing a hand up and down your back. “It’s okay.”

You continued to cry until your body had nothing left, leaving you exhausted and horribly dehydrated. Mando let you sit in the pilot’s chair, grabbing a water bottle and watching closely as you drank half of it in one go.

“Let’s do your medicine and then you can take a nap,” he said finally, once you’d put the water bottle down. “While you sleep, we can head back to Nevarro.”

You nodded, silently taking your coat off and unwrapping the grey baby carrier from your body. Grogu was in his pram, half asleep already.

Mando carefully helped you to his bunk, turning away so you could take your overalls off and slip into your sleep shorts. Once you’d done that, he handed you the empty syringe and the new bottle of Imitoin. You expertly filled the syringe and stuck yourself in the thigh. It didn’t make you nervous anymore, as it did in the beginning. Mando watched, sticking a bandage to the small puncture hole while you disposed of the syringe.

“Are you okay?” He asked finally.

“Yeah,” you whispered, settling down on the mattress.

Mando sighed, beginning to take his armor off and pile it on the floor. Once he was left in just his tank top, pants, and helmet, he laid down beside you, shutting the door and plunging the small sleeping area into darkness.

“C’mere,” Mando murmured, tugging you closer. You tangled your legs with his, losing yourself in the broadness of his chest.

You drifted off, waking up a bit when a small hiss filled the space.

“Whassat?” You mumbled, looking up at where you thought Mando’s head was.

A dull clunk and a soft sigh woke you a bit more as you realized what was probably happening.

“Go to sleep,” Mando murmured, his voice richer now that it was unmodulated. “I’ll stay until you do.”

You fell asleep slowly, cuddled up to Mando. He did his best to relax you as you drifted, scratching slightly at your scalp and hardly moving as you finally let the world melt away, held safe in the arms of the mandalorian who loved you.

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dreamer213 · 3 years ago

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Broken Machines: Lights The Dark

Chapter 6: Lesson Plan: Proper Greetings

The morning sun begins to raise over the horizon, the light peeking through space between the currents on Penny’s window. Soon Penny begin to stir and squirm until she opens her eyes awaking to a new day. She pulls out her cable and starts stretching until to realize her scroll was still in her hand. She had never let it go even in her sleep. She unlocks it to find a notification, she’s got an new message! She quickly checks through her recently received file and finds it, her new lesson plan. The content of lesson plan wasn’t anything too complexed was relatively the same with a few more topics added and some topics were expanded on which made it a bit easier to understand. Everything seemed normal until Penny looked at sent time.

3:26 am he was awake and messaged her at 3:26 am, a time when most people should be sleeping especially a growing teenage boy. This revelation hits Penny with a wave of guilt and worry. Had he stayed up to work on her lessons? Did he go to sleep after or did this disrupt his sleep schedule? Did he get enough sleep after or did he sleep at all with his schedule interrupted? These thoughts whirl around in Penny’s mind her guilt only growing with every new question.

Penny: If he’s awake right now he would have only slept three hours and four minutes. And that’s only if he fell asleep immediately after sending this which is highly unlikely.

Penny continues to fret over the matter for while until she realizes that, one she’s getting behind schedule, and two her scroll battery is on 25%.

Penny: How is this so low? I thought I plugged it in last night-

It then dawns on Penny that she had only plugged herself in last night and forgotten to do the same with her scroll during her freak out. Knowing she couldn’t waste anymore time she plugs it up then starts getting ready. By the time she’s got her boots secured her scrolls only at 40%. She’s running out of time, with no options left she does the only thing a kid In this situation can do. She opens her bedroom door and worriedly screams down the stairs to her dad.

Penny: DAD! MAY I USE YOUR PORTABLE SCROLL BATTERY PLEASE? I FORGOT TO CHARGE MY SCROLL LAST NIGHT AND I DON’T HAVE TIME TO CHARGE IT BEFORE I HAVE TO LEAVE FOR PATROL!

Downstairs in the kitchen Pietro hears her screams and chuckles at his little girl’s little mistake then shouts back a simple “OF COURSE!” then resumes he previous task of making breakfast. Meanwhile he can hear her running around upstairs, trying to herself ready in a rush. Soon she’s running downstairs and into his room to find and grab the portable charger then she runs through the kitchen, giving Pietro a quick hug and kiss before heading towards the front door. She does slow down a bit as she unlocks the door.

Penny: Sorry Dad but I can’t eat breakfast with you today, I’m running behind schedule and if I don’t leave for my post immediately I will be late and the city will be unguarded. I have my plate for dinner tonight so you don’t have to make me anything else. I’ll be home at 10 pm if there’s no changes in the schedule or emergencies. See you soon I love you bye!

And with that Penny’s out the door on her way to patrol and protect Mantle. When the afternoon comes it’s time for her lessons and she’s off to the station, on a train up, into the car, and on her way to the Schnee Manor. Upon her arrival Penny is immediately taken to the dance studio where Whitley is waiting for her, standing in the center of the room holding a large book. A manor maid stands watching from the corner of the room. She walks over to Penny takes her bags and returns to the corner as they are about to begin today’s session.

Whitley: Good Afternoon Ms. Polendina, are you ready to start your first lesson?

Penny: Absolutely!

Whitley: Good. Since today’s our first real lesson We’re starting with one of the easier subject in etiquette, first impressions more specifically how to greeting effectively. Now most wouldn’t think that something as simple as greeting people could require any further explanation then what to say and when to say it. But for the elites of Atlas a greeting is a means of making an impression, one that can establish your presence, personality, and to some degree pedigree.

Penny: But how can a greeting communicate so much about a person?

Whitley: Well I could give you a dissertation on the topic but I believe this would be best explained through example.

Whitley walks pass Penny and towards the door, before she can question him he turns around and puts his right index finger up a mere few inches from her face silencing her. He points behind her at towards the ballet bar.

Whitley: Turn around and walk towards the ballet bar.

Penny nods then turns and walks towards the bar. She’s about two feet from the bar when Whitley tell her to stop and stand still.

Whitley: Look into the mirror and say your best greeting, then I’ll tell you the impression you give off.

Penny: Okay.

Her best greeting? Outside of the usual hello, good morning, afternoon, or evening Penny only had one but she had been told it was very cute and it as of recently it had always made people smile. She looks into the mirror, puts her feet together, salutes herself, gives a sweet smile , and says her favorite word in the world.

Penny: Salutations!

The maid in the corner starts laugh, a bit amused by Penny’s actions, but catches herself and coughs to mask it. Whitley, however smirks then gives Penny as small round of applause. From her posture to her salute to the smile on her face and the bubbly way she spoke, everything was the same as that night. For a moment Whitley feels a pinch in his chest but he don’t acknowledge it and moves on.

Whitley: Very nice, your posture is perfect and your smile is sweet and welcoming. Judging by the salute you use this primarily on the citizens of Mantle while you’re on duty, yes?

Penny: Yes but only recently. Before I was stationed in Mantle I used to greet almost everyone I met this way. Some were a bit perplexed by it at first but after awhile they began to like me and we became friends. Others really enjoyed my mannerisms and would smile back and greet me in return. But since I’ve been in Mantle I used it when I have to address large crowds but sometimes I still do it when meeting some…one..new…like….

Whitley: Like when you met me?

Penny: Y…yes.

Penny looks down trying to hide her now flushed expression only to realize that impossible because the wall sized mirror in front of her. She covers her face with her hands, completely defeated.

Whitley: As for the impression, your posture and usage of a fairly uncommon and formal word like “salutations “ hints at your high intelligence, good manners, and a cultured mind. It would come off as a bit stoic and cold if not for your cheery smile and tone of voice, those elements combined conveys the idea of you as a sweet, bubbly, intelligent if not studious girl. And with addition of the informal salute you project the image of the sweet young military prodigy, well trained intelligent but so endearingly nice and sweet no one could possibly find her threatening. A very good first impression.

Penny: You could tell all of that from one greeting?

Whitley: Yes, mostly do to my understanding of body language but that’s a something we’ll go over another day. Right now our focus is teaching you how to greet properly.

Penny looks perplexed by this statement, Whitley just described her impression in a positive way so what was there to improve? What could be wrong? Penny turns around to face him.

Penny: Was there something wrong with my original greeting?

Whitley: Yes and no. The impression is great for you and the investigation , you’re demeanor does make you seem rather naïve and innocent which makes in more like that others assume the same and be less guarded with you then they would be someone like General Ironwood or an average soldier. They’d more likely speak more openly and freely around you making gathering information much easier. It would all be perfect if it not for one small thing.

Penny: Which is?

Whitley: That little salute of yours while adorably patriotic makes your motives painfully clear.

Penny: Really?

Whitley: Yes, it just screams “I’m a sweet little agent of the military sent to investigate your illegal activities!” Anyone with even a hint suspicious about you will notice and use it to discredit you. Which is the exact opposite of what we want to happen.

Whitley continues speaking while Penny looks down at her feet dejected, she had never thought to downplay her loyalty to the military . It had always felt natural to her that she show a great deal of respect as the military was the reason she existed. Her body, her restoration, her home, the energy that powered her, even the clothes she was wearing were only allowed to exist because the military approved it, so how could she not give her respect to the system that allows her existence? so how could she not show her gratitude for the gift of life they afford to her? The idea of not doing so made her feel ashamed and ungrateful but if she don’t she might compromise the entire investigation and ruin they’re chances of getting the project back on schedule. And if the project wasn’t done in time then both Mantle and Atlas….The whole world could be…could be.

Whitley: Ms. Polendina! Are you listening? Can you hear me?

Whitley’s voice pulls Penny out of her fearful thoughts. She had been so lost in own mind that she accidentally ignored him. She looks down again embarrassed by her conduct.

Penny: I can hear you. I am sorry I got distracted.

Whitley: (Sighs) Just don’t let it happen again. Now what I was trying to say that this easy issue to fix. All you need to do is change your motions and pose then it’ll be properly effective.

Whitley walks towards her and Penny turns around to face him. He opens the book he’s been holding to a specific chapter and hands it to her. The book is about first impressions the chapter was on the importance of posture and posing in changing one’s demeanor with detail illustrations and instructions on how to do different types of greeting poses.

Whitley: Look through these and find something you can use to substitute for the salute. Then you can practice until we find one that suits you.

Penny nods and looks through the book, is very expansive having information on greetings from over 100 years ago to around 30 years ago. There was also details on cultural and situational poses for different regions and times of day. Penny finds a illustration, a man with his hands behind his back and his chest pushed out, and recognizes the pose. It was the same posture General Ironwood used almost every time he gave a speech or briefing and would have her do the same if she was standing next to him during. The familiarity makes Penny feel sort of comfortable so she turns the book around and shows Whitley the page.

Penny: I’ve done this one before whenever I stand next to General Ironwood during certain event I have to mirror his posture so I have plenty of practice. It should be relatively easy and look much more natural.

Whitley: Alright, let’s try it.

Penny gives Whitley the book back, turns around, straightens her stance, puts her hands together behind her back, and repeats her greeting.

Penny: Salutations!

There’s a pause as Penny waits for a reaction, meanwhile Whitley is absolutely stunned and the maid is trying her best suppress her laughter. Despite her enthusiasm, Penny’s pose had not conveyed the same “ strong and respectful” image that Ironwood did. Rather she gave off a very “tiny girl trying to look all big and tough” impression. Whitley hangs his head and sighs.

Whitley: That was….an attempt. But it’s still not right, keep looking.

Whitley hands her the book again and Penny starts searching through it again, she stumbles on another familiar pose, a curtsy a formal greeting that was common back in the times of lords and kings. Thinking a classic might yield better results Penny give the book to Whitley and tries again this time with a curtsy. She puts her right behind her left planting the ball of her toes on the floor the bends her knees, holding her skirt on both sides as she bends down.

Penny: Salutations.

When she bends back up she see Whitley looking through the book again. He turns back to the chapter on greetings again and hand off the book. Before she can ask what went wrong this time Whitley speaks first.

Whitley: Good execution but it’s too submissive. While you need to appear non threatening and a little naïve it should never to the point of appearing submissive. In high society submissive stances like are reserved for the service staff, the simple minded, and the easily abused. If anyone with large ego or cruel attitude see you like that they’ll waste no time in destroying your self esteem and self worth for their own sick fun-(yawn)

Damn it he thought he had enough coffee that morning to prevent this but he had been wrong. Not wanting to look weak in front of her Whitley tries to cover up his yawn with a cough but it’s too late Penny had noticed. She looks at him, eyes full of worry and shame, she knows why he’s tired and it hurts her to know her lack of knowledge had cost him sleep but there was nothing she could do about it now except worry. Whitley, knowing he’s caught, tries to give a simple excuse so they can move on and get back to the lesson.

Whitley: Apologies, the afternoon fatigue must be getting to me. But I think I’ve shaken it off so let’s continue with-

Penny: You shouldn’t push yourself.

Whitley: Excuse me?

Penny: You’re young and still growing, you need to take care of yourself so your body can mature properly. That includes getting 8 hours of sleep every night so your mind and body will be well rested and is necessary to keep you healthy

Whitley is a little shocked by her words, it’s been a long time since someone worried for his health like this. It felt odd but not unpleasant to know that someone chose to care for his well being. But what was unpleasant was look on her face. Her smile had been replaced by worried frown and she keeping looking down at the floor like a child about to be scolded. Why was she acting like she did something wrong? Whitley ponders on what it could possibly caused it but he didn’t have much to go on. They hadn’t known each other long and their direct correspondence had been limited to yesterday and the message he se-the time stamped message he sent at the ungodly hours of the early morning. Had she notices the time and blamed herself for it? How immature, he thought that being an associate of Ironwood’s she’d be use to workaholics and how they work but once again she had surprised him. He shakes his head and sighs.

Whitley: Thank you for your concern, but we have more important things to do right now. Let’s focus on our task and keep looking.

Penny nods and they continue with the lessons. They find more poses to try but non have the same flare as her signature pose. After many failed attempts their session almost over, Whitley pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration while Penny is searching through the book, determined to find something that would work. She finds a section on greetings for knights, soldiers, military officials. One paragraph catches her attention.

Penny: Commonly used by knights and soldiers, can be used in both formal and informal occasions and between both higher and lower ranks. There are several variations amongst different social class due to the common use of the same gestures. It coneys a person’s strong spirit and kind heart due to the familiarly of the motions.

Penny, have had a spark of inspiration, close the book and hand it back to Whitley. This surprises Whitley and he returns his attention to the situation, focusing on Penny whose already walk back towards the ballet bar. When she’s at good distance from the mirror she smiles at her reflection then she straightens her stance, placed her right fist over the left side of her chest, and tilts her head a bit to the left and lifts the edge of her skirt with her left hand to add some flare.

Penny: Salutations. My name is Penny Polendina, it’s wonderful to meet you!......How was that?

Whitley is once again stunned by her actions. It was perfect, formal enough not to be leered at but still gave off the sweet non threatening demeanor they were looking for. He had thought this would take a few more days before any true progress was but she proven him wrong. He smirks then walks to her.

Whitley: That was very good Ms. Polendina. It’s just what we’re looking for, how did you come up with this?

Penny: I got from the sections on knights and soldiers, one of the greetings list was one for all occasions and had many variances amongst different classes so it seemed the more practical. So I used the stance and gesture from the knights pose then add some parts from young lady the variant to make it look gentler.

Whitley: Well aren’t you a clever one, you’ve done well today. And since you did so well you shouldn’t have may issues with your next lesson.

Penny: I promise I’ll do my best.

Suddenly a low ringing sound can be heard. Whitley reaches into his pocket and pulls out his scroll, it’s the schedule app notifying him that they’re time is up.

Whitley: It looks like we finished just in time, you need to get to the car soon or you’ll miss the train, Julia see her to the car.

Julia: Yes Young Master.

The maid Julia takes Penny’s things and walks to the door and opens it. Penny walks to the door and retrieves her belongings from Julia, thanks for holding on to her things for her.

Whitley: Have a good day Ms. Polendina.

Penny: Thank you, have a nice day. Oh! And if you have trouble sleeping chamomile tea with two teaspoons of honey can act as a sleep aid and help lower stress levels.

With that she leaves the room with Julia and Whitley is left alone. He leans against the ballet bar and smirks. That girl, and here he thought he might be wasting his energy on her but she proved him wrong. Not only had she been cooperative and pleasant, she had learned quickly, adopted to the situation and when a problem arose she found her own solution. Her execution of each augmented greeting was excellent despite not yielding the desired result and not once had she gotten frustrated or asks to take a break or quit all together. And to top it off she was worried about her instructor’s health and well being, Hmm what a hardworking student. Whitley gets another notification this time alerting him that he’s lessons starts in a few minutes. He puts his scroll away and heads off.

It’s almost sunset and Whitley has just finished the last of his daily tasks. He’s leaving the library and heading to his room when a butler blocks his way. He looks up at the butler Niles and stares at him indignantly.

Whitley: Evening Niles. What do you need from me?

Niles: Good evening Young Master. Master Jacques has called you to his study.

Whitley: (monotone) Wonderful.

Whitley turns around and begins walking towards Jacques’s office. After a few steps he notices Niles following behind him.

Whitley: I know the way to his study Niles, I don’t know to be shadowed.

Niles: Yes Young Master.

Niles bows then leaves, while Whitley heads towards his father’s study. After the long walk around the manor to Jacques’s study Whitley finally makes it to the study door. He knocks three times waits, after a few seconds Jacques gives him permission to enter. Whitley opens the door and steps inside where he’s greeted by the sight of his father sitting at his desk looking over documents.

Whitley: He’s still working , so this isn’t about punishment then. Good evening Father.

Jacques: Whitley.

Whitley: Niles said you called for me.

Jacques: Yes, I wanted an update on the military hound..

Whitley: Oh! Well, we just had our first lesson today and she did surprisingly well. She completely the lesson before the session ended and left for work immediately after.

Jacques: Hmm, any odd or suspicious behavior? Asking any invasive questions, looking around for documents?

Whitley: While she has shown some interest in things around the manor it’s been one of a child like curiosity. She looks at this place like a kid would a castle and besides being a little awkward and nervous she behaves fairly normal.

Jacques: That’s reassuring but still, keep an eye on her. She could just be waiting things until she makes her move.

Whitley: Yes Father. Will that be all?

Jacques: Yes that will be-Wait, one more thing.

Whitley: Yes?

Jacques: She needs to start going to events to investigate the suspects. I need you to find something soon so we can speed this deal up.

Whitley: Of course Father, I actually already have a few feelers and should have a suitable event earmarked in a few days.

Jacques: Hmm, As expected your always prepared. You can go now.

Whitley: Thank you Father, have pleasant evening.

Whitley exits the room let’s put a sigh of relief. He disliked being in his father’s study as he was only ever called there for a two reasons, one was to receive new orders or tasks and the other…..Whitley holds his left bicep and shutters. No… it would do him any good to think about that other reason right now. Right now he needs to focus on fulfill his new task, he takes out his scroll and continue his search hoping to find something before midnight. After an hour or so he stumbles upon something….promising.

#penny polendina #whitley schnee #broken machines #beta testers #pietro polendina #jacques schnee #fanfiction #rwby fanfiction #fanfic #let the cuteness begin #rwby

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years ago

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portland

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 2731

music: silently by axel flovent, tear in my heart by twenty one pilots

You got tired of driving at around two in the morning. Somehow Kennewick did not satisfy neither of you in terms of sleeping. Perhaps it was the road, nervousness of traveling, and Kai’s indifference about the current situation you got stuck in, but as soon as he snuggled against you at eleven o’clock, you felt all the sleep has escaped you like a butterfly that leaps away. He was already deep in sleep, when you decided you wanted to drive at night, and Parker was sorely unhappy about getting out of bed. While you still had moral high ground as leverage on him, while it worked, you elected to use it. Then, a couple of hours later, the tiredness returned in full swing, and you stopped in the middle of the highway (the liberating truth was that you could now stop at any point while driving, without even thinking) and made him switch seats with you.

The portable loudspeaker he had manufactured out of a big boombox was incredibly loud and workable, and you prepped it just below the windshield. As you drifted into sleep you were thinking about how practically useful this boy can actually be, and how underrated his skills were back in the real world. Even without magic he was extremely handy. He was an amazing cook, he was insanely masterful with electronics, he was more savvy about the internet than you, the child of the web world...

You woke up because he whispered right into your ear, the most gentle order you’ve ever received in your life,

“Wake up now”.

Your neck ached, crooked unnaturally, but, as you opened your eyes, you saw what he woke you up for. Kai seemed relatively unaffected, probably having seen this a million of times; perhaps there was already an alarm clock in his head going off when it was the time for sunset. It was a first for you, though. You were already in Portland, and the car was lazily crawling along the street as the sleepy houses passed you by. Bright pink and raspberry was blooming in the sky indicating the new day, again. The light was so intense that, when you caught the reflection of yourself in the rearview mirror, you saw the shade of red on your own face. Your eyes looked sleepy and foggy.

“Are we there yet?”

“Yeah. Are you hungry? It’s almost time for breakfast”.

You looked at the electronic wristwatch you nicked from an Epson store. It was a real nineties neat cute wrist watch, and it had lighting button which drove you insane.

“It’s not even five yet. You’re always hungry”.

“I’ve been driving for nearly three hours. It’s draining. You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time, but that’s okay, I’ll just avoid the holes, so you sleep fine”, he declared. You couldn’t hold back a chuckle. He gestured towards the speaker.

“That was a good song”.

“It’s my car”, you argued benevolently, feeling very kind after three hours’ sleep. Due to the fact that Kai has been decent enough to just drive the car without waking you up. And the fact he even turned down the music a little.

“I stole it”.

“You didn’t steal it. It had no owner”, Kai replied.

He stopped the car in a romantic gesture, and you two drowned in the morning silence, ever quieter than it even was before. The wind lay still, and no bugs buzzed in the grass. You left the car just to be in the moment, to step on the ground and feel its matter, and raised your face to the sky. This was all for you and you only, and that was the first time you asked yourself,

why do they even consider this torture?

The Parker house turned out to be more like a palace. Your head swung back and forth comparing Kai with the wedding cake looking family dwelling, trying to picture him on the porch. There was a traditional old oak that yearned swings, and the big lawn, greener than that of the Salvatore’s possession. There was whiteness of the façade and the depth of the invisible basement.

Soon Kai crawled up the stairs, and sighed, in the yellowish glow of the waking skies.

“Welcome back home”, he murmured. You tried reading his face to see if it’s hard for him, but then reminded yourself he’s been here already, probably many times.

He’s been suspiciously tolerable these first days, you thought to yourself quietly as you wandered wordless through the living room. The first red flag fluttered in your mind when you threw a look at the banisters of the stairs leading up, and saw two ropes tied to them; they hung down, empty, with loops, like dead cat tails.

“Kai, why is it here?” you asked. The boy was already head first into the fridge in the kitchen.

He walked back to you, and sighed knowingly.

“Oh, yes. They kept the house as I left it at night. As a reminder. Go up the stairs, there’s still blood on the walls, and everything. Let’s go”.

He suddenly grabbed your hand with determination, and you sensed, on the run, like he needed to hold it. Not to guide you. You ran up the stairs, and you threw a quick look at the living room, amazed at the normality of it. One would think Malachai Parker’s house would look horrific, but his tragedy was very American. Pretty cover, bloody insides. The living room had two big couches (big family, it used to be), a very curious L shaped coffee table, and a fireplace. On the shelf above, there was a neat row of photographs of the family: everyone but Malachai, of course. They wished to forget he existed, for one reason or another. Kai’s hand led you on and you went into the long, spacious wooden hall of the second floor out of three: the blood on the walls was fresh, it glistened in the first cloud light. The patterns were thick and wide, like Kai’s been deliberately pouring it around; on the floor, there was a faint trace of his bloodied steps and something else, like he was dragging... a baseball bat? with him.

You tried not to step on the blood. The little window at the end of the hall was covered with a curtain, so it was bleak.

“Here”, he said enthusiastically. It was obvious Kai has been psyched that someone would share the whole thing with him. No matter what part of prison it was: whether the beautiful sunrises of Washington, or the evidence of the massacre he conducted in his own house.

“Wow, whose room was it?”

“The twins. Luke and Liv”, he pushed the door to let you in. The bed was turned on the side, and there was a puddle of blood under it. The wardrobe was thrashed.

“This is where I stabbed Jo. She hid them from me with the cloaking spell. I made her talk...” Kai muttered. His eyes were opaque, and he was focused on the memory. His sight shifted under the window.

“The-ere it is”, the witch stepped to the dark spot and picked up the bat, wrapping his fingers around the handle. There was blood on the tip of it. He swung the bat in the air in a motion that made you understand he could be a baseball star. Could have been.

“And the banisters? Who was there?”

“I hung Ashley and Sam”, he said, putting the bat back against the wall. You observed the room. His siblings, they all had names. Ashley, Sam... those who made it to the future, the twins and his own personal enemy, Josette, felt more real because you have met them. You were there when Kai merged with Luke, you witnessed his death. But to think that some of the Parkers were left in the ninety-four, hung down from the stairs, and they were children who had names... Ashley and Sam. You didn’t even know whether Sam was a boy or a girl. You asked him.

“They were best friends, Sam and Ash. Samantha was two years older than Ashley, and she was so uptight I think somebody would have killed her one way or another. She was unbearable. So bitter she didn’t have a twin, she told everybody Ashley was her age, and that they were twins, although everyone in the coven knew they weren’t”.

“She was just a child, Kai. She wanted to be a part of this important thing, too”, you shrugged.

“Yeah, so did I. You wanna see my parents’ bedroom?”

He probably saw it in your eyes that you were slowly growing anxious about the whole murder night replay.

“What did you do to your mom?”

“I stabbed her in the throat. She had to go first, she was a very powerful witch”, Kai said quietly, watching you closely. He was cruel in a way, leading you deeper into the bleak reality of his, trying you, curious as to how much you can take.

“I made a mistake with dad. Should’ve stabbed him, too, but I thought I’d be untrivial, and I poisoned him. Which obviously backfired right into my face”.

Kai put his hand through his dark hair, and you realized his eyes are glowing nervously.

“What made you snap?”

“When our birthdays were coming up, I realized they’d never let us merge. Even Jo herself didn’t want it. Just so you understand, merging and even dying, as a Gemini twin, is the biggest event of your life. Even if you lose, you’re not gone. You live through your twin. You give them your power”.

You weren’t saying anything. He went on,

“You think I’m inherently evil?” there wasn’t a trace of indignation in his voice; just sheer curiosity. He never had a chance to ask that anybody. He never had this conversation. He just didn’t know at all. “They always told me I was”.

“There’s no such thing as evil, Kai. It’s a tale created for kids, to make them afraid of giving in to their instincts. There’s only pain and its consequences”.

You looked away not to seem too invested. You wondered how one can let a fellow human go on for nearly fifty years with such a grave misconception about themselves; how one can allow such violence upon their own child. Violence and negligence so intense it makes them act out so aggressively, so loudly. Every single blood stain, every broken wooden thing, every swing of a bat in the hands of now twenty-two year old Malachai, was a cry, not a roar of evil deed. He was so disfigured. He was so wounded he had to inflict pain on others to be heard. And yet they didn’t hear anything except their own screams.

You wanted to ask him the same question, am I bad for liking you so much? But you knew he had no answer. Kai was very knowledgeable about many things; he understood many things you didn’t, but he knew nothing about the philosophy of morale. He had no deep feelings, he had no deep core in him. It was burnt clean long time ago.

Am I evil for not feeling sorry for the kids you hung from the banisters?

Am I bad for rooting for you when you were merging with Luke?

Am I bad for siding with you against my oldest friends?

Am I bad for being the only one who gave you the benefit of the doubt, just for the sake of being the only one?

After all, it takes just one person to keep someone from breaking. But when Malachai finally killed his family, when he reached the breaking point to never be innocent again, you were still a month away from being born.

“Take the books outside”, you asked him.

Kai looked up from the table. He was reading diligently, not skipping pages, and watching him got tedious after three hours. While he was on it, you trod through the front and back yard; made sandwiches; studied the pictures of the kids; sneaked into the basement and got horrified at the sight of Kai’s ‘room’ there.

(Yeah, it became my room for a while, he yapped from the kitchen. He laughed at your eyes, widened in horror, yeah, it was real pain. They kept me there when they had people over... pretended I don’t exist)

His real room used to be upstairs, underneath the roof, but it became Jo’s space eventually, and there was no trace of Malachai there. It was sad how there were so very few signs of the oldest child in the house. No posters, no shoes at the door, no jackets, no used tissues, no sports awards. No clothes, no mess, no boy things, no magazines, no CDs, no skateboard. There was a TV in the basement, and a bed, a nightstand, and a couple of comic books in the drawers of it, and you felt there was a huge chunk of Kai missing, as if they had got rid of all the things reminding of him, as if it was him who died.

“Take the books outside”.

“Why?”

“I’m tired. I want to sleep. Let’s go into the city, find a hotel or a big house, and you can read there”.

Kai looked around as if saying, isn’t it the house enough?

You didn’t know how to explain to him that staying in this place was terrible. Kai clearly missed this place although you didn’t know what he was holding on to. The family he missed was clearly an illusion. He craved the real bond, the concept of loving community, not the actual Parker people.

“I want to burn down this house”.

He tilted his head and his mouth twitched.

“Have you ever done it?”

“Why would I burn my own house?”

“You’ve spent eighteen years here, and...”

“Look”, he put up his palms defensively, “obviously, you are a very creative individual with a different way of thinking, and I haven’t done half of the things you come up with, while I was here, but if you’re gonna ask me this question every time you have an idea...”

“You know fire is cleansing, right? You should know, you’re able to control it. Isn’t fire an important element of witchery?”

“Mhm”.

He wasn’t offended by the idea. He was just a little susprised.

As Kai stepped outside, bringing the last books into the trunk of the (ugly) Buick parked in the driveway, you watched him there on the lawn. Maybe he really was the cancer his family made him to be. He looked like a hyena looking around for a dying animal to chew on. He despised this place, and its lightness, and the fact his surviving relatives thought of the exquisite way of reminding him about what he’s done. And he went around busily, like a bee mama, at the same time.

The house still reeked of blood, and frankly, you didn’t know how he could even think about sleeping here.

You threw a match on the couch, and another one down into the basement. You knew the house would restore as soon as midnight comes, but by that time you’ll be far away from here. Wherever the books send you to.

You’ve never seen a house on fire so close. The heat was burning your face, and you knew it burns Kai, too, so you pulled on his hand to make him step away.

“What sucks the most is that I had every right to merge with her”, Kai said suddenly. You had to step closer to hear him over the immense screech and cracking of the house.

There was deep, pure hatred in his voice as he spoke about his sister. You realized that his bitterness about her betrayal is still fresh, and the merge did nothing to heal it. It was personal. She was his to kill.

“I would’ve shown her if she only had given me a chance. You know? Nobody believed I could win, because I’m a siphoner. But if they only gave me a chance, I would’ve tried my best and I would’ve been a good coven leader”.

“You are already”, you said. Kai squeezed your fingers with his stiff palm.

“Once we get out”, he said, dead eyes staring into you, “there’ll be no coven. I will end every single one of them”.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries imagine #tvd imagine #vampire diaries

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aesthyuckic · 4 years ago

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AVENOIR | l.dh - NOVENDECIM

(gif not mine - credit to rightful owner)

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: (bold if in use) slow but with a purpose, belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE: changes, cycles, inevitable fate

While two weeks might’ve seem to go by for everyone else now that Donghyuck was awake, they seemed to drag on for him. Perhaps it was the hiding the fact that he could see dead people now from everyone, including the girl who he lived and seemed to live along side him in the hospital. To be truthful, he was afraid of telling anyone, even Cosimia even if she was the person he should’ve been the least anxious about telling. She had been through enough already though...

It was getting hard to hide the fact too, with the amount of dead people that roamed the hospital especially when they’re so new... How could he not notice them either...? Most of the time they hadn’t figured out how to change how they appeared either so they quite literally looked like death... Then the ones that did, they looked like regular people so he wouldn’t even notice before talking to them or anything. Others would just find him having conversations with what seemed like the air. He could never tell the difference and be caught looking into space. He’d freak out whenever a ghost would past through someone too...

People were getting worried about him with the way he’d jump at random times. The random stares and conversations with the air too. He had become oddly silent too, mostly because he was unsure if who he was talking to was truly there. The doctors thought he might’ve had PTSD from what happened and how he was acting but they never dove far enough into that theory to actually diagnose him.

Despite all this, he was being discharged from the hospital. He was strong enough to start doing things on his own without concerns but he still had to take things easy. He finished putting on regular clothes that Johnny and the girl had brought for him. He was glad to be out of the hospital gown and leaving. He had gotten sick of the smell of that place... not to mention the look of it.

He straightened his jacket in the mirror as Cosimia’s mom stood behind him. It was getting so annoying... Her always being there, it was rare that he had a moment to himself these days. She just hovered over him and honestly, he surprised he hadn’t broken yet. She was a very frustrating person but somehow he thought that maybe came with her death... That or she didn’t really like him...

“When are you going to tell her what’s going on?” The lady asked like it wasn’t the billionth time. “You know Cosimia is not dumb, she knows something is up.”

“She’s really observant too,” He added. “I’ll tell her when I figure it out myself as to what’s going on. It’s just so weird how she hasn’t been able to see anything since I got shot, you know? And then I wake up being able to see, well, you.”

“I guess it’s weird.” She shrugged while she looked away which the boy found oddly suspicious.

“You know something about this, don’t you?”

Before he could even get an answer from the women, he heard a knock. Cosimia was standing there in the little hallway of his hospital room. He stared at her with wide eyes and in silence. He had no idea how long she had been there, hopefully not long. She seemed rather calm for someone who had witnessed him talking to air once again.

“Haechan,” She said. “Are you ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah!” He nodded. “Let’s go...”

She never said anything about it but she didn’t have to for him to already take a guess she saw something. Somehow since he had woken up he had gotten better with that... He didn’t know if it was just something that came with his new founded ability or something he subconsciously developed after that event. It felt so odd and awkward, in general but especially when they made it back to the trailer on the grounds.

It was nice to be greeted by everyone as Johnny and Cosimia helped him back to trailer. It made him feel cared about and he found it endearing as it brought a smile to his face. Change was in the air, they all looked different too... It was too obvious to go unnoticed in the first place. Maybe it was the fact that they had someone turn against one of their own that brought it about. Yet, he couldn’t pin point it exactly to that either, it just lingered in question to him. How fitting for autumn.

It didn’t take long for his friend to make sure he found his way back to the bed that he wanted to get out of in the first place so badly. He threw a fit over it, of course but still he was outmatched.

“It’s not that bad.” Xiaojun insisted. “It’s only for another week.”

“I should be able to be going back to my normal now!” Donghyuck huffed.

“It’s better safe than sorry.” Cosimia sighed. “The only reason they let you out of the hospital early is because you agreed to listen.”

“What about work though? You and I both missed out on so much because of the whole thing...”

“Johnny said it was okay and he understands. I’ll be doing it by myself for awhile, it’s not that big of deal. We are going to be moving soon now that you’re back anyway so don’t worry about it, please. And Haechan, you know if I have to, I’ll make sure you stay in that bed for the week. I will duct tape you there if I have to.”

“You should listen to her, dude. She always has her ways.”

He huffed with his arms cross as he fell back on the bed. The other boy was right, Cosimia always did her way somehow... he hated that. He just laid back in defeat so easily with his lips purse as he stared up at the ceiling in annoyance. The girl giggled though at the sight. She came over and grabbed the blanket to pull it up higher.

“It’s not that bad, just like Xiaojun said.” She smiled down at him. “Take this as time for more research into your craft or take a nap, it’s good for healing your wound.”

She brushed his hair back before placing a kiss on his forehead that left him blushing with wide eyes, no doubt. Xiaojun seemed equally as shocked as the other at the scene. She had gotten a lot more affectionate ever with him since he awoke which shocked people. It was only with him though... She bid him a goodbye he barely remembered after due to the high she caused.

He saw the two whispering to each other as they left, the screen door shutting loudly signaling that they were gone for now. He sat there in this bliss and felt peaceful as he sighed. That was quick to get ruined though.

“So, when are you going to tell her?” Cosimia’s mom popped out of nowhere to ask.

He jumped, “Jesus Christ...”

“You didn’t answer my question.” She said. “You know you’ll have to tell her soon. You can’t keep hiding the fact that you can see me... I know I annoy you too, that’s the point.”

“You didn’t answer my question in the hospital earlier so that makes us even, doesn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes as he reached into his drawer to grab an old portable FM radio and a set of earbuds. It wasn’t long before he turned the music up loud enough to drown his surroundings out while he grabbed the books he had bought himself to start reading and thus began his long endeavor of ignoring her. He laid back in the bed with the book propped in his lap. Every now and then looking up to see her her mouth was moving in attempt to get him curious so he’d take out his earbuds. He could hear small remnants of her yelling through it but nothing much... At least it was doing the job.

Cosimia had come back in without his knowledge as they started back on the road, Xiaojun driving this time. She had made herself a cup of coffee and her finger traced the rim of her mug as she walked around the small kitchen. She peaked back into the room seeing the boy was tucked under the blankets with a book that blocked the view of his face. The music could be heard faintly from where she stood. She sighed to herself as she continued to drink the warm coffee.

She left him alone for awhile. For some reason, she felt that’s what he wanted or at least needed... He never really came out for anything either so she thought maybe she was right. He been really quiet lately which was odd for him but she hoped he was okay and that he’d tell her if something was wrong. The next time she checked up on him, it was already late evening.

When she looked back, she could see he was on her side of the bed, sitting on the bottom corner hidden by the wall mostly. She creped back, quietly to find himself sitting in front of the long mirror they had in that corner. Usually they covered it at night due to her fears... For now he just sat there, somehow too occupied to notice the girl was nearby. The way his hair was crinkled up and messy made it seem like he took a nap.

The boy just felt urge to look at himself shirtless in the mirror as he was really too afraid to look at the wound before. The earbuds continued to let a soft melody fill the cool evening air as he never stopped it. He stared at himself for a moment before he took his shirt off, swiftly only to stare at the wound etched into his skin. He touched around it, some of it was already healed but it still had a long way to go... It’d still leave a nasty scar there after though.

He only noticed the girl’s presence when the bed dipped beside him as she crawled in to sit behind him. He could see her staring back at him through the mirror.

“What you doing?” She murmured, so sweet and quiet as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, almost in a hug.

“Just looking,” He answered with a bitter chuckle. “I was afraid to before and I remember why now... This shit is gonna leave an ugly scar.”

She hummed, “I don’t think I’ll be ugly... I think it will be quite beautiful, you know? It means you lived to see another day so in a way it’s not a scar, just a strength mark.”

He chuckled and smiled at her words. He knew she was only trying to make him feel better about the situation. They made eye contact in the mirror again, only this time her hands had moved to rest on his shoulders as her head had found a place in the crook of his neck. To be honest, the sight had made his heart skip a beat as it was rather intimate moment in it all.

“Tell her.” He heard the mother hiss from the corner of the room.

It took every fiber of his being to not snap at ghost as she ruined a moment between. He held himself together though, and continued to ignore like he done for hours. He did his best to not suggest the annoyance it with his actions either. Maybe seeing her standing their out of awkwardness from the scene in front of her in his peripheral vision was a sort of reward for him that was enough.

“I’m stupid...” Cosimia had uttered in the silence of the night, a slight break in her voice.

“What? Why you say that?” He asked as he grabbed her hands, gently and turned around to face her. “You’re the smartest person I know, you’ve taught me so much. How could you possibly be stupid?”

The boy was gently cupping her cheeks in his hands at the point. Her eyes glistened with tears in them that he wiped away whrn he ran down. She let out a bitter chuckle at his words before taking his hands and just holding them in her lap. She sniffed as she tried to find her voice and words.

“That amethyst...” She sniffed. “It didn’t do anything to protect you from what happened... It didn’t do shit to protect you from the evil that was Ten when I wasn’t around like it was suppose to.”

“Didn’t it, though...?” He questioned, softly. “I remember the doctors saying something that I was very lucky or something because otherwise the bullet would have killed me, or at least paralyzed me. I wouldn’t be here like this, with you if it hadn’t been for that necklace you made for me. It did protect me in some way, you protected me without even thinking you did too...”

She just nodded while trying to blink away the rest of the water that remained in her eyes. It was only then that the two of them had actually notice how close they were to one another, only inches apart as they just looked at each other. The boy could his cheeks grow red as his heart began to beat a little faster than it maybe should’ve with a friend once again. They had never been so close to each other in such a way. He noticed her eyes were actually hazel... mostly brown with only a hint of green in them that went unnoticed unless you really looked. Her eyes also seemed to hold stars within them, that’s the only way he could best describe the way they shined even in the darkness of the night. He found himself not being able to look away from her as his breath hitched in his throat in a familiar way. He felt his hand on top of hers, running his thumb across the back of it. They both were thinking what was to come next in such an intimate moment like this and the both want it. The unfortunate part is it wasn’t as private as it should’ve been.

“Don’t you even dare kiss her.” Her mother gritted, once again from the corner.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a sigh of frustration as he looked down in a way that blocked things from progressing further. It caught the girl off guard, she knew he liked her wasn’t that still true? Didn’t he want to kiss her?

“I’m kinda tired.” He lied to turn the attention to something else as he looked at the floor.

“That’s okay,” She assured him. “That’s normal when it comes to healing. Lay down, I can cuddle you, if you want?”

He nodded before he grabbed his tshirt to put it back on. He also grabbed the radio to turn it off and put it back in his drawer. He moved his books into the space below his drawer then he laid down like she told him to. She was already there, waiting for him to cuddle up next to her. She was still mindful of the wound in his chest when she cuddled him.

“Hey,” She mumbled. “Haechan?”

“Yes?” He hummed.

“Can i call you Hyuck...?” She asked. “I feel like it’s more fitting to you.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

She smiled at his answer. She looked so sleepy there with him and even was the first to fall asleep oddly enough between the two of them. The sight had left the boy with a slight smile on his face as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. The little snores that escaped her let him know she was fast asleep and gone for night. He finally turned to look at her mother with a glare in his eyes.

“Did you really have to ruin both of the moments for us?” He scoffed.

The woman shrugged, “I did say I was going to annoy you until you told her, I’m just keeping my promise. But having the two of you not kiss was just a win-win situation in my case.”

He really thought she was bluffing about it. Though, he realized she wasn’t when he kept him away all night saying the same stuff over and over again about telling the girl. He didn’t understand how a dead person could have that much enegry to do that for hours on end. He finally got fed up with it at one point as he was exhausted himself. He sat up and woke the girl that slept beside him in compliance to the mother’s wish. He felt bad about it but he couldn’t take it any longer...

“Cosimia,” He whispered while he shook her awake. “Wake up please.”

“What time is it?” She groaned as stirred.

“Four in the morning, I think.” He answered. “I need to tell you something.”

“Can it wait for a few hours?”

“No, once you get up you’ll know why.”

“Tell me what can’t wait until a normal hour. I’m up now.”

“Hmm... I know you’ve seen me act weird since I woke up from my coma.”

“Yes, Hyuck. You are traumatized and are still recovering from what happened, it’s not abnormal for situations like these.”

“No, you don’t get it. I know you and a lot of the others have found me having conversations with myself... Or that’s what it looks like and God, I hope this doesn’t make me sound ridiculous but since I’ve woken up I’ve been seeing your mom everywhere! She won’t leave me alone. I’m going insane because of it too! And I really thought she was hallucinations when I first saw her but then I started seeing other dead people and she said something about your birth time and it was correct-“

“My mom?”

“You believe me, right, Cosi?”

“Of course I do... Why didn’t you tell me sooner though? Where is she right now?”

“It just didn’t seem like a good idea to say anything... She’s in corner though, like she’s been since yesterday annoying the fuck out of me.”

The girl stopped breathing as he heard what the boy said at the end. Her mother had been there since yesterday? That means she saw what happened the evening before which left the girl blushing so intensely out of embarrassment. She wanted to hide so badly...

Donghyuck saw the lady walk over to the bed and sit down at the end, near her feet. The mom chuckled and smile sweetly at the reaction from her daughter. He had never seen the ghost appear so nice since she appear in his dream when he was in a coma. She reached out and touched her daughter’s cheek, something Cosimia had seem to feel with the way she jumped a little when the cold caressed her cheek.

“Don’t worry, mija. It’s a natural part of growing up... I understand and I’m happy you could find someone you feel so safe with...” She smiled with tears in her eyes like she able to hear her when it was only him. “I brought him back to you for a reason.”

“You didn’t seem like that last night.” He gritted.

“What?” Cosimia asked.

“She said not to worry about last night... She says she’s happy I’m someone you feel safe enough with and that’s why she brought me back to you... Whatever the last part means... Yes, that was her touching you too.”

“So, she was listening?”

“Listening to what?”

“When you were asleep I went to the car wreck and I asked her to make sure you were alright. And here you are, seeing her... and the rest of dead... Is she crossing over now though?”

“No, I haven’t done everything I need to do. You were right, Haechan, I was hiding something from you as well as her sort of... In order for you to continue living she needed her ablities transferred to you, of course it was change so you could be of use.”

“Of use?!”

“What did she say?”

“You’re gonna have to stay up longer.”

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