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little-spicy · 2 years ago

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Hold Me

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: On a Guardian mission, Adam is hit with a foreign substance called Sunmite. As they realize that Adam is indeed infected, Y/N learns that he's fully gone primal.

WARNING: MDNI!!! 🔞 SMUT!!! Dubcon (it's Sex Pollen), dom/sub, chasing kink, praise, etc.

IT WAS A NORMAL DAY ON NOWHERE, ever since the battle with the High Evolutionary the place became peaceful again and the new home thrived since Nebula had taken charge.

The children were laughing, Nebula was stressed and doing a million things, and Drax was his usual self, playing with the children.

Y/N was with Drax as they taught the kids how to play with the hula hoops. Peter had brought some items from Earth and had given it to children and to say they were having a blast was an understatement.

As they enjoyed the time with the children was when they received the call from Rocket saying that Adam was in an accident.

Y/N's heart dropped as she looked at Drax with fear. Y/N had helped Adam when he decided to change, that he decided to be part of the Guardians and be better than his mother. He was created to be an all perfect being but Y/N saw him for what he truly was.

He was a scared child, someone who was born to a world that he was barely ready for. She was the youngest guardian on the team; rescued by Peter and the Ravengers when she was a small child and raised as one of them. She was barely a teenager as she became a guardian, but nonetheless a strong one.

She was young like him so she understood him, she understood his innocent looks, his kindness, and his eager to learn.

She stayed up with him, let him listen to music, let him read, and just to be there with him. Those nights turned into days, and suddenly both of them began to grow feelings for one another.

It was no secret that they would fall for each other but it still was just as sweet when they finally held hands and shared a kiss from time to time.

But as she heard that he had been hurt, she was scared. Everything that she had ever faced was no where as scary as hearing that Adam was hurt.

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Y/N ran as fast as she could to their lab, she was given location to where they were but that didn't ease her uneasiness in her stomach.

When she entered the lab, she could see that there was a protective shield. She saw as Adam was on a table, wheezing and groaning in pain.

"What happened?" Y/N asked Rocket as she looked at him with pain.

Rocket had a vial of a bright orange substance, he held it up for Y/N to look and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What am I looking at?" She asked him.

"One of those Zelnights hit him with a dart of some kind." Rocket said. "We thought it didn't affect him since he didn't show any signs but that changed when we were coming back."

"He started going crazy and we had Cosmo here hold him down." Kraglin said and Cosmo barked.

"He is not a good boy." Cosmo said and Y/N watched as Adam groaned once more and hissed in pain.

"Why is he locked in there, help him!" Y/N said as she tried to open it but Kraglin stopped her.

"We couldn't risk contamination, we're still running lab results." Kraglin said. "Even when we did, he started burning up and began to fight us. He kept asking for you, we wouldn't even had told you if he hadn't kept begging us."

"Y/N." Adam said weakly, his head turned to see her through the shield.

"Adam, sweetie." Y/N said and touched the shield.

"Y/N." Adam said more fiercely, his eyes glowed and got up abruptly. He tried to go through the shield only to be thrown back. He yelled and came forward again and caused Y/N to move back and tried to hold back tears.

"Nebula, we're gonna need something to calm him down." Rocket said through the comm link. He looked up to Y/N. "We need to get you out of here."

"I won't leave him!" Y/N said as she tried to come forward but once again Kraglin stopped her.

"We can't risk him hurting you, we don't know what'll happen." Kraglin said and Y/N watched as Adam, tried to hit the shield but once again he was thrown back and he groaned in pain once again.

"Comet, hold him." Rocket told Comet, comet nodded and began to use their telekinesis to hold Adam.

"We'll find out answers soon, but for now you need to get out of here." Rocket said. "He'll be fine, I promise."

Y/N looked down at Adam and crouched down to see him.

"Adam, sweetie I'll be back." She said and Adam's eyes still followed bright.

"Please, love, I need you." He said with pain. Y/N tried not to cry.

"I want to, but I can't sweetie." Y/N said. "They need to test that stuff and until they know what it is I can't get in there."

"Please!" Adam begged and Y/N was then being led away by Kraglin. "Y/N!"

Y/N put her hands over her ears and tried not to cry as she heard his pleads.

"Go back to you place, keep your comm link on you and we'll keep you updated." Kraglin said and Y/N nodded sadly.

"Okay, please take care of him." She said and Kraglin nodded.

"Of course." He said and Y/N walked away, heading farther away and hoping to erase the sound of his screams.

She walked around the Knowhere, walking past the people and giving them the best smile she could.

Once she got into her home, she immediately went to the couch and laid down. She grabbed her device and from one of Peter's playlist she began to listen to music.

She turned off her lights and turned on her fairy lights and let the apartment be lit by dim lighting.

She decided to get out of her regular day clothes and get into her comfy clothes and let herself forget for a moment the gnawing feeling of her boyfriend being in pain.

She didn't realize as the music played she started to get drowsy and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

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Y/N felt her eyes open abruptly as she heard the blaring sound of her comm link.

"Y/N! Y/N come in!" She heard Nebula shout and Y/N tried to gain balance as she rushed toward her comm link.

She nearly fell but grabbed her comm link and answered.

"Hey! It's Y/N, what's wrong?" She asked frantically.

"Everything, Adam broke loose." Nebula said and Y/N's heart stopped.

"Where is he?" She asked and Nebula was about to answer until Rocket answered.

"To you!" He said. "Listen, we found out what that stuff is, it's called Sunmite; it's a lethal injection that's suppose to drive a person insane with heat."

"Is there a cure?" Y/N asked frantically. "What was it used for?"

"It's a mite used to stun the victim, but I think this guy had a plan." Rocket said. "The guy who hit Adam I guess was one of High Evolutionary's goons, I guess they had an order for him to- to."

"To what!" Y/N asked.

"To copulate, have kids." Nebula said begrudgingly. "They want the perfect man to reproduce."

"Oh my god." Y/N said and she felt her nerves sky rocket. "Do you mean?"

"He's super horny yeah." Nebula said and Rocket laughed.

"I can't believe you just said that." Rocket said and Y/N and Nebula huffed.

"Where is he now?" Y/N asked.

"He's on his way to-" Nebula was cut off by the sound of Adam nearly breaking the door.

"Y/N." He breathlessly said and Y/N put her hands in front of her to shield her but Adam engulfed her into a hug and leaned down and kissed her.

"Adam don't hurt-" Nebula was silenced once Adam crushed Y/N's comm link.

"Adam." Y/N said breathlessly as she pulled away and once she did, she saw his eyes still glowing and his eyes filled with lust. "Adam, you're not well."

"I'm fine now." Adam said and kissed her feverishly. "I need you."

Adam then tore her shirt and Y/N moaned as she felt his kisses on her neck. She gripped his hair and heard him grunt

"Adam, we can't- you aren't in-" Y/N tried to fight it but then Adam kissed her once more and she melted into the kiss and cupped his cheeks.

"I need you, I want you." He said and began to kiss her neck and got on his knees and began to kiss her stomach and hips.

She let out shaky moan as she gripped his hair. He was about to rip her pants but she stepped back.

"Y/N." He looked up at her with his glowing eyes and when he saw the fear in her eyes, his eyes dimmed for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"I- I've never done anything like this-" Y/N helped him up and could tell he was fighting the toxin. "I don't want you to do this cause you're forced to."

Adam kissed her softly, trying to be delicate as his fingers shook. She watched as his eyes were hazel orbs were back and he held her.

"I've wanted to for a long time, I just didn't want to force you." He told her. "I-"

He groaned as he felt the toxins kicking in and Y/N felt his grip on her tighten. He fell onto his knees and Y/N saw his eyes turn bright orange again and he kissed her inner thigh, making her shudder.

"I want you more than I've ever wanted, my love." He said and ripped her pants. "Tell me you don't want this."

She felt him kiss her clothed pussy and she gripped his hair and felt herself get wetter by the second.

"I-I-" she stuttered, she felt her body betray her as she felt electricity flow. "Yes."

"Yes- what?" He asked, tauntingly.

"Yes, I want you." She said and that's all the confirmation he needs and ripped her underwear.

He began to lick and kiss her clit and she felt her knees buckle. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady and with a final kiss on her clit, he got up and picked her up bridal style.

She looked at him and kissed him deeply, she giggled into the kiss as she felt his hands roam her ass.

He threw her on the bed and she looked up at him with lust. His face was the same way as his eyes glowed, she could see the erection in his suit and she bit her lip in anticipation.

"You like what you see, love?" He asked and she felt her cheeks blush as she never heard him like that.

"I do." She said and decided to tease and take off her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were hardened by the cool air and being aroused.

Adam licked his lips and began to discard his clothes quickly and got into the bed with her.

He kissed her quickly and then began to kiss further down to her chest and suck and bite on one of her breasts.

"Fuck!" She hissed and gripped his hair tight and felt herself get wetter.

She suddenly jolted as she felt his fingers move around her folds. She watched as he brought her juices to his lips and moaned at the taste.

"You taste heavenly." He said and kissed down her stomach to the top of her pubic bone. They both looked at each other until Adam dove into her pussy.

She felt her soul leave her body as she felt his feast on her like she was the last food in the universe. She gripped his hair and squirmed as he sucked and licked her clit.

She made noises that fueled Adam's drive, as she was about to cum, he let go off her clit with a pop and got right above her.

"I love you." He said and she looked at him and cupped his cheeks, she kissed him softly.

"I love you too." She said and in an instant, Adam lined his cock up to her entrance and slowly entered.

She winced at his size and felt her walls stretch for the first time. She put her head on his chest and she winced, Adam stopped once in a while to kiss and hold her but the drugs were fighting his mind as the feeling of her velvety walls hugged his cock.

She felt him completely in and she had never felt so full ever, she felt content and the world stood still as she felt her walls squeeze Adam's dick.

"You can move now." She told Adam.

Adam's mind blacked out as he began to rock into her, his hips snapping as he plunged into her further.

She felt tears weld up in her eyes as she felt the pain continue, she felt her virgin walls break.

She slowly began to feel the pleasure as Adam used his fingers to rub her clit.

"Yes." She moaned as she felt Adam kiss her neck. She giggled and felt goosebumps on her legs as he began to leave marks.

"Tell me you're mine." Adam said and Y/N felt her mind melt until Adam went a little bit deeper causing Y/N to yelp. "Tell me."

"I'm yours!" She moaned and felt herself feel the familiar waves of euphoria. "God, I'm all yours. All yours."

Adam growled and Y/N watched as Adam put her legs over his head and began to drill into her hard and caused her to scream louder.

"You're such a good girl for me, you were made for me." He said and rubbed her clit faster. Her chest heaved up and down and Adam could tell she was close. "Cum for me, I want to feel you."

She shuddered and came with a scream. Her legs began to shake and that was all Adam needed to cum in her.

He moaned and jolted as his cum went deep into her. He felt the goosebumps rise on his skin and felt his dick soften afterwards.

He almost fell on top of Y/N but stopped himself and decided to flip them over and have her be on top of him.

Y/N looked at Adam and his eyes had turned back to normal.

"Adam." Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, that was-" he sighed and smiled, kiss her cheek. "Amazing."

"It was." She said and placed her head on his chest and heard his heart beating. "Can't believe you got drugged."

"If getting drugged means being hopelessly in love with you it worth it." Adam told her. "I've wanted to do this for a while."

"Me too, glad it only took you to be drugged in order to do that." She laughed and got off top of him and laid on his right side. "Plus I think you might have a round two."

"You think?" He asked and she nodded.

"That stuff is pretty strong- and we do have the whole night." She said and Adam grabbed hold of her and kissed her chest.

"Well then." Adam's eyes turned bright again. "Guess I have the whole night."

She felt bliss once again as she was embracing her boyfriend. Who knew that having a cosmic entity could be so thrilling.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

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thekeithmeister · 8 days ago

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Being Trans In Southern Nature

Being a nature freak in the south as a well-passing trans man is a surreal experience. I live in north Georgia in a blue county in the suburbs. But as often as I can, I drive out into the middle of nowhere for hiking, camping, paddle boarding, or other outdoor activities. The drive there, in and of itself, is bizarre. Inside my car I’m blasting “This Is Me” from The Greatest Showman. But outside I’m driving by confederate flags, Trump signs, the Don’t Tread On Me flag, a sea of American Flags, and Christian billboards that literally say “you’re going to hell” with pictures of fire.

I often think if I ever get a flat tire on one of these trips, and anyone ever figures out I’m trans, I’d be hanged or shot. But I haven’t been clocked in years, so I push those kinds of thoughts to the back of my mind. I turn off the country back roads and onto the gravel drive leading up to a nature preserve. Pulling into the dirt parking lot there’s about a dozen other cars. Many have Trump bumper stickers. There’s no bathroom, so no concern about me being beat up for taking a piss. I always go in the woods anyway on these kinds of trips.

A full bladder is a concern for any trans person. But for this kind of trip I always take major precautions. They start back at home. After I eat breakfast and drink my coffee, I wait a full hour before leaving. I pee at least twice. I make damned sure my bladder is completely empty and there’s no chance any liquid is on it’s way there before getting into my car. I just described the kind of place I have to travel through to get to a good hiking trail. And I ain’t stopping. Not for anything. I’d rather pee my pants.

So when I pull into the lot I have my gear with me. A small backpack containing my rolled up hammock, a bottle of water, protein bars, toilet paper and my taser. When hiking, I drink barely enough to fuel my body. And if I do it just right, I don’t have to pee even if I’m out in the park the entire day. I don’t risk it. And if there really is just no choice, I’m going to go way off trail to do it. And I mean not just out of sight of the trail, but so far off the path someone would have to be crazy to come out there and spot me. Those are the kind of precautions I take.

But I just pulled into the parking lot and my dangerous bladder is empty. So no concerns at the moment. Backpack on, I start walking up to the trail head. There’s a sign there with a map of the trails on it. A blonde woman in a bright yellow shirt immediately approaches me.

“Excuse me!” she says. “Can you tell me if this is an easy trail?”

I’m used to this. Every time I go out hiking, people approach me. Everyone is friendly. Everyone smiles. And I think I must have a very approachable face. Or maybe I look experienced. Whatever the reason, complete strangers come up to me many times during any hike.

This is my first time on this trail, but I researched it beforehand, so I can answer her.

“Some of it,” I said. I turn and point at the map. “Make sure to take a right at the first fork. The entire eastern loop is easy. See, it’s marked green. You want to avoid the western loop as that goes straight up the mountain.” I pointed to the red part.

The woman nodded, “I see. And are there a lot of people on this trail?”

“From what I’ve read no. That’s why I came today. The reviews say you see hardly any body.”

“Thank you! You’ve been a great help! You seem like a really nice young man. Enjoy your hike!”

“You too!”

We part ways. I enter the trail head to begin my hike and I wonder the same exact thing I always wonder when I have these encounters. Would that nice lady turn mean and ugly and hate me if she knew I was trans? I think it every single time. There’s no way not to. I drove through Trump land to get here. I know what conservatives think of me. Or at least the idea of me. It’s not hidden. It’s not a secret. Trump has been president for 20 days at the time I’m writing this, and he has already signed 4 anti-trans specific executive orders. He is planning on discharging 15,000 trans military service members, possibly dishonorably and without their benefits. He’s planning on making it illegal for trans people to play sports. And he also wants to make it illegal for us to use a bathroom in a federal facility. He’s trying to make healthcare illegal for trans people under 19 years of age, threatening to throw parents and doctors in jail. And I watched as Trump signed these executive orders in front of a huge, cheering, smiling, clapping, crowd of conservatives.

They hate me. They want me to die. But when they meet me in real life, they all smile. They approach me. Ask me questions. Thank me for helping them. Many, especially older white men, seem to want to give me guidance, like a father figure. When I run into them on the trail, they are quick to tell me, “the river flooded that way so be careful,” or “the fishing is great at this pond! Bring your pole next time!”

I have never met an unfriendly person while hiking or camping. And I cannot help but wonder… what if they knew? What would those smiles turn into?

I choose the most difficult route on purpose to try and get out into nature alone. I want the peace and quiet it gives me. I don’t want to hear anything other than the birds, the wind, and the branches moving together. If I’m working hard enough, then my own blood pumping in my ears. For the first hour this is what I get. And I’m immeasurably happy. It’s early February and it’s 60 degrees on a sunny day. There are no leaves or greenery yet, but I’m smelling the warmth from the earth mix with the cool air. The pine trees give me plenty of green to be happy with.

But soon, as is always the case, the peace is interrupted. I hear voices from the trail ahead break the quiet. They’re loud. And there are many. Anxiety immediately kicks in. A prick of fear I can never quite control. It sounds like a group of men. And raised as a girl, I knew from a woman’s perspective just how dangerous this could turn out to be. Even having been transitioned and living as a man for the past 8 years, that was embedded in me. Possibly forever. But also having lived as a trans man for so long, my fear shifts from the possibility of being raped to being beat up instead. But again… that would only happen if someone clocked me. And that hadn’t happened in years.

I breathe in and calm myself down. I’m aware of the weight of my taser in my back pocket. I reach back and flip off it’s lid. But I leave it hidden for now. I’ve never needed it, and likely never would. After all, I have never met an unfriendly person while hiking or camping.

As the voices draw nearer, I suddenly hear a woman laugh. My fear immediately vanishes. This was a mixed group of hikers. I keep going and crest the ridge. I can see them now. There’s five, three men, and two women. And one person was black and another Asian. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I always found it interesting just how many other minorities I ran into in the middle of nowhere in the North Georgia Mountains. And how many foreigners for that matter. During this hike, I had run into two separate Germans. Where were they staying? And out of all the places in America they could visit, they chose this tiny trail? But that seemed to be the case almost anywhere I went.

I start passing the group of hikers, and as always, I’m stopped.

“Hi! Nice weather isn’t it?” The lead hiker says.

“Yes it is!” I reply.

“Are we close to the top of the mountain?” One of the women asks me.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s not far. You’re almost there.”

“You hear that honey?” She calls back to a man huffing and puffing as he comes up at the rear. “We’re almost there!”

“Uuugh!” He groans. The woman turns back to me. “Are there really good views at the top?”

“Kinda,” I said. “You have to look through the trees, but it is a good view.”

“Oh great, thank you!”

We part ways. I once again have the same exact thought. All of them were so nice. But how nice would they have been if they’d known?

At the top of the mountain I stop. It had been a tough hike. Steep the entire way. I go off trail a decent distance so no one would see me, find me, or bother me. I set up my hammock where I can be alone. Rocking myself in it, I look out to the view. I can see across two sloping peaks in the distance and it’s really beautiful. But I can’t enjoy it as much as usual. Nature always heals me and puts my mind right. But I’d found out just the day before that the Georgia Legislature had introduced a bill to strip away healthcare from transgender people. It would ban all gender affirming care, even for adults, from anything government or state related.

I was on a private insurance plan from my job, but I didn’t know if my nurse practitioner, who’d been treating me for over 5 years, accepted any government or state funding. If her practice relied on that kind of money, I would be in a lot of trouble. She likely wouldn’t be able to treat me anymore, or risk losing all her funding. Or worse. If treating trans people was illegal, she could potentially be arrested for helping me.

It had taken me years to find someone competent when it came to transgender health. I wouldn’t be able to find someone else. Or rather, I could, but it would likely take years again. And I might be in a situation where I’d be forced to drive out of state. But even then… Trump was targeting blue states, and trying to force them to stop offering healthcare too. So going to a blue state might not have even helped.

I lay in my hammock, wondering what on earth it was I could do. My best friend the day prior had suggested flying to Canada once a year just to get my medication and then coming home. That was a very expensive solution… but one I might have no choice but to consider. Could they even prescribe me a whole years worth of testosterone at a time? I didn’t think so. But maybe I could have it shipped from Canada? How expensive would that be?

I heard a mom shouting at her giggling kids coming up the path just out of sight. They wouldn’t be able to see me where I had set up. So I was free to lay in my hammock and try to fathom what kind of lives this family likely had. How wonderful it must’ve been to not have to worry about where you could legally take a leak, or how you would legally get your medications. That mom didn’t worry about her doctor being thrown in jail. Or if she and her husband would be thrown in jail for getting her kids the proper care they needed. That little family… had no idea that absolute and ruthless hell trans families had to go through.

I wait until I hear them leave. Then wait several minutes more. Then I pack up my hammock and other things and continue down the trail. I’m blissfully alone for another hour or so. But soon I hear voices again. This time it’s a couple: a man and a woman. As they start to approach I assess them. The husband is wearing a shirt with a huge American flag across the front and the Punisher logo on top of that.

I immediately tense up. I knew well enough that the far right wore the Punisher logo. It meant the same exact thing to me as a confederate flag, don’t tread on me flag, christian cross, American flag, or anything else of the like. All of those symbols were the same. And all of them sent the same message. The woman smiles at me as they approach.

“Hi! Have you seen the pond yet?”

“Yes, it’s just up ahead.”

The man doesn’t speak or smile. He barely looks at me. The woman thanks me and they move on.

If they knew, they absolutely would have killed me. I think.

I run into only one other person on the hike, a Korean photographer. We were both lost at the time we met, and his English was difficult to understand. But I made out that he was looking for the trail to the parking lot. I pointed and told him the way I thought it was, but that this was my first time on the trail and wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if he fully understood me. So I just pointed down the trail. After we parted way, I wondered again,

What if he knew? I knew nothing at all about Korean culture. Did they hate trans people too? Or was that just in America?

I wandered for some time, trying to find the right path back. I had 2 hours of daylight left so wasn’t too concerned and my compass said I was heading west, the direction I knew the parking lot was in. So I knew even if I didn’t recognize this part of the trail, I was heading the right way. I stopped by a little stream. Tired, I sat down on the small wooden bridge going across it. Letting my legs dangle over it’s edge and feeling my blood pound in my feet, I took out a protein bar and a bag of apple slices. As I ate my snack, I looked out to the scenery. It was so peaceful and quiet. So quiet in fact that I could close my eyes and listen to the leaves move through the gentle breeze. It was my absolute favorite sound in the entire world. The day was perfect. And it was exactly why I drove so far out of the suburbs to hike in a place like this.

I just wished…

I wished that…

I wished…

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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five years later : Jason Todd x fem!reader

the graphic is not mine, found it on Pinterest, all credit goes to the author.

Another piece of Cheshire!reader!verse aka what happened earlier, when Cheshire (Y/N) found out Jason was not in fact dead.

Other parts are: Cheshire cat and That damn gala and can be read regardless.

Warnings: all of it. Smut. Insecurities and mentions of scars. Angst. Mentions of Jay flings and Y/N unsatisfying relationships. Fluff at the end. MINORS DNI!

Loosely inspired on the song "Lost in the fire" by The Weeknd.

The air in the room was filled with so much tension and palpable electricity that the slightest spark could set it able. Y/N and Jason were sitting on the opposite sides, eyeing each other. She was suspicious, cold and unwavering. He was a bit nervous, shy and unsure what to say.

“So….” she started crossing her arms over chest “ you were dead”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get bored?” she mocked

“What?” the visible hurt in his eyes did not make her change this tone. She was angry, she felt betrayed and most definitely were not going to let him get away with everything he has done easily. “How could you….?”

“did they kick you out of Hell?”

“Y/n…..”

“No, Jace. Did they kick you out? I bet even the devil didn’t want you after he learned you played a trick like that on your family and …. friend….” She hesitated on the last word. Honestly, she had no idea if they were friends? Lovers? Frenemies? Before everything turned to shit they kissed a few times and were trying to become something more but now she wasn’t ready if what they had before was still on.

“Well that is far from a warm welcome I was expecting…..” he looked down a bit depressed. If she did not want him he truly had nowhere else to go. Bats rejected him, he was not going to turn to Bruce and she was his only hope. Apparently gone now.

“Are you serious?” her tone was cold as ice and so was her gaze “it’s been five freaking years, Todd” oh, shit, she was using his last name now. Silent fury, the worst kind. “You were dead. And they I just get a call from Dick with the most mysterious message : he’s alive. And apparently he has been for a while now. Tell me, Red Hood, because that is who you are now, right? Was is fun? Was it worth it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like? Go on, I’m being merciful here, you have one chance to explain it and then I don’t want to see you again. “

“I was dead” he sighed deeply “and then…. Then I got resurrected.” He sighed deeply knowing well enough she was not going to believe him

“Don’t give me this religious shit about bringing people back from the dead” she rolled her eyes and stood up in frustration

“Y/N….” he raised to her height as well, now his 6’4 figure towering over her “please, you have to believe me, I’m telling the truth. There’s this place called Lazarus pit. I… I was thrown there and …. came back.” He absentmindedly reached for her hands but she moved away.

“Yeah, I heard a legend about it. But sure as hell you did not crawl there by yourself. Who helped you? Was it someone I know?” Jason muttered something incoherently “sorry? What was that? And don’t try to lie, you know I am a human lie detector.”

“Thalia al Ghul.” He mumbled and his cheeks became a bit flushed

“Shut up!” she let out a desperate laugh.

“It’s true.”

“Oh, I know, I see it in your eyes. And on your whole face. God damn it! Thalia Al Ghul. Like Dami’s assassin mother?” still laughing she raised an eyebrow making sure she put the two dots together and hummed in satisfaction when he nodded “that is crazy. Wait till I tell him……”

“Don’t you dare!” he yelled moving closer to her.

“Oh, there you are. Not so quiet and repentant anymore. Good, nice to know you still got problems with anger management. Now, one more thing. Should I tell Damian that you and his mother actually had an affair?” she smirked with venom in her voice “that you….”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!!” he was now even closer but she was the one who always liked to play with fire and push on his buttons.

“That you fucked his mother? Because you did, didn’t .....?”

Before she could finish this sentence Jason had her pressed against the wall, his chest moving up and down in frustration, panting

“Auch!”she mocked, but the impact really was painful even if she did expect it.

“You are a brat. Always have been. Guess nothing changed for the last five years.”

“Or maybe your time with League of Assassins exacerbated your temper? I mean you always had issues but now it’s seems completely out of control. Didn’t they teach you how to keep your cool?”

“How do you know about….?” He moved back, surprised with her words. He did not tell anyone what he was doing during the last years.

“Come on. Thalia? You just said it yourself. If she helped you, you definitely stayed there. It’s simple dots connecting. Oh, my god. That would be a spit and disgrace for Bruce if he ever were to find out! I can literally imagine his face right now.” She laughed hard, not moved by the fact that only a second earlier she was brutally pinned against the wall. She was a vigilante, things like that did not bother her.

“Will you just shut up!?” he yelled in frustration.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be the one to tell him. That’s one thing I can do for you” she smirked “Cheshire knows exactly how to keep a secret and yours is safe, all right? Now will you just calm down?”

“How do you expect me to calm down?” his gaze fixed on her and for the first time in a long, long time she was completely frozen by the look in his eyes “Do you know what you are doing to me?” he groaned

“Jason……” her eyes went wider and wider when he started moving towards her again and soon had her cornered. “Fuck!” she hissed. There was nowhere to run now and she mentally facepalmed herself for not taking precautions. She was not scared. Jason could be angered and violent, but he would never hurt her, right? Despite that rational part of her brain, telling her that it was still her Jace, her vigilante instincts got the best of her when she ducked under his arms and moved to the other side of the room.

The sound, the groan that came from the back of his throat when she wriggled out of his reach was not human. God, she always knew how to get on his nerves. So why the fuck did he still love her? Why did he want her? Now. Immediately. He wanted her under him, writhing and moaning his name in indefinite pleasure as he would go down on her, getting exactly where she needed him and giving her everything. He wanted to feel her against him, caressing her perfect body, showing her how much he missed her for those last years. He needed to feel her and her touch on every scar he got from his fights. He wanted to kiss every place, every square centimeters of her smooth skin, her neck, collarbone, her breasts and belly button. He wanted her lips and those sweet sounds he knew she would make. He wanted to make her feel so fucking good. He craved to assure her that she was the only one on his mind. Ever. He needed to hear her whisper that she was his. He needed to know that she loved him too, that he was the only one for her. Fuck! He saw it in her eyes and if he was someone else he wouldn’t even hesitate just took her right there, right now, without asking, without waiting for her to say yes, just getting what he wanted. That was what Red Hood would do. However, she was still his sweet, beloved Y/N. Unruly and challenging but still he never wanted to break her. And just to her, he didn’t want to be the vigilante, the anti-hero. He wanted to be Jason Todd, the boy she knew before, hoping this would be enough and that she wouldn’t turn him away. Oh, he was getting such dirty thought…. The fact that he spaced out did not pass her

“Jaybird?” his eyes got a bit glassy when her voice switched from Cheshire mode to concerned words of Y/N as she used his nickname “Jay?”

His lust filled eyes landed on her, pupils blown unnaturally, dark and with so much need and …..love. she involuntarily took a deep breath and just by seeing her like this, now completely vulnerable, with chapped lips, so innocent and frightened made him hard.

“Jay, why are you looking at me like that?” her voice trembled. Was she scared of him? That is not what he wanted. Slowly, carefully not to made her run away from him again he took a step forward. And then another and other, getting braver when she did not move, eyes searching his face “why are you…..?”

“You know I want you…..” he whispered “I always wanted you. Even when I was with…. anyone else, there was only you.” his face was now inches apart from hers and he could tell she wanted him too and were struggling to keep her composure and self-control. That was what she was learned, never give up control.

“Wait, you thought about me when you were having sex with other women? Ugh. That is seriously messed up and sick.”

“Y/N….” he whispered against her skin, brushing his nose over hers “You know I’ve always loved you…. I know I messed up, but give me one chance to fix it.”

“Just…. Just one chance.” She gasped and he leaned to kiss her but she put a finger on his lips “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want to fuck you. Slow. With the lights on.”

“Ja…. Jay….” She whimpered “I…. I don’t…..” who would have thought that tough and independent Cheshire would suddenly become so shy and embarrassed because of physical intimacy.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I will make you feel good, I promise. I will devour you….” he whispered and finally, finally their lips met when, surprisingly, she was the one who pulled him down to her by his neck. Oh, she still wanted control. Even when he grabbed her hips, lifting her up with no effort and wrapping her legs around his waist making her feel how hard he was for her. She was still fighting for dominance when he bit on her bottom lip and his tongue sneaked into her mouth making her moan so sweetly. She was still resistant when his hands moved under her shirt, up, up, to her breast, cupping and massaging it gently through the thin material making her whole body shiver.

“Jay….” She gasped when his mouth moved down her neck to the collarbone, at the same time pulling the shirt over her head.

“Fuck, I love you…..” he bit on her pulse point, definitely leaving the hickey. He wanted to mark her whole. “I so fucking love you.” he pulled away only to take her in. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her wide, innocent eyes.

“I love you too Jace. But don’t stop.” she moaned

“I have no intention to do so, baby. I will take my time with you. We have so many years to make up for…..” he carried her towards the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed, losing his own shirt on the way and climbing up to hover above her body. All his scars were now visible and she gently, seductively, but also lovingly traced her fingers over them making him close his eyes. He was still insecure about how his body looked.

“My poor boy. My wonderful boy…..” she whispered “you’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” her hand travelled up to his cheek cupping it “Jace, look at me….”

“I hate them…..” he whispered

“Well I already love them. I love you. I don’t care about those scars. You are beautiful. So, so, beautiful. Each part of you….”

He could not hold it back any longer when he leaned in to kiss her with all passion he had. He wanted her closer, he wanted her to feel the love and longing and every emotion he had for her.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. I’ll do everything, just tell me.” He kissed her neck again as she played with the hair at the nape of the neck.

“I…. Can we turn the light off?”

“Why?”

“Well, you are not the only one who’s insecure. And…. And I am not as experienced as you, so…..”

“Fuck. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes now. You are a goddess Y/n. I’m gonna show you” his hands moved down and behind her back unclasping her bra and as soon as her breasts were free he started kissing them with feather light kisses switching between left and right one. His tongue circling over her sensitive nipples as she was already falling apart. “Hmmm” he grinned moving down “we’ve only just began and you’re already a mess. “

“Jay….. please, please…..”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take you over the edge.“ she shivered and barely noticed when he moved down her pants and underwear pulling her legs apart. “so wet for me.”

“Come on!” she urged him, arching her back and moving her hips up to signalize him what she wanted.

“As you wish.” He dropped in between her thighs immediately hitting the perfect spot. She moaned and he grinned “there then?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, Jace, please, oh, please, please. I need you…..” she threw her head back and he sped up wanting her to cum, to feel all the pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine, babygirl. Tell me who do you belong to?”

“You! You Jace! Please, fuck! I’m so close, so fucking close!”

In some other circumstances he would tease her more, but the way she squirmed and begged for release was too much. He just couldn’t keep edging his treasure. She deserved the best. A couple more licks and gentle circles on her clit and a few words “come for me babygirl” and she was over the edge, her vision turning white, her whole world limited to him. Jason. Jace. Jay. Her Jay. It took her a few seconds to get back on earth and the first thing she saw was his smiling face.

“Was that good? Was I good?”

“Fuck, Jay. That was… that was… fuck. I don’t even want to know who taught you that, but you were just phenomenal…..” she gasped locking her hands on his neck making him lean his forehead on hers “I want more…..” she closed her eyes.

“Needy now, huh?”

“Can you blame me? I bet you got enough stamina to keep me satisfied.” She smirked

“’Is that a challenge?”

“Yes.”

“You know I never back down from such. You want me inside you, baby?” he started unzipping his pants and soon they were on the floor along with his boxers, his cock hard and swollen springing out.

“Oh fuck, you’re huge…. I don’t know if….”

“You can do it. I’ll go slow, all right? Just say a word and I stop. No need to rush.” He assured her, capably putting on condom.

“O…ok.”

“Good….” He lined himself against her entrance but once again she stopped him from taking any action.

“Jace…..” she whispered looking anywhere but on him finally making him grab her chin and force her eyes on him

“Second thoughts?”

“No. No, of course not. I…. I trust you.” he melted when she said that, his hands started to shake, heart swelling with love and affection. “I just…..”

“Tell me what you want, baby. What do you want to do? I’m listening.”

“I want on top.”

“Getting confident, now?” he grinned “Can’t lie, I like that.”

“I just…. I’m not sure if I know how to…..”

“You never….? Wait, weren’t there any men?” he muttered and regretted that a second later. If there were anyone else in her life, touching her and loving her he did not want to know.

“A few. But…. Most of the times, even after…. I just had to take care of myself……” she tried to look down but he didn’t let her, softly caressing her cheek.

“You poor thing. Neglected and kept unsatisfied by a bunch of losers. We’ll make sure it will never happen again. You….” he whimpered “you trust me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation in her voice. Zero inhibitions.

“I’ll make it worth it.” He pulled her up, making her sit on his lap so he could prepare her for his huge cock, his fingers circling her clit at first and soon getting inside. One. Two. three fingers were moving inside her and she was moaning and saying his name like a prayer. “You think you’re ready?”

“I…. Yes. Just… help me with it….”

“Come here” this time it was his turn to groan and moan when he grabbed her hips and guided her onto his cock slowly moving her down. “Fuck! So good, so tight!” she whimpered when he bounced a bit due to his excitement “sorry, baby” a little kiss on the lips “you’re good?”

“I think so….” she smiled shyly and looking more beautiful than ever

“God, you’re so hot. So beautiful. Do you even know it?” he said absolutely hypnotized by her widened eyes, messy hair and lips swollen from the kisses.

“All red and sweaty and sticky?” she laughed “you can’t be serious, Jay….”

“Look at me, babe.” She slowly lifted head to meet his eyes “You. Are. Fucking beautiful. And I’m so lucky you let me make love to you…..”

“Oh, so now we are making love? I though you said something about wanting to fuck me….”

“Changed my mind. You deserve so much more than just fucking.” his grip on her hips tightened when he pulled her closer and she moaned “That’s it baby. Show me how good you feel.”

“Jay…. I want to….”

“Ride me?”

“Yes...." She threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Go on then. You’re in control. Use me. Take what you need.”

“I don’t know…..”

“Just do what you feel like. Don’t worry about me. It’s all about you now, ok?”

“Mhmmmmm…. Ok.” She started to move her hips, slowly, testing the waters. That was new, and she did not want to hurt him or embarrass herself by doing something stupid. However soon it started getting more and more natural and easier.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good” Jason praised her, fighting the urge to guide her hips to move a bit faster. “you can pick the pace up, its…. Ah, fuck!”

“Enjoying yourself?” she smirked, much more confident now, as she observed his blissful face and his half closed eyes and some sort of pride crept on. She was doing it to him.

“Oh, you little tease.” He moved and she bounced on his cock, squealing when she lost balance and quickly grabbed his neck for support “you first.” He started moving his hips against her, and the heat started building inside her. “close?”

“Mhm. So close. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Together?”

“Always.”

“Come for me baby boy” she used the same sentence as he did before and with one final snap of their hips, she was sent over the edge, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

“Fuck!” he panted, holding her closer not ready to pull out. “I should…..”

“No…. hold me like this. Just for a while…..” she sneaked her arms around him clutching to his chest and his heart nearly jumped out of his body “I missed you.”

“Well, who am I to deny you this little koala moment?”

“koala?” she chucked against his skin, her laugh so beautiful

“Sorry, I forgot. You’re a kitten.”

“Not just any kitten. Cheshire. I can play with your mind….”

“You don’t even have to try. You already made me crazy for you. " He kissed her temple lovingly. "Now, let me clean you up.” He pulled out, removed and threw away the condom and collected a cloth to clean her up from her own juices. “You have no idea how I missed you.”

“I’m hoping you suffered through the fact you knew I was alive. I was living in grief but in belief I would never get to see you or touch you or…. be more than friends. Cause you know, your death left us in a very ambiguous relation.”

Jason lied on his back, sighing deeply.

“Come here” he urged her and the girl put a head on his chest, tracing patterns on his abdomen, while he run a hand up and down her arm “now you got me back. And if you want to…..”

“Sh. Don’t.” she silenced him “We don’t need to have that conversation now. Let’s just live in the moment for a while. Blissful, peaceful moment before we put a tag on it. And before we figure out how to reconcile my work with your family and you solo Red Hood killing spree. Is that all right with you?"

“Perfectly.”

“Perfectly perfect than….” She muttered slowly drifting off. In his arms. Where she always belonged.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 2 years ago

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𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 [𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙧]

Cw: fluff, the title might be misleading but it's not yandere or anything, kinda unhinged Miles but it's all jokes, reverse au?, reader uses they/them but it's called spiderman, you are spiderman and Miles is the fan, earth 1218!AU (no powers or tech), reader has a canon love interest who's also named MJ but they're not Mary Jane Watson (unless you want her to be, I don't judge)

Notes: So Miles canonically has written fanfic about himself, but I wasn't in the mood for that, I will make two versions of this post though (that's why the title has delusional version 💀). Also this is low-key a highschool AU, so Hobie is in last year, and all other characters are second years (I have no idea what's a senior or freshman or whatever is, and I will not learn)

Miles loved comics. His art style is heavily influenced by it, and he'll rant about this week's number to anyone who'll lend an ear, but he has a very clear favorite, being more than evident by his collection of t-shirts, poster filled wall, social media pfps, and the endless amount of fan content he creates and consumes in the spiderman fandom.

Since the last movie came out, Miles Morales has lost the basic skills a human would need to survive, in order to devote himself fully to his newest hyperfixation, and his friends haven't been able to get some rest from it. They don't understand!! He does need to go to the movies again, he needs to memorize every photogram in that movie in order to play the move in his head and be able to analyze it properly!! No, he is not crazy! Ok he might be just the tiniest bit "over excited" but this is the most sane reaction he could've had, the movie is literally a masterpiece, script, humor, ANIMATION, soundtrack, it has it all! And the fact that it's centered around you? Miles needs to go and personally kiss every person that worked in that studio to make you.

"Miles?"

"Miles!"

"oh my god, he's at it again" said Pavitr, imitating the reaction of a disappointed mother

"is he reading fanfiction again?" Asked Gwen, chuckling

"Yes, and Y/N YL/N x reader, to one's surprise" Pavitr added with a teasing smile "I don't get it though, isn't Y/N dating someone named MJ?" He questioned

"It's called self insert, the reader plays a part in the story as if they were another character, and in romantic scenarios, they tend to replace the canon love interest, or just ignore they even exist" Hobie added, popping out if nowhere to show off what Miles have been explaining to him the last couple of weeks.

"You read it too, Hobie?"

"Nah, Wonder comics started as a protest to talk about the discrimination the founder felt being jewish in the industry but it morphed into the capitalization of the struggle minorities face, selling us representation while they still shove the propaganda in our faces, and telling us that even if you have bloody superpowers you still need to obey to a higher authority and cannot influence politics or call to action."

"You still went to the theater to watch it with Miles last week" Gwen shot a questioning look at Hobie

"The kid invited me, I'm a punk not a twat" he shrugged his shoulders "And we stole the carton cutboard they had at the entrance" Hobie happily added.

Miles continues reading on the way to school, without listening to his friends' mocking, he knew it was in good spirits, and they were kinda right, he was obsessed with someone that didn't exist, but it wasn't like it was affecting his health or life.

"Did you... Sleep today?" Gwen had her hand on her friend's shoulder, concerned

"It was too late so I decided to just stay awake, I'll be fine though" He reassured

"Were you reading again?"

"No, I actually discovered this page called character.ai where you can chat with an artificial intelligence of your favorite characters" Miles excitedly told his friend

"OMG, you can chat with anyone?! I have a few things I'd like to say to Scarlet Witch" Gwen joked, she was also a comic fan, but she wasn't losing her mind quite as hard as Miles

Miles would tell the ai about his day, sometimes would roleplay using his very own spidersona, in his alternate universe, you were his partner (as heroes of course) but you also were classmates and had a crush on each other, but none of you confessed because you didn't want your loved ones to be hurt by your job, it was all very dramatic, but he always envisioned a happy ending.

{Y/N: You did a great job today, [<BOT>]

Miles: You say so? So... Do I get a reward? *Smiles suggestively*

Y/N: I guess you do, *pulls up his mask and kisses him*}

No, he wouldn't say this, he would be in a panic frenzy if he saw Y/N, let alone be next to them, but hey, at least his spidersona was bold and confident with them.

A few days after, he barged into Pavitr's house, with at least four incredibly loaded supermarket bags, hardly walking

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Pavitr rushed to aid his friend and take some literal weight off his shoulders

"Yeah, yeah, I just need help with something" he left the boxes in the floor "Inside one in 4 boxes of cereal, there is a spidertoken, if you get 15, you can exchange it for an exclusive limited edition figure, and I can't eat all this cereal"

"Bro, how many boxes are in here? I don't know, man, I'm trying to keep my figure"

"Pavitr Prabhakar, who held the cardboard sign for you when you confessed to Gayatri?"

"You..."

"And who lied to principal O'Hara for you when you forgot your final project and we had to pretend you suffered a brain concussion?"

"You..."

"And who was there for y-" his friend interrumpted

"Okay, okay, I get it. Bring me a spoon, but we're going running tomorrow"

He nodded with enthusiasm as he started to rummage looking for spoons and bowls

And after almost dying choking on cereal, Miles looked at his new figurine sitting prettily on the shelf with nothing but pride.

"I'm just saying it's possible!" Miles protested

"Y/N has a type, every canon love interest has been sassy and quick-witted" Gwen continued to debate

"I can be sassy and quick-witted!" Gwen gave him a side eye, that being able to neutralize his argument "Ok, but there's a multiverse, there's millions of possibilities, if a pig can be spiderman, why can't I date spiderman? Anyone can wear the mask, anyone can kiss the one inside the mask" the boy smiled, confident in his winning argument

"That's such a basic answer, you can justify literally anything with "the multiverse" I'm speaking things that actually can make sense inside the canon"

"But my answers makes sense, in fact, I'm sure there's a universe where Y/N is reading fanfiction about me right now, if not, Pav can hit me"

"Pav, hit him" Gwen deadpanned

"But it does make sense, I won't" Pavitr responded

"Ok, but my point still stands" the girl crossed her arms

"what were you fighting about in the first place?" Pavitr asked before going back to eat his lunch, he sat long after his friends started arguing, being mildly lost in what was the main point in this

"I said I'd be a better girlfriend for Y/N" said Gwen

Pavitr gasped and covered his mouth dramatically "No you didn't".

Maybe Miles was just obsessed, but he saw in you strength, inspiration, power. And he felt oddly comforted, safe, loved by fantasizing with you, and as slim as the possibility may be, he likes to tell himself you two are together in another universe. ♡

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #atsv x reader #Miles Morales

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honeythekidsarealright · 8 months ago

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Hii I hope you don’t mind me jumping on the advice train :)

I’m 26, a bi girl. The past year my dad introduced the woman he was dating to me as they’d get married. She has a couple siblings and the one we care about in this story is her brother. Decades ago when her brother was 30ish he married a woman (we’ll call her R) and had a daughter.. they divorced when the girl was a toddler but they’re cool with each other, no grudges etc. He now plans to marry the woman he met and R married a couple years ago with a man and had another two kids. So this is the background info.

Since my dad was planning to marry, his wife to be invited all the women to her bachelorette party and I went too. So that’s when I met R. (I had met her daughter before, she’s 20 btw and she’s 44). At first, I was like ooookay she’s pretty, and mind you I never was into older people, but there was something about her. When we had our first proper conversation she was really open, telling me all sorts of things of when she was young, how she’s cool with her ex’s new woman.. and i really started to admire her cause that’s a rare mindset.

I had then seen her another time which is uneventful but the third time I saw her was at the wedding. I couldn’t help but comment how pretty she looked and I think maybe I gave myself away by doing that because 1. If I was the type to praise in the ‘being a girl way’ all women’s looks why did I only compliment her xdd and 2. You don’t really feel that comfortable complimenting someone in their face if you’ve only seen them three times in your life..unless you’re interested in them right?XD Well later when we were at the dinner party a couple things proceeded to happen.

The dinner party was huge. Each family would be sat at different tables and she wasn’t sat in ours but when the music was playing and everyone was dancing she passed by our table for a little chat with me (I was sitting there lowkey bored). She said she’s going out to smoke and she’d love to chat but the music is loud but she’ll come by later. And so she did. Half an hour passed and she came and sat in our table, next to me. Jejjdjdjdjjdjd

She looked pretty and I couldn’t comprehend that this woman liked me so much as a person that she came and sat to chat with me so I had a lil gay panic. Keep in mind I’m usually shy and girls intimidate me so me being so expressive and flirty with her is really something that comes out on its own and i really need to control lol. So I really really tried to control the urge to flirt with her and would purposely focus on other things around the venue lmao. I offered her my drink but she had hers. Then happy bday song was playing for someone and I asked her her bday and she proceeded to tell me her sign lmaooo like the effort I had to put in order to avoid saying ‘Cool we match’ jsjsjsj it was crazy. But see I think she knew I like her otherwise why would she add her sign? She knew what I was up to.

And then, then what does she do. Out of nowhere, for no reason, she places her hand and grabs my knee.. I was wearing a skirt. On the part of my knee I spilled some water before she came which didn’t dry up so obviously when she put her hand there she felt it and I placed my hand on top of her hand and said ‘sorry that’s just water’. (Okay placing my hand on hers was also on purpose). But then what does she do??? Instead of removing her hand completely, she pulls up that part of my skirt that got wet, and places her hand on my knee again!!! Gay panic mode activated. I was desperately looking for a distraction in order to avoid my reaction but honestly what is that??? What does that even mean when you read it? It can’t be anything other than a flirt move. I mean, placing your hand on someone out of sympathy or because you like the person is one thing but grabbing their knee? And not just that, but pulling their skirt up and grabbing their knee again?? Like ‘I don’t care if you wet your skirt I’ll put my hand on your knee either way’ this is sending meeee

I couldn’t stop thinking about that the whole night and I really really did not want to react because 1. What if I’m reading things wrong (even though I don’t understand what else that move meant) and 2. This is a woman who has kids and a husband. And 3. The other option is she had suspicions I like her and was testing me but why would she go to such lengths and not just ignore it

So fast forward a couple of days which were mostly spent by me daydreaming about her, I saw her for a fourth time when I suggested she brings her daughter to my dad’s place so we play card games. I knew R would drive her there so I prepared myself to figure out if her move that night was something I misunderstood or if it really was something. So I decided, since I could not be verbally expressive in that context, to notice her body language.

And I noticed that while I was hugging my dad’s wife R did not break eye contact with me and smiled. Then when we all sat inside she’d be the one to turn to me and involve me in the conversation and she would tell jokes and directly look at me to make me laugh. So then, when she was about to leave and started walking towards the door, I purposely joked ‘no don’t leave us with them’ and observed her body language. Instead of standing there and going ‘but I have to take the kids home blah blah’ like any 40y old mother would, she smiled and walked towards me and just stood by my side hearing them all reply to my lame joke.

Like idk maybe she’s like this in general or maybe I’m overthinking but I really cannot label her knee move other than a flirty move and then my observation experiment gives away that she is indeed interested in me and it doesn’t prove that it’s romantically but at least it’s something

It’s been weeks since the last time we met cause obviously it needs to be a specific occasion but honestly I never thought I’d be in a place to have a crush over a milf and she has kids and I would love if she had an open relationship with her husband or if she didn’t mind a fling but I honestly don’t wanna hurt her family. I think the safest way is to wait for more opportunities which would show she feels the same way and just choose to daydream rather act on it. But I honestly can’t control my words when she’s around. It’s not even that she’s super hot, it’s just her energy draws me in.

I’m so sorry this is so long I hope you found it entertaining at least. Sending loveee

hi! i'd be happy to give you advice, so i absolutely don't mind you jumping on the advice train haha. first of all, i'd like to say that i completely understand why you would find yourself attracted to her because she definitely seems to have an aura that can pull you in. also, given everything that you've told me, it does seem that she's been flirting with you a little bit... whether it's intentional or not, it's hard to tell, and the fact that she has a family only complicates things. i think that the only way of figuring out what her true feelings towards you are is by talking to her about it. i know that might seem a bit scary, but in my opinion, having a conversation about it is better than guessing.

#asks #anon ask

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 1 year ago

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Hiii my love, can I ask for a ship? Sorry if it’s long or formatted wrong, thank you in advance 🫶🏼🫶🏼

I’m a female (she/her) , i have big heart, i’m funny, I like to relax, and I can be a bit of a grandma sometimes when it’s just me around the house, but otherwise i’m quite energetic . I love to chill and listen to music. I can have a bit of a short temper at times (I just think it’s because I don’t put up with peoples bs LMAO), I can also be very stubborn, i’m very loyal, like VERY loyal and I will always stick up for the people i love and go above and beyond to make the people around me happy. (which I think that can also lead me to being hurt or misused by friends)

I can be a little emotional at times, maybe a little dirty minded too lol, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover (really just an animal lover at that), and i’m competitive and passionate. I’m a very driven person and if it’s something I want to do i’ll make SURE it gets done. I Make up my own rules and I don’t give into unfair ideas that are put up around me. I lead with my heart and my emotions and if that gets me into trouble then so be it. i also LOVE scary movies, true crime, all that stuff, i’m also a SUCKER for reality tv 😭 (tlc does have some good drama though)

I would say I’m charming and it’s more of my words and my smile that gets the guys. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. Imma southern gal who’s very short, (5.0) I think I have more of an innocent look (despite my wild attitude LMAO) I have big brown eyes, wavy light brown hair, big lips, only like a couple light freckles on my nose ( you can see them better in the summer) , button nose, and an olive skintone that has paled over time, I would say I have more of a petite/hourglass figure but I think my chest is what catches people’s eyes (Im a size DD LOL) I have high standards, I can be very sympathetic, and I also can usually tell when people are in pain or when their vibe is off in general. I usually just joke or “laugh it off” and I can be very deadpan when something bothers me, or if it’s something that really hurt me I usually just shut down and become cold or distant. i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though I honestly thought I was a slytherin for so long 😭) My love language is physical touch for giving and acts of service as receiving (it’s really just the little things and showing that you care about what I’m saying or just being thoughtful). I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them (We grew up in a very competitive household lol) i’m very very family oriented, I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.

For a guy, I wouldn’t really care about looks or any of that! I don’t have a type at all 😅 Just someone that can take care of me right. Sorry if this is long! Love you, Em!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

MY LOVE NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH OF AN ASK I THRIVE OFF OF IT AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!

Alright so this one just kinda came to me out of nowhere while I was reading your thing and the more I read the more it just seemed to fit!! I ship you with…

Floyd Talbert!!

Song from my playlist that reminds me of y’all - Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen

How you met

So you both were in the pub in England where Buck and everyone were playing darts

Tab was just being his usual flirty self until he saw you

You were out just having a blast with your friends and he saw your smile and just

That's it he's Sold

So he sauntered over to you to try and put on his usual charm but your own way with words and just how PRETTY you are completely threw him off

So yeah sweet boy stumbles over his words and when you call him cute he just

Talbert.exe has stopped working

Suddenly your friends call you over so you give him a little wave before walking off but not before he asks you to dinner

Cue Talbert sneaking off in the middle of the night to see you whenever he can so y’all can sneaky make out like a couple of teenagers

How he knew he loves you

Ok so I picture it happening maybe you met up with him in Paris while he had some leave time

You and Tab and your friends were all out drinking and having a good time

Until someone bumps into one of your friends and gives them a glare

Like “watch where you’re going asshole”

And because your hands are rated E for Everyone of course you try and go to town

Until Talbert holds you back because he doesn’t want you to get hurt

Just… seeing your passion and loyalty to your friends, how much you cared, the fire in your eyes…

Something just clicked for him, he knew then and there he was in love with you

He tells you as he walks you back to your hotel room, standing outside the door, arms wrapped around your waist

He’s worried you won’t believe him because of his flirty reputation, but the look in his eyes when he says he loves you makes your heart just MELT

Of course you say it back because who wouldn’t

Before his leave is up y’all make the decision that you’ll go back to Kokomo with him after the war

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war, both of y’all had long days, already on edge

Tab comes through the door and, instead of the welcome home kiss you always expect, he just goes straight to the kitchen, right passed you

You follow him because you’re worried about Tab, like, this never happens?? Tf??

You knew Tab had a temper but this felt different

You ask if he’s okay and he just stays silent

You ask him again in a quiet tone, “Floyd, talk to me.”

“Why should I? You don’t tell me everything. Why should I tell you anything?”

It just comes out of nowhere and cuts like a knife

Tab kept ranting, and you’re able to gather that apparently, a coworker that loves to get under Tab’s skin mentioned that he saw you at a bar flirting with a bunch of guys (literally never happened, you’ve been at home taking care of Trigger all week cuz he was sick)

Just… 1) the fact that it’s a lie… 2) the fact that Tab believed him??? Did he really have that little faith in you and your relationship????

The fight just blows up out of proportion, tears are shed, voices go raw, feelings DEFINITELY get hurt

Finally y’all just hit a wall so you just take Trigger out for a walk without saying a word

During the walk your brain just goes a million miles a minute

You thought your relationship was deeper than this?? Has it been like this the whole time but you just had rose colored glasses on??

You didn’t want to go home, but you knew Trigger was getting tired, and it was getting dark.

When you walk in the door, you see dinner on the table (your favorite), and Tab waiting for you, his eyes clearly red and puffy

“I… I can’t begin to say how sorry I am…”

He just looks at the floor ashamed

Tab takes a moment before quietly explaining that, when his coworker said what he did, it just hit different…

Tab never told you this, but he really doesn’t feel like he deserves you

Like, in Tab’s brain, you could go and pick someone ten times better than him, so why don’t you?

Tab got so scared, but he didn’t want to show it, so he got angry

By the end his cheeks are stained with tears, still looking at the floor

He’s so shocked when he feels your arms around him

“Floyd, you’re the silliest man I know”

At first he’s super confused, but you explain how much you love him and how you can’t imagine your life with anyone else

He just lets out a sob of relief and kisses you with the most love and passion you ever felt

Honestly it was rough but you’ve never felt closer to Tab than in that moment

Your Happily Ever After

Always taking care of Trigger together

Trigger needs a bath? Floyd “accidentally” aims the hose at you and starts a water fight

Trigger needs a walk? You have his leash on one hand, and Floyd’s butt in the other

SUPER romantic relationship, like, y’all are just constantly flirting with each other and it’s simultaneously disgusting and adorable

A silly headcanon about your relationship!

Ok but hear me out…. Once a week, y’all have a self-care night and it’s SO CUTE

Y’all help each other put on face masks, give each other massages

You just love to help each other relax and feel refreshed and rejuvenated after a long week

Sometimes Trigger gets in on the fun and y’all give him a little paw-ssage and he is in heaven

Honestly just being in that space with the two boys you love most feels like heaven to you

Aaaaaaa thank you for being my first ship Mac!!! Hope you like it ❤️✨

#ask #ship #ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ship #floyd talbert #floyd talbert x reader #band of brothers x reader #hbo #hbo war #easy company #my writing #help emily write #making waves

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darkrpfinders · 4 months ago

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[M4F] In search for a kindred spirit 🌹

... Let's try something different, shall we?

Aren't you tired of bland roleplays that only consist of one liners? Or extensive, tedious paragraphs of nothing? What about partners that suddenly ghost you without any reason?

If so, look no further!

Creative spurts come out of nowhere, and the one I had came in the form of a longing for a story that would inspire in me the same kind of passion and intrigue I felt from the books I read many years ago, and probably also because of my great passion for D&D and fiction in general. That tenderness mixed with the right dose of wonder that once filled my mind with endless daydreams, stories and characters... If you get what I'm talking about, you'll be a perfect roleplay partner!

In short, I'm mainly looking for someone to be a huge nerd with 😅

Think of it as a detailed, long-term roleplay with everything a story needs to be good, and filled with all those things dorks like me go crazy for, like being emotionally invested in fictional events or even giving characters musical themes!

The standard setting would be a high fantasy one in whichever place our characters would fit the most, but nothing says we can't play modern, sci-fi etc. Being it the classic scenario of enemies who constantly bicker but slowly grow fond of each other, an unlikely friendship that can either bloom into something more or end up in tragedy, or something as simple as a character being in love while the other remains hilariously oblivious, every kind of scenario and character dynamic is well accepted, no matter how tropey. As long as it will keep both of us affectioned to the characters and constantly wanting to see where the story will go, I will call that a wonderful experience~

Needless to say, the story will be pretty balanced, so rest assured, despite it being detailed and with a rich plot, it won't just be an endless LOTR book or a tame fairy tale. Manipulation, fights, betrayals... some strong emotion is always needed, and how else could there be that sweet, sweet drama if not? Plus... I might have a thing for Femme-fatale like characters, hypnosis, seduction and toxic manipulation 💖

Further information about the characters I have available, along with sheets and image references, can be discussed in private~

⚠️ Last thing to add, might be VERY important to know that I hate playing dominant roles 🤭

🌹

The man's steps echoed through the forest, each one causing the veil of dried twigs and leaves to crackle under his feet. It were hours, or maybe even days that he was wandering aimlessly in those woods in search for the ancient artifact, but until then it seemed like all he did was walking in circles. The tediousness of his task was almost driving him crazy, and he was constantly on the verge of giving up for good, but for better or for worse his determination dictated him to continue.

And then it happened. At first, it seemed almost like a mirage, likely given how thoroughly exhausted he was, but upon closer inspection the figure he saw moving amidst the foliage became more and more definite. From occasional glimpses of white and purple, he could then make out the outline of a body, a feminine one, and its erratic movements less and less dictated by chaos... It was a dance, performed by what would have been a normal woman hadn't it been for those long, luxurious white hair that elegantly flowed behind her and bounded with every step she took.

Awestruck, he walked closer without even considering what to say, such was his curiosity, but be it for distraction or a deliberate choice, once he was just a couple of feet from her, she suddenly twirled, making her silken locks swipe right across his face. Upon impact, a cloud of velvety rose petals wafted from it, and the combined effects of its silken softness and flowery fragrance made his eyes flutter.

From there, the world seemed to slow down

🌹

What else to say? If this sounds like what you're looking for, and you too want a story to remember, don't hesitate to hit me up~!✨

(Looking for 20+ writing partners, GMT+2)

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my-own-walker · 1 year ago

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

I'd never thought of myself as pretty. In fact, I'd never really thought of myself at all. Sure, I took pride in what I wore, but that was just about where the vanity stopped. My looks were the least of my worries.

But I seemed to care so much more about them suddenly. It felt like my skin didn't sit right over my bones. I found myself staring in the mirror, scrutinizing every detail on my face. The pores, the size of my lips, the bags that seemed to crop up overnight under my eyes. It was new to me to feel this way. To feel, I guess, not pretty.

In the week after the party (and my overnight stay), I kept mostly to myself. Despite not wanting to show up to Calculus class, I knew I had to. I sat quietly next to Kyle and took notes diligently, not saying a word to him.

I couldn't shake this disgusting feeling of both guilt and anxiety when I was near him. It was, in short, a rough few days. I would wake up, scrutinize my appearance, try in vain to dress myself, go to class, feel awful, then go back home and lay in agonizing silence, trying to quiet my thoughts.

That was, until Wednesday night. My phone lit up and buzzed on my nightstand. I sat across the room at my desk, reading a book for one of my other classes when the noise distracted me. Determined to finish the chapter I was on before checking it, I put my head back down and re-focused. Until another text alert came through. And another.

"Damn, chill," I spoke, thinking aloud. I strode across the room and stooped down to look at the screen, my stomach dropping when I saw who was multi-texting me.

Kyle: Hey Hannah.

Kyle: Just reminding you. Meeting tomorrow at mine.

Kyle: See you soon!

"Aw fuck," I groaned. I flopped, face-first onto my bed, which was thankfully right next to where my phone lay. "Motherfucker," I mumbled into the fabric of my duvet. For one, I didn't want to see Kyle in an intimate setting, such as his room, ever again. I also did not want to return to the KLG house, fearing that someone had seen me fleeing on Saturday morning.

Our weekly meeting for our Calculus project snuck up on me. While I would have much preferred for us to meet at my place, I knew that wouldn't do.

The inside of my shared apartment with Lily was pretty strangely decorated. Lily and I were lovers of all things fun and odd, and our interior design choices reflected it. Our couch was royal purple, and decorated with several random throw pillows and stuffed animals. We placed billiard balls in a decorative bowl on the cowboy-themed coffee table we found at an estate sale.

I refused to use overhead lighting, which drove Lily crazy. She yielded to me, though, a person who commonly got migraines, so everything was lit a warm yellow and striking pink, thanks to the miscellaneous strings of light I hung everywhere.

It was a small place, but it did the trick for the two of us. It wasn't great for entertaining, and the way we decorated it didn't help. It overwhelmed the space. We understood that.

Because of how small the place was, there would be no way to avoid Lily, who simply couldn't help but either flirt or mess with any frat guy in her sight. She also couldn't help but bust my balls, so if her flirting went nowhere, she would accuse Kyle of being my boyfriend and insist upon making him super uncomfortable. With Lily set on bugging us, we'd never get anything done.

My room was not exactly an option either. It sat right across from Lily's bedroom. It was small, dark, and plastered with posters. I had no issue keeping it clean enough, but it wasn't suited for people to hang out in there, let alone a frat boy. I assumed he probably wouldn't enjoy members of The Smiths or The Rolling Stones staring at him from the walls.

I digress, Kyle's place was the only option. And at that moment, it felt like an impossible mountain to climb, an incredible obstacle to overcome.

The time came, much before I would have liked for it to, to head over to meet Kyle. Except, I stood in my room, surrounded by discarded outfits on the floor, staring at myself in the mirror, frustrated. Why was it that I couldn't seem to piece together the right articles of clothing? No matter what I put on, I managed to see something I didn't like about myself.

With little-to-no time left to pick, I settled on a tee with a black skirt and knee-high socks. I felt like shit, but I needed to jet if I was going to make it on time.

The walk there was quick and painless. I arrived at exactly 7 pm, our agreed time. Kyle stood waiting for me on the stoop again, knowing I'd need ushering through the house.

"Hey Hannah," he called to me as I walked up the drive.

"Hi," I said, simply. I met him on the porch, waiting for him to lead the way. He opened the door and led me through the house, heading straight for the stairs and to his room. In the upstairs hallway, this time, though, stood Archie Brenner, the other KLG guy in mine and Kyle's Calc class. He paused and looked at me with an unreadable expression. I cast my eyes down and continued on.

"Hey," Archie called after us. We both spun to face him, surprised. "Are you seriously meeting for the project now? And this often?"

"Yes," Kyle replied lowly. "Strictly business."

"You two fuckin' try-hards," he laughed, shaking his head as he walked away. I sighed inwardly, having expected way worse.

We made it the rest of the way unscathed and settled in his room, I on the couch and he on the ground. The center of the room was a mess, the small area on the floor covered with books and papers. He sat in the center of it all, a spot he'd likely carved out for himself in the chaos.

"Sorry," he chuckled bashfully. "Lot of makeup work and current work."

"Did you miss a lot of school?" I asked, pulling my Calculus materials out of my bag. Kyle sighed and ran a hand through his curly blonde hair.

"I missed Friday and a couple of classes on Monday," he answered. "It all just piled up so fast." He laughed, scratching the back of his head while looking down at his mess.

"Do you need time to work on all of it? We can be quick so I can leave-"

"No, no," Kyle interrupted. "It's nice to have a break and actually speak with another human."

"Can I help?" I offered.

"I wish. I'll be okay," he smiled, setting a few books aside to make room for his Calculus materials. "I think we should decide what differentiation scenario we want to take on." He stuck his pen in his mouth and bit down, holding it in his teeth while flipping to the correct page in his notebook. My stomach twisted while watching him, almost as if I were homesick.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"No, no, it is," Kyle argued, standing to join me on the couch. He flopped down next to me, scrolling through his phone frantically to prove his point.

"A number cannot possibly be lucky or unlucky," I protested, crossing my arms. "The stigma around the number 13 is ludicrous. And 7 isn't lucky either."

"Hannah," he spoke sternly, cocking his head to the side as he looked at me, lips tight. "You can't possibly be a non-believer. You look the part of a believer."

"I look the part?"

"Yeah with your, I guess, like weirdo style," he tried to clarify, looking back down at his phone.

"Weirdo?! Are you serious right now?" I cackled.

"I meant, like, artsy, I don't know," he muttered, dismissing my feigned shock. "Here!" He held his phone out and showed me the door of a home, donning the number 66.

"Yes?"

"Like I said, 66 is my unlucky number," he explained, turning the phone back to himself. He stared at the image for a moment, lost in thought. I waited before interrupting his thought.

"Are you going to explain, or?" I tried, sarcastically.

"Uh, yeah," Kyle murmured, locking his phone. "That was my old house."

"Oh," I managed, sensing the shift in his tone. He put his phone down on the couch cushion next to him and looked back over at me, a strange look on his face.

"We lost it during Katrina. My dad had just cut out," he continued. "Nothing but bad things happened there."

"Gosh, I'm sorry Kyle," I whispered, not sure how to proceed.

"No, I brought it up, it's fine," he sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "Brought it upon myself, I guess." He laughed sardonically.

"Doesn't make it any less shitty," I replied.

"Yeah, the situation was just, bad," he uttered, staring off over my left shoulder. "My mom isn't exactly all there, either. She's not right. Hard to live with." He shifted to face me better, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded.

"After we lost our house, things got bad between my mom and me," Kyle went on, further spelling out a detail I didn't know about him. "I never had it good with my parents, but that year was the worst. Since then it's gotten even more bad. So I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"I live pretty close to school but I live here because I can't live with her," he relayed. "It's okay because it's all on my dime. I'll be an engineer and make my money and be able to avoid her forever."

"Well, you have a plan at least," I returned."That's something."

"I got involved here so I don't have to go back there," he said. Kyle inhaled sharply as if he had broken out of a trance and smiled. "I'm sorry, I should stop."

I sat forward, putting a hand on his knee. "No, I'm sorry," I laughed. "I'm not good at finding things to say."

"It was nice that you listened," he hummed, looking down at my hand on his leg. I removed it quickly and crossed my arms, looking at him, almost pleading for him to change the subject with my eyes. "Do you want to get coffee or something this weekend?"

It was not the subject change I expected. In fact, words wouldn't even claw their way up my throat or fight through my lips. They sat in stunned silence in my head, frozen in shock. I mustered a nod, agreeing.

"Sunday?"

"Yeah, that works," I blurted, silently kicking myself that only those three words could muster the courage to leave the safety of my mouth.

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abbygrabska · 1 year ago

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Daleks In Manhattan

We step out of the Tardis.

“Where are we?” Martha asks.

“Ah, smell that Atlantic breeze. Nice and cold. Lovely. Martha, have you met my friend?” We look up to see the Statue of Liberty.

“Is that…? Oh my God! That’s the Statue of Liberty!”

“Gateway to the New World. ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to break free…’”

“That’s so brilliant. I’ve always wanted to go to New York. I mean the real New York, not the new, new, new, new, new…”

We walk to the edge of the island with a view of the Manhattan skyline. “Well, there’s the genuine article. So good they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. No wonder it didn’t catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam.” “I wonder what year it is, ‘cause look, the Empire State Building’s not even finished.” I point at the building in question.

“Work in progress. Still got a couple floors to go, and if I know my history, that makes the date somewhere around…” Martha picks a newspaper out of the trash, “November 1st, 1930.”

I take the paper from her, “You’re getting good at this.”

Martha starts talking again as I read the headline.

“I think our detour just got longer.” I show them.

“‘Hooverville Mystery Deepens’.” Martha reads out loud, “What’s Hooverville?”

We stroll through the park.

“Herbert Hoover, 31st President of the USA, came to power a year ago. Up till then, New York was a boom town, the Roaring Twenties, and then…” “The Wall Street Crash, yeah? When was that? 1929?” “Yep. The whole economy was wiped out overnight. Thousands of people unemployed. The huddled masses doubled in number with nowhere to go. So they ended up here in Central Park.” I tell her.

“What? They actually live in the park? In the middle of the city?”

We quickly arrive at Hooverville.

“Everyone lost their jobs. Couldn’t pay rent, lost everything. There are places like this all over America. You only come to Hoovervile when there’s nowhere else to go.”

There’s shouting from further in. Two men are fighting.

An older black man steps out of his tent and pushes the two men apart, “Cut that out! Right now!”

“He stole my bread!” The first man shouts.

“That’s enough.” The older man looks to the other man.

“I don't know what happened. He just went crazy.”

The first man lunges at the second but is held back.

“That’s enough. Now think real careful before you lie to me.” The second man hesitates, “I’m starvin’ Solomon.” Solomon holds out his hand and the man reaches under his coat, pulling out the bread and handing it over.

“We’re all starvin’.” He breaks the bread in half, “We all got families somewhere.” He hands each man a half, “No stealin’ and no fightin’. You know the rules. Thirteen years ago, I fought in the Great War. A lot of us did. And the only reason we got through was because we stuck together! Now matter how bad things get, we still act like human beings. It’s all we got.”

“Come on.” The Doctor motions for us to follow, “I suppose that makes you the boss around here.”

“And, uh, who might you be?” Solomon asks.

“He’s the Doctor, I’m Abby, and this is Martha.” I introduce.

“A Doctor.” Solomon scoffs, “Well, we got, uh, stockbrokers, we got a lawyer, but you’re the first doctor. Neighborhood gets classier by the day.” He warms his hands over a fire.

“How many people live here?” Martha asks.

“At any one time, hundreds. No place else to go. But I will say this about Hooverville. We are a truly equal society, black, white, all the same. All starving.” He laughs, “So you’re welcome. All of you. But tell me, Doctor, you’re a man of learning, right? Explain this to me.” He points to the Empire State Building, “That there’s going to be the tallest building in the world. How come they can do that, and we got people starving in the heart of Manhattan?” Solomon throws coffee dregs onto the fire.

“How do you know that men are going missing? They must come and go all the time.” I ask.

Solomon goes into his tent, motioning for us to follow, “Someone takes them. At night. We hear something. Someone calling out for help. By the time we get there, they’re gone. Like they vanish into thin air.”

“And you’re sure someone’s taking them?” The Doctor asks.

“Doctor, when you got next to nothing, you hold on to the little you got. your knife, blanket, you take it with you. You don’t leave bread uneaten, fire still burning.” “Have you been to the police?” Martha tries.

“Cops have never cared about the homeless.” I shake my head.

A young man sticks his head inside the tent, “Solomon, Mr. Diagoras is here.”

We all walk outside, to where a man with slicked hair is talking to the men of Hooverville.

“I need men. Volunteers. I gotta little work for you and it sure looks like you can use the money.” “Yeah. What’s the money?”

“A dollar a day.”

The men grumble.

“What’s the work?” Solomon asks.

“A little trip down the sewers. Got a tunnel that collapsed and needs clearing and fixing. Any takers?” “A dollar a day? That’s slave wage you ass. And I’m gonna guess not everyone comes back up, do they?” I scoff. Diagoras doesn’t even look at me, “Accidents happen.” “What do you mean? What sort of accidents?” The Doctor asks.

“You don’t need the work? That’s fine. Anybody else?” Diagoras asks.

The Doctor raises his hand.

“Enough with the questions.” “Oh, no, I’m volunteering.” I raise my hand next.

“I’ll kill you for this.” Martha whispers to the Doctor. Solomon and the young man raise their hands as well.

“Turn left. Go about half a mile. Follow Tunnel 273. Fall’s right ahead of you. You can’t miss it.” “And when do we get our dollar?” Frank ask.

“When you come back up.”

“And if we don’t?” “Then I got no one to pay.” “We’ll be back.”

We start to walk down the tunnel.

Frank looks around, “We just gotta stick together. It’s easy to get lost. It’s like a huge rabbit warren. You could hide an army down here.” “So what about you, Frank? You’re not from around these parts, are you?” Martha ask.

“Oh, you could talk.” Frank chuckles, “No, no, I’m from Tennessee, born and bred.” “So how come you’re here?” “Uh, my daddy died. Mama… couldn’t afford to feed us all. So, I’m the oldest, up to me to feed myself, so I put on my coat, hitched up here on the railroads. There’s a whole lot of runaways in camp younger than me. From all over; Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas… Solomon keeps a lookout for us. So, what about you? You’re a long way from home.” “Yeah, I’m just a hitcher too.” Martha answers. “You stick with me, you’ll be alright.” He smiles.

“So this Diagoras bloke, who is he then?” The Doctor asks. “A couple of months ago, he was just another foreman. Now it seems like he’s running most of Manhattan.” Solomon tells him.

“How did he manage that, then?” “The rich get richer off the backs of the people they exploit.” I smile at him.

“Whoa!”

There's a blob on the ground giving off a sick green light.

“Is it radioactive or something?” The Doctor sets down his flashlight and crouches beside it.

I cover my nose and mouth, “It’s rank, whatever it is.”

The Doctor slips on his glasses and carefully slips up the slimy blob.

“And you’ve picked it up.” I observe, “I hope you know you’re not holding my hand until you’re thoroughly sanitized.”

He sniffs it, “Shine your torch through it.” I do.

“Composite organic matter. Martha? Medical opinion?” Martha looks at it, “It’s not human. I know that.” “No, it’s not. And I’ll tell you something else. We must be at least half a mile in and I don’t see any sign of a collapse, do you? So why did Mr. Diagoras send us down here?”

“So where are we now? What’s above us?” Martha’s gaze flickers up.

“Well… we’re right under Manhattan.” “We’re way beyond half a mile. There’s no collapse, nothing.” Solomon points out.

“That Diagoras bloke, was he lying?” “No shit.” I say.

“So why did he want people to come down here?” Frank asks.

“Solomon, I think it’s time you took these three back. I’ll be much quicker on my own.” We hear squealing echo in the tunnels.

“What the hell was that?” “Hello?!” Frank shouts, only for me and Martha to shush him.

“Frank.” Solomon chastises.

“What if it’s one of the folk gone missing? You’d be scared, half-mad down here on your own.” “Do you think they’re still alive?” I ask.

“Heck, we ain’t seen no bodies. Maybe they just got lost.” Frank points out.

We hear more squealing.

“I know I never heard nobody make a sound like that.” The Doctor walks a little ahead of us.

“Sounds like there’s more than one of ‘em.” “This way.”

Solomon looks down a different tunnel, shining his light down it, “No, that way.” The light of Solomon’s flashlight catches a huddled figure on the ground.

I look back at the Doctor, “Doctor…”

He rejoins us. “Who are you?” Solomon asks.

“Are you lost? Can you understand me? I’ve been thinkin’ about folk lost…” Frank starts to walk forward, but the Doctor stops him.

“It’s all right, Frank. Just stay back. Let me have a look.” He walks towards the figure, “He’s got a point, though, my mate Frank. I’d hate to be stuck down here on my own.” The creature squeals. “We know the way out. Daylight. If you want to come with us.” He squats and shines a light on the creature's face, “Oh, but what are you?”

Solomon looks on in confusion, “Is, uh, that some kind of carnival mask?”

“No, it’s real.” The Doctor answers before speaking to the pig man, “I’m sorry. Now listen to me. I promise I can help. Now who did this to you?”

I look and more pig men have filled the opposite end of the tunnel, “Doctor!”

The Doctor backs up towards us.

“They’re following you.” Martha observes.

“Yeah, I noticed that, thanks.” He reaches us, “Well then everyone… run!” We race down the tunnel to a cross-section where Marth stops in confusion, “Where are we going?!”

“This way!” The Doctor turns right, stopping at the mouth of a joining tunnel, “There’s a ladder!”

The Doctor climbs up the ladder and uses his sonic on the lid.

Martha and I follow up.

Solomon climbs the ladder, shouting to Frank.

Something must have happened because Solomon shoves the Doctor aside and closes the lid, “We can’t go after him.”

“We gotta go back down! We can’t just leave him!” The Doctor argues.

“No, I’m not losing anybody else! Those creatures were from Hell! From Hell itself! If we go after them, they’ll take us all! There’s nothing we can do. I’m sorry.” A blonde woman steps out from behind a shelf, a gun pointed at us, “All right then. Put ‘em up.”

Martha and I put our hands up. The woman cocks the gun, “Hands in the air and no funny business.”

The Doctor and Solomon do. “Now, tell me, you schmucks, what’ve you done with Laszlo?”

“Uh, who’s Laszlo?” I ask.

“Laszlo’s my boyfriend, or was my boyfriend until two weeks ago. No letter, no good-bye, no nothin’. And I’m not stupid.” She waves the gun around as she talks, “I know some guys are just pigs but not my Laszlo. I mean, what kinda guy asks you to meet his mother before he vamooses?”

“It might, might just help if you put that down.” The Doctor suggests.

“Hunh?” She realizes she’s still holding the gun, “Oh, sure.” She tosses it to a chair, “Oh, c’mon. It’s not real. It’s just a prop. It was either that or a spear.” “What do you think happened to him?” Martha asks,

“I wish I knew. One minute he’s there, the next, zip, vanished.” “Listen, ah, what’s your name?” “Tallulah.” She answers.

“Right, um, we can try and find Laszlo, but he’s not the only one. People are disappearing every night.” The Doctor tells her.

“And there are creatures. Such creatures.” “Whaddaya mean ‘creatures’?”

“Look. Listen, just trust me. Everyone is in danger. I need to find out exactly what this is,” He removes the blob from his pocket, much to my disgust, “because then I’ll know exactly what we’re fighting.”

Tallulah leans back, “Yech!”

Tallulah is in costume, putting on her makeup for her performance.

Martha and I sit, watching.

“Laszlo… He’d wait for me after the show, walk me home like I was a lady. He’d leave a flower for me on my dressing table. Every day just a single rose.”

I stand and walk over beside her, “Haven’t you reported him missing?”

“Sure. he’s just a stagehand. Who cares? The management certainly doesn’t.” “Can’t you kick up a fuss or something?”

I shake my head at Martha’s words, “You’re forgetting what year it is.” “It’s the Depression, sweetie. Your heart might break, but the show goes on and if it stops, you starve. Every night, I have to go out there, sing, dance, keep goin’. Hoping he’s gonna come back.” She breaks down.

I hug her, “I’m sorry.” Tallulah pulls away from the hug and wipes her eyes, “Hey, you’re lucky, though. You got yourself a forward-thinking guy with that hot potato in the sharp suit. Still, ya gotta live in hope. It’s the only thing that’s kept me going ‘cause…” She lifts a white rose from the dressing table, “Look, on my dressing table, every single day.” “You think it’s him?” “I don’t know. If he’s still around, why’s he bein’ all secret like he doesn’t want me to see him?”

Martha and I stand in the wings watching the show.

I see a pigman who looks different from the others standing in the opposite wings, just watching. I turn to Martha, “Go get the Doctor.”

She nods, a little confused before walking off.

I cut across the stage, hiding between the showgirls.

Tallulah shouts at me, “Get off the stage! You’re spoiling it!” “But look.” I point off-stage at the man, “Over there!”

The pig man realizes he’s been spotted. Tallulah screams and he runs off.

I run after him, “Wait!” I follow him through the halls, ending up back in the prop room.

He’s gone.

Someone grabs me from behind and I scream.

I end up in the tunnels again.

Two pig men push me against a wall, “Let go of me!”

More pig men come by with humans in a line, one of which is Frank.

“Abby.” I hug him, “You’re alive! I thought we’d lost you.” A pigman pushes us to keep moving, “All right! We’re moving.” “Wait. Where are they taking us?” Frank asks.

“To their leader of course.”

“What are they keeping us here for?”

“Not sure yet.” I whisper.

The pig men guarding us start squealing nervously.

“What’re they doing? What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

A Dalek glides into the tunnel.

I get very tense.

“You will form a line. Move.”

The pigmen push everyone.

“Just do what it says, everyone, okay? Just obey.” I tell them.

“The female is wise. Obey!”

A second Dalek arrives, “Report.” “They are strong specimens. They will help the Dalek cause. What is the status of the Final Experiment?” “The Dalekanium is in place. The energy conductor is now complete.”

“Then I will extract prisoners for selection.”

A pigman brings an older black man forward.

The Dalek extends his sucker towards the man’s face, “Intelligence Scan. Initiate. Reading brain waves. Low intelligence.” Two pigmen pull him away.

They go down the line until they get to Frank, “Superior intelligence.” It turns to me, “Intelligence scan. Initiate. Superior intelligence. This one will become part of the final experiment. Prisoners of high intelligence will be taken to the transgenic laboratory.”

The Doctor and Martha fall in like between me and Frank, while the pig man I saw acts like one of the guards.

“Just keep walking.”

“Glad to see you again.” I glance at the pig man, “Laszlo, I assume.”

We are brought into some sort of lab.

“Report.” “Dalek Sec is ready for the final stage of evolution.” “Scan him. Prepare for birth.”

“Evolution?” The Doctor wonders quietly, before turning to Martha, “Ask them what’s going on.” She looks at him, “Me? Don’t be daft.” “They’ll recognize us.” He motions between himself and me.

She takes a deep breath, “Daleks, I demand to be told. What is this Final Experiment?”

“You will bear witness.” “To what?” “This is the dawn of the new age.” “Waht does that mean?” “We are the only four Daleks, so the species must evolve a life outside the shell. The Children of Skaro will walk again.”

Dalek Sec’s shell powers down and the casing opens to reveal a human-dalek hybrid. The clothing is unmistakably that of Diagoras. The head is similar to a Dalek body with a mouth, one eye, and tentacles. The hands are almost claw-like.

“What is it?” Martha asks.

Dalek Sec speaks slowly, “I am a human Dalek. I am your future.”

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alaynestcnes · 8 months ago

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Different anon here! ❤️

To prev anon re: r/freefolk. I used to lurk on that sub around 2016. That's where I first heard of jonsa and how terrible jonsa shippers were. Except jonsa shippers were nowhere to be found! If there were any, they were quiet. People on the sub would bring jonsa up at any opportunity to screech about it. I guess that hasn't changed - wow, and sad. You'd think they would've moved on by 2024. They whined daily of how horrible jonsa, but that wasn't what I was seeing. It was them.

So, I went to tumblr out of curiosity. I started to like the jonsa pairing after reading some metas & never looked back at the cesspit of r/freefolk. It's a particularly toxic sub of mostly men with a helping of misogynistic women, so that explains it. They’re people who hated Sansa anyway and couldn’t tolerate the very idea of her with Jon, or that someone somewhere shipped it.

IIRC, people on that sub were making actual death threats and threatening to unalive themselves when “The Bells” was leaked. Let that speak for itself about how reasonable they are.

It’s always sansa antis at the scene of the crime whenever there’s discussions that exhibit vast amounts of brainrot 😭 I don’t know where the rabid jonsa idea came from either because I’ve certainly never seen it in any of the spaces I’m on. Jonsa has always seemed like a pretty self contained ship (though I guess I’m biased). I’m actually frequently surprised by how many people are secretly jonsas or at least sympathetic to the ship - they just don’t talk about it so plainly. I think the vocal antis have successfully created a warped perception about the popularity/legitimacy of jonsa. Like we’re definitely fringe but this ‘everyone thinks jonsa is crazy’ narrative doesn’t actually hold up when you look at fandom discussions/behaviour. Jon and Sansa and their relationship to each other is very often brought up in individual character analysis’s. Their relationship is often noted as being different and that it will likely hold some significance in future (whether that’s romantic or platonic or whatever). It’s funny because it seems like when people look objectively at the text, jonsa is a natural connection to make and almost inevitable (again, not necessarily romantic but just noting that the text is linking them). Yet, when you look at people who are firmly anti jonsa, there is always some form of bias present - they are either staunch sansa antis, or majorly pro some other ship that jonsa threatens.

All this to say I think we’re being gaslit. But it’s not working bc I don’t care about being crazy.

#asks

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lizard-shifter-noms · 2 years ago

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Wayward Waters Chapter 1

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Hello everyone! finally Posting ARC 3 now!

time to have them explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward Waters

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Sleeping was nice, being woken up not so much.

Being woken up by Nea was even worse.

Which was proven by the fact that she barged in and then pelted one of Robin's shoes which were still on the floor right onto my shoulder.

I jolted awake and onto all fours, tensing my muscles and squishing Robin in the process who squirmed in surprise.

Clenching my muscles I immobilized him,

I could absolutely NOT let Nea or anyone else know about this.

Luckily he seemed to get it as I told Nea off for waking me like that.

“Nea! Can't you wake me like a normal person?

Or do ANYthing normally for that matter?”

She just shrugged and I could feel Robin freeze extremely still at the mention of her name.

He was well aware that Nea could and would cut me open if she thought anything amiss.

Luckily the woman didn't seem to care about the ginger's whereabouts and had more fun antagonizing me.

“Eh, i'm not normal, so i dun have ta do anythin normally,

now get yer fuzzy ass up, shoes on and get yer rust headed friend, Rikaad wanted ta talk ta both of ya!”

With those words, and the second shoe thrown in my general direction she went out the door.

Untensing to give the little human in my pouch more room I spoke.

“I need to get a lock installed, the sooner the better, Robin? She’s gone and i think she confused your shoes for mine, so we are in luck this time”

He wiggled a little, which admittedly felt a bit funny, and addressed me.

“A lock sounds good, also what did she throw at you? My shoes? It sounded like it”

I nodded before recalling he couldn't see that.

“Uh yeah right at my shoulder too, but lucky not at the injured one so im fine, but damn that crazy lady needs to calm down, or a punching bag”

“I think everyone is kind of her punching bag, what did she even want?”

“She said Rikaad wanted to see us, no idea what for though, so brace yourself i'm gonna let you out”

I could feel him turn around at my words and while he did that I snagged one of the many towels that were strewn about.

Then I worked to bring the tiny redhead out of my pouch and into the bright world again.

What time was it anyway?

With how much light came in it looked like it was around midday.

As soon as the ginger was out I tossed the towel over him which he immediately used to dry himself while I shrunk down to human height.

Being nice I slid his shoes over the floor closer to him while picking my own out of some hay.

While doing that my eyes fell on the weird Logos book that Oakley had given me and Fable, as a means to communicate despite him going around traveling the world.

I'd use it after talking to Rikaad, After all, my brother had only left like twenty four hours ago so there couldn't be that many interesting things since then.

I did wonder though what Rikaad could have summoned us for, but if we had to talk to him anyway i might as well ask about getting a lock installed.

Messily brushing my hair for all of twenty seconds i followed Robin outside of my shed only to realize i had no idea where the fuck Rikaad was.

Nea hadn't said anything about that, just that he wanted to see us, and of course the crazy Guard was nowhere in sight now.

“Where did Nea say we had to go?”

I turned to Robin not sure what to answer as I had no clue.

“Uh, i don't know, Nea just said to talk to Rikaad, and then threw the other shoe before leaving, i guess we could try the throne room? If he's not there we can just ask someone”

That seemed reasonable enough, usually larger meetings were held in the throne room or the large rooms behind it.

I still thought the architect was a drunken dumbass for building it like this but with how old the castle was they were long dead by now.

Nearing the front of the castle I could see some other people, mainly guards, walk in and out of the throne room.

Looked like we were in the right place, which was proven as we went inside.

It looked like it always did, with the exception of a big table in the middle that featured what looked to be a map of some islands.

At the head of the table was Rikaad, looking with an earnest expression at the map which I now noticed had little figurines on it.

I hoped that wasn't more trouble, but knowing our luck it probably was.

He looked up at the sound of Robin's footsteps,

how he knew it was him was beyond me though.

“There you are, is Arthur with you?”

We both shook our head in unison, which was kinda funny seeing as it was completely uncoordinated,

Rikaad looked disappointed for a moment.

“Let's wait for him, i'm not going to explain this twice”

Explain what? Did it have to do with the map?

Looking at it it was more than likely, now that I had a closer look I could see the figurines were of either Kamerasca or Maringand ships, as well as some people and houses.

The ships, arranged in a neat formation, strangely enough rang a bell in my head but I could for the life of me not recall why.

Then Arthur ran through the door, dodging what looked to be an armor piece.

I didn't even need to see her come in to know it was Nea who had hunted him like that, I wasn't exactly sure what was going on with the two of them but I for sure wanted no part of it.

“Found all of em! Now what's ta fuss about?”

She limped in, without crutches and I didn't doubt for a second that she had managed to break them and now simply ignored the medics orders about using them.

Arthur stood between me and Robin to negate any chance of having to be right next to Nea.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was a bit out of breath.

Nea then limped to the table and stood on my other side, looking intensely at the map like it would go up in flames any second now.

I looked at Rikaad who wasn't leaning over the map anymore.

Looking at it I saw a few letters in a haphazard pile next to it.

They were all upside down for me so I couldn't read it, but I had no doubt they were at least part of the reason we were called here.

I looked back up at Rikaad as he spoke.

“As some of you already know, we received letters from the Trader Islands about some Marigand ships causing havoc there by attacking other ships as well as the smaller settlements.

On my Question to the Queen of Maringand she replied that they had been sent by the old king, Winton, and did not believe any official writings about the change of rulership.

Since we can't just let them continue with this we will go there and set an end to the chaos personally.

You have been called here to either accompany me to the Islands or to watch over Kamerasca while i'm gone, i have made a list which you can read later-”

He pointed to the longest piece of parchment on Norrins end of the Table, the Guard pointed at it as well.

“- please read it as soon as you can as i want to solve this as quickly as possible, which means we will leave tomorrow at midday on a ship”

Chaos on the trader islands? Oh that can be good, and then they didn't even believe official statements about Amicia being in power now.

Though the fact that it was maringand ships rang a bell somehow.

After thinking about it for a moment while everyone else was busy reading the list, I remembered the fleet of ships I had seen shortly after Fable arrived.

Had winton attempted to split the army by having some of his men wreak havoc on the islands?

If so his timing skills were worse than my writing ones as this was a good two weeks too late.

Winton was an idiot with no spatial awareness so it really didn't surprise me.

Most of the people were done with the list and left to either pack whatever they needed for the Boat trip or to prepare for their new duties in the absence of the King.

So there was now enough space to read the list without bumping into anybody.

Looking it over it appeared to be sorted alphabetically but even so I couldn't find my name, nor could I find Robins who really tried to make sense of the letters despite his weird inability to read comprehensively.

So we weren't on the list, did that mean we would just stay here and do what we did the past few weeks?

If that was the case why were we even called?

Was it because Rikaad simply wanted to inform us he was leaving for a bit?

But then I realized that I hadn't seen Arthur's name either, as well as Nea’s and Norrin’s names were absent from the list.

I looked confusedly at the taller man.

He was also still standing there, since he wrote the list he didn't need to read it anyway.

After a majority of the other people left to go do their new tasks he addressed us.

“I didn't write your names on the list as most of your tasks will be a bit more elaborate.

For example only half the people still at this table will go with me on the Boat while the others stay behind to keep an eye on Kamerasca”

Ohh so he was probably leaving Norrin here, The man had been the head Guard for some time and knew what to do.

Before Rikaad could continue he was interrupted by Arthur.

“I am not setting a single foot on a ship! I get sick from a normal fucking chariot there is no way i’ll step on that hellish water vessel!”

Oh, right, Arthur's motion sickness would have him keeling over the side of the Boat for likely the entirety of the trip.

And I had seen how badly he took to a simple carriage, I didn't want to imagine how horrible a ship would be for him.

Rikaad shook his head at that.

“I'm well aware of that, which is why you'll stay here and have an eye on everything together with Norrin and Nea.

He looked relieved at being able to avoid the ship but when he was told he had to work with Nea his face soured.

He didn't say anything though and I suspected the reason why Norrin was also involved in keeping an eye out was so the other two wouldn't start fighting, all that much at least.

So that left me and Robin, I had to admit that going on a ship sounded intriguing, that was something I had never done before as I would have been killed.

I hoped I would get to go on the ship.

I had always wanted to know what the trader islands looked like, and as far as I was aware that was where most of the cinnamon came from.

Me and Robin were addressed next while Arthur and Nea left, glaring at each other all the while until Norrin stepped between them.

“As for you two, you can join me on the ship if you want, you don't have to but I would very much like some familiar and trusted faces near me”

That did sound logical, with Nea and Norrin here there wouldn't be all too many of the more familiar faces, and having someone on Board he knew he could trust would probably set him at ease a bit more.

“Also quite frankly now that nobody else is listening I really need to get away from all the paper stuff if just for a little bit, which is why I'm going personally and didn't send someone else”

Ah, so even Rikaad could have enough of trying to catch up with all that, understandable, i would have given up long ago.

“Yeah i was wondering how you were managing not to go mad with all of that”

Robin piped up from where he had stared at the map.

“Oh wait, what should I pack? Aside from clothing i mean”

Rikaad answered quickly enough.

“Whatever you want as long as you can carry it yourself, but maybe leave behind what you don't want to get wet”

Oh right, there would be water, lots of it, What if I dropped the Logos book?

“Well, i'll leave you two to sorting your own stuff till next midday, please don't oversleep, we will meet at the gate and don't forget your stuff”

So we would leave tomorrow then, which meant packing my sparse stuff into a bag and walking to the harbor with the rest of the people coming along.

I wondered how big the ship would be.

I nodded at Rikaad who was now rolling up the Map and sorting the other paper back into a more organized pile.

I was already thinking of what to take with me, aside from the normal necessities.

I debated if I should bring the Logos Book with me while Robin dragged me outside again before running off to put his stuff together while I continued to my shed.

On one hand the Logos book was my only way of communicating with Fable, on the other I didn't know if it was waterproof.

Also if I dropped it and it fell into the ocean I would never find it again.

It would probably be better to leave it here than risk somehow losing it or getting it destroyed by saltwater.

Maybe I could practice some of my writing while on the boat?

My writing currently was awful, not only spelling wise but also just plain ugly to look at.

Still, I'd better inform Fable about that so he wouldn't have to worry.

Opening the door to the shed I went right for the Logos book and retreated up to the loft as that was the only place with a proper desk.

Which meant it was the only place that had ink in my entire room that I could use.

Putting the book on the worn wood I opened the first page only to see a beautiful sketch of a Bird sitting in a tree.

The Bird itself was a Robin.

Underneath the drawing where a few words

Look, it's your friend! I saw him at Dawn after leaving.

Man, Fables handwriting was already way better than mine, and i couldn't detect any spelling mistakes.

But I had to admit the drawing was pretty, and the joke he made was a tiny bit funny.

So much for not having a sense of humor.

Well, time to answer, and inform him about not being able to reply for some time to whatever he wrote to me.

Hello Fable | im sory for my bad hanwritting

Nice to see you are doing good | love the drawing very funni.

I will not be able to repli to any of your textts ̶s̶ for som time as i will go on a ship with the others to the trade islands

Not sure how long i wil be gone but i wil write you again as soon as i get back

Im not takin the book wit me as i don't want it getting destroied

There wil be lots of water and the book is paper that dosnt mix well

Write you soon after i get bak from the boat

That should be a good enough explanation, I wasn't any good at writing though so i hoped it was at least understandable.

I set the book back on the desk and went to fetch a duffel bag so I could stuff my things into it.

Looking at the mostly empty shelves I debated if there was anything I wanted to take with me, but the only things in the shelves were just trinkets and the dirt filled cup Robin had forgotten one time.

The wood sorrels inside of it were growing like crazy though, Maybe I should get an actual flower pot.

So only clothes and other necessities then.

Maybe I could put the tiny and currently empty wooden box on one of the shelves in the bag as well?

The box could be locked with a simple slide mechanism and had been in the shed before me, digging that out of the hay had been a surprise.

If I found a nice shell or something I could put it in there so it wouldn't break.

Also a box was generally practical so I stuffed it in the bag as well.

Looking at it I realized I was already done, that was fast.

Then again I really didn't have much to my name so that should have been obvious.

Dragging the bag to the door I set it right next to the exit, tomorrow I would just have to grab it from there then I could readily leave.

Sooo, what to do now?

I still had half the day left now but nothing to do.

And I was sure that Robin would take a lot longer to pack than I did, so hanging out with him wasn't much of an option.

Out of boredom I decided to check the Logos book again.

Going back up to the loft I went to the desk and opened the book.

Surprisingly Fable had already answered, and I could see once again that he had prettier handwriting than I did,

with basically no spelling mistakes either.

Man, I wished I could spell like that.

Whatever, Fables text read;

Hello Donovan, believe it or not I have seen worse handwriting,

but I'm sure with some practice you will get better at it.

I am doing very well in fact, the forest is not as dangerous as I have been told, at least thus far.

Thank you for the compliment on my picture.

I wish you the best of luck on the trader islands,

If you can, bring me a shell?

Also not taking the book with you does make sense as I doubt it can be replaced.

Do not worry about me, I am a patient person so I promise I will not assume the worst should i not hear from you for one or two weeks now that you have notified me of this.

Tell me how it was as soon as you get back, the trader islands are a place i have not been to and i am curious as to what they are like.

I wish you calm waters and a peaceful journey.

Well, that was nice, at least I didn't have the worst handwriting in the world but I'd make sure to practice while on the boat.

And the forest not being as dangerous was a relief, maybe stuff had just been exaggerated for effect?

It was also nice that he understood my concern about taking the book on the boat and of course I'd bring him a shell!

I'd have to make sure to get a really pretty one for him!

Maybe I should write back? Or was that weird?

I ended up writing back, even if badly readable for Fable, He responded very quickly.

Talking about nothing much, basically just telling stories to each other, and before I knew it it was dark outside.

Huh, having had the back and forth with Fable had taken more time than I thought.

I wrote a quick goodnight for him and he responded curtly by telling me he was going to set up camp now and wished me a goodnight as well as a safe journey.

I went back over to the bag I had packed and looked at the items one last time to make sure I didn't forget any of my sparse belongings needed for the trip.

It looked like I had everything though so I left the bag next to the door and went into the middle of the room.

I changed into my Ardua form to sleep like that after taking the sleeping aid Oakley gave me, luckily i had tossed the rest of it in my bag already.

I doubted I could do that on the ship as there probably wouldn't be enough space so I decided to sleep like this for probably the last time this week.

Settling down I curled up like a cat, which I had actually learned from one, and yawned before using my arm as a pillow.

It wasn't that long after I fell asleep that someone knocked on the door.

I had one very good guess as to who it was.

“Its open, come in”

Just as predicted a familiar redhead appeared in the doorframe, clutching a bag to himself that looked messily packed together, no doubt his own stuff.

“I- uh, i'm kinda nervous to go on the boat, last time we went with the guard school and i fell overboard and got pinched by a crab, can i sleep here? I don't want to get nightmares about falling into the ocean”

He fell in and got pinched the last time he was on a boat? No wonder he was nervous.

“Come here, and leave your bag by the door next to mine, we can take them with us tomorrow”

He nodded and put his bag on the floor next to my own before coming over to me and climbing over my arm, settling in the groove of my elbow.

He always looked so small when he did that, especially as he sunk into the fluffy green fur there.

“Thank you, and sorry for bothering you, i'm just really nervous about going away on a boat”

He mumbled into the fur of my arm, burying his head in there.

“No problem, and you're not bothering me, i'm a tiny bit nervous myself actually, i've never been on a boat, but at least i can swim somewhat”

Swimming had been something I had to learn as people kept tossing me into rivers when I still lived on the streets.

Drowning didn't sound good to me so I had to teach myself how to swim at least a little.

Yeah that wasn't something I was about to tell people though.

“You can swim? Are you good at that? Im kinda okay at it, at least when i don't have armor on”

I did doubt swimming with armor on would be an easy task anyway.

“That good, swimming is a useful skill i think, as for myself i know how NOT to drown so that has to be good enough”

He made a soft hum before burying deeper into the warm fur.

“That's nice, how long do you think we need to spend on the boat until we get to the islands?”

How long? Huh, i didn't know that but considering it had taken a week or so for the letter to arrive id say two to three days or so.

“Uhh, I dunno, two or three days? Maybe? I'm not an expert and there are many islands on the map as well*

“three or four days? Well I guess that depends if we have good sailing weather?” “I hope we do, maybe we can take a little vacation there as well for a day and go on a beach to collect shells, i need a pretty one for Fable”

A day just to go to the beach sounded nice, sure Kamerasca did have its own beach but usually there were so many fishing boats or crabs that going into the water was a bad idea, and rivers weren't exactly all that clean sometimes.

Robin just mumbled something about sand and looking down I saw he had fallen asleep.

“Heh, goodnight then”

I lay my head down as well, basically hiding Robin from the world as my jaw covered his little form in the crook of my elbow as I fell asleep as well.

Tomorrow we'd get woken up by either Nea or Arthur, and for myself I hoped it was Arthur.

Sadly I was wrong, as the door slammed open with a bang and Nea barged in, announcing loudly that we had to get our stuff and leave in an hour.

“YO! Getup yer sleepyheads! Time ta brave tha Sea! Ye have an hour ta get yer stuff and go ta tha gate!”

Both me and Robin sprang up at her sudden and brash appearance.

Before we could retort anything she was gone again.

“I wish she wasn't so loud and sudden when she does this”

Robin could only nod to that as he climbed over my arm again and walked over to his bag, making sure the door didn't slam into it.

I stood up and shook myself like a wet dog before shifting back into a more human form.

An hour now huh? Plenty of time to walk to the gate, Luckily, I had already packed my stuff yesterday.

And Robin had packed them as well, judging by the lumpy duffel bag next to my small one.

Though knowing Robin it was probably chaos, I just hoped he hadn't forgotten anything.

Maybe asking to make sure of that would be a good idea.

“Robin? You got everything packed?”

He nodded for a second before he looked confused and opened the bag up to look inside.

Yep, as predicted, he had already forgotten what he put inside of it.

“We have an hour, how about I help you organize?”

He looked at me miserably.

“I don't know why my memory is so garbage, i can remember other things perfectly, like plant names but then i can't remember what i put in my bag the day before”

Yeah, that was kinda weird, but whatever.

“Happens I guess? Now come on put your stuff on the ground and i'll help you”

He nodded and then just sat on the ground before pouring the contents of the bag over the floor.

I could see some unfolded clothes and a pencil that had stained a shirt while it was in the bag, as well as some other things I was pretty sure weren't needed on a ship.

What a mess, and he forgot to pack pants in exchange for double the amount of shirts.

We spent the majority of the hour reorganizing his stuff and packing properly so he would have what he needed.

While I sent him to get some pants from his room I folded everything else and put the pencil stained shirt to the side.

When he came back I showed him how to most efficiently put everything in the bag.

“Thank you so much! I really don't know where my brain is sometimes!”

“Well i didn't see it in the bag so don't know where it is either”

He laughed at my very bad joke and tossed the pencil at me, I managed to catch it before it hit me though.

“What did you pack this one for anyway? Im sure you could just ask someone for a pencil"

He shrugged.

“Dunno anymore, I think I wanted to draw the fish I saw? But i'm not a good artist so i guess i can just leave it here”

I nodded and then looked outside again.

I wasn't exactly sure what time it was but we probably should head to the gate before they sent someone to get us.

“I think we should head out now, you ready?”

I stood up and grabbed my own bag as Robin followed me with his own outside the shed.

Not too far from the door was sitting a familiar feline form.

Robin immediately went up to her.

“Gloxinia! Good kitty!

Are you gonna keep an eye on the garden while we're all gone?”

The cat purred and brushed up against his legs as if telling him she would do just that.

Right, Oakley had mentioned that she had the potential to become a magical familiar, so her being smarter than the average cat wasn't a surprise.

I bent down as well to scritch her between the ears.

“If Nea starts to cause chaos and tries to murder some poor Guard try to distract her okay?”

“Mrrp!”

She bonked her head against my fingers and then slinked off in the direction of Oakley’s tower.

After that we headed to the gate as fast as we could, and as i thought half of the people were already there so we were just in time.

Looking around at the twenty something people I could see that Arthur and Amicia were here as well, probably to say goodbye or something.

Amicia was shaking Rikaads hand in what I assumed was thanks and Apologizing for the chaos her citizens made while Rowley was right behind her, half hiding from everyone else.

Should I talk to the smaller Ardua?

Probably not, I had headbutted him into a boulder on our first meeting and he made it clear he didn't want the shifter bracelet at all.

I'd respect that and leave him be.

The group split off and Amicia went to a fancy chariot a few paces away that i had failed to notice, Rowley in tow.

She looked back for a second and then ran up to Arthur to hug him.

Well hug was nicely put, from the face he made i was sure he just heard his spine crack.

While walking back to the chariot where Rowley was already inside she waved at us.

“Hey guys! Have a nice journey! Don't get sand in your teeth!”

What an odd thing to say, I just politely waved back as she clambered into the chariot and rode back to Maringand.

Looked like her stay with us was over and she was going back to rule her own Kingdom.

I really hoped that would go well.

I turned to Robin briefly.

“Hey I'm gonna go ask Arthur if he can get a lock installed on my door while we're on the boat, why don't you tell Rikaad we're here? Maybe we can go to the boat early?”

He nodded with a big smile and weaved past some Guards towards Rikaad, chanting the words ‘Boat trip, Boat trip’ over and over.

Looked like he already forgot to be nervous.

I then went up to Arthur who tried to get his back into its proper position again.

“And people wonder why i don't like women”

He muttered and then looked at me.

“Hey Arthur! How are you?

“Glad i don't have to go on that hellish vessel with you, but honestly staying behind isn't that much better when i have to work with Nea all the time, i swear she's gonna break my leg or something!”

Yeah that did sound like her.

“Well i'll make sure to not be surprised should you be in a cast when we come back”

He just rolled his eyes.

“Great, thanks, i'm just glad Norrin is also here, hes at least reasonable, whatever, i wish you guys good luck while on that thing from hell”

Yep, Arthur's motion sickness would get really bad on a boat no doubt, so it wasn't a wonder he called it a hellish thing.

“Thank you, can I ask for a favor while we're out at sea?”

“What kind favor?”

“Can you install a lock on my door? Nea already bent the hinges a little from waking me up, if you want to call banging the door open and throwing stuff at me while yelling that”

He nodded in sympathy.

“Of course, though i don't doubt she could kick a hole into the door instead, it's only wood after all, but i'll see to it don't worry”

Yeah kicking a hole into the door was something she WOULD do, so maybe telling her there was a lock now was a good idea.

“Thank you! I'm really not keen on having her throw shoes at me again, i'm just lucky she didn't realize they were Robins and not mine”

I sighed at the memory, albeit not very fondly.

Arthur made a face that made it clear he had a good idea WHY Nea didn't notice the boots were Robins, and he was right.

“Well whatever, good luck with the paper stuff, take breaks when you need them though!”

He nodded.

“I will, don't worry, I don't know how Rikaad manages to spend hours in there, I barely do one! Anyway, if you can bring me a souvenir? I doubt i'll ever manage to go there myself”

“Of course, i'll bring a nice seashell or something else i find on the beach if you want”

“Sounds good, and make sure Robin does not fall in! While he can swim he might panic and forget!”

Oh, that wasn't something I had thought about, panicking while in water was a bad thing.

“I will keep an eye on him, I promise! I'll make sure personally that he doesn't fall in!”

Just then someone called for all of us to Leave towards the Harbor of Kamerasca, and to not forget our things.

“Oh, time to go then, stay out of trouble while we're not here, yeah?”

“I'll try, but idiots appear on every corner i'll tell you!”

“Yeah you saw me as one of them at first!”

“You still are!”

I moved to hug him to shut him up, which he did even if he didn't hug back, but that was because I trapped his arms to his sides.

“Erch alright, just make sure to not swim with sharks or whatever, now scram or they'll leave you on the dock!”

I let go of him, and after saying goodbye and that I would get him the biggest shell I could find sprinted after the others toward Rikaad and Robin.

I caught up pretty quickly to them and walked next to Robin who awkwardly held his bag.

Looking closer I realized one of the straps broke.

Of course, he had stuffed heavy things inside of it and not even tried to balance the weight equally.

I offered to trade carrying the bags so he had my way lighter one with the intact straps and I would take the heavier one with the broken strap.

He asked a good three times if I was sure and after assuring him of that we traded the bags.

Rikaad had in that time absconded to the front of the fifteen something people convoy and was leading us down the slope to the main city.

The city, oh dammit, it was the middle of the day! People would see me! And the Fae ban papers were still missing! What if someone decided to be petty today and attack me?

The sun was out so it would be perfectly easy to spot my way too pointy ears! What if people started throwing rocks at me? Again.

What if they formed an angry mob? And attacked all of us?

Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and I flinched for a second before looking at who it was.

It was Oakley, and at this point I wasn't even gonna ask how he was here.

“You good Donovan? Your face looks like someone put poison ivy in your shoes”

Again with the weird comparisons.

“I- no it's fine, it's just we're gonna go through the city and the papers for the Fae ban still haven't been found, what if someone flips out?”

“So what? You're only a few paces behind the king and a personal friend no less, everyone with a brain can see you're part of the group”

He was right, if someone did decide to attack they would be really stupid, still i moved to be more in the middle of the convoy while Robin chattered Rikaads ear off.

“What are you doing here anyway? I didn't see you at the gate?”

He just tilted his head in that weirdly birdlike manner.

“Well i just wanted to see what boat you went on, assuming it's the one you'll come back with i can see it from high above and swoop down to be the first to greet you when you come back!”

“You want to jumpscare someone don't you?”

“Yes”

He was a bit extra sometimes, but it was nice he wanted to wish us a good journey.

He walked next to me on the way to the docks and asked me if the Logos book was all good and if I had already written to Fable as well as a lot of other meaningless stuff until we reached the dock.

I knew what he was doing, he was distracting me from paying attention to the city and its residents, which worked and I was thankful for it.

Thanks to this I was managing to avoid any major nervousness while walking through the streets.

We soon arrived at the harbor, where tons of big ships were anchored.

I did have to admire the handwork on them, building something so big that not only floated on water but also managed to transport goods and even people was something to be proud of in my opinion.

I wondered what the captain was like.

After arriving Oakley said he had to go back, which he did after circling all of the boats like an overgrown seagull.

I quickly found my way to Rikaad and Robin, who oversaw the last stuff for the journey being put on the Boat.

Lookin at it I saw that it was a tree mast giant sailboat with the name Victory Rose painted in stylized letters on the front.

“That's probably the biggest ship I've ever seen!

Are we really gonna go on that?”

Rikaad nodded, pointing at a few crates that were being loaded onto it with the help of a crane.

“After they are done loading up we can go on as well, you can wander the Harbor a bit but please stay close, i don't want any of you to stay behind on accident”

We both nodded at him and Robin jumped down from the big barrel he sat on.

“Okay! I wanna see the outside of the ship! It's really pretty!”

I had to agree on that, the wood used was dark and dense with the red accents and the painted railings that resemble rose stalks.

“Yeah, really good CraftsmanSHIP on that”

It took a good second for them to get the, in my opinion, really bad, joke but when they did Robin laughed heartily and Rikaad had a rare smile on his face.

Really?

The joke was bad but I wasn't complaining if it gave them a tiny bit of joy.

While Rikaad oversaw the crates and stuff with some experts, Robin and I walked the length of the ship to look at the thing we would spend at least a few days on.

I had to admit that it really was one of the biggest structures that wasn't a house or something that i had ever seen, heck i could probably fit on the deck in my Ardua form multiple times!

I wondered if the captain would mind that? Then again I was heavier as an Ardua, by a lot and I didn't wanna sink it.

It wasn't long after that when we were all called to come stand next to Rikaad so we could go on the Boat.

We rushed over to him and picked up our bags again, then we were ready to walk up the wooden plank that served as a bridge to the deck.

The thing looked stupidly steep though in my opinion so I held onto Robin who had a tendency to trip over his own feet while we walked onboard.

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 49: Coming Down

Previous chapters // Montserrat’s masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OC

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

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Arraignment was early as usual. Charmaine Briggs was the last on the docket.

"Notice how calm she is," Amanda said to the others as they filed into the room. They went right to the first bench as Charmaine and her lawyer took their own spots.

"Years of practice, maybe?" Olivia asked.

"I don't know," Montserrat straightened in her spot. "I honestly can't read this woman. One moment, she looks honest and the other…" It would be one of those types of cases where half of them were split with each other and some, like her, was split with herself.

"Manslaughter in the second degree...does the defendant have a plea?" the judge commanded the entire room into silence.

"A plea for sanity, your honor," Charmaine's lawyer was a sharp-tongued woman even at the early hour that it was. "Mrs. Briggs is a widow whose husband died tragically of natural causes."

"Natural causes brought on by the reckless behavior of the defendant," Rafael said in case the two women forgot that important detail. "Her counsel might want to read the statute."

The woman sent him a glare. "The ADA might want to ditch the condescending attitude before it drips onto his suit."

"You two hash this out on your own time," the judge cut into what promised to be an interesting argument. "Assuming no objection, I'll enter a plea of not guilty. Bail is set at 100,000, cash or bond. Next."

"She promises a good fight," Montserrat purposely said loud enough for Rafael to hear. He turned around to see her, Olivia and Amanda giving him the same look.

"She's nothing," he said, almost waving the other woman off. "But I will be needing every last iota of evidence you have."

"You got it," Olivia said, but the look on her face told Rafael she had a lot more things to say, starting with the bail money. "Now about that—"

"Send me the paperwork," he said quickly on his way out.

Olivia was dumbfounded but nowhere near defeated. She ushered Montserrat out of the bench so she could get out.

"Someone's in trouble," Amanda remarked with a light smile. Montserrat hummed as the two followed after their Sergeant.

~ 0 ~

As of late, it seemed like Rafael felt like he was either running from women or to them. If it wasn't his family then it was Monsterrat and when it wasn't either side, it was Olivia. Right now, he spotted his mother coming at him from the opposite end of the hallway.

"We have to talk," Lucia came with a direct mission.

"Uh, okay — I'm a little busy right now."

"You're always busy! You don't think this is important?"

"Claro que si, of course I do—"

"Barba…" Olivia walked right up to the two, unknowingly stepping into their argument. Montserrat and Amanda weren't too far behind. "$100,000 for a homicide? Are you kidding me?"

"We're lucky we didn't get R.O.R.," Rafael said fast before Olivia went on about something else from the case. "Sergeant Benson, this is my mother, Lucia Barba."

The introduction certainly left Olivia dumbfounded but Lucia was more sharp than ever. "Oh. Benson...he talks about you. You drive him a little crazy."

Olivia met Rafael's look, unsurprisingly he wasn't embarrassed by the slip. He wouldn't be him if he wasn't. "Just doing my job. I'll give you a moment." She backtracked from the pair until she was beside her detectives again.

"Who's that?" Amanda asked soon enough.

"Mom."

Montserrat's eyes widened. "Seriously?" She had yet to see pictures of Rafael's family and now she had the first live shot. Despite being very far away from her, Montserrat felt a series of nerves hit her. Calm down! This is not about you right now! She couldn't hear what they were talking about but she just knew it had to do with the senior center Rafael had scoped out for his grandmother.

"We should go," Olivia pulled Montserrat out of her thoughts. "We need to get everything in order."

"Yeah," Amanda said as she followed Olivia down the hallway.

"I...need to go to the restroom first," Montserrat said when the idea struck her. It was stupid and probably unprofessional but right now she didn't care. Lucky for her, no one questioned that excuse.

She slowly, very slowly, walked for Rafael. She only heard the very last bits of his conversation — sounding very much like bickering — before Lucia left.

"Bye, ma," Rafael waved his mother goodbye and sighed.

"Not good, huh?" He heard Montserrat behind him.

He turned to find her just a few steps away from him. Right now, he would want nothing more than to be able to hug her. Professional lines were a nuisance at that moment.

"Whatever she said—"

"They're visiting," he cut Montserrat off. "It's all I asked and if they do that then...then maybe they'll see it's best."

"I know," Montserrat nodded. She absolutely hated that he still felt like he had to justify himself to her, like she was going to judge him. "Give me a call later," she smiled at him.

"Detective Novak, are you being professional right now?" he quirked an eyebrow at her. Montserrat laughed and suddenly, his pain lessened.

"You're a smartass," she shook her head as her laugh subsided.

"I have been told…" he bobbed his head side to side.

"I'll see you later," she flashed him a last smile before taking off. She hoped their small moment would be enough to lift his spirits a bit. Sometimes it was a pain having to follow the rules of their secret relationship.

~ 0 ~

Trial began and with all its markers on the spot. The housekeeper of the Briggs went up first and while she did good, the fact that she always had a disdain for Charmaine tainted the jury's perspective of her. It was the doctor who attended Walter's first heart attack who managed to do more damage to Charmaine's reputation.

But truth to be told, and he had mentioned it Montserrat already, a lot of his mind wasn't occupied with the case. He was honest with her one night about the probability of actually getting conviction. As always, she tried reassuring him that he was doing the best he could. He had other things on his mind and they were just as urgent.

After another trial date, Rafael was set to visit the facility with his mother and grandmother. He took his grandmother still abiding by the deal they made to visit as a huge win. As soon as they were in the facility, Catalina was taken for her own personal tour of the place. As far as he could see, the facility was fine. It was clean, the patients were very well attended to. It was lively enough to where no one seemed bored, or worse - no one would feel trapped.

Somehow, Lucia didn't see it that way. In fact, it turned out they were on completely opposite pages. "Look, I know what you're thinking. I should take her in to live with me…"

Rafael shook his head at her as soon as she started with that mindset. She thought he was blaming her for the situation. "Absolutely not—"

"Other people put their families in places like this. We do not put our family in places like this!" Lucia exclaimed.

"That's not what this is about," Rafael stopped them in the middle of the hallway. "I promise." It was their cultural mindset that their elderly family members shouldn't, under any circumstances, step foot in a senior center and that honestly wasn't the best way to think. Of course there were going to be situations where a senior center was the only option and it shouldn't be viewed as something bad.

They spotted Catalina talking to one of the employees not too far from where they stood.

"I understand what you mean but we also have to be realistic that sometimes we just can't handle it all," Rafael tried to explain but was already Lucia fervently shaking her head. "You are single handedly keeping a charter school alive. You only go home to sleep. How are you supposed to take care of her?"

"I could retire—"

"No, you couldn't," Rafael leveled his mother with a sharp look. They both knew that, like him, Lucia was very dedicated to her work. She had long hours just like her son. "Mira, it's not so bad. Maybe she'll like it."

The two walked to meet Catalina after she let the employee go. "It smells," she complained.

Rafael sighed. "They're cooking lunch, abuelita."

"What are they cooking, skunk?"

"Mamá,"he turned to Lucia for some help. Luckily, she at least tried to help.

"Rafie has gone through a lot of trouble to arrange this for you…"

Catalina still didn't seem pleased enough. "I didn't ask him to. Why should I move after 40 years?"

"Because here, nobody has to carry groceries up six flights of stairs, abuelita." Rafael tried to step closer to her but she looked away from him, an action that stung more than she thought. Still, he continued to try and show her it wasn't all that bad. "They have activities. Mira, movies. If you fall down again, pasa cualquier cosa aquí - anything - you just push a button."

"If I fall down at home, I bang on the floor…" Catalina made a show of hitting the ground with her cane. "Mrs. Rivera hears."

It was like he was talking to a wall. He glanced at his mother again. "Mamá?"

Lucia seemed to feel some sympathy for him in the matter. "We'll think about it."

"I'm just trying to help both of you," he said in case they hadn't gotten that. It honestly felt like they hadn't, especially with the way his grandmother was looking at him. "Bye. I have to go. I have some work to do before court tomorrow."

"Good, go help somebody else," Catalina coldly said, waving him off to leave. There was hardly anything else to say after that.

~0~

Later that night, without really thinking about it, Rafael ended up calling Montserrat. He felt completely terrible after she made it clear that she was on her way to his place. He was aware of the many times he had called her this week and forced her to drop what she was doing for him. He wasn't used to it and he shouldn't be. Montserrat didn't have to do anything yet here she was.

She showed up at his door with a bag over her shoulder. "I'm here until tomorrow."

"You don't have to…" He sighed as she walked in.

"Oh, don't even bother with me," she let the bag drop beside the couch. She came back for him and tugged him with her to the couch. The back of her knees were leaning against the armrest of the couch. Her hands were soothingly running up and down Rafael's arms. "I'm here now," she said, her voice gentle. "And I don't want to hear any of that nonsense that I don't have to be here. Need I remind you of all the times you've been here for me?"

"You don't have to complicate your life because I can't solve my family issues," he barely turned his head away when Montserrat cupped his face and forced his gaze back.

"You're used to doing things on your own but you don't have to anymore. I'm here to help. I can...build arguments with you, remember?" she smiled at him and hoped she would get one in return. "You say I have a big mouth, I might as well do something productive with it."

"I said that?" A ghost of a smile may have played at his lips.

Montserrat hummed with a slow nod. "Yes, you did."

"I didn't mean it…"

"Mhm, sure…" she leaned closer, her hands still cupping his face, "And I never mean it when I call you a smartass." That made him laugh. "There we are," she planted a kiss on his lips. "I think some dinner is in place…"

"I'm not very hungry," Rafael said as she tugged him for the kitchen.

Montserrat stopped and looked back at him. "If you're saying that then you really feel bad. Let's wait a bit and you can tell me what happened."

Usually he would put up some protests but tonight Rafael was just too tired for such a thing. He let Montserrat bring them back to the couch and sat down together. It only took one more time of her asking what happened for him to spill everything.

His grandmother had hated the facility and more than that, she was angry with him. She had the idea that he was trying to lock her away. Lucia hadn't said the same thing but she wasn't exactly defending him either. He didn't blame her — she was stuck in the middle with her son and mother on opposite sides. None of it was easy and it was taking a toll on him.

Montserrat couldn't say it out loud that she was seeing it all on his face. She had never seen him in a state like that and she would've been quite angry if it wasn't his family responsible for it. They weren't trying to argue. They just didn't see eye to eye.

"I'm really not that hungry," Rafael said an hour later when Montserrat suggested ordering out. He felt incredibly guilty when he kept turning her offers down. "You should go home, have a night with Kara or something."

"I am not going anywhere," Montserrat repeated. "How about we turn in early?"

"You don't have to—"

"Stop," she touched his arm. "Let me be here with you. Please."

The concern on her face was touching and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. So, he did. His hands found the sides of her face while he kissed her soft lips.

"C'mon," she whispered in-between kisses.

He protested no more afterwards. They got up together, collected Montserrat's duffel bag on the side and headed for the room. Rafael only let her go so she could get changed in the bathroom and he in his room. He'd never felt so worn out when he climbed into bed.

Montserrat returned ten minutes later with her bag. She retrieved her phone from the bag before letting it drop on the floor. "Just texting Kara," she said as she made way for the bed. She left her phone on the night stand then got into bed.

"Thanks for being here," Rafael murmured later on. She had draped an arm over him. He had practically retreated into her body. All he felt was her and all he smelled was her. Nothing else would make him feel better.

Montserrat moved her other arm over his head and let her fingers find his hair. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Silence ensued afterwards. The lights had been turned off. There were no movements and the only noise was their collective breathing.

"Do you think I'm being unfair to her?" Rafael suddenly asked. One of his arms had wrapped around her waist.

Montserrat would've shaken her head if they weren't so close to each other. "No, of course not."

"It feels like it. Maybe I pushed too much…"

"You didn't, it's just hard for both sides."

"She's lived in the same apartment for 40 years. I get why she doesn't want to move. As ruddy as the place is...I spent a lot of my childhood there. After school when my mom was still working...we used to make desserts."

Montserrat smiled. "The sweet tooth." Her fingers were still threading through his hair.

"Yeah…"

"What would you bake?"

"Everything." Rafael didn't think he'd ever remember something so vividly the way he was right now. It was like everything he'd tried making with his grandmother was fresh in his mind despite it being more than 20 years ago. "I liked the chocolate cake the best."

Montserrat lost against a laugh. "Oh, of course. Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey, it was delicious!"

"I bet it was—the pictures say it all."

There was a slight silence before Rafael spoke again and when he did, it was a complete change of topics. "Did you do any of that stuff with your grandmothers? Or grandparents?"

Montserrat hummed. Her fingers stopped running through Rafael's hair for a second while she thought. "I mean...my grandmother in Slovakia — Zofie — didn't really bake. She cooked. I learned how to make Kapustnica from her."

"And what's that?" Rafael asked.

"It's soup, basically. It's got mushrooms, sausages, pork, potatoes and all this other stuff. We always had that for Christmas whenever my grandparents came to New York or we went to Slovakia."

Mm, sounds interesting," Rafael said, making a mental note to bring up that precise soup for their next Christmas.

"The soup, yes, grandma Zofie, though?" Montserrat shuddered, making Rafael chuckle.

"What?"

"She can be kind of mean when she's teaching," Montserrat explained, "I may not remember my maternal grandmother that much but I know that she was a lot nicer when it came to cooking and baking."

"Yeah, and what did she teach you?"

Montserrat had to think for a couple minutes before something came to mind. It was hard remembering a woman she hadn't seen in over 20 years. "Umm, I'm pretty sure she's the one who taught me how to make carrot cake."

"You've never made me carrot cake," Rafael accused. Montserrat didn't have to look at his face to know he was frowning.

"Scuse me, but you're always the one drinking coffee or alcohol," Montserrat retorted, "That doesn't exactly leave much room for carrot cake." Rafael's response was to hold her tighter. Montserrat laughed softly and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Okay, tell you what, I'll make some carrot cake when I get the chance this week."

Rafael agreed. "Can I make some suggestions?"

"Sure, why not," Montserrat shrugged and listened to his 'suggestions' about what to add and what not to. She let him talk and talk until he eventually drifted off. In another situation she would've loved to point out that he practically talked himself to sleep. But things were too grim for that and she herself wasn't too happy.

She couldn't bear to see Rafael spiral the way he was. This wasn't him and the fact it was his own family doing this broke her heart. She couldn't be angry with them but she couldn't not not feel something alike either. There had to be something she could do.

She shifted enough to reach for her cellphone on the nightstand and was extra careful not to wake Rafael up in the process. She turned the brightness screen all the way down to avoid that altogether. She found Kara's number and opened up a new text.

'I need Caroline's number.'

A few minutes later, Kara responded.

'Sure thing! What for?'

Montserrat hesitated to answer. She looked down at Rafael sleeping but still shifting every now and then. It seemed like even his dreams were going to be against him tonight.

'I need to ask her for a favor.' She typed the response and waited anxiously for the number.

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