#the whole time. whatever I get to the subway make TWO stations. and the whole service SHUTS DOWN due to a bomb threat??

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My dream out there having a whole ass plot and the alarm ruins it

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The Taming : Part Two

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART ONE | MASTERLIST | PART THREE

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

            She thought she was clever. Her precious roommate never noticed her, but I sensed her the moment she entered the restaurant. She wore a significant perfume, one that made me think of the endless sandy beaches of Mexico. I smelled it on her on the subway that night. She had been so close. Close enough to touch, to grab, to hurt. Oh, how badly I wanted to have her against the subway walls. Her throat in my hands, her eyes glaring heatedly into my own. She had nearly embarrassed herself, trying to put me ‘in my place’. It was almost adorable. She didn’t know who she was getting tangled up with.

            Even now, she sat facing us on the other side of the patio. It was a busy night, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. To me, at least. It was rare for a beautiful woman such as herself to dine alone. Yet no one sought her out. She was still dressed in her clothes from her day job. It was a wonder on why she worked a minimum wage job, a wonder I would soon understand.

            I felt her eyes on me throughout the whole dinner. Her roommate, as sweet & beautiful as she was, was not the object of my desire though. She was simply a means to get closer to who I really wanted. And she only sat a few tables away.

            Her poor roommate must’ve thought that I was smiling adoringly at whatever she was saying, but the smile on my face was due to the fact that this young woman, the one who wanted to hurt me as much as I wanted to hurt her, was losing control. She couldn’t stand seeing her roommate out with me. It made her blood boil. I could smell it. Taste it.

            I hope she knows that I will be tasting it. Soon.

            It was a little after five when you clocked out from your shift. You waved your good-bye’s to your coworkers & left the coffee shop. You sighed heavily to yourself as you hiked your leopard Sicily backpack higher on your back. It would be less than a minute walk to the subway station.

            As you waited down on the platform with the rest of the Metropolis working class, you grumbled internally to yourself. It wasn’t that you needed to work because you absolutely did not have to. You could likely go your whole life without working a day in your life but about a year ago, you didn’t want to have to be dependent on your parents to fund your lifestyle. Working minimum wage in coffee, of course, was not going to keep up with your expenses, but it was enough to grant you the illusion of independence. Plus, you enjoyed coffee. And your coworkers, as middle-class as they were, weren’t half bad.

            It was the middle of the week though. You only ever worked once or twice a week & you told your boss you’d only accept weekday shifts as you needed the weekends to do as you pleased. Fortunately, you boss was willing to work with you on that, but even if he hadn’t, you simply would’ve quit. Easy as that.

            The subway ride back to your apartment was relatively quick, considering it was quitting time for a majority of Metropolis residents. By the time you walked up to your condominium apartment complex, it was a little after six.

            You took the elevator to the 12th floor & entered your apartment. Your living room was always a welcome sight to see. You had decorated the interior of the apartment before Ariana moved in & for that you were grateful otherwise she would likely want the apartment to have those French-country details she liked so much.

            There were no plans for your night. You were going to shower, do your skin care routine, check your social media, then make some dinner before lounging out in the living room to watch a film of your choice. But as you entered your bedroom & began kicking off your shoes, you heard a clatter come from Ariana’s bedroom down the hallway.

            Checking the time on your phone, you thought it was strange that she was home. Ariana was in school, a French language major, & with the end of the school year only a couple weeks away, she was often at the campus library late studying. Her being home this early was out of the ordinary.

            Tossing your jacket onto your bed, you began unbuttoning your white uniform top as you trekked down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door was closed but you could make out the muffled sounds of her French 40’s music she listened to often. Knocking on the door, you waited momentarily for her to open the door but it never came.

            “Ari.” You announced, leaning closer to the door. Only more clattering.

            Not waiting for a response, you opened her door & stepped in.

            Her bedroom was minimal & simple. It was the smaller of the two bedrooms but still had plenty of room. You peered around her room & noted some discarded clothes near the foot of her bed & her built in wardrobe with a vanity had hair & make-up utensils in a neatly order.

            “Ari.” You repeated again.

            The door to her en suite bathroom opened then & your cousin stepped out.

            You raised your brows in curiosity.

            Ari was dressed to the nines, at least to her nines. She looked diabolically adorable. But as cute as she looked, it only piqued your interest.

            “Oh, hey!” She greeted, lowering her eyes as she turned her back to you to sit on her bed, slipping into some heels that matches the color of her dress.

            “Hey, yourself.” You returned, stepping further into the room, “What’s the occasion?”

            “Hmm?” She glanced at you over her shoulder before laughing half-heatedly, “Oh, nothing special.”

            “Coulda fooled me.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You already knew where this was going. Ari had never been a good liar. She had the tell-tale signs of a someone who couldn’t lie even with a gun to their head. The biggest giveaway was her cheerful attitude mixed with her lack of eye contact. You knew well-enough that she was preparing to feed you some bullshit.

            She stood then, meeting your eyes briefly before glancing down at her outfit, “Just going to a dinner with some classmates.”

            “Really.” You pressed your lips together & cocked your head.

            “Yeah.” She breathed out & passed by you to return to her vanity, sitting down as she applied some lipstick to her lips.

            “Are your classmates dressing up, too?”

            Ariana smiled nervously but shrugged, “Maybe.”

            Sighing, you sat on the foot of the bed, staring at her in the mirror. But she was battling you. You would have to drag the truth out of her.

            “Who is it, Ari?” You asked, tired of beating around the bush.

            “Who is what?” She frowned at you but kept the forced smile on her face.

            “Ari.” You shook your head, “When have you ever been able to lie to me?”

            Part of you was impressed that she was committed to the façade, but the larger part of you was more annoyed. The longer she put up a fight the worse the truth was.

            “Like I said.” Ari repeated, “It’s a dinner with classmates.”

            “Okay, then.” You feigned belief, “Guess you won’t mind if I tag along then. I’ve had a long day at work, it’ll be nice to get out & mingle with your classmates. They can teach me some French—”

            “God, okay!” Ari exhaled, her eyes fluttering closed, “I’m not going out to dinner with classmates.”

            “Ya don’t say.” You gave her a pointed look.

            She finally turned in her seat to face you, her hands in her lap as she played with the lace at the hem of her dress, “It’s a date.”

            “Obviously.” You deadpanned. “Who is it?”

            It wasn’t that you were trying to be a helicopter parent, but Ari didn’t know any better when it came to men. She was still so naïve &, honestly, a little dumb. Sure, she had a good heart & preferred seeing the good in people but that’s what she had you for. To bring her back down from cloud nine & remind her that men, especially Metropolitan men, were only snakes in the grass.

            “No one you know.” She responded.

            “Even more reason for me to know.” You retorted.

            “_____, please. You’re not my mom.” Ari rolled her eyes.

            You scoffed at that, “Yeah, thank hell for that.”

            You didn’t miss the glare she tossed you but it was quickly brushed under the carpet as you pushed on.

            “Tell me who it is, Ari. I won’t ask again.”

            “Oh, geez. What are you going to do? Call a P.I.?”

            You only stared at her knowingly.

            She sighed annoyingly, “Of course you have a P.I. on speed dial.”

            “Of course.” You confirmed.

            “His name is Clark.” She finally revealed as she applied some eye make-up.

            “Where’d you meet him?”

            Ari paused, biting her lip, “Technically, at school.”

            You narrowed your eyes, “And not technically?”

            She put down her make-up before facing you once more. It made you almost proud how she stared at you challengingly, “Not technically, I met him this past weekend. On the subway. After your birthday.”

            You reeled at that, trying to put the pieces together. When had she met anyone that night? You were with her the whole time. But she said the subway. Who had she met on the subway…?

            When it finally clicked though, you stood up from the bed, your stance firm, “No fucking way, Ari.”

            “See? I knew you’d react like this, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

            “Well, it’s a good thing you did!” You exclaimed, “You’re going on a date with that creep? How did you even meet him on campus?”

            “He’s a student.”

            “Bullshit. He’s like twenty years older than you.”

            “Actually,” Ari glared at you, “He’s only seven years older than me.”

            You laughed loudly at that. You remembered the man from the subway well. Though he had youthful features & a timeless look, the way he carried himself reeked of a man on the brink of being considered middle-aged.

            “So,” you began, sneering at your cousin, “you don’t think it’s weird or strange or creepy at all that the man who groped you on the subway over the weekend happened to run into you on your campus. Really, Ari? C’mon, you’re smarter than that.”

            “I am smarter than that, thank you very much.” Ari slammed down her make-up & stood up to face you head on, “And no, I don’t think it’s weird because it was me who noticed him. Not the other way around.”

            “Please. Elaborate.”

            “I was sitting on a bench in the middle of campus, reading, minding my own business, & there was a tour happening for new students joining the university next year. He was the one giving the tour. He’s been a student there for four years. He graduates this summer.”

            “Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes, “And so then he spotted you & asked you on a date?”

            “No, _____. I approached him.” Ari shook her head exasperatedly.

            “You what?”

            “Yeah. I approached him.” Ari repeated, crossing her arms. “And I apologized to him for what happened on the subway. He didn’t even remember at first! But once he did he said it was okay & that he didn’t lose any sleep over it. I explained to him that you’re just overprotective of me & he said he understood.”

            You scoffed at that. Of course that stranger was playing the role of an understanding & charming man. How foolish could Ari be?

            “Then it was me, again, who asked him out.”

            “Oh, my god…” You hung your head in disappointment.

            “And technically, it’s not a date.” Ari added, “I just asked if I could make it up to him with dinner. He rejected me at first but I insisted. Said that it was the least I could do after how you tried to humiliate him in public.”

            “Wow, Ari.” You shook your head, eyeing her, “You’re a saint.”

            “Oh, please.” Ari waved you away, “It’s called being decent. Nothing you know about.”

            Ouch, but okay.

            “So, what? Now you’re getting all dolled up for a date that’s not a date with the perfect stranger?”

            “After tonight he won’t be, will he?” She stared at you.

            “You’re really going through with this?”

            “Yes.” Ari nodded, standing her ground, “Like I said. You’re not my mom. And I’m a grown up. If I want to ask a man out, I will. So, please, save your man-hating opinions for someone who actually cares.”

            You bit your lip at that, shaking your head.

            “Now, if you don’t mind. I have to finish getting ready.”

            Ari pursed her lips, her defiance almost commendable, but only not since it was towards you.

            “Fine.” You moved towards her door, “But don’t call me crying when he tries to get in between your legs at the end of the night.”

            Ari slammed her bedroom door behind you & you stomped down the hallway towards your own before slamming your own door.

            Fucking Ariana. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes to calm your nerves. She was being stupid, ridiculously stupid. Date-raped & found along the riverbank half-alive stupid.

            Opening your eyes, you stared out your windows. It was a city filled with millions of people, half of whom were men who only had bad intentions. As absurd as Ari was being, & despite what you said to her, you couldn’t let her go through with it. Not alone at least.

            You smirked wryly to yourself.

            You didn’t have time to change out of your work uniform by the time you heard Ari leave the apartment, so you simply added some items from your closet to your outfit to disguise yourself. You wouldn’t be as ridiculous as those scenes in films where they wore wigs & dressed like a man. All you needed was to just shield yourself enough from Ari’s eyes, not that she’d be aware of her surroundings.

            Once a minute passed after Ari left, you took off after her. Once on the main level of your building, you waited just inside the lobby, spotting her outside as she waited for a taxi to notice her.

            How tacky. You thought bitterly. He can’t even pick her up.

            But the second Ari disappeared inside the back of a cab, you ran outside & waved one down yourself, directing the driver to follow the cab Ari had just gotten into.

            The ride itself was roughly 30 minutes when Ari’s cab pulled over in the center of downtown Metropolis. You paid by cash to your driver & hopped out, following a few yards behind Ari as she walked towards the riverfront.

            A hiss parted your lips as you got caught at a stop light. But fortunately, you spotted in the distance as Ari disappeared inside one of the riverfront restaurants. EARTH was an intimate fine-dining restaurant with views of Metropolis South across the bay. Had you not been in investigative-sleuth mode you might have been impressed that Ari was choosing to eat at such a fine establishment, but considering who she was dining with, you only felt annoyed. The man, Clark as she told you his name was, was really trying to woo Ari’s underwear right off her. You only hoped Ari would at least be smart enough to not fall for it.

            Inside the restaurant, you were deterred from the host who asked about a reservation.

            “I don’t have one. It’s just me.” You told the host but he only offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, Miss. Reservations only.”

            “Godfucking—” You waved him away, “Just hold on.”

            Stepping back outside, you pulled out your phone & called Nicola.

            “Nic.” You greeted as soon as she answered.

            “What’s up, babe?”

            “I need you to get me a reservation at EARTH for ten minutes ago.”

            “Whoa, okay, everything alright?”

            “No but it will be as soon as you can get me a table.” You had briefly recalled seeing Ari being led out to the rear patio when you first entered the restaurant, “And make sure it’s outside. Please.”

            “Alrighty. I’ll do it. But I expect a call back later explaining to me the rush.”

            “Of course.” You sighed, “Thanks, Nic.”

            She kissed you through the phone & you returned it.

            Other than being as equally beautiful & cold-blooded as you, Nicola was also influential. Not only did her father have a hand in a majority of the luxurious buildings built throughout metropolis but her former socialite mother’s name still carried impact.

            You waited another two minutes before re-entering the restaurant, sure to silence your phone. This time, the same host as before greeted you with a menu in hand, “I apologize for that mix-up, Miss. _____. Right this way.”

            Following the host, he led you to the outdoor dining portion of the restaurant. Immediately, you spotted Ari, along with that man from the subway, on the far end of the patio. The host began to lead you in that direction but you snagged the sleeve of his shirt.

            “Right here is fine.” You told him as you sat down at a two-person table kitty corner from where Ari & her date sat.

            “Um, Miss, but this table—”

            “I said this table will do. Thank you.” You seethed, taking the menu from him.

            “Of course.” The host forced a customer-service winning smile despite the irritable tone in his voice.

            When the host finally disappeared, you pulled the menu upwards just enough to shield your face but peer over the top of it. It was late May & almost seven in the evening. It wouldn’t be strange whatsoever that you were still wearing your shades.

            You watched as Ari & Clark sat perpendicular to one another, the two of them facing the bay. Ari’s back was to you but Clark was facing you three quarters of the way. It made your skin crawl how he watched your cousin, his eyes never leaving her face as she talked animatedly with her hands. He was grinning the whole time, as well. His perfectly primed teeth on display.

            A server appeared then & began asking you what you’d like to drink, eat, etc. You mindlessly ordered, only glancing at the menu once before they left. Fortunately, they left the menu so you could still hide behind it. But after a while, you knew that would be more suspicious than anything you eventually lowered it, feeling confident enough in your disguise that you’d evade either of their curiosities.

            After about ten minutes, a server brought a tray of food to their table. Ari was her usual cheerful & kind self as she thanked the server. You rolled your eyes. Clark then raised his glass to Ari’s, their drinks clinking together. The sight disgusted you. Ari was really falling for his bullshit.

            But as you were stewing about it, Ari suddenly stood up & began walking in your direction. You leaned forward in your seat & hung your head, shielding your face with the brim of your hat as Ari passed you by, likely in search of the bathroom. It was tempting to follow after her & drag her out of the restaurant by her hair, but you would avoid making a scene. If she insisted on being independent & learning the hard way you’d let her, but you wouldn’t stand by for long.

            While Ari was gone from the table, you took that time to observe the man. Clark. He was dressed handsomely in a navy blue button up tucked into a pair of black slacks that reached above his ankles. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled up, revealing the muscular contours of his forearms. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a display of dark hair. It was very similar to when you first laid eyes on him in the club. He sat leant back in his chair, admiring the views of the city & bay, totally unaware of your presence. You kept waiting for him to sneak a tablet of questionable intent into Ari’s unprotected glass of wine but it never occurred. He remained eerily still, like a statue, as he sat staring into the distance. The only thing about him that truly unnerved you though as you watched him was a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Like he knew something you didn’t. You imagined he was already picturing what it would be like to have Ari under him. Fucking freak.

            It was then that Ari reappeared & sat back at her table with Clark. He grinned at her & gestured for her to begin eating. Once they started eating, it was then that your server appeared with your meal. You mumbled a thanks & rejected an offer to try the house wine. It was rare that you turned down alcohol but you needed your 100% sober & clear mind if you were going to stalk Ari & her date all night.

            Over the next ten minutes, you hardly touched your food, only taking a bite when it seemed as if either of them would look in your direction. Other than that, you only twirled a butter knife in-between your fingers as you watched Ari & Clark talk & laugh with one another. What you could give to be a table or two closer to hear their conversation, but you couldn’t risk being discovered.

            Their server returned to clear their plates before offering them another menu. You knew it to be the dessert menu as it was smaller than the dinner menu.

            Clark seemed to order for the both of them before the server departed. You pushed your plate of food to the side, your appetite non-existent.

            “Would you like the check?” Your server asked as they came to take your plate of food.

            “Sure.” You replied, not thinking.

            You remained sat there for a while, watching endlessly as Clark & Ari shared a slice of what appeared to be huckleberry cheesecake. Your fingers were tapping impatiently on top of the table.

            Where the hell was the server with my check? You thought internally. You needed to be out of there & out front before Ari & Clark left themselves.

            When your server appeared before, but for a nearby table, you threw your arm out as discreetly as possible.

            “Excuse me, I’ve been waiting for the check.”

            “Oh.” The server frowned, “I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten to tell you. But your bill was already paid for.”

            The server disappeared without another word, leaving you confused.

            What? But you hadn’t paid. You knew you hadn’t. However, you then realized that it was likely either Nicola who covered your bill or the restaurant itself. Accepting it for what it was without any further questions, you departed from the restaurant. Crossing the street, you lingered behind a light pole, waiting for Ari & her date to appear. You genuinely hoped this would be the end. After all, Ari told you she only offered dinner. What else could they possibly do?

            Apparently, a walk along the riverbank was on their agenda.

            While they walked on the sidewalk closest to the river, you walked along the elevated sidewalk parallel to them. You could see them over the railing as you trailed behind their steps. If Ari did ever sense you, she would not think to look up, only behind. It was getting darker out at this point. The time on your phone said it was nearly 8:30.

            You had a few text messages from Nicola, likely waiting for your call to update her, but you would have to do that in the morning. Right then, your priority was never letting Ari out of your sight.

            There was few people on the riverbank. Ari & Clark walked alongside one another as they spoke to one another. You weren’t close enough to make out their words but close enough to hear their voices. Ari was the one who spoke most of the time. Her voice was often carried lightly followed by her pathetically innocent giggles. It made you groan internally every time. If she weren’t your cousin, you’d destroy that naivete mercilessly. But she needed to grow a tough skin on her own, so you’d let her.

            At some point during the walk, Clark made a bold move. He reached your cousin’s hand. Ari smiled up at him & accepted the gesture, tangling her fingers with his. It made your stomach roll.

            He was so large. She looked like a child compared to him. He could overpower her easily, muffle her screams without thought. Ari had no clue how much danger she was potentially putting herself in. It was only a good thing you made the executive decision to follow her tonight. Because if that mountain of a man tried anything, you’d be right there to kick his ass. And it’d be your absolute pleasure.

            But then what happened next made your heart stop.

            Clark gently pulled Ari to a stop. They faced one another & you watched in horror as he cupped her face. Ari was staring up at him with stars in her eyes.

            “Oh, fuck no.” You mumbled quietly.

            Yanking out your phone from your pocket, you quickly dialed Ari’s number. The sidewalk lit up with the sounds of a classical French tune coming from Ari’s purse.

            She frowned at that, apologizing to Clark before reaching into her purse.

            You dropped to the ground to hide behind a flower bed as she picked up your phone call.

            “What is it?” She asked.

            “How’s it going?”

            “Like you care.”

            “I do, Ari.” You insisted, trying to sound calm, cool, & collected, “I can’t help but just make sure you’re okay. You didn’t even tell me where you’re going tonight.”

            Ari sighed at that before she softly responded, “Well, it’s going good.”

            “Good, good.” You lied, peeking over the flower bed. At this point, she had walked a few feet away from Clark as she spoke on the phone with you. “And where are you? When will you be home?”

            “We’re walking along the river right now. And I don’t know, within the hour. I have class in the morning.”

            “Okay,” you breathed out, “well, if you need me to send a car, I will.”

            “No, thank you.” Ari laughed softly at that, “Clark will be dropping me off.”

            Oh. “Oh.” You responded, “Okay. Don’t be late. If you’re not back within the hour I won’t apologize for sending out a search party.”

            “Oh my gosh, okay, mom.”

            “Be safe.” You added, “And don’t kiss. Not on the first date. If you really want him you’ll make him work for it.”

            You didn’t actually want Clark to work for it, you just didn’t want Ari to let him in so easily.

            “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, _____.”

            “Night.” Then you hung up.

            You continued peeking up over the flowers. Ari was a good couple yards away from Clark, closer to you than him. But as she walked towards him your own phone began to ring. And it was ringing, not buzzing.

            7 Rings by Ariana Grande began blaring from your phone & you quickly clutched your phone from your pocket, racing to silence it. Once you had, you held your breath, listening for Ari.

            “Everything alright?” Clark hollered from a few feet away.

            “Yeah…” Ari’s voice returned, but she sounded suspicious, “It’s nothing.”

            “What is it?” You heard his footfalls approach her.

            “I just thought I heard my cousin’s ringtone.”

            “Your cousin? The one you told me about?”

            “Yeah, she, uh. She just called me but…she’s at home.”

            Clark grunted at that, a smile in his voice, “She the type to follow you?”

            Fuck. You began to crouch away from their location. You had to get out of sight. As you did, you glanced at your phone furiously. You swore you had silenced it. And when you checked it, you confirmed that it was indeed in silent mode. So, how?

            Ari scoffed, “Actually, yes.”

            “A control-freak, isn’t she.” It wasn’t a question.

            “Yeah.” Ari replied irritably, “She is.”

            “Think she’s up there.” You imagined him gesturing to the sidewalk you were on above them.

            “Only one way to find out.”

            At that, you stood up & raced towards the road where traffic was. They’d have to walk back down the sidewalk to take the incline walk up to where you were hiding. You’d have to be quick if you were going to get away.

            Quickly, you raised your hand & hailed a cab. It barely came to a stop when you flung the door open & dived inside, slamming the door shut behind you. Rushing out the address to your apartment, you pressured the driver to move fast.

            As he pulled away from the curb, you finally raised your head up enough to look out the window. As you rode away from the river walkway, you watched Ari & Clark stood where you were once hidden, Ari glancing around as Clark watched her.

            You breathed out a sigh of relief. Normally, you wouldn’t have cared if you had gotten caught, but if she knew you were following her she’d only grow to be more secretive. And that you couldn’t have.

            Once the cab turned the corner, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Ari was calling. You ignored the call, not wanting to feed into your suspicions. As much as you loathed having to go back home & wait for her there, it was your safest bet to ensure her trust.

            Your phone stopped buzzing then so you opened it, checking your call log. Her name was in red. That was not surprising, but what was surprising was the missed call just beneath hers. It was the missed call that had caused your phone to suddenly blare your ringtone.

            And in red, the missed call was marked as ‘unkown’.

            You were antsy waiting for Ari to come back to the apartment. As soon as you got inside, you quickly went to your room & took a quick two minute shower so your hair would be wet & drying by the time she got home. Then you changed into some comfy pj’s before entering the living room. You put on a random movie & muted it, listening intently for Ari’s key in the door. But as you mindlessly watched the scenes of the movie before you unfold, you finally heard a pair of footfalls sound in the hallway.

            Unmuting the movie, you raised from your spot on the couch & crossed to the door, peering into the peep-hole.

            Sure enough, Ari was there. Clark right beside her.

            That bastard.

            “Thank you for walking me to my door.” Ari smiled at Clark as he returned her grin.

            “Thank you for a wonderful date.”

            “I had a lot of fun.” She admitted, reaching into her purse to pull out her keys.

            “Me, as well.”

            You felt your nails dig into the material of the door as you watched them. But just as Ari was about to put her keys into the door, Clark placed a hand on her wrist, stopping her.

            He then gently pushed her against the door, blocking the peep-hole.

            No!

            Uncaring about the furious look you’d get from Ari, you quickly unlatched the door & swung it open. Ari would’ve had to catch herself on the door frame if it hadn’t been for Clark securing her stance with an arm around your waist.

            “_____!” Ari exclaimed as she spun around in Clark’s arm to stare wide-eyed at you.

            You forced a pleasant smile on your face as you stared at the two of them, “I thought you were having trouble with the lock. My bad.”

            Ari gave you a knowing glare but didn’t comment further.

            “You must be Clark.” You turned your attention to the mountain man behind her.

            “And you’re _____.”

            “Yes, we’ve met.” You replied in a sickly sweet manner, though it was clear you were being anything but.

            “I remember.” He replied, his eyes darkening as he stared at you over the top of Ari’s head.

            “Thanks for getting her home, I got it from here.”

            You then snatched Ari by the wrist & yanked her inside.

            “_____!” Ari reprimanded but you ignored her as you pushed her further into the apartment behind you.

            “Have a good night, Clark.”

            Clark opened his mouth to respond but before he could you slammed the door on his face, securing the door with the lock.

            “I cannot believe you just did that!” Ari stared wide-eyed at you in disbelief.

            “Oh, please. If he really likes you he won’t care.”

            “Uh, yes, he will.” She bit back, “Anyone would care if they were so rudely treated like that.”

            “He’ll be fine.” You dismissed her concerns.

            “You’re such a bitch.” Ari finally breathed out, her purse hanging loosely in her hands.

            You rolled your eyes, returning to the living room to turn off the TV, “Yes, Ari, I am. Nothing new there.”

            As you made to leave for your bedroom though, she stopped you with a question.

            “Did you follow me tonight?”

            Spinning on your heel, you gave her a ridiculous look, “Are you serious, Ari?”

            “Did you?” She repeated, crossing her arms.

            “No, Ari, I didn’t follow you. I got better things to do than stalk you & your date.”

            You could tell she didn’t believe you. But if she attempted to challenge it you knew she would have no evidence to back it up.

            “I can take care of myself.”

            “Okay.” You nodded but didn’t agree.

            “Do not ever interfere with my date like that again.”

            You shrugged, “Okay.”

            Rolling her eyes, Ari brushed shoulders with yours as she passed you by, “I’m going to bed. And I’m calling Clark to apologize again for you actions.”

            “Whatever, Ari.” You waved her away as you made for your own bedroom, “Sweet dreams.”

            With that, the both of you disappeared within your respective bedrooms, doors slamming shut.

            In your bedroom, you approached the windows that overlooked the front of the building. You watched as Clark appeared 12 stories below, heading towards a sleek black town car. As he rounded to the driver’s side though, he paused. Then looked up.

            You steeled yourself. You were much to high above him for him to truly see you but you felt it. Those eyes, watching you, seeing you. Much like they had the first night you felt them in the club, watching you from below.

            Not waiting for him to get into his car. You snagged the sheer pink curtains & tugged them closed.

            Pleased with yourself for preventing Ari from getting physical with the stranger, you collapsed onto your bed, a prideful smile on your face.

            Clark, zero. Me, two.

            If Ari insisted on seeing Clark again, you’d be sure to ruin every chance she had. If Clark really wanted your cousin, he’d have to go through you first. And you were a force to be reckoned with.

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[another-bryk-in-the-wall]

Coast (Brian May x f!reader)

i am being cringe fail and writing rpf cause my brain is empty but my heart is full of love for the space poodle.

please enjoy. or don't. i'm not the police.

warning: tooth rotting fluff, rpf

words: 1000

*

“That’s it. I have enough. Pack your things, love, we are gonna drive out.”

Two days ago, Brian had come home from yet another exhausting trip. This time the band had to venture to New York for discussion of new songs, new albums, new tours, new this, new that… Everything new, produce this, do that, and not a single ‘thank you’ was muttered for making the company millions in revenue. They didn’t even book the band some fancy hotel rooms. No no no, they had to save money too. And the worst for Brian? The city. The light pollution was so bad, he couldn’t even see the night sky from his tiny balcony. The whole city smelt like weed, alcohol and piss mixed with vomit. Everyone at the subway stations looked like they’d rather throw themselves on the rails than spend another day in the office. Charming.

To put it short, Brian was pissed when he came back home.

A mutual friend who owned a bit of land an hour and a half away from London was called, arrangements were made quickly, and before you knew it, you were on the road with a stressed Brian. He needed nature so badly, longing for it after only seeing concrete and asphalt these past few weeks. His ears were longing for the songs of the birds early in the morning, maybe even getting woken up by a rooster. His nose was longing for something different than the stench of the city. His eyes were longing for a bright green landscape. But most of all, he was longing for you.

Thankfully the weather forecast seemed good, unusually good for England. On the way to the cabin, it didn’t rain a single drop, the only sound heard was the singing of Brian to the songs on the radio.

At this moment, you mean everything

You in that dress, oh my thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

“Look Brian, if you have some needs, you have to speak them out loud.”, you couldn’t help yourself, teasing your love next to you. A smile spread over his face and he just had to laugh. Everything you said and did made him so happy. The rose coloured glasses hadn’t gone away, even after so many years.

“Not here, not in the car! Imagine someone sees us and takes a picture!”, Brian faked shock, but you both knew you were even wilder when Queen wasn’t that big. So many fucks in bar bathrooms, behind bars, whenever a few minutes of passion fit into his busy schedule. One time you even did it in a studio, but never again after Freddie complained about the wet spot he accidentally sat on. Oh no, you had spilt your coke before, you had quickly apologized and got a towel to clean the seat. For whatever reason, Freddie believed you. Roger’s quirked eyebrow and his elbow into Brian’s side spoke of a different chain of thought. John was just disappointed, but that was nothing new with the antics you two pulled from time to time.

“You got a point there.”

*

From the cabin, you were able to hear the sea, a sound Brian had missed just as much. Unpacking and getting to know the place you were in, you both were pleasantly surprised. The cabin consisted of one main room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. And a small conservatory, big enough to dine in, with a small couch facing the sea.  It was enough for you, enough to calm down and relax. Enough to get away from the craziness that is your life.

After a quick errand run into the nearest town, evening drew close. Together you had cooked a pasta dish Brian loved, some creamy sauce with broccoli and even more herbs. Dinner was served in the conservatory, the stars as witness to how good the pasta tasted.

“Love…”, Brian started halfway through the previously silent meal, piquing her attention, “Could you imagine living like this? Out in the countryside, around us barely anything but nature? Maybe own a few animals?”

You thought for a moment, imagining yourself in this situation. Brian was looking after the sheep you had bought together, bleating heard from all over. For whatever reason he was shirtless and sweaty as he commanded the herd, making sure they were safe and sound. Oh,  dominant, shirtless, sweaty man, even better, YOUR man…

“Earth to (Y/N), Earth to (Y/N), are you still here?”, Brian’s laughter ripped you out of your thoughts, joining him in his laughter.

“Sorry, I just imagined you as a hot farmer!” “Hot farmer! You think that’s something I could pull off?”

“Of course! Brian, my dear, you would make a brilliant farmer! Even better than what Paul McCartney did back in the 70s.”

“Hmmm…maybe? Who knows…”

“And if you suck at farming, we’ll dye your hair white and put you into the stable with the sheep. It’s not like there’d be much of a difference.”

“Hey!”

*

The morning sun tickled your nose, shining through the cracks of the curtains. Despite having two blankets, Brian managed to ditch his own and got under yours, his arms wrapped around your middle. He was a human radiator, spreading warmth and comfort no matter where you were. You smiled at the feeling of pure love spreading through your body and moved into his touch, your body melting against his. It felt as if you were made for each other in every possible sense. The familiar feeling of Brian next to you could calm every bad thought, as they didn’t matter as long as you were with him. The familiarity of him was something you longed and missed so much when he was on tour or whatever trip they had to do for the band, yet there was something exciting and new whenever he came back. Every tour brought something new out of him, something new that you were excited to find and figure out. If this trip was the same? You had yet to discover.

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Be Mine - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: speed dating, strangers to lovers, heavy petty, valentines day special

word count: 5.6k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1424350312-be-mine-hazel

vibe: “Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass.

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa.

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.

Masterlist

“Bucky Barnes, man you’re lookin’ good,” Sam drawled, a sly smile creeping its way across his face.

“Shut up,” Bucky mumbled, nervously running his hand over the long scruff on his cheeks.

He hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, desperately trying to make his large frame look less intimidating. Dropping his head, he stared at the toe of his boot as he scuffed it along the wooden floor of his apartment.

“Don’t know why the hell I let you talk me into this,” he added, his brows drawing down into a petulant scowl.

“‘Cause I’m your friend and you love me,” Sam replied sweetly, throwing his arm around Bucky and drawing the reluctant super soldier tightly against him. “You gotta get back out there, charm those ladies like it’s 1942.”

“Friends don’t put each other into situations like this,” Bucky grumbled, his jaw clenching tightly as he glared at Sam out of the corner of his eye.

“Quit being a toddler. You’re acting like we’re gonna fight someone. It’s not Madripoor, or Seoul, or that time in Belize…”

“I’d rather be back in Belize.”

Sam threw his head back with a cackle and slapped his hand between Bucky’s shoulders. “Whatever, big guy, come on. We don’t wanna be late.”

Bucky spent the whole subway ride with a scowl etched onto his face, deepening every time he caught a glimpse of Sam’s grin in his peripherals. 

The annoying part of  this was, the longer he’d been friends with the guy, the more that grin wore him down. 

“Stop it.” 

“I ain’t doin’ anything, man. You stop it.” 

Sam’s toothy smile grew two times wider and he nudged Bucky’s shoulder as they shuffled off the train at Prince Street Station. 

“This thing would be in Soho,” Bucky muttered, following Sam out onto the sidewalk. 

“Hey! No more complaining. For all you know you might meet a nice girl or guy… or alien I guess, it is 2024, and then you’ll be thanking me.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Sam. Sure, Sam. Just run my life for me, Sam.” 

“Someone’s gotta,” Sam replied just as they stopped outside a coffee shop. Bucky eyed the big A-frame sign advertising the Valentine’s speed dating event and sucked in a breath. 

Here goes nothing.

The sound in there alone was enough to have him turning tail but Sam caught his arm when he made an attempt and gave him a stern look that rang out loud and clear, stay put soldier, that's an order.

Bucky watched as a herd of women fixed their dresses and shirts, chatting politely with the people next to them and sipping on drinks as men lurked in corners, with wide eyes scanning the crowd as they downed beers in feeble attempts to find their courage. Bucky wanted to melt into the wall with them but Sam tugged him toward an empty high table and had the waitress grab them drinks before they even settled in. 

An eclectic looking woman in a bright green patterned dress and thick brimmed purple glasses stepped up on the tiny, open mic stage in the corner and tapped the mic loudly to get everyone's attention. The coffee shop dulled to a murmur as she started to explain how the speed dating would work.

Her nasal whine drilled into Bucky’s brain and he downed the remains of his beer, wishing for all the world that the burn of the alcohol would actually stick this time. He was struggling to form a coherent thought so he had no idea how he’d manage to hold a half-decent conversation. As if someone had heard his desperate pleas, Miss Green Dress came unknowingly to his rescue.

“We know it can be intimidating sometimes, to answer questions from strangers,” she droned, “so make sure you pick up one of our handy yes/no paddles before the first bell rings.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and he began to move towards the table that held the paddles but Sam’s hand on his elbow stopped him.

“Wait a second, tin man, there’s no way you’re getting out of communicating with real life people.”

"If the lady says to grab a paddle, I'm gonna grab a paddle," Bucky countered, crossing his arms over his chest and staring Sam down as if to say what are you gonna do about it?

"Just promise me you'll actually talk to these people, and I mean talk, Barnes. None of the weird little cyborg grunts I've learnt how to interpret." 

On instinct, Bucky flexed and curled the fingers of his left hand. The leather of his glove creaked quietly as it stretched and Bucky sighed. One glance of the Vibranium and his dates were bound to hop out of their seats like their asses were on fire. 

"If you don't want them to see, you don't have to show them," Sam said. He was speaking in his counselor voice and Bucky hated that Sam could read him like a book.

Bucky sighed softly as he looked around the room again. “They’ll either run or ask me a bunch of questions that I’ll never be able to answer.”

Sam smirked and gently nudged his friend. “You have a bit of a following, you know.”

Bucky only grumbled. “That’s what worries me.”

“I’ve seen some of those messages you get, man those people are crazy,” Sam continued, but his teasing was softened by the sympathetic look in his eyes. “Just…give it a shot and if you really need to get out of here we will, ok?”

Bucky let out a world-weary sigh. “OK.”

“Atta boy, come on, let’s go.” Sam handed him another beer and tilted his head towards the line of tables, where a plethora of women were starting to take their seats.

"Remember, if you are sitting facing the coffee bar, you'll be staying in your seats. If you're facing away, you'll be moving on the ring of the bell," the woman called out loudly, making Bucky wince as he found his seat; James Barnes printed on a little card already thanks to Sam signing them up a week earlier.

The tables were decorated for the event; pink checked table cloths and tiny pink paper hearts scattered across the top. Between him and his first partner, a petite brunette woman with thick bangs and a nose stud, sat a small vase with a single rose. Bucky eyed the tattoos peaking out from the woman's collar and sleeves and gulped, feeling way in over his head already.

"My names Cassie," she introduced herself with a sharp smile. 

"Bucky," he swallowed thickly and palmed his beer bottle. 

"So what are you into?" She jumped right into the questions and all Bucky could think about was the bell ringing, how soon would it happen? Could he ring it if he felt threatened? There was an astounding lack of rules happening, "Like in the bedroom?" 

And boundaries. 

"Uh," he looked around for Sam who was laughing with a pretty blonde girl across the room.

Bucky could feel sweat on the back of his neck as he messed with the label on his beer bottle. 

“You’re not a talker, are you?” Cassie grinned.

It was tensely quiet for a moment before Bucky lifted his paddle with the “no” facing towards his partner.

“Ah, I see. The strong silent type. My kinda guy,” she purred.

Bucky jumped a mile in the air and almost threw his beer across the room as her foot began to stroke its way up his shin. He’d never been more relieved to hear a bell in his life.

Cassie blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she moved onto the next table and Bucky shot daggers at Sam across the room, his nostrils flaring as his so called friend laughed and gestured for him to turn around. 

The next woman in front of him looked a little tamer, if he took her ridiculously low cut top out of the equation. His eyes dipped momentarily — he may have been an ex-assassin, but he was a hot-blooded man first — before he caught himself and met her eye with a tight-lipped smile. 

"So, how many kids do you wa—"

Bucky stared at her wide-eyed and took a long pull of his beer.

"Nope. Next!"

"You're Bucky Barnes," The red head sneered before she even sat down at the table. "That's incredible, show me it."

Bucky stared at her for a moment, her green eyes predatory as they roved over his arm and down to his hand. 

"Show you what?" His brows kissed in frustration. 

"The vibranium arm," she leaned over on the table. "There are bets that it's not real, that the government made it up as a fear tactic." She rambled and Bucky tensed, "I mean we all know you're some kind of science experiment," she continued. "Fear mongering doesn't work when you make the poster child for it with thick thighs," the girl looked under the table and winked at Bucky. 

"I..." he was uncomfortable but wasn't sure what to say to her. 

"Excuse me," a sweet voice floated over the table, "you're in my seat."

Red looked up and looked incredulously at the owner of the voice before turning back to Bucky.

"I said, you're in my seat," the voice repeated, the sweetness dropped a notch.

Bucky's attention was now on the curvaceous blonde who grasped the chair from under the red head and tipped her off. "I said this is my seat, now clear off."

The downed redhead crawled to the next chair, picked up her stuff and disappeared through the cafe.

"Hi Gorgeous, my name's Hazel, pleased to meet you."

Bucky felt himself relax for the first time since he'd taken his seat.

He gave the woman a small smile and nodded in thanks for getting rid of the other woman. “I’m Bucky,” he said quietly as he eyed the now torn off label of his beer.

Hazel smiled at him, her blonde hair bobbed just above her shoulders as she flattened down the skirt of her dress. A pink number with puffy sleeves and a full skirt. 

“How have your dates been so far?” Hazel asked. His eyes flicked down to the corner of her lips where they tugged upwards ever so slightly. Heat crawled up his neck as he took a pull from his beer. 

“Do people not know what boundaries are anymore?” He said after a moment. Hazel stared at him before bursting into a chuckle.

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head and making her blonde bob dance around her ears. “That guy in the blue turtleneck offered me $50 to go home with him.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna kick his ass,” Bucky muttered, semi-rising from his chair, only half joking.

A light touch on his left arm stopped him and the amused twinkle in Hazel’s eyes had him smiling back at her without even realising.

“I don’t need a champion, Bucky, but I appreciate the gesture,” Hazel said, holding out her bottle of beer to clink against his own.

“Ok,” Bucky shrugged as he chimed their bottles together before taking a swig. “Let’s get started then. You wanna go first?”

Hazel scrunched up her nose and tapped her finger against her pouted lips a couple of times. Her eyes lit up before turning a little devilish and Bucky found himself eager to hear what she’d thought of to ask him.

“You know, I could really use a recommendation and you’re just the guy to ask. So…what’s your favourite brand of metal polish?”

Bucky surprised himself with the laugh that escaped him and he didn't miss the proud little smile on Hazel's face, obviously pleased that her question tickled him. 

"Y'know, I'm not a fussy guy," he replied, "I'll take anythin' that'll make it shine." 

"The arm or your eyes?" 

"Hello, smooth talker," Bucky chuckled, "you been talkin' to all the guys like that?" 

Hazel shook her head, flashing him a beaming smile. A wisp of her blonde hair fell across her eyes with the movement and Bucky itched to reach out and tuck it behind her ear, only stopping himself when Hazel leant forward, chin resting in her hand. 

"Guess it's my turn again, huh?"

"What's your favorite drink?" Bucky asked her and felt himself leaning into her smile.

"Espresso Martini," she cooed. 

Bucky raised his hand in the air and a waitress scooted around a table where the dates were screaming at one another, "how can I help?" She asked. 

"Can you get my date an espresso martini please?" He asked and the waitress opened her mouth to explain that she may not be here by the time the drink was made. "She'll be here," Bucky nodded. 

The waitress shrugged and ducked back into the chaos around her. 

"Seems I've met my match," Hazel stared over at him.

Bucky smirked at her as the bell rang, holding her gaze. 

"Time to swap," the next dater spoke from behind Hazel.

"Not happening," Bucky replied, his eyes never leaving hers, as Hazel responded, "He's taken."

As the waitress placed the drink beside Hazel, she shrugged to the disgruntled dater and advised her to move past. "I've bigger fish to fry," she muttered, the couple who had screamed through their date were now heckling each other from several tables apart.

"So, where were we?" Hazel asked, raising her glass in toast to Bucky.

Bucky raised his bottle leaning the neck forward to softly clink her glass, taking a swig as he watched her pink-tinted plump lips part as she brought her glass up to her mouth. 

“I believe you have the floor now,” he smiled, watching her blue eyes sparkle under the soft yellow lighting. 

“Okay serious question now, promise” she winked, “how are you finding the modern world?”

Bucky let out a long breath and chuckled to himself. "It definitely ain't the 40's anymore darlin'." 

Blue eyes regarded him as she tilted her head to the side. "That daunting huh?" 

"And more." He said giving her a lopsided smile. "It's not just the technology that's changed, ya know? It's people too. The way people treat eachother. In some ways the world is a lot more accepting and in others..." His voice trailed off. 

"Like we're always fighting each other for someone else's agenda?" She finished for him.

“Exactly,” he agreed.

He leaned back in his seat and appraised her as he tilted back his bottle and swallowed a mouthful of beer. Hazel did the same, winking at him over the rim of her martini glass and he felt himself flush under her scrutiny. He liked it. 

“What made you come here tonight?” He asked.

“Nancy asked me to make up numbers,” she shrugged, nodding her head towards the organiser in the green dress. “She minded my baby for me last week so I owed her one.”

“Oh?” Bucky raised his eyebrow. “What’s your baby called?”

“Trevor. He’s a total asshole but I adore him,” Hazel gushed. “He’ll sulk for days if I leave him with anyone other than Nancy.”

“Yeah,” Bucky swallowed awkwardly. “I guess kids can be funny like that.”

“Kid?” Hazel threw her head back and cackled. “Trevor’s my cat!”

"Oh...OH!" Bucky chuckled, feeling a little bashful over the misunderstanding. But then with Hazel's laugh, Bucky couldn't help the way his own grew louder. 

Hazel's shoulders shook as she tapered off into a giggle and her eyes creased at the corners, lashes glistening with unshed tears. She was gorgeous, her whole personality infectious and Bucky was more than ready to throw caution to the wind, steal her away from this stupid event. 

"I, uh... I like cats..." Bucky said suddenly, voice going up like it was a question, and the laughter started all over again. He hadn't felt this loose, his heart this full of something that wasn't dread or fear, in years.

"You do?" Hazel perked up and her soft smile curled to the side. 

"I have one," Bucky nodded, "Alpine. Sweet little thing. Feisty too."

"Like father, like daughter, clearly." She teased, her finger rolling down the stem of her glass. "Can I meet her sometime?"

"I'd like that," Bucky smiled at her. "You look amazing in that dress by the way."

"What? This little ole thing?" she quoted. "It's fabulous dahling, I was always told 'go big or go home'. The best advice I've ever been given."

"Who told you that?" Bucky asked curiously.

"My Nan," Hazel smiled at the memory, pausing to take another sip from her glass.

“Must’ve been one wonderful woman as well,” he offered with a tender smile. 

“That she was. And, thank you.” Hazel smiled back, eyes glossy. 

“So Mr. Barnes, I think we’ve defeated speed-dating. Very succesfully, if I might add,” she winked at the soft laugh that slipped from Bucky’s lips. 

Hazel moved her hand and rested it softly atop his and he was absolutely certain from the little twitch upwards at the corner of her lips, that she could see the flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

“You think your partner back there would mind if we took our drinks somewhere else?”  she asked pointing Sam’s way with her plush lips.

"Wouldn't care if he did." Bucky grinned, taking another swig of his beer, "what about you? Do you think Nancy is gonna flip if you leave?" 

Hazel glanced over her shoulder at Nancy, too busy calming down a woman. "Nah, she's got her hands full." Those same blue eyes flickered back to him and his heart skipped a beat he was sure of it.

“Well then,” Bucky grinned, hopping up and sliding around the table to Hazel’s side because he was nothing if not a gentleman. He held out his warm hand out for her and something lit up inside him, a sparkling, soft glow in the darkness, as Hazel’s fingers curled around his. 

She giggled as she stood, straightening out the skirt of her dress with her free hand and Bucky took a moment to really take her in. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.” 

Bucky shrugged shyly, face warm as Hazel beamed up at him. If only he couldn’t see Sam giving him two goofy thumbs up over her head.

"Okay maybe walk a little faster though," Hazel giggled when Nancy gasped from the left of the room. 

The two of them made their way out onto the street in a bundle of laughs and quickened steps as Nancy yelled from the door of the shop. Hazel's cute pink dress was a mess in the wind from their scurried steps and Bucky couldn't help but laugh when he looked over at her to find her hair a mess around her beautiful face. 

"Here," he angled himself in front of her, blocking her from the breeze and used both hands to push the hair from her face. "Much better," he smiled, unaware or unbothered by the proximity of their lips as she stared up at him with light dancing across her blue eyes. 

"Thanks," she said, her cheeks turning red.

"Any time, beautiful" Bucky voiced as he stroked her flushed cheek tenderly with his gloved thumb.

"Now who's the smooth talker," Hazel laughed, so sweet and melodic Bucky hoped he could hear it everyday. 

"Still got something," he chuckled. "Where to next?" 

"Well, there's a small bar not far from here. Cozy booths we could sit side by side in... or across from each other you know, your choice." Her eyes shifted from his lips to his eyes and back, and it took every bit of willpower in him not to kiss her right there. 

"You really think I'm gonna wanna sit anywhere but right next to ya?" He said, moving his hands reluctantly from her face to offer his hand once more. "Lead the way darlin'."

Hazel grinned up at him. "Do you trust me?" 

He saw a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as he glanced down at her but something fluttered in his chest that made him feel like he could actually trust this woman. "and if I say yes?" 

She smirked and tugged on his hand, leading him further down the street. "Then you'd make my night." 

He couldn't help but laugh as they continued to walk in silence. One that didn't feel pressured or awkward. It was just the two of them enjoying each other's presence. Hazel stopped outside of a small brownstone and looked back at him. 

"This doesn't look like a bar, darlin'." He raised a brow. 

"That's because it's my apartment." Hazel bit her bottom lip softly as she looked up at him. "I figured if we wanted some place quiet that this might be the best spot and besides...I do need to feed Trevor."

Bucky didn't realise he could raise his eyebrow as high as he just did, blinking down at Hazel as his lips curved into a smirk. 

“You’re bold,” he murmured darkly, “I like it.” 

“My God, I thought you were about to run for the hills,” Hazel breathed, smacking him lightly on the arm — the left one. 

“Sweetheart, the day I run from a gorgeous woman like you will be the day I need my brain fixed… again.” 

Hazel’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she chuckled quietly and Bucky couldn’t help himself as his fingers found her jaw again,  the pad of his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. 

“Last chance to back out,” she offered but Bucky shook his head. 

“You promised a cat,” he grinned.

“That I did, soldier.” She unlocked the door and led him inside. Locking it behind them as she entered. 

The place was cute, decorated in more color than Bucky had ever seen in his entire life. Completely out of place, the most scraggly cat he had ever laid eyes on. Trevor looked like he had gone five rounds with a wood chipper. 

“He was an alley cat,” Hazel set her purse on the long teal hallway table between a hot pink vase full of fake flowers and a funky looking bowl for her keys. “Believe it or not, Trevor is in better shape than he’s ever been.” 

“I’m sensing a theme,” Bucky teased, squatting before the cat and offering his hand. 

“I promise I don’t make a habit of bringing home strays,” Hazel laughed and her fingers ran through Bucky’s hair as she passed. The sensation curled his toes and forced his eyes upward to where she was disappearing around the corner. Nothing but pink tulle and long gorgeous legs.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath and almost crawled after her until he managed to gather enough of his wits about himself to clamber to his feet.

He padded after her into a small kitchen, careful to keep his steps heavy so as not to startle her with his usual light-footed gait. The orange and hot pink accents in the room should have clashed but somehow they didn’t. They were perfectly Hazel. She turned to face him, a bottle of white wine in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and a cheeky smile on her beautiful face.

Bucky nodded his head towards the whiskey and stepped further into the kitchen as she busied about, pouring them both a glass. Handing him a cut glass tumbler with a healthy measure of amber liquid inside, she raised her wine glass in a wordless toast before taking a sip. Bucky was mesmerised at the way her tongue darted out to capture the stray droplet of wine that lingered on her bottom lip.

Before he even took a sip of the whiskey warmth filled his chest. He hadn't expected to take away anything from the ridiculous spectacle that was speed dating but here he stood, bashful and anxious before a beautiful woman who was anything but those two things. 

She set her wine glass down and pulled out a tiny can that had Trevor sounding off like a fire alarm as she struggled to open it. Bucky moved forward in an offer to help but her blue eyes flickered up to him in warning. Eventually she got the lid popped and fed Trevor as Bucky stood and watched her care for the mangled, scruffy looking alley cat. 

"You stand out like a sore thumb in here," she teased, looking up at him again before moving around the counter and ushering him through the house. 

"I'll confess I feel like one," he said as she sat across from him with her legs tucked under her. 

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip, saddened that she had curled away from him. Desperate to touch all of sudden. Like a love sick puppy, touch starved and wanting.

“Not enough to scare you I hope,” Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass. 

“Quite the opposite,” he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa. 

“Good, I think we’d balance each other out perfectly,” she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine. 

Her delicate fingers traced along the leather of his gloves and her eyes followed like she was lost in thought before she spoke again. 

“You know, you don’t have to hide with me.” Her blue eyes found his once more as her fingers curled into his. “I’m not saying you *have* to take them off if you don’t want to, just wanted you to know you were, safe." She finished with a smile so tender and genuine that he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest.

Bucky smiled and looked down at his hands. He always kept his gloves on unless he was in his apartment or on a mission if he needed to use the arm for strength. Licking his lips, he flexed one hand. "Thank you..." he told her. It was tempting to show her, to relax the worry in his mind. But he didn't want to frighten her either.

She continued to talk, her voice soft and lilting, and Bucky found himself mesmerised by her animated features and expressive hands. A rogue strand of hair was the only thing that interrupted her monologue as it flopped insistently over her forehead. Hazel crossed her eyes endearingly and pursed her lips to blow it out of the way with a chuckle of laughter that turned into a huff as it immediately returned.

Without a second thought Bucky reached forwards and stroked it gently out of her way, tucking the blonde strand behind her ear. The feel of her warm skin against his fingertips was heavenly and then he stilled with the realisation that he’d taken off his gloves. 

“There you are,” Hazel murmured, a smile of pure delight on her face as she leaned into the touch of his hand.

He can’t remember the last time he’d used his hands for such a soft gesture, for someone to see him so metaphorically naked and not be fazed in the slightest. 

“Hi,” he breathed, fingers still lingering on her cheek. 

“Hi, handsome,” Hazel whispered and then, “can I?” 

She gestured for his other hand and Bucky nodded, letting Hazel lead as she slid her palm along the vibranuim plates of his, her thumb stroking his wrist as if she’d feel a pulse there. And then he was cupping her cheeks, metal and flesh framing her perfect face.

"Do you feel anything?" She asks him and oddly enough he had never been posed with such a question. He had to think about it. 

Could he feel the softness of her skin, the warmth, the realness... or was it just his mind playing tricks on him. 

"It's not a trick question?" Hazel whispered, her eyes flickering back and forth over his expression. 

"I'm sort of sick of those," he leaned forward, their lips ghosting and breath tangling as he worked up the nerve to kiss her. "Questions are messy," he said. 

"You know what's not?" Hazel smiled and it made all the lines around her face crinkle, "kissing."

"I feel like-" Bucky started to say that it was messy, in fact kissing was the epitome of messy but Hazel was done conversation and her lips where colliding with his before he could protest further. They were delicate as she leaned into his touch and dragged her teeth over his bottom lip sending a thousand tiny shivers rolling through him like a wave. It had been a long time since he had been kissed, and even longer since anyone had turned him into knots the way Hazel was.

Bucky sighed softly as his eyes closed. He focused on the softness of her lips, the taste of her cherry chapstick. It wasn’t long before one hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, caressing her smooth skin with his thumb.

Hazel’s lips parted in a soft gasp as Bucky let himself get lost in the kiss. He licked into her mouth, deliberate and tentative all at once. He didn’t want to get this wrong, didn’t want to fuck up the first piece of human interaction to coax out the butterflies that had been hidden, scared away and buried away for the last 80 years. 

Hazel’s fingers skimmed along his jaw, scratching over the scruff of his stubble before they tangled into the fluff of hair behind his ears. 

Bucky’s breath hitched and someone made a keening little sound, muffled by lips and soft breaths. It wasn’t until Hazel moved in a little closer, kissed him a little softer, that he realised it was him.

His entire body was vibrating and he never wanted to let go of this feeling, to let go of her. He wanted to be here for as long as she would let him. 

His flesh hand found purchase in her hair, caressing her blond strands as their tongues danced together while he let his vibranium one travel down her neck. His metal fingers danced along her collarbone and arm as the sweet sounds of her muffled moans took over all of his senses. His hand stopped at her waist, grasping softly as he spoke into their kiss. 

“Need you closer, please.” He whined.

Hazel pulled away just enough to where she could speak. “Closer how, handsome?”

He couldn’t put his feelings into words; he was so intoxicated by her, as if the whiskey had actually overpowered the serum that ran through his veins. Sliding his hands lower he cupped her ass over the yards of silky chiffon and pulled her gently towards him.

Hazel laughed, a joyful, tinkling sound, as she let him guide her into straddling his thick thighs.

“Better?” She murmured, running her nose along the length of his jaw before ghosting her lips lightly over his.

“Much,” Bucky hummed as his palms dipped under the hem of Hazel’s dress, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. “Now, sweetheart… you and your gorgeous legs just sit pretty and let me love on you.” 

“Well, I know I can do that,” Hazel replied and Bucky could feel her smile, hear the quickening thud of her heart as he kissed her pillow-soft, dewy lips. 

There was nothing tentative about the kiss this time, he was determined to make Hazel feel good, to draw out every breath and gasp and moan like it was the only thing that mattered.

"I like you Hazel," Bucky huffed against her lips, needy for more but wanting to play every move carefully. "You surprised me."

"Is that a good," she tensed as his fingers tickled her thigh, "thing? You sound unsure."

"Oh darlin', it's a damn good thing I'm sure."

Hazel giggled softly as she ran one hand slowly through his hair, watching as the man beneath her practically melted. “You’re a little bit like a cat, yourself, you know that?” She smiled. “You practically vibrate when I touch you.”

“How can I not when you feel so good?” He rumbled, adding an extra purr to his words just to hear that laugh of hers again.

It worked. The peal of laughter she let out had his chest blooming with a warmth he’d not felt in years. His hands left her thighs, sliding up and around her back so that he could draw her close.

Hazel fit against his chest as if she’d been made for him, humming contentedly when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you, Bucky,” Hazel murmured softly, tilting up to press a series of sweet kisses along his jaw. Bucky sighed, warmth flooding his belly. 

“What for, pretty girl?” 

“I know you didn’t want to be at that event but you took a chance, you let me see you.” 

“Couldn’t really say no, Hazel. You had me from the moment you kicked that girl out of her seat.” Bucky chuckled, kissing her again. He couldn’t stop, didn’t *want* to stop. 

“You mean *my* seat,” Hazel replied, flashing him that cheeky grin.

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xiao zhan - iqiyi SBMS interview transcript 🎤

I uploaded the first part of it but it’s like 9 mins long on iqiyi. but here’s the whole Q&A portion. 🤍

hello friends of iqiyi drama, i am xiao zhan!

do you have a character traits of shengyang that you really like?

brave and fearless of difficulties, very positive, very sunny, i think he is very much like the person around everyone. i like this trait in him, like an ordinary person but it’s not just an ordinary person because of his ability in withstand pressure and his longing for a better life, his positive and upward attitude, his positive energy, he won’t be knocked down, not quite like an ordinary office worker when they feel being overwhelmed by the burden of work and life. that’s what attracts me.

everyone said that your interpretation of shengyang makes people feel no sense of distance, like someone you would meet at the subway station after get off work

that’s great. that means i have achieved the goal.

shengyang is xiao zhan in parallel universe. when interpreting this character, do you have a little habit you gave him?

actually, i am particularly afraid that others may say that— xiao zhan is shengyang in parallel time and space because this will make it easy for audience incorporate xiao zhan traits into the characters. but what i’m actually trying to say is — he has some experience in life that xiao zhan once had, similar places but actually when i was acting i will play him more outwardly, be more proactive but actually for myself i am relatively introverted person in my life so when playing him i will deliberately awaken all my positive energy. get up in the morning and give yourself some snail noodles.

the scenes where shengyang and jian bing ate snail noodles, did you improvise that?

right, that was not included in the script. it’s just bai jie is really powerful, because she is natural, very professional, so many times i act with her on set. so this one is actually, i just told her that i said “your mouth is dirty, would you like to wipe it?” so she said “you also have it on your mouth” but i don’t think there is anything on my lips, she said “there…there” so i said “ahh this is my mole” so this is entirely auspicious.

everyone says that shengyang is a “pure love warrior”. what do you think of the relationship between shengyang and jian bing

just like a line from my drama, independent from each other, no guessing, no limitation. i think these two are very independent personalities, colliding together.

when shengyang was pursuing his sister, there was no routine, the main focus is only sincerity. in your opinion which moment shengyang has entered his sister’s heart?

the scene where i took her to the rooftop. i think that was the turning point. although i watched it myself, when reading the script i would also think that shengyang is a bit lacking in vision. just take her with you and shout out whatever he say, make people shout out (out of blue) but i think this is also the characteristic of shengyang. he just very valuable, and if he feels you are unhappy then he will find a way to make you happy. if you think too much maybe it’s not shengyang anymore.

in your opinion, what are shengyang’s advantages in the blind date market?

i really don’t know about this. i have never had a blind date before

for example, he can provide emotional value to others, his work ability and survivability are also very strong, etc..

aren’t you finished talking about this? i think it’s possible that he respects others, i think he will think from a different perspective and then he will respect everyone.

can you share with us the scene where the children are led to shoot the commercial in the rain?

there are many children on site. you act with children together, you can’t put yourself in a position as an adult, if you use such a position to shoot with them, you will be torn apart and the children won’t listen to you. you need to turn yourself into a friend too. i will go talk to them, tell them that so on the set i was one of your big friends and then we will play together on site. don’t put too much pressure on them. i think this a state where the director is very skilled. i think it’s not just for shengyang. for each character the director uses a very beautiful lenses and lighting and then go tell a shoot. so i think this is where director xiao fei is very powerful.

do you have any small movements you designed for shengyang?

actually, sunshine by my side is a drama that flows through life. at the beginning, i was also very nervous when i was taking on this drama because i think how do you want to act as an ordinary person in life and then make everyone feel like they are not acting anymore. this is actually very difficult so the designing small actions is often the instinctive response, so i didn’t specifically say what i want to design but rather take natural reactions in the present moment.

what do you think is the secret that keeps shengyang energetic all the time?

actually, i don’t think there’s is any secret. the secret is to live like every person at work and we do it every day, even during my previous internship, i was also very tired. but when you get home, lie down and think about it. why you have to work, because it’s how life is right? so the next day i had to cheer myself up and then work harder. i see many people saying, why can’t shengyang have a golden fingers, can’t you just open a hook? i want to say, that in fact, most people in real life are like this.

can you share with us a lot of fun scenes with your parents in the drama this time?

actually, i really enjoy every scene with them. i feel very relaxed with the two teachers. the house that built is really like my childhood home, it’s look packed and old but in fact, it’s really comfortable. at first glance, it looks like meijuan and lao sheng really carefully took care of this house, so it would make me play with two teachers in that environment. i am very relaxed, i don’t have to think about many distractions, how am i supposed to act, how do i react. it seems like i live there with my parents. what are we going to do in this scene, we just need to remember one main purpose, many details follow your emotions, just follow the flows. it feels extremely great.

everyone says that shengyang is a cute sandwich snack. is there anything you want to respond to this?

when we were reading the script, including when we were filming, i think this is what happens to every family. including like me, xiao zhan himself. my parents also quarrel, and after the quarrel they would also call me because you can’t see each other at the time so just call each other and you are there to judge. i think, how can i judge this? each of them are sticks to their own view, and would said they had their own reason. so i can only mediate them in the middle, i would said “you guys calm down a bit” and said is it worth arguing over such a small matter, right? actually, it’s just like shengyang in the drama

is there any little wisdom you and shengyang learned about being sons?

just have a sweet mouth. have a sweeter one to coax on both sides.

do you think “romantic” is a label on him?

i think he is a person who is both practical and romantic. for example, he will do his best to create some surprises, like when he take jian bing to the rooftop, send her snail noodle. some of the more life-likes details which may not be as similar as some of the movies and tv dramas we have seen before, scene that creates a particularly romantic and large gift but i think this is actually adding a little bit to life.

is there any of shengyang daily outfits in the drama that you personally like more?

hoodie. because i wear those also in my daily life.

there is a kiwi character who appears frequently in the drama. everyone says that this character saved Shengyang’s life?

when we tried it on before i also asked myself, will this shirt appear many times? but later on we will discuss with the director. actually, we are based on character’s living environment. starting from his family environment and his upbringing environment. i think it’s important not to give everyone a lot of beautiful looks, just to say it add to the clothing design of shengyang because i don’t think it’s practical. in fact, his family background is not really that good. i remember when i used to go to work, i used to wear the most comfortable clothes just to make everyone believe.

this time you are filming in chongqing. did it benefit everyone a lot? what are the local delicacies in chongqing?

i am sending a lot of delicious chongqing food recommendations to everyone. as a result, they are just told me that “you are not longer good at this” this is no longer popular in chongqing now. i said i haven’t been back for a long time and it has already been updated, and replaced . instead, it becomes someone else who giving me recommendations of what delicious now.

snail noodles appears many times in this drama, we would like to ask teacher xiao zhan if he has changed his mind to snail noodle now?

it smells so good. so it was used when i was young and reckless. i think snail noodle is delicious. it stinks and tastes good.

have you acquired any interesting new skills recently?

sometimes i play tennis when i have free time, use my vacation time to go surfing. i think surfing for the first time was really great, it’s very refreshing.

do you have anything to say to the audience who enjoy sunshine by my side?

I hope everyone can feel the sincerity of our drama sunshine by my side as we want to make a very heart-warming drama, maybe it didn’t have a very catchy plots but it will warms you and give you some strength.

-END.

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Hi! Can I plz request a Kate Bishop x Fem Reader, (they r already dating) maybe in Episode 3 where she follows Kate to rescue Clint and after the whole fight and car case, reader realizes she’d been injured and Kate helps attend to her wounds, and then small argument between reader and Kate about how she shouldn’t have followed her into the warehouse, but they make up and kiss, then Clint walks in but doesn’t say anything but knows that R is exactly what Kate needs? Thank you! 🥰💜

Collateral Damage | k.b comfort

Summary: Kate takes care of her girlfriend after she winds up caught in the middle of the fight.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

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Y/N was never more grateful for the hot, grimy subway than she was now. She was sure that she and the costumed archers were getting very weird looks from the rest of the people around, but didn’t find it in herself to care. She had about half the training that her girlfriend did and a quarter (or less) than the Avenger did, so that fight had taken a lot out of her — but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“We haven’t met. I’m Hawkeye.”

Y/N looked over to find the senior archer speaking to her and forced herself to sit forward. She knew American Sign Language so she decided to sign back: “I’m Y/N, Kate’s girlfriend.”

Clint turned to Kate and raised his brow. “Girlfriend?” He questioned.

Kate sent Y/N a smile and nodded to answer Clint, who gave a small nod himself.

The rest of the subway ride carried on, neither of the three speaking much, if at all. Kate was too pumped up on her own adrenaline to say something, as she analyzed the two different fights that had gone one. Clint was exhausted, as he never mentally prepared himself to deal with all that. And Y/N was in over her head, a little dazed and very confused on everything that had happened. She knew vaguely about the Ronin situation, but Kate hadn’t had the time to spare her all of the details yet. They each kept to themselves as they processed.

When the subway car slowed to a stop at their station (thankfully it was right outside the apartment), the trio sluggishly stood up. Kate and Clint were more or less fine, but Y/N was a different story. The moment she got to her feet, her legs nearly gave out and a shooting pain hit her stomach, causing her to let out a gasp.

Kate, with her quick reflexes, caught her girlfriend and pulled her up. “Y/N!” She called out, not caring that she was in public. “What the hell happened?”

Clint decided to let Kate take care of her girlfriend and he made himself useful by holding open the subway doors. When Y/N only mustered up a groan in response, Kate half-dragged, half-helped-her-walk onto the platform.

“Um,” Clint started, watching the two young women struggle for a second. “I’m going to go get my hearing aid fixed and take the dog out for a walk. You get her home.” He directed the last part at Kate.

She sent him a short grateful look and Clint helped Kate with Y/N until they got to the apartment. There, he quickly tossed her the first aid kit before leaving with the dog.

Once the door closed, Kate focused all her attention on her now half-conscious girlfriend who was sitting on the couch. She and first aid kits were old friends, since they had helped her a lot when she was learning how to fight, how to fence, and how to use a bow and arrow. While she had experience using a first aid kit on herself, she had mostly been on the receiving end, so she just hoped that she could do this.

Kate figured that her number one priority should be keeping her girlfriend conscious, so she lightly tapped her cheek and Y/N hummed in response.

“Hey,” the brunette said, sure to speak softly as she opened up the first aid kit. “Clint left with the dog. It’s just you and me.”

Y/N managed to smile but her head quickly started to loll to the side, so Kate had to gently take her chin and turn her head. “Stay with me, Y/N,” she said, doing her best to find a balance between encouraging and firm. She lifted up Y/N’s shirt and started to clean the nasty cut, which made her girlfriend wince.

“I know, I know,” Kate murmured. She continued to dab at it as lightly as possible until she deemed it through enough, and then wrapped a bandage around her.

“Why did you follow me there anyway?” She muttered, half out of frustration that Y/N was hurt and half needing to say something to take her mind off her worry. She went on to cleaning Y/N’s other cuts.

Kate hadn’t been expecting an answer, but she got one.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Y/N mumbled, blinking slowly.

Kate quickly glanced up at her before concentrating on putting bandages on her cuts. “You’re not a fighter, Y/N,” she pointed out softly, knowing Y/N hadn’t trained as much as she did.

“Did you expect me to just go home when I knew you were running into danger?”

Kate glanced up at her again once she finished applying the bandaids and found Y/N to be seemingly much more conscious. She got to her feet and sat across from her as she formed her response. But, before she could get her words out, Y/N added on.

“Do you really think that I would just leave you behind like that?”

By the tears starting to bubble up in her eyes, Kate knew that Y/N had took this to heart. The guilt washed over her like a tidal wave. “No, I just didn’t want you getting hurt. It, well . . . It made the whole fight a little, um, harder,” Kate admitted, doing her best not to offend Y/N.

Y/N leaned back, blinking. She quickly remembered the fight in her own perspective. “I held my own there!” She argued.

Kate let out a small groan. None of this was coming out how she meant it to! She couldn’t beat around the bush any longer, not when Y/N’s emotions and safety were on the line. “I was worried about you, Y/N! I was scared you were gonna get hurt and you did! And now you’re dragged into all this because of me and I’m still scared and I-I—” Kate cut herself off when Y/N leaned over and hugged her tightly. Kate accepted the embrace but was mindful not to hug back too tightly due to her injuries.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured into her shoulder.

Having a moment to think clearly did Kate some could. She just ran a hand through Y/N’s hair. “Don’t be,” she assured her.

After a couple moments, Y/N leaned back. The couple shared a goofy yet real smile before, both in sync, leaned forward and captured each other’s lips in a kiss. The kiss itself was pure bliss. Secure, warm, thrilling, all wrapped into one. Both of them were content to stay like that for eternity, if not for the sound of the door unlocking that made them jump apart.

Clint wore a sheepish smile as he closed the door and as the dog ran in. He even had the audacity to chuckle, amused by the blushes on Kate’s and Y/N’s faces. “Carry on, as you were,” was all he said as he disappeared into the other room.

Kate grunted and flopped back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. Meanwhile, Y/N just giggled and rolled over, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend again and hugging her.

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I got this idea from this post by @zestofthedepths

Emmet had woken up in the normal fashion, skipped breakfast in the normal fashion, arrived at the Subway at exactly 6:57 am in the normal fashion, and had greeted employees, performed all the safety checks, and started running the lines in the normal fashion. Which is to say, with his normal smile that never quite reached his eyes, his flat tone of voice, and the hands that never quite stopped moving.

Ever since Ingo had disappeared five years ago, there had been a definite shift in him. Before, he had been boisterous, always running and grinning with his whole face, talking more (even if only in clipped sentences), and generally being more goofy and outgoing. Since that event had taken place, he had drawn more into himself, his smile only plastered on with clear tape. He spoke even less now. Even battling wasn’t the rush it used to be.

Getting off one train and preparing to board the next with a new passenger, Emmet slid his hat down to cover his eyes. He no longer liked conversing with patrons, because it seemed someone always brought up the missing half. If he didn’t make eye contact, he found that less people would ask him about it. That never seemed to stop Elesa, though.

He blames the hat on why he didn’t notice the commotion immediately. He had pulled out his stopwatch to ensure that he was boarding at the correct time, when there was a cacophony of noise on his platform. First, was the sound of ripping, like fabric being shorn apart with bare hands. Then was the thud of hooves, loud stomping and stamping that echoed throughout the station. Third were the screams of people as they dove out of the way of whatever force had befallen them.

Emmet had dropped his watch against his side, only the thin silver chain saving it from its own demise. He whipped his head up to see what was going on. Thankfully, his height offered him some semblance of a clear picture over the heads of the crazed train-goers.

Near the doors to the lobby was a massive white Pokemon. It almost reminded him of a Stantler, but it definitely was not. It was pure white and gray, first of all, with massive antlers and a huge beard that traveled down to its knees. It carried its head high, as one who knows nobility would. It was beautiful. Emmet’s eyes traveled to the back of the animal. There was a large saddle, perfectly fitted to the beast, in which sat two figures. One was the one steering the Pokemon. A girl with slate hair, a yellow bandana, and very odd clothing was pulling back on the reins, halting the beast. She wore a tunic and a red scarf, very similar to something Emmet remembers seeing in an old history textbook in school. She had red smeared all over her right arm, some of it smudged on her face. There was another figure behind her, slumped over. Emmet couldn’t see much of them.

Patrons were still running out of the way, trying to put distance between them and the crazed new passenger. Emmet ran through the crowd towards the arrival. This was going to throw everything off schedule! And not to mention the safety protocols that were violently breached! Emmet was ready to give this girl a stern talking-to, it was rule number one that Pokemon were not allowed to be released in the lobby.

Emmet approached them with a Pokeball in one hand. “I am Emmet. What are you doing?” He gazed up at the girl and the stag Pokemon, his eyes he knew looking furious. She glanced back down at him and both her and the Pokemon she rode on froze. She simply stared at his face. “You are disrupting my Subway. That is definitely not following safety rules!” This had to be more words than Emmet had spoken in the last two weeks, but damn it, he was upset.

The girl’s face floundered for a second. “Wyrdeer, lay down, I need to show him.” The animal immediately lowered itself to its knees, sinking to the ground. The girl slipped off its back and pulled at the other figure, whose face Emmet could see clearly now-

Everything stopped. It felt like time itself refused to march onwards. The screams and shuffling of the patrons faded into white noise, whatever the girl was yelling to him fell on deaf ears. He felt his feet moving, but he felt as if he were gliding to the stag’s side, too slow and yet too fast. He was floating. He approached the man before him, his hands stilled for once. He went down the list in his head. Silver sideburns, black cap, black and brown coat, calloused hands, black pants, an odd tunic not dissimilar to the one the girl wore. The figure was unconscious and had a cut somewhere in his hairline, leaking red, awful red into his silver hair. He had a beard, his eyes sunken and his appearance generally unkempt.

It was Ingo. It was Ingo, it was Ingo, Ingo was here, why was he here, how did he-

Emmet reached out and touched his brother’s face, holding his breath. It had to be fake. An apparition. Some ghost-type was playing a trick on his, right? He was shocked to find his hand met solid flesh, stopping his movement with gentle force. He was here, Ingo was home. And he was injured.

Everything snapped back into focus suddenly. The sounds of the platform were too loud, too many sounds, smells, and colors were around him. He wanted Ingo, just Ingo. Something was poking at him and he slapped at it, it was distracting, there was too much, too much-

“...mmet, please, listen! He needs a hospital! Emmet! Can you hear me? Ingo needs to get to a doctor!” That singular sentence managed to worm its way into his head, making him nod dumbly.

“Doctor… Ingo needs a doctor.” He gently reached his arms around his unconscious copy, lifting him into his arms. He was much lighter than Emmet remembered. Ingo sighed as he was lifted, his frown never leaving his face. Emmet made sure his head was tucked safely against his chest and he bolted. Up the stairs, through the doors, he burst into the bright sunlight. He was only dimly aware of the girl following him on her Pokemon, its hooves thundering through the street. People jumped out of the way, wide-eyed staring at them as they tore their way to the nearest medical center. Emmet’s lungs burned but he didn’t care. He pumped his legs harder, his coat fluttering violently behind him as he ran.

Ingo was back, in his arms. He was home. And Emmet was not going to let him go that easily.

(putting tags in for people who I noticed wanted this specifically! @gingericywolf @professor-mist @joyfulness03)

[theerrorofmylife]

The Sketch Artist

Yes this is a battinson fic. I definitely did not go see it twice just to write this. hah. I’ve been practicing quite a bit to write in a gender neutral tone so I hope that turned out ok. Also, I did change a few things but nothing too major. Enjoy.

 ~ Error

    When the sun rose in Gotham, it was as if the whole city held its breath, waiting for something to tell them that yes, another night was over, the dawn had come once again. One such morning, when the city woke up and the criminals that ran rampant among the civilians finally went back into hiding, I woke to find my alarm clock going off. 7 am, the time for workers to get ready, for children to be off to the busses, for those last-minute essays and tranquil cups of coffee. For 6 months, I couldn’t remember a time I had woken up before 10, but this was different. I had an art degree, and while I loved painting and drawing, neither paid the bills, especially not in Gotham. The police station, however, was in desperate need of a sketch artist these days, and I was happy to oblige. $10 an hour for a regular 9-5, plus I got to hang out with Gordon and the other cops who weren’t absolute sleazebags. It was an ok gig, it was a paycheck, and with the art, I did on the side occasionally, it made rent with a little extra for groceries…sometimes. But that was fine, it was just me and I didn’t have to eat every day… right? Whatever, it doesn't matter, the point was I had a job. And my alarm was still going. Rolling over in bed, I tapped my nightstand blindly in search of the beeping monstrosity. Finally, the sound stopped with the slam of a button, and I stumbled out of bed to get coffee. Coffee first, then brush teeth, then maybe shower if the water bill was worth it. By the time I left the apartment, it was 8:15, and I was hightailing it upstate to the police station. 8:15 seems like a reasonable time to leave but it’s not when you live on the other side of the city. Rushing inside the backdoor of the station, I waved to the cops and detectives as I made my way to Gordon’s desk. I could sit at my own desk, but why bother.

“5 minutes to spare. You’re getting good at this.” I hear him tease me. I look behind me to see him lounging on the banister. 

“You act as if I haven’t done this before.” I had known Gordon for years, all the way back to my mom’s homicide case when I was seven. He came around the house to help my dad, and about 3 years later when my dad passed away in a car accident Gordon stepped up and took care of me. He buddied up to a Lawyer named Dent and got emergency custody of me that way he could take care of me legally, and from there he was always surrogate dad #1. I was ten then. Now, sitting comfy at 23, I couldn’t remember a time when Gordon wasn’t a guiding light in my life.

“Well, now that you’re here, we’ve got four people who need to see you. There was a homicide last night, as well as a robbery.” Wow. I jumped up and hopped over to my desk, grabbing the extra-large sketch pad and the small bag of coal pencils and mega erasers. This was gonna be a long morning. 

~

By lunch, I had finished all the sketches, sat with a woman during a line-up purely for emotional support, and even took some time to entertain a kid while his dad was giving a statement. Overall, it was very productive and enjoyable. I left the station at about eight, staying a while longer so I could bug Gordon while he did the paperwork, but eventually, I was making my way back to my apartment. Gotham’s abyssal night had covered the city, and the endless rain was especially cold tonight. A breeze carried the chill beneath my clothes and made me shudder. I should have been watching where I was going, I should have been more careful because as soon as I stepped onto the subway platform, two rough hands took hold of my arms and threw me forwards to the ground. My hands didn’t catch my fall and my forehead hit the grimy pavement, pain coming in waves from behind and under my eyes. My eyes were so heavy, I almost didn’t realize my watch was being harshly tugged off my wrist. My bag had been tossed, and I could hear the contents being tossed about. My senses seemed to come back all at once and I ripped my hands away and began pushing myself away from whoever was near me. I kept crawling away till my back was pressed against the wall. Four to five men, all wearing different variations of sweaters, hoodies, leather jackets, and all looking in some way terribly threatening. The one who was trying to take my ring reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a switchblade that must have been the length of his forearm when brandished. I couldn’t fight against a knife like that, I had minimal combat training, I… I was going to die… suddenly everything went quiet. Deathly quiet, as if all of our hearts stopped at once. Footsteps echoed against the pavement steps, each one making my stomach tighten and my throat close. A fear I didn’t know I could feel settled over me as a man slowly approached from the darkness. Batman. Quite literally the most terrifying person in Gotham, the only one that every and any criminal ran from without shame. He was vengeance. My body was beginning to feel heavy, my arms feeling like any strength I once had was quickly drained, and my head felt… hot. Warmth had spread across my forehead and down my eyes and cheekbones. I was losing my ability to see, the visible area becoming hazy and foggy. I could hear fighting, sounds of the men yelling, the sounds of violence. Then a gun going off. Then nothing. No fighting, no footsteps, nothing. I couldn’t focus on anything anymore, my head felt like it was spinning, and I couldn’t make out who exactly was now beside me, so like any sane person moved to push myself as far away, but my arms couldn’t lift me anymore, and the hands holding my arms still wouldn’t let me.

“I’m gonna need you to stay still, ok?” a voice rumbled deep in my mind. I couldn’t describe it without sounding horribly attracted to it, but in truth, I was. It was deep, a lovely sound that might strike fear into someone who wasn’t close to unconsciousness and actually losing blood. In truth, even without the blood loss, I would probably still find him horribly attractive.

“No... what...?” I was sat back against the wall a large hand holding my head as it was gently placed back to rest. Whoever this was, they couldn’t be the same dark entity that beat criminals to a pulp. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and for the first time in the past 5 minutes, I could see clearly. The Bat himself, an extremely large man, towering over everything, imposing even in the darkness, was the one situating me to lean against the wall. He put his gloved hand up to his hood and spoke very quickly.

“There’s been a mugging, someone’s been injured… 51st street, subway entrance.” He took his hand off and I realized he hung up. It felt as if my back was slowly melting into the wall behind me, my head was so fuzzy, and it felt like someone was taking a hammer to the space behind my eyes. “I’ve called the EMTs…I’ll stay till they get here.” I nodded but it felt more like a whole-body jostle than an actual nod. My head was lolling to one side and my eyes were drooping. He was staying with me. It was a kindness I didn’t expect from him, the most dangerous man in Gotham. He sat there, hand on my knee, simply making sure I didn’t actually fall out of consciousness with a likely concussion. The heat from his covered hand bled through the leather and denim of my jeans, giving me chills all over as every nerve focused on the spot where his hand was. When I had the strength to lift my head, I caught sight of the most ice-like pair of eyes I’d ever seen. It was like stepping into an ice bath during summer, his eyes were in such high contrast with the dark kohl around his eyes and his dark armor. They were beautiful, in a way, and I found it unable to look away as I got a glimpse of the human behind the mask. I held his gaze for what seemed like forever, locking eyes with the apex predator of Gotham’s underworld. A shock went through both of us when the sirens were finally audible. I began shoving his hand off my knee with very little effort. He seemed so confused, reaching to stop me from moving too much.

“Go.” Was all I could really say, still trying to push him away, and all I got in return was a nod. Watching him leave, I saw him turn one last time, and then he was gone. It was almost like he was never there. Police swarmed the subway and immediately paramedics were crowding around me. 

~

The next morning, I woke up in the hospital. Gordon was sitting next to me, asleep in the chair, and I couldn’t bring myself to wake him. I stared at the ceiling, tracing the edges of the tiles as I tried to make sense of last nights events. The Bat saved me. It was weird, recalling all of it. It seemed so… fake… like he didn’t actually save me, because why would the Bat have time to save me from a mugging when there were worse things going on in the city? But the more I laid there, replaying it over and over, seeing him sitting with me in the tunnel again and again, it became more tangible. Something about him, something only found in books and in comics, something wonderfully terrifying that made my mind stall. Where even was he now? Where does the Bat go when the sun purges Gotham for another day? If I walk the streets in the darkness, would I find him again? - Why the hell would I want to find him again? Why the hell would I go out after dark ever again, especially after last night? But the more I thought about it, the more useless feeling scared seemed and the more seeing him again seemed… mandatory in a way. I have to see the Bat again; I just have to. It would be about 30 more minutes of studying the ceiling before Gordon woke, then another 45 minutes before I was discharged with only minor head trauma and some cuts on my head that needed stitching. Overall, not horrible.

“Please!!”

“Absolutely not! You just got out of the hospital, you’re not going back to work after last night, you’re going back to your place to sleep and recover.” I don’t want to go home though, if I do, I’ll never leave, I’ll simply curl up in bed and stay there until I decay. Better I go back to work and do something than decay, right?

“Gordon I’m going back to work.” I say with falsified finality and the glare I received was murderous.

“Kid. Go home.” Eventually I gave up. The ride back to my apartment was tense, I could tell Gordon was still frustrated with me. When he dropped me off, I didn’t say anything, I just walked inside and left Gordon in the car. It wasn’t that I was mad at him, I just didn’t want to prove him right by going to work and potentially passing out. I placed my bag and jacket on the rack by my door and slinked farther into my apartment studio. I slept till the next day, waking up to a text from Gordon telling me not to bother coming in. Great. The other night was still swimming in my head, the bat… Getting up, I shook off any soreness and made my way around the room like some old Victorian lady. Nothing to do, no one to be with, alone with my thoughts. How wonderful… He still stalked around in my mind, his movements last night replaying over and over on its own little movie screen behind my eyes. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Marching through my apartment, I cornered a large 6ftx6ft canvas near the far window in the living room. Better to remove the thought altogether rather than continue to let it torture me.

It would be hours before I leave the living room, my stomach giving me a horrible pain, and I waddled off to the mini kitchen for food. From the living room, the news was going on about the attack at the late mayor’s funeral, how Batman had shown up, but the Riddler killed that guy anyways. This whole Riddle business was insane. I knew I was safe, I never dealt with the kind of stuff that the mayor or the DA ever did, but the idea didn’t cease to bother me. Sandwich in hand, as I walked back into the living room, the eyes of the cursed guardian stared back at me from the canvas. Black and bright blue stared off into the distance at an imagined object…or person. I had tried to mimic the khol around his eyes but that only made the mask harder to define, and the background was better black, making the whole situation too abstract for my nature, but perhaps it was better like that? I mean, it was the Batman after all, maybe abstract was fitting for who he is. To stare at the piece made me feel stupid; it didn’t do the real thing justice. The more I stared, the angrier I got at myself and the picture I had fabricated. My feet moved faster than my mind and before I could really think through my actions. I hated the picture so much, maybe because no matter how real I tried to make it; it wasn’t the real thing. Marching up to the canvas, sandwich forgotten, I reached out to sink my nails into the fabric only to have a strong hand grab my arm. The familiar warmth sunk into my skin, even through the glove. In a panic I threw my arm from his grasp and nearly jumped clear off the ground, hopping away. There, the B-Man himself, in all his vigilante-batshit-glory. Suddenly an indignant frustration came over me.

“Seriously?! Knocking is a thing, you know?” Forget the Batman being in my living room, this was an intrusion, and worse I felt completely stupid for having a giant picture of him in my apartment now. He didn’t answer though, he seemed to be completely focused on the painting. He blinked rapidly before moving his gaze towards me. All at once I felt ashamed. Those same ice-blue eyes; I’m a mess.

“Did you make this?” I nodded. His voice sounded the same as it had that night. Wonderfully horrible. “Its good.”

“Thanks…” He’s so weird!!!

“I need to ask; did you know any of those men who attacked you the other night?” The other night? Those men… I didn’t.

“No… why? They didn’t seem to be part of any group or organization.” I was trying to think ahead but even that wasn’t leading me to any conclusion.

“They were, they were going through your bag hoping you had police files on your person. They didn’t know you were a sketch artist with no real clearance to the kind of case they were going for.” Oh. Police files… I’ve never carried those with me, never even allowed to look at those by myself so I usually spy on them over Gordon’s shoulder, but I’d never carried one with me. “Your head, how is it?”

“Better than Gordon would believe.” His shoulders shook only once, as if he were huffing a laugh, but I refuse to believe the Batman would ever laugh at something.

“I have to go; I’m still tracking that group. You’d be safer at the precinct you know.”

“I do know. However, Gordon won’t allow me to go back to work, says I have this made-up thing called a concussion.” Again, his shoulders shook, and this time I can’t deny that that was something like a laugh. He laughed. Turning towards the window, he opened it all the way and stepped out, careful not to knock over the tiny pots and jars I had sat there.

“You know, maybe next time I’ll knock.” He jumped up the fire escape and we gone in seconds. What the absolute fuck……. wait.

“Next time?!”

~

 The next morning, I left for work early in order to corner the commissioner and see if I could return to work. When I got there, Gordon was waiting.

“No.”

“You really can’t stop me, you know. I need the work G, I can’t be cooped up like that!” Dashing past him, I ignored him yelling after me to go home and slipped into the commissioner’s office. Sara Essen, a wonderful friend of Gordon and I, and probably the only person I’d listen to in this who precinct.

“Commissioner! Commissioner Essen, how wonderful to see you today, you look absolutely radiant, as always Ma’am!!” I’m such a kiss-up, it would be pathetic if it weren’t so fun. Sitting at her desk, she me an accusatory glare before reaching into her desk, pulling my sketchpad and pencil bag out of her top drawer.

“Gordon said to keep these from you. Said you had a concussion.” I rolled my eyes animatedly.

“C’mooooon! Those are made up and you know it! Please, Sara, you know this isn’t going to affect my work, I sit all day and draw! Please don’t send me home…” I was begging, which was somehow worse than being a kiss-up. She sighed but had a small smile on her face none-the-less. Holding out the paper with the pouch balanced on top, I grinned widely and took them gratefully. Saying a quick thank you I ran out to wave my triumph in Gordon’s face. I love him, I really do, he’s like a father to me, but trying to keep me home was just cruel. The day went smoothly, no issues whatsoever. That was, until Gordon and a few other officers came over.

“Hey, don’t freak out, but Bruce Wayne is here to talk to you.” I’m sorry, what.

“Bruce Wayne? Why?”

“He was at the mayor’s funeral, his friend there says he got a look at the guy in the crowd, came in to give a description.” Right… that whole Riddler business, and then the attack at the mayor’s funeral. I didn’t know Bruce Wayne was even there, but it makes sense, I guess. Even recluses need to pay respect to the dead.

“Send him over then, what are you guys waiting for?” Gordon shook his head and motioned someone over. A man, very tall but slouched approached. He had dark hair that hung in his face and his coloring was abnormally pale, like he lived inside all of his life. Despite that, his eyes were minimally sunken in. His eyes, such a light blue, almost like… ice. “Hello Mr. Wayne.” Immediately his eyes shot to my face and a look of recognition passed between the two of us.

“Hello again. I suppose I should have knocked, hm?” My face flushed. It was him.

“You shouldn’t have risked coming here, do you even have a statement??” Are all vigilante-billionaires this careless? Then again who would ever suspect Bruce Wayne? Billionaire shut-in who is so traumatized by his parent’s murder that he can’t stand being in public, who would ever think that such a vulnerable, terrified man could be the most brave and lethal man in the entire city. Hell, it stands to reason that if the public’s version of Bruce Wayne ever met the Batman, he’d collapse on sight. But that was the public’s view, and that made all the difference, didn’t it?

“Yes, I do, don’t worry about me right now. I saw the Riddler at the funeral, in the banister above. He was there to see what would happen.” I nodded as I shuffled my papers around, digging out a clean one along with a new pencil and eraser.

“Ok. Give me his face structure first, then we’ll move to details.” He nodded and I saw beneath the shadow his hair cast a small smile. Huh. About an hour or two later we had finished the description and I had created a decent image of the man Bruce had described. He left shortly after, saying he had business to attend to, but also extending an invitation to the Wayne Tower. He left the precinct with what only very few would come to know as a smile.

[saintobio]

wastelands. (2)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: profanity, zombies, killings, gore, guns, smoking, explicit sexual content

notes: suna fuckers simps here’s a spicy chapter (kinda) also thanks so much for the asks abt wastelands they were all very fun to read :’D i’m sorry i didn’t get to answer all <//3

series masterlist -> part three

"There he is!”

Following the direction of Akari’s finger, your head quickly turned to spot Rintarou Suna from Class 2-1 who was walking on the hallway with his friends. He was unaware to the flock of girls that were peeking at him to vie for the attention that he never intended to return. Yes, you were one of them. Just like them, you were dying to get Suna’s attention, too. The worst part was, he was your neighbor and the most you could get from him was a simple nod of acknowledgement every morning when you passed by his house on your way to the subway station. Other than that, it wasn't a surprising slap of reality that you were just a nobody to him at school. 

“Talk to him,” Akari encouraged as the guy was nearing, laughing along to whatever Atsumu had just told him while you remained static from your spot. You pretended to reach for something in your locker before your eyes fleetingly met Rintarou’s foxy ones. You shied away when he sent you a small smile until his attention was immediately stolen by the girl of his interest. His new girlfriend. 

Needless to say, your heart fell heavily. Akari shot you a look that basically screamed ‘she’s here’ because the beautiful Sophia had just enthusiastically wrapped her slender arms around Suna. 

“Rin!” she squealed with delight, pecking him on the lips as soon as they crossed paths. He even displayed a grin and embraced her while you were left wishing that you were in her position. 

It hurt like hell, but you decided to just face reality because there was no other option except to let things be. “Let’s go.” You returned your gaze back to Akari and walked further down the halls as if your feelings were totally not crushed by the sight of how the person you liked was kissing and hugging someone else. “I’m never gonna have the courage to talk to him.”

Akari easily saw through your insecurities. “Well, no one thought he’d end up dating Sophia, anyway. That was so random how they got together.”

Regardless, Sophia was the popular girl in school and she was the perfect match for the unattainable Rintarou. You? A nobody. Just another girl from his class that had no remarkable features to make you stand out. You wished you were as gorgeous as Sophia, you wished you were as rich, you wished you were as popular, but you were just you. 

Unfortunately, you were nothing more than a neighbor to Suna. 

Back in the day, Osaka was one of the two most popular tourist destinations in all of Japan. People of all age coming from different countries littered the streets, keeping the city lively and active at all times. Shops and businesses were open, cars and other vehicles filled the roads in heavy traffic, and hundreds of people rushed out of their hiding like bees swarming out of their nest. The whole district used to be alive 24/7—always bustling and vibrant, ceaseless of activities. It was full of everyday noise. 

Today, however, who would have thought that Osaka would be diminished into ruins? 

What was once a beautiful city and now had an air of putrescence surrounding it. Remnants of the chaos from when the zombie outbreak first hit the city were present in the sinister, noiseless streets. Abandoned cars in collision, debris of shattered glass, splatters of decayed blood and human meat tainting the cemented ground. The city had turned into a complete rubble. You believed that if the window was open, the acrid smell would have made you pass out.

“Damn, Osaka’s dead.” Atsumu’s eyes wandered through the street as he glued his face on the car’s window. Your own trail of sight roamed around the area to where Osamu was driving to. It’s 7am, you mentally noted. Kita insisted to park the car last night at an area he deemed safe enough so the rest of you could sleep inside the truck until sunrise. You were still embarrassed with the fact that he was aware of how you were sucking Suna off at the backseat, but it seemed that the man paid no malice to it. And at least, Kita had now fallen asleep and Osamu had to take over the driver duty.

“Used to come here when I was little,” Suna shared in a low voice, his irises momentarily following the tumbleweed blown by the cold wind, signaling the lack of human existence in the depopulated city. He rested an arm behind you as he leaned back with little care for his surroundings again. “I bet my fuckin’ ass tons of Zs are in USJ.”

Oh, definitely. Universal Studios was a place where it gets really crowded with tourists. You wouldn’t even dare step into that place now. “Where are we headed?” you asked, glancing at Osamu who looked at you through the rear view mirror. Suna’s thumb brushed on your arm as you relaxed next to him.

“I don’t know, to be fucking honest. I’m just driving through the city,” Osamu answered, steering the car to the left to avoid the huge truck that had tumbled over across the street. “This place looks uninhabited.”

Suna released a silent snort, “Doesn’t it feel weird? A busy city without Zs munching on something? They could be hiding ‘cause it’s daylight.”

“I’m gonna kill every single one of those uglies.” Atsumu’s haughty demeanor earned a moue out of you. He couldn’t even shoot the zombie that latched onto his twin yesterday. “No, wait I have a theory. What if we’re all just living in a simulation?”

Here we go again. “And what?” you asked, disinterested.

“We’re living in a goddamn Resident Evil simulation. We’re in the Outbreak version right now.” He smiled broadly as if he was the smartest person in the car. “Dude, I played that game too many times. Shooting Zs in real life feels like I’m just in a video game.” His hands moved to create finger guns. “Pow, pow!”

“No wonder you suck at that game,” Osamu commented, causing you and Suna to chuckle shortly.

“Shut up—”

The better twin chose to change the topic and ignored the blond’s counter arguments. “You guys think we should just find a place to stay at while we figure where to go next?”

You tilted your head over to Suna who looked at you similarly before you gave an answer, “That might be the best option. Plus we need to stay away from the city. Fuck knows what’s in here.”

Rin simply nodded in a stoic manner. “Fine with me. I gotta study the map too to figure out where our trail should be.” The military troops announced before that the nearest refugee camp was in Osaka, however no further details regarding the exact location were provided.

Because total zombie pandemonium arose long before they got to rescue all remaining humans in your district, the five of you were left to survive on your own and learn how to find your way to the camp by yourselves. No one else from the military had returned to Hyogo to come and save whoever else were alive because they didn’t want to take the risks of going back to a prefecture that was heavily infected.

Still, you had to find your brother. You were the only family he had left and you were praying so hard that he was being taken care of in the camp.

“Alright,” Osamu later responded to Suna. “I know a motel we stayed at away from the city before. Let’s hope it’s not pestered with Zs.”

As the car passed through the highway, you realized that there was nothing else to do but to bore yourself for another agonizing hour inside the car while your butt was already sore for the long hours you’ve been sitting. These were moments that suddenly make you miss the comfort that the bed from the RV gave you.

“Hold on, ‘Samu,” Atsumu ordered, his whole body pressed against the window. “Stop the car!”

His twin replied with a groan. “What, now?”

“Just stop the car!”

The car took a halt in the middle of the street between rows of tall buildings and you realized that you were in the central business district. Atsumu pointed his finger towards the window and you checked to see what he was fussing about. “A Lambo!” he geeked out, “Holy shit. I can drive in that car and follow ‘ya guys.”

What the... “Are you crazy?” it was more of a statement than a question from you. He was in the middle of a damn apocalypse and he still wanted to steal the yellow Lamborghini he found across the street. Unpractical bastard.

“I’m fuckin’ serious!” he hissed, “I’ll get out—”

“Stay,” Osamu commanded, touching the gearshift before his brother complained.

“I said I’ll get out!”

“I said stay!”

Kita was awakened from the twins’ loud argument while Suna put on an amused smirk. He should not be sneering at them right now. However, he seemed to have had a plan. “Let him, Osamu.”

You all turned to him in confusion except for Atsumu who grinned in clear gratitude for his support. “See, this is why Sunarin’s my favorite!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” the grey-haired twin questioned in utter disbelief, but Suna was giving him a reassuring nod telling him to just go along. Because of his insistence, Osamu had given up on his brother. “Fine. Go to the fucking Lambo, you dumb fuck.”

The rancid odor that greeted your nose as soon as Atsumu eagerly ran out of the truck made you pinch your nostrils in disgust. Unbelievable. Atsumu really crossed the street and made a beeline towards the luxury sports car while Suna was reaching behind the seat for his shotgun. You could hear Atsumu excitedly yelling about the Lamborghini just as Suna was loading his gun, later placing the weapon at face level as he rolled his windows down.

Oh, you knew where this was heading to.

“Just wait for it...” Osamu sighed in exasperation, watching his brother walking towards the vibrant yellow car. “Three... Two...”

Kita yawned. “One...”

“Guys!” Atsumu broadly waved his hands to get your group’s attention. “It has a key in it, I’ll race you to the—MOTHERF...! AAAH!”

A rabid creature, who had been hiding behind another car, lunged onto a screaming Atsumu before Suna sent a gunshot to the Z’s head. You watched how the zombie fell to the floor only to attract three more Zs who came tottering out of their hideout, you figured they were just Z1s, who all surrounded a helpless Atsumu. He fucking had it coming.

“He’s so stupid.” You huffed, shaking your head.

Suna smirked, reloading the gun and clearly entertained. “Come to daddy.”

And with that, he skillfully sniped the three Zs on the head with two shots each to ensure that they were dead dead. You exhaled for your sanity as Atsumu came sprinting back to the Hummer and almost threw himself in the backseat, his head hitting your jaw along the way before he shut the door, panting out of breath.

“Ow! Watch it!” you pushed him off, “so much for your stupid Lambo!”

RULE 4: Beware of cars

“I’d appreciate a thank you,” Suna told Atsumu, wiping the gun’s muzzle. “Learned your lesson?”

Osamu sneered, “Oh yeah, he did.”

Before the blond could even respond, a spitty hiss earned your attention to see a hideous zombie vaulting onto Suna’s open window. Bits of bloody flesh gushed between its decayed teeth, making you release a high-pitched scream out of surprise. “SUNA!”

Rintarou, without a trace of panic, busted the Z’s face with a short range gunshot before Osamu finally drove off away from the damn place. Slime of infected blood stained Suna’s side of the window, much to your sickened reaction.

You’ve been in zombie-infested situations before but this took the cake of being the stupidest of them all. Just for a Lamborghini.

After a long day of traveling around, the five of you ended up stopping by at a motel in Taishi which was the least populated town in the Osaka prefecture. The establishment was situated in the middle of the highway making it a great place for travelers who wished to stay for the night. Unlike in Osaka city, electricity here was still running and the lights were on when you arrived the seemingly abandoned place. Whether or not there were traces of living humans in there, that was for Suna and Osamu to find out. 

“Stay behind me,” Rin instructed to you, taking calculated strides inside the motel to match his vigilance. He acted as the front man next to Osamu while three of you were behind them. The lobby was empty and Suna used the tip of his shotgun to ring the bell displayed on the counter. “Show up now.” 

In an instant, the vile creature crawled out of the counter with drools of rotten blood foaming its mouth. Half of the skin on its face was peeled as maggots clung to the decayed sinew. Ew. “Grgh!” the zombie gnarred before Suna swung the gun on the undead’s face. Now dead. Its head had detached from its body with a cracking noise and you forced yourself to look away.

“Fuck, that’s ugly,” Suna cussed, holding you closer. “Nice way to welcome a guest.”

“No shit.” Another one emerged from the hallway and it looked like it was sprinting. A Z3? The zombie’s intestines were falling out of its open stomach slowly. Osamu then sent bullets to its head and chest, barely any blood spewed out of its lifeless body. No, it was a Z2. Dead in an instant.

“Attaboy!” Atsumu hooted, patting both Suna and Osamu’s backs. “I think we got all of ‘em.”

Kita carried his bag, “Let’s go, kids.”

There really were just two zombies all over the motel as the location itself was far from the city where most of the living dead resided. You considered yourself lucky that you could sleep at a comfortable bed tonight without having to worry about any zombie attacks. However, you still need to be vigilant at all times because you never knew when the Zs could show up out of nowhere. 

RULE 6: Stay alert — even in your sleep

At least, finally you got to take a nice warm shower to wash down any disgusting droplets of zombie discharge that had ever stuck to your skin. You made sure that you were 100% clean as you soaped every corner of your body and used almost half of the shampoo bottle for your hair because you were obsessed with the vanilla and jasmine scent. 

Thank the heavens because there was even a hair-blower inside the bathroom that you used to dry your hair before you came back inside the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around your body. 

Suna was casually resting his back on the bed’s headrest as soon as you returned. The guy only had his pants on while his eyes followed your trail, a smirk later forming his lips. “Took you long enough.” You had no idea where he had his own shower session but his slightly damp hair gave you the idea that he was also fresh from bath. He smelled so attractively good.

“Can’t help it. The water’s so warm,” you said, climbing in bed just as he got up to stand on the side. “Are we gonna...?”

With a mere nod, he fished out a condom packet from his pants while you slowly unwrapped yourself completely bare in bed. Only for Rin. Always for Rin. He had seen you naked quite a couple of times already that it no longer surprised him. Instead, he rid himself of his pants to be in his naked glory just like you. 

Jesus, you’ve seen him naked before too but his length never failed to restrain your breath. 

His member was fully erected, throbbing pink head meeting his fist with careful strokes. You wondered if he had been thinking of your naked body while you were in the shower because he was already extremely hard. Suna’s fox eyes were almost deriding as he gazed down at you while ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. “What position?” he asked, deadpanned.

“A-Anything you want,” you answered, nearly crouching in your nakedness. Suna exhaled a hum as he rolled the rubber on his shaft, soon urging you to move a little so he could lay on his back. You realized that he wanted to do cowgirl. “I get to be on top?”

“Yeah, c’mere,” he lazily mumbled, pulling you closer until you’ve positioned yourself above his crotch. You bit your lips when you felt his tip poking your core. “Sit.”

A melodic moan left your lips when Suna’s cock stretched your walls from the initial penetration. Your palms were pressed on his lean chest as your buttocks finally landed on his groin, allowing for him to sink deeper. “Mhm...”

His hands held your hips to guide your pace when you began to grind on his shaft. Your pleasuring movements earned an approving vibration from his throat as he combed his fingers through his middle-parted hair, watching you satisfy your body by using his. “Shit. You look good,” he inaudibly spoke with a brief kiss on your neck, feeling your cunt tightening around his cock. He then reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table, taking one stick out to later place it between his lips. 

“R-Rin.” Whimpers echoed through the four walls when you allowed his member to slide in and out of you. Symphonies of squelches and slopping noises were drowning you two inside the dimly lit room. “Aah—y-yes!”

The cigarette was long ignited while you were busy humping on his dick like you’ve done it a million times before. He dragged his lips on the filter, keeping the rod between his index and middle finger before he blew the smoke upwards. He was too lazy to even help you out from your very sexual position and simply let you do all the work. 

“S-Suna.”

“Mm? Just keep moving.”

There was no foreplay to even prepare you for this. You went straight into this penetrative action because he didn’t wish to wait around. At that moment, while your half-lidded eyes were staring at his beautiful greyish-yellow ones, you wanted to envelope your lips on his. You wanted to feel his kisses, the warmth of his mouth, the amazing taste of having his tongue rolling against yours. The problem was, Suna didn’t like kisses. 

He never truly kissed you, except for the occasional pecks that bore no meaning to him. You reckoned that the reason why he didn’t want to kiss you was because he was saving them for Sophia. Only Sophia could receive something as intimate as kissing. 

“How does it feel to fuck your crush?” He playfully chuckled in between thrusts. Your breasts felt sore at every bounce as he started slamming his hips upwards. 

“You t-tell me,” you breathed, eyes rolling at the back of your head when his tip hit your most sensitive spot. How did it feel to fuck Rintarou Suna? Ecstasy. Since you now lived in dystopia, fucking him was utopia. “Mhm... A-Aah... Just like that.”

7 years since you’ve first caught feelings for him. 3 months since you’ve been on this journey with him. 8 weeks since you’ve first slept with him. You didn’t know how long you were going to be a prisoner to his spell especially now that you were advancing into a physical relationship. If the situation was any different, would you have found yourself in this arrangement with him at all?

If life was still in its normalcy, if the zombie apocalypse was still a myth, if Sophia was right here in front of you—what would you be to him?

Suna’s slender arm stretched over to the ashtray where he discarded his cigarette stick before he flipped you over, spreading your legs apart before he rammed his cock inside your hole with a low grunt. “You like having my dick inside you, don’t you?”

You suppressed your moans when he towered over you. Your hands were gripping the sheets while he was holding onto your breasts with a wanton squeeze. He sucked one of them with enough vigor, your nipple caught between his lips, before he resumed in thrusting heavily. God, it felt good to have sex with someone you loved. Despite the lack of genuine intimacy from his part, you found it good enough that he satiated himself with your body. You loved how your whole torso was gliding against the mattress with his fast pace that was meeting your high. “R-Rin, I’m g-gonna...!”

“Me, too,” he groans breathlessly. Every pound on your tight walls made you cry for his name. “Shit...Y/N.”

Although your name escaped his lips, his eyes told you that he was seeing someone else. In his head, he was fucking the girl he loved. Sophia. 

“Aaah—S-Suna!”

“Fuck!”

At the height of your climax, he pulled out while you were disintegrating beneath him with so much breath lost and so much of his own cum filling the rubber. He even laughed, rolling the condom out of his dick and later tossing it to the bin with a satisfied grin. You remained like a rag doll in bed as you took heavy breaths to watch how Suna pulled his pants back on. For a minute, you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the right as you lay in a crucifix while catching your breath. When you opened them, you noticed a shiny silver necklace on the bedside table. “Oh,” you reached for the jewelry to see diamonds adorning the moon pendant, “wow, this looks pretty.”

You were surprised when Suna snatched it from your grasp in a haste manner. “Yeah—that’s Sophia’s,” he muttered, securing the necklace back to his pockets while slipping a shirt on. “You should get some rest.”

Rest. The sting in your heart would surely prevent you from having your well-needed ‘rest’. You didn’t even know that Sophia owned the necklace and more importantly, was he about to leave? “Are you not... Won’t you stay here with me?”

You asked that because he was preparing to leave after tucking you under the duvet, then he pointed towards the room across, “I’m sharing a room with Atsumu.” He pinched your nose playfully. “Night. Scream if anything happens.”

He really was going to leave you by yourself along with the condom he discarded. His scent was still on the sheets, his cigarette smoke was still caged in the room, yet his presence could not stay for the night. “Okay,” you simply told him, swallowing the pain in your voice as you sunk under the duvet. “Night, Rin.”

He already shut the door before you got to say those last two words.

When morning came, you were back on the road. 

Suna was the driver on-duty and you were seated on the passenger seat with his request. The other three on the back were busy eating from the packets of beef jerky that you hoarded from the last convenience store you went to and Kita was kind enough to open a packet for you. 

“Go eat something,” the eldest of the group insisted, handing the packet with a gentle smile. Out of everyone, Kita acted as the paternal figure to the four of you and he was always quick to come to any of your needs in times of crisis. You appreciated the guy a lot even if you weren’t particularly close to him prior to the outbreak. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled in gratitude before looking back at the road. You pulled a jerky from the pack and chewed on the dried meat as you heard Atsumu loudly munching on a bag of chips from behind you. 

“Why the fuck are you eating Doritos in the morning?” Osamu groaned just before the blond rolled the window down and tossed the empty wrapper to the wind. 

Atsumu later sucked on his thumb to clean the cheese remains. “Why the fuck do ‘ya care? It’s not like ‘yer gonna cook me some eggs.”

With the lack of response from the grey-haired twin, Suna placed a hand on your thigh as he drove through a narrow street. You were still a bit hurt from last night, but that was just the typical situation between you and him after he received his fill for the night. One minute, he was distant. The next, he was clingy. You didn’t mind the latter even if he could get exceptionally platonic at times. Any attention you received from Rin, you were happy. It was just how things were when you were in love with someone. 

“Wanna eat?” you offered a jerky to his mouth before he bit on it, masticating the dried meat between his teeth with a grimace that made you giggle. “You don’t like it, Rinrin?”

When he opened his window to spit the food out, you got your answer. “What the fuck’s that?” His nose scrunch was adorable. “I’d rather eat you than that.”

Atsumu’s violent coughs, albeit fake, erupted inside the car. “You fucker. I refuse to hear obscenities in broad daylight.”

“Me eating her out is obscene?” Suna reiterated in good humor while redness saturated your cheeks out of embarrassment. “How about me fucking her—”

“Don’t you,” you placed a finger on his smiling lips, “dare.”

In return, he grinned and pecked your finger affectionately instead. Gosh. How could you hate him, really? You could write a whole book just to describe how much you liked Sunarin since you were 14. The amount of times you wished you could have cute moments like these with him when you were younger was unimaginable. It was a shame that you two never dated in high school because he never really paid attention to you. 

And it kind of sucked, actually, how the only time he ever looked at you was because he had no one else to look at. 

Suddenly, the small smile on your face faded into a sigh. He didn’t notice the change in your expression because Osamu leaned between you two so he could ask, “Do you even have an idea where you’re driving to?”

Suna nodded once, “Camp Shinodayama. I’m sure they’re in there. It’s the closest military base in the area.” 

Kita chimed in, “The one in Izumi? That’s only two hours away.”

“Yeah, that.” He manned the steering wheel with his left hand while pulling yours on his right. You were forced to hold on to the gearshift so his hand could stay atop yours. “We need gas, though.” 

You peeked through the fuel gauge to see that the Hummer was indeed low in gas. Going to gas stations were already anxiety-inducing enough and with someone like Atsumu along, you knew shit would go down again. “I’m staying in the car while you guys get gas and other stuff, I swear to God.”

“Me, too,” Suna quickly announced before any of the three could take his spot. “I’ll cover you guys from the car.”

Osamu added a casual comment, “As long as we don’t come back to see your fingers deep inside Y/N.”

That sentence alone had Atsumu exploding into a throaty guffaw as he patted his brother’s back in clear joy, “You finally said something funny, ‘Samu.”

The grey-haired twin barely reacted. “You’re such an ass.”

“Rule Seven... What’s Rule Seven?”

Suna leaned forward on the steering wheel, arms folded above it as his eyes were stuck on you. You tried to think deep while the two of you were alone at the car after he was able to pull over to a gas station. “Rule seven is... be quiet?”

RULE 7: Stay hushed in unsafe areas

Knowing that the Zs were sensitive to sound, the last thing you wanted was to attract a horde of them just because you were careless enough in producing unnecessary noise. Unless the area was clear of any Zs, survivors must always maintain silence.

“I said let’s swap guns, ‘Samu! Don’t piss me off!”

Atsumu’s roaring voice from outside of the car made you and Suna snort. Of course, the attention-seeker was also the rule-breaker.

“You know who’s the first one to die.” His fox eyes glinted in amusement before he faced you again. “Not us.”

You laughed along. “Definitely not us. Maybe a certain blond will.”

You could see, even from a distance, that Osamu was trying his hardest to zip his brother’s mouth as they continued to argue about who was going to carry the AR-10 rifle. Kita was shaking his head at them as he stood on the side of the truck, filling up the tank while you and Suna waited inside.

Just then, Rin suddenly brought up a topic, “We’ll find your brother soon,” he promised. “He’s still in the camp. You’ll see him there.”

Your heart melted from his comfort because he lost his own little sister after he couldn’t save her from the Zs that mobbed their home. Tragically, his own parents were the ones that feasted on his sister’s flesh just like how your parents almost ravaged your younger brother. Suna may not show it, but you were aware of how lonely he had become when he lost all of his family.

The only possible, or at least a little bit, of consolation to that was the fact that the rest of you had become orphans, too. The Miya twins, Kita, you. You all lost your families in this cruel zombie upsurge. Many lives were lost, many hearts were broken, many tears were released. You ought to live your best life while you still could. Frankly, that was the reason why you were even in this physical relationship with Suna even if you knew that his heart was never with you.

“I really hope I see Asher soon.” Because God knew how much you longed to see your little brother. There was a 50/50 chance that he was still alive but, with the Lord’s mercy, you hoped that you would get to see him again. He was the only family you had left.

Rintarou’s sudden somberness worried you, but he quickly shifted into his usual languid stance. He, too, was searching for the last important person he had left. “I have to find Sophia. No matter what happens.”

The dedication in his tone sent bullets straight to your soul.

“I-I’m sure you will,” you responded positively, not knowing what else was appropriate to say until you spewed out, “but are you prepared to know if she’s—?”

With a stern shake of the head, his grip on the steering wheel became tighter. You didn’t mean to place the image of Sophia’s demise in his head but realistically, there was a high possibility of it turning out true. No one was safe in this world. “I made so many promises with her and I already broke one of them, so I’ll find her,” he strictly said, “If I’m gonna die, I have to be next to her.”

Air refused to enter your lungs. His words killed you. “H-How about—”

“Holy shit, no fucking way!”

As Atsumu’s voice interrupted you, you turned around to see what he was making a fuss about only to see him, Osamu, and Kita standing behind the gas pumps but not quite showing what they were looking at.

A Z1? Z2? Suna grabbed his shotgun and got out of the car in an instant. You followed him like a tail with a tight grasp on your handgun to prepare yourself from imminent danger in this afternoon heat.

The sudden halt in Suna’s footsteps made you look up just before he spoke, “Aran?”

Oh my, God... Out of all the places.

Aran Ojiro with tattered clothing and a very distressed expression on his face greeted all five you in complete, total, utter disbelief. “You guys,” he exhaled, looking like he had just gone to war as he put down his baseball bat. The current physical state he was in pretty much spoke for itself. “Y’all are still alive, huh?”

“Are ‘ya fuckin’ kidding me?!” Atsumu cried, tackling the man into a hug with the happiness of reuniting with an old friend brought. When people were dying left and right, it was always great to see familiar faces that reminded you of home.

“I’m so glad you made it this far.” Kita’s eyes were wide, still in shock.

The same went for Osamu and Suna as the grey-haired guy also enveloped Aran into a hug. “Nice to fucking see you.”

“Shit, you’re really you,” Suna added, lowering his shotgun to catch Aran’s arm in greeting. “Weren’t you in the Camp? Why are you... Where’s Sophia? Did you see her there?”

A mixture of agitation, urgency, and desperation filled Rintarou’s voice to indicate just how much he was dying to hear some news about her. It had been three months and you thought he had long accepted Sophia’s possible unfortunate fate.

“Answer me, tell me.” He was now holding Aran’s arm tight, juicing him for details.

“The Camp’s gone,” Aran later revealed, causing your gasp. No. Your brother. “Whole place got infested with zombies. The military managed to rescue some of the others to a new site, but the rest of us were left fighting for our lives.” He looked at a dejected Suna. “I-I don’t know where Sophia is, Rin. She was with a group last time I saw her but I have no idea if they even made it.”

Suna stumbled back, hands on his nape. “Did she say anything to you while she was at the camp?”

The other four of you simply faded in the background as you listened to their conversation because Rin had made it crystal clear how much he loved Sophia and would do anything to have her in his arms again.

“She was waiting for you,” Aran spilled, gauging Suna’s outburst of emotions. “Last thing she said was she’ll never forgive you for staying behind.”

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road trip weekend - emmett cullen

Anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if I could please request something fluffy with Emmett Cullen? I didn’t really have a plot in mind, but maybe we’re going on a road trip in the Jeep or something? Headcanons are fine, too! Whatever you want. Thank you so much!!

It was dark and gloomy all week

That was until Thursday as it suddenly got sunny and warm

Sun and the Cullens? no go

They all decided to stay home, but Emmett has other plans

He planned out a whole road trip for the two of you

He shows up at your house with his Jeep

"Emmett, I have school tomorrow!"

"So you don’t want to hang out with the best boyfriend ever?"

Of course you did

He didn't forget that you need to eat, but maybe three grocery bags full might be a LOT

Snacks, drinks, sandwiches, more snacks...

"You hungry?"

"Emmett, you bought me three Subway sandwiches ten minutes ago."

Makes sure that you are comfortable at all times

He drives extra carefully with you in the car

You fall asleep while he is driving a lot

But he has a blanket just in case you get cold

He WILL buy you every single souvenir he can find you

Will set up the tent and everything all on his own

Took an entire pile of pillows and soft blankets

Emmett will not let go of you when you are asleep

Stays with you just to make sure you’re safe

Leaves in the morning to hunt but will never be gone for a long time

On the road back he stops at every gas station just in case you’re hungry or need to use the toilet

Has his hand on your thigh while driving

He just loves feeling your touch tbh

You would have taken a lot of pictures to put in a scrapbook

When you guys get to your house he helps you unpack all your clothes and souvenirs

Would ‘accidentally’ leave behind some of his clothes

Gets excited when he sees you wear them on the next Monday

“Let’s road trip again soon.��

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Tony Stark x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3,870ish

Request: Hi so this is my first time actually talking about this but I have PTSD from when I went to a party and 2 guys sexually assaulted me. I think about it a lot epically when I'm in crowds and such thinking they may be near me. I know Tony deals with PTSD but from a different situations and I was wondering how he would help his girlfriend with it? & I just really wanna feel safe when it's so hard for me to right now 

Warnings: sexual assault (not explicit), mention of rape and rape kit, PTSD

Notes: I hope that did this request justice. Please read carefully. The first “section” (divided by the ~~~) tells about the sexual assault incident. It doesn’t go too in depth. But if you don’t feel comfortable reading it, please skip that part and read the rest. (If you chose to skip that part, begin reading after the first ~~~.)

You couldn’t stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Even though you knew how it looked, especially as you sat in the corner of the subway car. Trying to get yourself to disappear from the world. Mascara had joined your tears cause you hadn’t thought to wear a waterproof type. Why would you? You never thought that it would happen to you. Yes, you’ve heard the stories, you’d been warned, and you even knew people who had it happen to you. But maybe you didn’t think it could ever since you became an Avenger. Ever since you’d meet Tony and he promised to protect you forever.

You went to the party knowing that you couldn’t drink, at least not very much. There was an important mission tomorrow, everyone on the team was needed. That was also the reason why you didn’t want to go to the party at first. But Tony had convinced you, saying that you needed to hang out with your old friends.

The old friends had met you in front of where the party was. Greeting you with large smiles and hugs. The first few hours were fine. But the people got drunker and the music got louder. And before you knew it you had been separated from your friends. Two guys were next to you, basically on top of you because of how crowded the space was.

They both tried to get you to go someplace else with them. You kept refusing. They kept pushing. Eventually, they didn’t care to get you into a more secluded setting. They shoved a drink down your throat, almost immediately putting you in a dazed state. One of them went behind you while the other stayed in front. They sexually assaulted you right then and there. With no one caring. One was always holding you up with a hand around your mouth, so that the other could be inside you. Then they would switch or join the other.

Slowly, they were moving you to the side of the room. You didn’t know what to do, how to react. You were in such a state of shock that all your training went out the window. Whatever they gave you wasn’t helping as well. They enjoyed you for far too long before literally tossing you in the alley outside of where you were.

There you laid, trying to get yourself to move. Eventually you did. As you got up, you noted your lack of undergarments. All you had on was your dress. Your purse was missing as well. Your whole body was shaking as you headed out of the alley to the nearest subway station.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears until you were sitting in the subway car. Getting weird looks. You didn’t care though. All you wanted to do was go home and wash this night away.

~~~

“Sir, it appears Miss L/N is back,” JARVIS informed Tony. He was up late in his lab, not being able to sleep without you safely in the Tower.

“Thanks, J,” Tony responded. “Tell her—“

“There’s something wrong.” Tony’s head snapped up. JARVIS had never spoken like that. Spoken with just concern. “I’m bringing her to you.”

Tony rushed to the elevator, already knowing not to question JARVIS. He waited anxiously for the elevator to open. And when it did, his heart completely shattered. You were hugging yourself, pushed up against the corner of the elevator. You were on the ground, your face a mess.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed. 

You flinched. You looked up at him, but you weren’t seeing him. Your eyes were red and glassed over, and not just because of the tears you were shedding. Tony crouched down in front of you, careful not to get into your space.

“Honey… wanna tell me what’s going on?” You shook your head, still not looking at him. “Alright, that’s okay. Can I help you up? I think you need to be checked out.”

“No!” You squeaked, pushing yourself further into the corner.

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. Have I ever?”

You breathed raggedly, trying to get your brain to form coherent thoughts. “N-noo…”

“Then can I carry you out of the elevator?”

It took you a moment, but eventually you nodded. Tony let out a breath of relief before quickly getting his arms situated to pick you up. As he did, your dress moved up, revealing that you had no underwear on. Tony’s heart clenched and he had to repress a growl building in his throat. You didn’t need to tell him what happened anymore, he could easily guess. And after he was done helping you, he was going to make sure whoever did this to you paid.

You were trembling in his arms as he carried you out of the elevator and into his lab. Tony set you down on a clean work bench and watched you curl in on yourself. He turned to his monitors, taking a deep breath before he freaked out. He typed quickly on his keyboard, notifying Wanda and Natasha of the situation and to hurry on up to the lab. He then contacted the Tower’s female doctor, requesting her to the lab immediately. 

Wanda and Natasha were in the lab faster than Tony had expected. He had moved to your side, trying to figure out what to do. You were still crying and partially dazed. 

“Y/N,” Wanda called sweetly, appearing next to your head. “You’re in shock. May I help you?”

“I… I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“I won’t do anything without your permission. I just want you to feel some peace, get some rest.”

“….okay….”

“Before Wanda does anything,” Natasha cut in. She paused, briefly glancing at the other two. “We need your verbal consent to do a rape kit.”

You clenched your eyes shut as a sob tore through your whole being. Your heart was racing dangerously as you began to struggle to breath.

“Sir, it seems that Y/N is panicking,” JARVIS said.

“No, shit, J!” Tony responded. “Hey, honey, hey.” He bent down to be closer to your face. “I need you to breath or to allow Wanda to help you. It’s your choice. Nothing will be done without your consent.”

Tony gripped your hands close and ever so lovingly. You allowed yourself to look into Tony’s pleading brown eyes. You knew that he would never hurt you, he never had. Shakily, you nodded.

“Yes,” you rasped. “Help me.”

Tony pulled your hands to his lips, kissing them. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Y/N, we need your verbal consent for the rape kit,” Natasha reminded, gently.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “You can do the rape kit.”

Wanda’s red streams of power floated around your head, putting you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. And that’s when Tony let loose. He turned around and threw the items off his desk with a shout. 

“Tony! Tony!” Natasha exclaimed, moving to stop the billionaire. She grabbed him from behind, turning him around and pulling him in for a hug.

“I failed her,” Tony cried softly. “I failed to protect her.”

“You didn’t do anything. No one could have seen this coming.”

“Excuse me,” the doctor exited the elevator. “I was called up here.”

“Yes, yes,” Tony nodded, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “The patient, Y/N, is on the table. She’s given verbal consent for a rape kit and I would like her blood to be drawn. I want to see if she was drugged.”

“Cause there should have been more bruises and fight marks,” Natasha whispered, putting the pieces together.

She knew you. She trained with you. You were capable of taking down Steve and Bucky on your best day. How did you not fight this? Natasha and Tony both knew you would have, so there had to be something that prevented you from doing so.

“Alright, I’ll get right to work.”

~~~

When you began coming to, you noticed how badly your head was pounding. You were confused initially, at your surroundings. The white and gray walls. The twin bed and the monitors beeping. But then it all came flooding back to you. You gasped, sitting up dramatically and frantically looking around the room. The monitor beside you began beeping faster and louder.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Tony said, rushing into the room. He sat on the edge of your bed and set his hands on your upper arms. “Breathe, honey, breathe. You’re in the med-bay, you’re safe.”

“I… they…” You stuttered as you tried to catch your breath and your racing thoughts. “I should have… I could have…”

“Whatever you’re thinking, sweetheart, I need you to stop. It was not your fault. You were drugged.”

“I-I know… they stuffed it down my throat… I… I kept saying no… But there was two of them…”

“You don’t have to talk about it right now,” Tony cupped your cheeks, brushing his calloused thumbs across your cheeks to catch the tears. “I don’t want you to get worked up when you’ve just gone through a trauma.”

“I… I… they…” You were getting worked up, which was definitely something you did not need right now.

“Sssshhhh,” Tony coed. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.”

“Good morning,” the doctor greeted, walking into the room. “How are we feeling this morning?”

“I… I don’t know how to answer that,” you responded quietly.

The doctor gave a sympathetic smile. “That’s to be expected. Are you hurting anywhere?”

You sucked in your lip and thought about it. You did hurt. Your heart, your head. Every area they touched burned, like a phantom pain. But do you tell them that? Do you freak them out and worry them more? Or do you lie?

“I… uh…” You stuttered. “It…” The doctor and Tony eyed each other, worriedly. “Um… y-yes…”

Both the doctor and Tony were surprised at how you were actually honest with them. But they weren’t going to question it.

“Okay,” the doctor jot something down on the tablet she was holding. “Do you mind sharing where exactly you’re feeling the pain?”

“I… um… no…” you said.

“That’s okay. I’ll just order you a general painkiller, hopefully that will help.”

“Is it okay if I take her to our room?” Tony wondered.

“Yes, I can check in on her there and she would be more comfortable, I’m guessing.”

“Please,” you pleaded quietly. 

You needed some place more private and where you felt safe. Tony and yours shared room had always been your safe place. Tony had even shared with you that he felt the same after you had moved in. In that room you two had shared very intimate moments. Physically, emotionally, mentally. It was a place where both of you could let your guard down and completely be yourselves.

Tony leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll go get a wheelchair, sweetheart.”

Tony quickly grabbed a wheelchair and gently placed you in the chair. He took the blanket that he had laid on you when you were on the table, and placed it on you. You curled onto the chair, pulling the blanket around you. He thanked the doctor before pushing you to the bedroom. 

Once you were there, Tony placed you onto the bed. He helped you under the covers before sitting beside you.

“What can I help you with, dear?” Tony asked softly. He took your hand, rubbing his thumb along the top of it. “Do you need anything? Food? Water?” 

“Actually… a shower…” you responded. “I need to wash all this off me.”

“Okay, okay. Let me go get it all set up and started and then I’ll help you.” 

He rushed off before you could get the courage to tell him that you didn’t want his help. Not that you didn’t appreciate it. But you couldn’t stand the thought of him, or any other man for that matter, touching your skin or see you naked. Tony was back faster than you thought he would be. He didn’t take any notice of your glossy eyes as he picked you up, took you into the bathroom, and set you on the edge of the tub.

“I’m going to help you out of your clothes, okay?” Tony was careful, making sure that he had your permission before he did anything.

“N-noo,” you squeaked. “I… sorry…”

Every time Tony thought his heart couldn’t shatter anymore, you’d do something to prove him wrong. “Okay, honey. That’s okay. I’ll just leave the door ajar and be outside if you need anything.” He placed a quick kiss on your forehead. “Right outside.”

Then he left you. You slowly removed your clothes, hating seeing the dress you used to love. And the skin you used to be so confident in and let Tony worship didn’t physical look different, but it sure felt different. 

When you stepped under the streaming, hot water, you let it pound against your back. You were unable to move for longer than you cared to admit, so stuck inside your mind. Reliving those horrific memories that were last night.

“Honey,” Tony’s voice filled the shower, with help from JARVIS, “your heart rate is escalating. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah-h,” you replied.

“Are you sure?”

No, you thought. But you weren’t about to tell him that. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

You washed your hair before you began to scrub your body. And scrub and scrub. Until your skin was red. You turned off the water before stepping out and drying yourself. Thankfully, Tony had left clothes for you. A pair of his boxers and your favorite shirt of his.

While you had been in the shower, Tony was leaning his back against the wall next to the door. Trying to keep his tears at bay. He couldn’t let you know how this was effecting him, because he couldn’t imagine how bad this was all effecting you.

When you finally came out of the bathroom, the emptiness in your eyes scared Tony the most. He wordlessly helped you into bed before getting into the bed himself. He moved over to you and tried to bring you into him, only for you to immediately tense up.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped. You clenched your eyes shut as you tried not to release any tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Tony’s arms immediately retracted. “Please don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s going to take time and I’ll be here every step of the way.”

~~~

The nightmares that occurred made you feel so bad. You woke up Tony every night. But all he would say is that you did the same for him, so he’s just returning the favor. It was the truth. Tony’s PTSD used to keep him up at night, but with you and therapy he had been gaining positive strides. So he was determined to help you do the same. He found you a therapist, which took some time for you to open up to, but you did. He didn’t touch you without your permission, and made sure everyone else did the same. 

It took you almost six months for you to get physical with Tony again. But there was no funny business about it, you two were still taking it slow. You were slowly healing, slowly feeling safe again. Though sometimes for every step forward you took, you felt like you would then take four steps back. There was one thing you hadn’t made progress with at all yet. Crowds.

Crowds had you terrified. Always checking your surroundings for the men that had harmed you. Or for any person that might think of doing the same. That had gotten you taken off missions, for the foreseeable future. You had barely left the tower since that night. Only getting fresh air from the balconies and rooftop. Tony, because of you, had even stopped hosting parties. Team movie nights even took a while to start back up. Not wanting to rush you. But you had finally began to warm up to the team as a whole again.

You had successfully avoided crowds, parties, and galas of any sorts for months. Well, until the government had decided to honor the Avengers and it became a requirement for you to show up to the celebration gala.

“I’m going to be by your side all night,” Tony promised. 

He had a hand above your knee as you two sat close together in one of the limos taking the Avengers to the gala. You two were decked out in some of your best attire, which could usually lift your mood because of how extremely handsome Tony looked. But it was failing to tonight. Your palms were sweaty, you kept having to wipe them against your dress. Your heart was trying to not race and you were trying to keep your mind from spiraling out of control.

“Hey, look at me,” Tony gently directed. You let out a shaky breath as you did. He could see the fear in your eyes, while you could see the overwhelming love in his. “Natasha and Clint have done a sweep of the building. JARVIS, Maria, and I have checked over the guest list. Everything’s going to me alright.”

“I… I don’t know—“

“We don’t have to stay long. After they hand us that bloody paperweight, we’re out, okay? I have Happy on stand-by with the limo to take us wherever you want. Plus, I won’t leave your side.”

You swallowed. “Let’s get out of this car before I change my mind.”

Tony pecked your lips. “You got it.” 

Tony exited out the door on his side, the flashing lights of the paparazzi beginning. You took another shaky, deep breath as Tony ran around to your side to open the door. He held his hand out to you, firmly taking yours once it was placed. He pulled you from the car and guided you through the crowd of people. Yes, they were all behind barriers. But they were shouting your name, shouting questions. It wasn’t a secret that you hadn’t appeared on a mission, let alone outside the Tower, in months.

Tony paused you two a few times for pictures. Always keeping you tightly to his side. He’d press a kiss somewhere on your open skin and whisper about how good you were doing and how proud he was of you. You kept taking deep breaths and tried to focus solely on Tony. He noticed each breath, responded with a gentle squeeze or a kiss.

Finally, you arrived inside. It was a large area, very grand with a stage and set tables on the other end of it. With a dance floor in the middle and a bar on the side. You would have appreciated it all more if there weren’t so many people. The further you entered, the harder time you had not checking your surroundings. The itch to do so was driving you mad. The moment you turned your head to check over your shoulder, Tony turned it to face him.

“Your breathings picking up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I need you to match mine.”

“I—I—I can’t… we need to go home,” you stammered, letting your fears get the best of you.

“Yes, you can. We’ve been working on this, we’ll be gone within the hour.”

“I…” Your head snapped towards the sound of a booming voice, causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

“Woah there.” Tony held onto you. “It’s just Thor telling the congress people a story. You’re okay.”

“I really don’t think I can do this, Tony.”

“What do you always say when I begin to panic?”

“That’s different. You—“

“No arguing. What do you tell me?”

“I tell you that you can get through it. That I will go through it will you.”

“And?”

“I tell you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.”

“And what do I tell you?”

“That I can do it. That you’re proud of how far I’ve come and how you’re going through it with me.”

“Exactly. The fact that you got out of the limo was a huge accomplishment. And that you’re standing in this building with people all around you is an even bigger one. Honey, you have made so much progress even just tonight. That makes me so very proud of you.”

“But I still don’t know how much longer I can do this for.”

“That’s fine. Completely fine. How about we see if a dance will help? We’ll be able to see the whole room together, keep an eye out. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll leave. Who cares about this dumb award anyway?”

“One dance… I’ll try one dance.”

Tony smiled as he pulled you onto the dance floor. He held you close as he twirled you around. The both of you checked your surroundings. You knew that nothing would happen with Tony with you, your brain just didn’t want to believe it. No matter what.

“Tony,” you rasped once the next song started. Your head was spiraling and your heart was still on the verge of racing. “I… I really think I need to go.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll send a message to the team in the car,” Tony responded. “Let’s go.”

He led you out, calling Happy on the way. You let out a breath of relief at the fact he was taking you the back way so that no one would make a fuss over it. Thankfully, Happy was already ready and waiting. He opened the door for the two of you. You sent him a grateful smile, which he reciprocated. The moment Happy shut the door, you leaned heavily into Tony. You hadn’t realized how much of your energy was being used to try and keep yourself calm.

“Just relax, baby,” Tony whispered, holding you close. “Nothing’s going to happen to you in here. I’ve got you.”

“Where to Boss?” Happy asked. 

Tony looked down at you. He smirked when he realized that you had passed out. “Home, Hap. Let’s go home.”

~~~

Tony carried you into the bedroom. Before the incident, he would have been able to change you out of your clothes without permission. But now he needed to ask you, he didn’t want to push you over the edge.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, gently shaking you. You groaned. “I need you to wake up, baby. You need to get changed so that we can go to bed.”

“M’kay,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering, failing to open.

“Just wait here, I’ll grab everything.”

All you could do was nod in response. Tony rushed around, changing himself before grabbing the things he needed for you. He told you every move he was going to make before he made it, not wanting to freak you out. Once you were all ready, he pulled you into bed with him. He pressed a kiss to your head and held you close, thinking that you were already asleep.

“Thank you, Tones,” you murmured, practically moving to lay yourself on top of him, “for always keeping me safe.”

“Of course, honey, of course.”

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[moonrazeeclipse]

Day at the Amusement Park.

The last time I went to an amusement park was when I was 12 years-old. My memories have been mostly shaky, but what I can remember was the happiness and joy I felt with my mother and father.

It’s been tough for me to have fun these days. Being a 23 year-old working a typical nine-to-five shift made it difficult to have time for myself. Stressed about the quotas, the numbers, job stability, and everything else in between. Good sleep has eluded me for months.

Then I look at my girlfriend, Nicha, and my hope has never been brighter.

Ah, Nicha. Everyone else knew and recognized her as Minnie, but the closest to her called her by her real name. If I thought an average office job was a grindfest, then hers was a gauntlet. Idol life meant she had to be up as early as 3 A.M. and she’d run through several sets of makeup, practice, interviews, and appearances. During one of her off days she and her members visited my building while I just so happen to be on coffee break. One funny stare and the next thing I knew, we were hiding our relationship from the whole world.

No matter how exhausted she got, she kept that same positive, happy energy as if she had unlimited battery life. Each occasional glance as I drove to the old amusement park, she was beaming, singing along to the songs on the radio, like she were a child. This was one of her rare off days where they didn’t have any schedules, so maybe that’s the reason why she’s extra joyful too.

The park itself hadn’t changed much since I last visited all those years back. The entrance looked rusted and devoid of any life or color. There seemed to be way fewer people visiting as well. Nicha offered to take me to that newer park with those virtual reality simulators, but I turned it down with a chuckle, saying that I wasn’t making enough money to spend a day there. Regardless, we entered the place, her hand holding mine, dragging me with the brightest smile on her face.

Whatever she wanted to do, I followed along. Nicha ran ahead of me, acting like a child and not a famous, recognizable idol. Being around me must be freeing for her; she could be herself when I’m with her. None of the rides were renovated or refashioned, which gave me that nostalgic feel. Because there weren’t that many visitors, waiting only took less than ten minutes for each ride. Despite my motion sickness, I powered through the first roller coaster without a problem. The second one? I recalled hurling up minutes after getting off that one as a child. Nicha screamed her heart out on the first coaster, but was overcome by fear on the second. She leaned into my chest while I was fighting every urge not to puke mid-ride. I sought a barf bag once we got off, making her laugh.

“Ahaha! You look hilarious!” Nicha mocked.

“Why are you gloating? Don’t act like you were hiding your face on my chest.” I retorted. She blushed in embarrassment before pretending to run away. No matter how much she loved to make fun of me, I couldn’t get upset. Her wholesome smiles made her a great person to hang out with.

Walking along the park, we came across a row of booths. These booths offered challenges in exchange for prizes. Dad won me a basketball as a reward back then. Even with age, one of the game masters somehow recognized me by my eyes.

“Hey, hey! It’s been a long time! You’re all grown now!” He said, calling my attention.

“Oh, hey. How did you recognize my face?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have your father’s eyes, that’s why! How’s he doing?” He changed the subject.

“Umm, great I guess.” I honestly didn’t know how to answer, since I haven’t spoken to him in years.

Nicha suddenly came in from behind and hugged me. The game master’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh! Is this your girlfriend? Why don’t you step up and show her your father’s talent?” He challenged me on the spot. I sighed as Nicha moved right next to me. Her beaming eyes and bright smile gave me more pressure to do well.

I was poor at sports, so I wondered how bad I’d mess up at ring toss. I didn’t have deft hands like my dad, and I wasn’t practicing at all. I’m better with keyboards, I murmured under my breath as he gave me the rings. First toss. The ring hit the bottle. My eyes widened. Second toss. The bottle was a little more distant than the first. I threw the ring and to my surprise, it hit too. Shock drowned out my girlfriend’s cheers and the yell of the game master. One more ring, one more toss. The bottle was placed at a greater distance compared to the earlier ones. I was doing better than I thought, so maybe my luck would run out on this turn. I flung the last ring, and time seemingly slowed down as I released it from my grip.

One, two, three, four, five. Bingo.

Nicha hugged me in celebration. I made all three tosses as the game master applauded me. Wow. Honestly, that may have been divine intervention, considering how awful I am at these games. It must have been five minutes before I moved because I stayed frozen in place, unable to let my victory sink in.

“You do have your father’s genes in you after all! Go ahead and pick a prize.” The game master said, snapping me back to reality.

I turned to Nicha, implying that she could choose the prize. She took the hint and pointed at a gigantic brown teddy bear. The game master grabbed it from the shelf and handed it over to me. I gave the stuffed animal to her, and she buried her face on its belly.

“Aaahh it’s so fluffy! You’re really good at this, Minki!” She cuddled the bear as I just chuckled and waved goodbye to the game master.

The rest of our day at the park was just riding the rest of the attractions and eating an ice cream sandwich along the way. Nicha and I had so much fun together, refusing to let go of the teddy bear. The sun had set and nightfall came, and our time was almost up. But before we left, there was one more ride we hadn’t gone in. The ferris wheel.

The passenger cabins were suited for four people, so we hopped on one, including our stuffed animal. She placed the bear next to her as the wheel began moving. From where I sat I could see the bright lights of the highway, overlooking the specks of people thousands of feet in the air. Nicha looked out the window before turning to me, taking my hand.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today,” she said, caressing my hand gently and pecking it. “Thank you.”

I gazed into her eyes, gleaming brighter than the stars in the night sky. She stared back at me, looking at me the same way. Then something sprung in me to lock lips with her. Nicha sunk into the kiss, pulling me close and our tongues swirled with each other. She was sweeter and tastier than dessert. I cupped her cheek and she placed her palm on mine, running it across her face.

She broke the kiss and slowly spread my legs. I panicked a little because of the situation we’re in. Nicha feigned ignorance and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers.

“Nicha! We’re still in public, remember?”

“Your cock says otherwise,” she replied, slapping my hardened cock with her hand. “I’ve been missing you so much. I can’t help myself.”

She seized my balls, giving them a rub. “You’re full. You’ve been missing me too.”

I groaned as she kissed me from my balls, making her way up to my tip. Her soft lips felt so good on my shaft. She looked at me with widened eyes, satisfied with the pleasure she’s giving me. I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes, allowing the euphoria of her swirling tongue to override my brain. If that wasn’t enough, she added her sensual moans into her slurps, giving me tingles up my spine.

My hands flowed through her black locks, while the rest of my body just numbed in pleasure. I didn’t realize she took me in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Nicha bobbed her head back and forth, coating my shaft with her saliva. We didn’t care if anyone caught us in the lewd act. Nicha had her way with me and my body happily fell under control.

Pop. She released me from her mouth after blowing me off for a while. I was really sinking into that excitable feeling too. Appropriate timing too, as she finished up just as the car was about to reach ground level. I quickly buttoned up my pants as she pretended like she didn’t suck my cock leaving the pod.

We reached my car just as the park was closing, and she gave me a few pecks on the cheek. “When we get home, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Sure, baby. I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want.” The thought of her splayed body already riled me up and I couldn’t be any more excited to drive home.

I turned the key. Rough gruffs roared from the engine. Again. Gruffs. In frustration I slapped my hands against the steering wheel. The car couldn’t start. Fuck.

“I just had it checked last week,” I grumbled. It was second hand but I didn’t have any excuse. Nicha giggled. She was still smiling as she watched me suffer and curse my car out. Oh, no matter how terrible a day gets, you’re always the jovial one.

Conveniently there was a subway station nearby whose line started and ended at the park. We both got out of the car and decided to take the train home. Nicha still refused to let go of the teddy bear.

Entering one of the cars, we sat at the back end of the left row. All the walking wore our legs out, so I slumped down in my seat. Nicha set the bear at the corner chair before sitting beside me. Drowsiness began kicking in and soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep holding my girlfriend’s hand tightly.

I felt a sensation below my chest that woke me up. My eyes opened slowly, vision blurring my sight. I looked to my left and saw only the teddy bear. She probably went to the bathroom, I thought. I tried going back to sleep, but I felt that twitching in my stomach again. I looked down and to my surprise, my pants were on the ground. Nicha was on her knees, sucking my erect cock.

“Nicha! What did I say about doing this in public?” I whispered, trying to avoid causing a disturbance with the nearby passengers.

She responded by taking more of me into her mouth, making me moan with her humming sounds. “Mmph, I can’t help myself. Your cock rubbed on me as we slept.”

It took all of my willpower not to submit to pleasure, but I was able to scout the area. There weren’t a lot of people on this late train ride home, except a man wearing a business suit calling someone on his phone seated on the opposite aisle.

I slowly hopped from one chair to the next using the rail, keeping Nicha busy on my shaft without her letting go into it. My free hands lifted the stuffed bear from its seat and placed it to where I was sitting. The prized toy was huge enough to act as camouflage from unsuspecting train-goers.

“Yeah. Let’s discuss the business trip to Japan at the cafe. I’ll move up so you can spot me as I get off,” the man said as he stood up from his seat and trudged to the front.

I sighed a breath of relief, but that was only a temporary win. I looked below to see how Nicha was doing and my eyes widened. She stripped off her overalls as her bare legs were now exposed.

“Nicha!” I almost screamed, panicking at the situation she’d got us into. She giggles at my reaction before kissing my tip with her soft lips.

“While you were busy covering us up I took my overalls off. I really can’t wait for you to fill me inside.” She said matter-of-factly.

I groaned in annoyance but I couldn’t help myself. She was opening herself and I guess my patience ran out too.

“We still have a few more stops to go before our stop,” She added, stroking me with her fingers.

My psyche crumbled under her control again. I resisted her lips, but not her hands rapidly pumping my cock. I threw my head back and allowed the pleasure to jack my brain, grazing my hands on her hair again.

I must have drowned deeply to the delight of Nicha’s handjob that I ignored the dings and voice of the operator over the speaker indicating the train’s destination. My eyes, struggling to open, somehow caught a glimpse of a few new passengers entering the car. Quickly I bent over and took her overalls as well as my large coat and veiled my crotch. She continued jerking me off under the covers, eager to get me to orgasm. The commuters gave me either  weird or neutral looks as they walked by. I gave them a gaze of exhaustion, pretending as if I was ill. I just hope they didn’t notice the suspicious bulge below me.

Most of the travelers moved onto another cabin but some of them sat a few rows behind or ahead of ours. Thankfully none decided to sit in the same aisle as us. My hands, which were positioned on my lap, were grabbed by Nicha. She led it down to her clit and I felt her wetness. Even with some bush she was clearly dripping.

“Fuck me, please,” She whispered, each word laced with lust. “I’m so wet for you, babe.”

I hoisted her from the floor and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I rose for a minute before sitting down with her on me. I carefully lined my shaft against her crotch before burying my cock in her walls. She let out a lengthy, low moan as I started ramming into her tight pussy. My hands snuck through her shirt, pinching her taut nipples, making her squeal.

I could feel her juices cream my hair as I grinded back and forth, making sure she feels every inch of my length. One hand escapes her shirt to cover her mouth, preventing her from letting out wild screams. I pulled her face close to mine, her features indicating pleasure as our lips met for a shaky, passionate kiss.

As we continued making out my eyes caught a glimpse of a stewardess slowly making her way across the cabin, punching passengers’ tickets. I broke the kiss off and drove Nicha into my chest, bundling our bodies with her overalls and my coat. The attendant reached us, her formal smile shifting to a confused look at the weird image ahead of her.

“Oh I’m sorry, is she okay?” She asked matter-of-factly.

“Y-yeah. She’s just a little ill, so I’m warming her up, that’s all.” I answered, nodding repeatedly.

Nicha sold my act by freezing in my arms. I reached into my coat and pulled out two tickets. She punched them and smiled as she walked by, believing my lie.

My girlfriend looked me in the eyes, lust ridden over them. I squeal as her finger reaches my cock, still buried in her soaked cunt, stroking me off. Through the pleasant sensation I managed to keep my eyes alert, watching the passengers slowly leave one by one at the next stop. Now it was just the two of us in this cable car.

“We’re alone. Fuck me,” She said as the train started moving again.

Perhaps her eagerness drove me to thrust into her a lot faster than I thought. I rocked back and forth on the chair, drilling her with my shaft. Nicha closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her, her mouth making a wide ‘O’ shape. At this point we ran out of care for our surroundings, made clear by our audible moaning. Her hands claw my nape and hair deeply, her slender figure bouncing up and down my lap.

The tightness of her pussy, as well as her soft, seductive moans made it hard for me to keep control. I was losing another round to her lewdness and this one would be the hardest of them all. I was all but ready to climax, only slowing down my pumps to keep the euphoria last longer.

“F-fuck, I’m going to cum,” I whispered.

“On me. Fill me, please. Fill me with your cum.”

One. Two. Three. With a heavy groan I reached my peak. I felt shots of warm semen fill her womb. I pumped through my orgasm, shooting flecks of cum in her until I was drained. My hips stopped grinding. I put my head down in exhaustion over that intense, risky session. She cupped my face then kissed me on the cheek.

“T-that was s-so g-good. I can’t wait until we get home for more.”

There’s a clear trail of white on my chair and on my pants. My cock slipped out of her slit as I set her down on the ground.

“This is the last station! Thank you for riding with us.” The operator announced over the intercom. We’re almost at our destination.

I pulled her overalls off my coat and threw it at Nicha. “Put these on, we still have to walk home.”

“I don’t wanna,” she pouted. “I want to go home with your cum dripping down on me.”

I sighed. Nicha decided to be bratty on the way home, when everything was almost perfect and after all we’ve been through. But what else can I do?

I gave her my coat as I took her overalls and placed it in my bag. We got off the train with her wearing my coat, our mixed juices still running down her legs. We enjoyed our little walk home, having forgotten the prized teddy bear that she was attached to all day long, but that didn’t matter. As soon as we reached home, we stuffed our bodies into each other throughout the night.

—————

And that’s my first work done. I didn’t do a lot of editing as I was excited to publish this one. I finally decided to jump into the world of smut writing after being inspired for a while now. Thank you for reading!

[uvobreakmylegs]

Importunity

a lot of people wanted a Shalnark fic so here ya go~

💕Happy Valentine’s Day💕

Warnings: kidnapping, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of death, threats of violence

You'd gotten out.

Your brain was a little too high on the adrenaline of a successful escape for you to think over how exactly you had managed it, but you'd gotten out. The months of living with the man named Shalnark had been slowly wearing you down, exhausting you and at times you considered giving in to him. To 'let him love you', as he put it. Things would've been easier if you could just resign yourself to him and try to live that sweet lie that this relationship was normal and also one that you were still willingly part of.

But resilience held strong, and after many, many attempts at escape, you finally managed to make it to the outside while he was away.

Of course, you were only done with the first part of this plan.

For the second half, you needed to get out of the area before Shalnark came back. And so you were speed-walking through the busy streets of the city, keeping your head down for fear of Shalnark coming back and spotting you. You had never gotten this far before; if he caught you, whatever punishment you would receive for this attempt would be much worse than what he'd done to you previously. And whatever he did to you, he would have that same sickeningly-sweet smile on his face the entire time.

How could a person look so cheerful while they hurt someone else?

At one point you did like Shalnark. You would have gone as far as to say that you loved him. He was nice, if a little bit odd, but after your bad breakup with your ex, Shalnark felt like a breath of fresh air. He was happy to give you attention and eager to go out with you. When the two of you were together, his focus was 100% on you. And the sex was actually good. Shalnark was everything your ex wasn't, and you were happy that you had met such a man.

But after a little while of dating, once the exhilarating feeling of entering a new relationship had died down, red flags started popping up. Like how obsessive Shalnark was when it came to you. How he'd regularly go through your phone to delete contacts of yours, or how he had downloaded weird apps to your phone and computer so he could “keep an eye on you”. The phone made a little bit of sense, maybe, but the computer? You'd questioned him and tried to get him to uninstall those apps off your devices, but he refused.

“Shalnark, do you not trust me?”

At the time, you assumed that this behavior came from a fear that you would cheat on him, and that hurt you more than you had anticipated.

He sensed that as well, as it was one of the few times his cheerful expression vanished, watching you as tears began to well up in your eyes at the thought that he believed you to be a cheater.

Shalnark grabbed you then, holding you against his chest.

“It isn't that at all,” he assured you, stroking your hair.

“I really do want to make sure that you're safe. This is all just in case of a worst-case scenario. If something bad happens and I need to find you immediately.”

He pulled away from you slightly, cupping your face with both hands as he smiled at you again.

“So don't cry, okay?”

“.... What are you worried about exactly?” you asked.

“Lots of things.”

He didn't give you any answers beyond that.

You tried overlooking it. Tried to keep your mind on the positives, but more red flags kept popping up. How he would leave for long periods of time with no explanation, how when he came back, he was sometimes covered in cuts and bruises, and how he would always brush away your concerns and cheerfully refuse to tell you anything. Whenever he was back, he wouldn't let you be around any of your friends, insisting on taking up every second of free time that you had. But when it came to his private life he was willing to drop everything and leave you without explanation.

You felt like you were being used. And you reached your breaking point when he had tried to insist that you not spend any time with your friends when he was out of town.

“I can't do this anymore,” you said, head in your hands as the two of you stood in the kitchen.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to break up.”

Seconds passed by, and Shalnark said nothing. When you moved your hands aside to look at him, he was still smiling at you.

“I see,” he said.

He didn't sound angry, and for a second you wondered if he had been treating you badly to make you break up with him.

Without another word, he pulled out a strange looking needle.

You didn't remember anything after that.

All you knew was when you awoke next, you were in a completely different room in a completely different apartment with Shalnark standing over you.

“I guess I should have seen it coming,” he said to you, “it seems I pushed you a little too hard. But that's all right. We can start over now.”

You were at a loss for words for a few moments as you struggled to understand the situation.

“Start over?” you finally asked.

“Yep.”

“Shalnark, no. I broke up with you.”

“I don't care. I'm keeping you here,” he answered.

“No. I-I don't want to be here,” you said, shaking your head.

“Please Shalnark. Let me go home.”

He grinned, sitting down on the bed with you and grabbing you when you tried to pull away, leaning in until your foreheads were touching.

“Not a chance,” he whispered.

From there the nightmare worsened. You couldn't leave the apartment, and any time you tried, he would catch you and hurt you. Every time, he told you that he didn't want to do it. That it was your fault because you kept misbehaving.

“Things would be easier if you stopped lying to yourself. I know you still have feelings for me.”

You refused to think about that fact. Even though the way he had been treating you before the kidnapping had hurt you, part of you did still care about him. One part of your stupid brain still cared about this incredibly callous man even after everything he had done had you wanting to give in, and you hated yourself for it. It had to have been an act, right? The way he had been when you first met, and how he claimed that he loved you. There was no way he was capable of it. He just wanted to hurt you for his own sick pleasure, and you vowed to never give in to him. You would get away from him and tell the whole world just how much of a sick fuck he was.

You told him that. In the heat of the moment, you had said it right to his face.

He just smiled, and you blacked out again.

The next morning you had awoken to your whole body aching; your muscles were sore and you could barely move your arms and legs. When you stumbled into the bathroom to inspect yourself you found that there were also several cuts and bruises over your entire body.

“Something the matter?”

Shalnark was standing in the doorway, looking pleased with himself as he looked you over.

“.... Shalnark, what did you do?”

He ignored the question, giving you a closed-eyed smile and asking if you wanted breakfast.

You shook those thoughts from your head. Right now, you needed to concentrate on getting away. Once you were safe and had made certain that Shalnark wouldn't be able to touch you again, you'd find a therapist who could help you deal with your trauma and hopefully then you'd be able to go back to being a regular member of society. But right now, you needed to leave before Shalnark came back from his errand and found you missing.

You followed signs pointing in the direction of the subway, which was most likely the fastest way out and the only form of fast transportation that you could really afford, as the meager pile of change you had managed to collect behind his back was all that you had in terms of cash. Just enough to get you to a station on the outskirts of the city and then you'd figure it out from there. You just needed to get as much distance from him as you possibly could.

The streets were fairly crowded, and you needed to dip and weave your way through several groups of people that were walking far too slow and hindering your escape. You'd bumped into a few people, all of who were asking what your problem was as you hurried away. With all of the time that had passed since you were taken, you were certain that you'd been listed as a missing person, but being recognized as that right now wouldn't do you any good.

You spotted the steps that lead down to the underground subway, and against your better judgment, you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you cut through the crowded street to make it down those steps. Things could still go wrong. You knew that. But you were so close and if you could just get onto that train you'd finally be able to get help.

When you were just a few feet away from the top step, a hand grabbed you by the upper arm.

Your mind instantly told you that it was Shalnark, but when you looked to your side, you found an older man with graying hair holding you in place. You didn't recognize him, but he was yelling at you in a language you didn't understand. What you did to earn this reaction, you weren't sure, but it was costing you time and drawing attention as people around you turned to look at the commotion.

“I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're saying,” you said, trying to pull your arm away from him. Instead his grip became tighter and he grew red in the face, virtually screaming at you.

You didn't need this. And you needed to go now.

“Please let me go,” you tried, but it got you nowhere. The old man was still screaming and the crowd around you had stepped back, creating a circle around the two of you. There were murmurings all around you that slowly grew louder, and at one point you swore you heard someone say your name, but all you could really focus on was the old man and the way your heart was beating in your ears as your panic grew at a rapid pace. This was already a scene and with how unstable the man was acting, it could easily become violent.

You were scared. Scared that this man would hurt you, but more so you were scared that Shalnark would somehow manage to catch wind of this and track you down.

No one helped you as you tried to pull away again, the old man responding by jerking your arm harder, making you cry out. Why was no one helping you?

You kicked him in the groin. Hard.

The old man's screaming finally stopped as he stumbled backwards, releasing his grip on you.

You sprinted away, pushing past the people who had gathered in front of the subway stairs.

Someone grabbed you by the wrist, and you were spun around as you yanked your hand back.

You didn't actually see how close you were to the top step, but the momentum of pulling your wrist away sent you flying back.

You were aware of how your heel slipped over the edge of the top step.

And then you were falling.

Down into the darkened space of the subway station, and away from the crowd of people that stared at you, making no move to stop your fall.

Why was no one helping?

Your head hit the bottom of the stairs.

You probably hit a few other places on your body before you reached the bottom, but it was impossible to tell once you'd hit your head. You were too disoriented to tell what else was hurting; you could only focus on the pain in the back of your skull.

God, it hurt.

The world around you began to blur and you could only make out shapes and colors. At a certain point everything began spinning and you needed to close your eyes to keep from throwing up. You threw up anyway. At least, you thought you did. Trying to move was a mistake, and you were forced to keep still while you heard people talking around you. Hands that were grabbing you, hoisting you up at one point.

When you heard sirens you cracked your eyes open slightly and you were immediately punished by bright white lights above you that forced you to shut your eyes again.

A hand grabbed your face and pulled it to the side, making the pain in your skull shoot through you. Someone was prodding at spot where your head had hit the ground, brushing your hair aside to look at the injury. They weren't being gentle, either.

You were pretty sure you threw up again.

Time passed in bits and pieces.

A lot of talking, though you couldn't make out what was said.

A lot of faces you didn't recognize, looking down at you. They didn't seem happy, and you wondered why.

A lot of different machines, that you were either put into or were placed around you. Needles, tubes and fresh white sheets.

You tried talking a few times. You weren't always sure if there was anyone around when you did, but you always tried when you felt like you had the strength.

It'd be nice to know why you couldn't smell anything.

If you were able to get out any coherent sentences, no one ever answered you.

A sterile white ceiling greeted you when you opened your eyes next. There were noises, too. A dull chatter of voices from beyond the room and a constant beeping that sounded from the machines next to you. The amount of time it took you to realize that the plain white room was a hospital room was embarrassing, really. It should have been the medical equipment that tipped you off, but it was only when you got a look at the plastic barriers around the bed that you were able to deduce where you were.

Your head was still aching. How far had you fallen? Would there be permanent damage? In your haziness you managed to remember that most hospital rooms had a button to call for a nurse. Best to find that and try to get some answers.

But when you tried moving your arm, you found that your wrist was stuck on something.

Looking down, you saw that your wrists and ankles had been strapped to the bed and you were barely able to move them a few inches.

They only strapped people down when they were acting violent, right? Why would they do this to you? You couldn't remember a lot, so maybe you had acted out at one point before you got here? What other reason would they have to tie you down?

Shalnark.

In the midst of your confusion over your current situation, you remembered the man you were trying to get away from. The fact that you were in a situation where you were tied down and completely vulnerable sent a rush of adrenaline through you and you struggled at your restraints. He'd be coming for you, and you did not want to still be here once he found this hospital.

One of the machines next to you began to beep rapidly, signifying your increased heart rate and echoing in the small room.

You hadn't made any progress on freeing yourself when the door burst open, a woman in a white nurse's dress standing in the doorway. She took only a second to assess the situation before she came at you with a needle in hand.

“Please, I can't stay here. He'll find me!” you begged her.

She didn't acknowledge you and only held one of your arms as she injected whatever substance was in the needle into your veins. Whatever it was, it worked fast as you felt yourself beginning to drift back off into sleep.

“He'll hurt me,” you whispered.

The nurse above you scoffed.

“If only.”

Days passed by, and you felt like you were getting better. Not completely better, but your bouts of slipping back into unconsciousness seemed to stop after a point, and the ache in your skull had dulled a bit.

The treatment from the few that were around you didn't get any better. As you slowly recovered from your fall, you were able to see the way in which the nurses regarded you: disgust, mostly, and a fair amount of resentment whenever they needed to come in to take care of you. The one you saw most often was the nurse you had seen when you had first woken up. She was an older woman, and refused to give you any painkillers.

“I knew Regina's mother,” she hissed at you one morning, “what you did to those people was monstrous.”

“.... Who's Regina?”

Your question had earned you a harsh slap to the face, and your evening meal that day came later than usual and tasted worse than the regular hospital meal.

Detectives came in sometimes. Strangely enough they would ask you questions about your relationship with your ex and the last time you had seen him, but they left pretty fast whenever you tried bringing up the fact that you'd been kidnapped. You would only ever get as far as telling them Shalnark's name before they were heading back out the door.

“We'll get the truth when you're well enough to be brought in to the station,” they had said on their last visit.

Based off how you had been doing, it probably wouldn't be long before you were moved to a more secure location.

With no tv or books to occupy your time and the fact that you remained with your hands and legs tied down, there was little else you could do during your time in that room besides think. No one was telling you anything, and you were left to try and figure things out on your own. You had been blamed for something, that was certain, and based off of the reactions of those around you and the fact that you had seen various cops sitting outside your door whenever a nurse came in, it was something serious.

It was Shalnark's doing. It had to have been. Had he framed you for a crime?

Those blackouts you would occasionally have came to mind, along with that morning you had awoken to your entire body feeling sore and overworked. It had been reasonable to suspect that he had done something to you during those times, but you had assumed he was fucking you in your sleep or something. It had never occurred to you that he was using you to do something more.

But aside from that, it was strange he was taking so long to come and get you.

Moving fast was the only way you potentially had any chance of getting away from him, and for you to have not seen him once since your very public apprehending didn't feel right. Once he had figured out where you were, surely he would have been fast in taking you back. It would have been easier than ever if he had come immediately after your fall. The fact that you had remained her for so long could only mean that he was planning something.

You remembered the detectives' words, on how they would be moving you to the police station once you got better. If Shalnark wasn't planning on coming into the hospital to get you, was he waiting for your relocation in order to make his move?

You needed to get out of the hospital before it came to that, you decided.

A frenzied escape attempt with no thought put into it was bound to get you caught. You had learned that much during your time trapped with Shalnark. You needed to keep calm and not draw any attention to yourself. If you freaked out too much and made too much noise, that nurse would come back in, inject you with those drugs and you would lose valuable hours that you needed to get away.

Slowly, and with a great deal of effort, you wiggled the wrist of your dominant hand around in an attempt to get it out of the restraint. Though the straps were made of fabric, it was a stiffer material, and after a fair amount of wiggling, the skin around your wrist was raw and bloody as you tried to loosen it while making your hand as small as possible.

Somehow, after hours of pulling as hard as you could, you finally freed your hand, gasping out a sigh of relief as you took a moment to rest. Luckily, no one had come to check on you yet, but it would be impossible to hide the fact that your hand was no longer tied down if they came too close. At least the remaining restraints were easier to get off, but now you were faced with your next problem: getting out of the room.

It was getting close to evening, around the time when someone would come in to feed you. Whoever came in always came with the sedatives, but you had noticed that most of the staff had been growing somewhat lax during your time here, and you would use that to your advantage.

When the next nurse came in, you were back in your usual spot on the bed, having arranged the sheets in a way so she couldn't see that you weren't tied down. She was a younger, quieter woman who avoided looking at you if she could. And as expected, a needle full of sedatives were on the tray she brought in with your meal.

When she set the tray down, you told her “someone slipped something under the door earlier.”

“What?”

You motioned with your head.

“Earlier, somebody slipped something under the door. I'm not sure what it was, but it looked like paper?”

“I don't see anything.”

“I think it went flying when you opened the door,” you explained.

She sighed, turning away from you to look at the area around the door. When she began to walk forward, you jumped off the bed as quietly as you could and reached for the needle.

“I still don't see anythi-”

Your hand covered her mouth as you stuck the needle into her neck, pushing its contents into her. She struggled briefly and went as far as to bite your hand, but within moments she was out, falling out of your grasp and onto the floor.

You felt terrible as you dragged the nurse across the floor and hid her behind the bed. There was no way you had the strength to lift her up and place her in the bed; you hadn't moved for weeks now and your muscles felt strained just from dragging her. Her neck was bleeding a bit, and you sincerely hoped you had just knocked her out and hadn't managed to do anything that would damage her permanently. If only it had been the nurse who had slapped you that you had come across, then at least you wouldn't have felt as bad.

You felt even worse when you forced yourself to remove her clothing. She was a bit wider than you were and her clothes didn't fit all that well, but it would hopefully work as a disguise so you could get out of the building. At least the long-sleeved sweater she had been wearing would cover the wound around your wrist. In an effort to give her some sort of apology, you placed a blanket over her.

“Everything all right in there?” a voice from outside suddenly called.

…. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You'd forgotten about the officer outside the room.

“Yeah, everything's fine,” you answered, trying to imitate the nurse's voice as best you could.

“Okay,” was the answer. You didn't think that you sounded much like her, but evidently it was good enough.

“Do you mind waiting in there for a little bit?” the officer asked through the door, “I need to use the restroom.”

“Y-yeah, go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

At least there was a little bit of luck on your side, it seemed. You couldn't believe that you'd managed to forget that there was someone on the outside watching over you, but that problem seemed to have taken care of itself. Best not to try and rely on getting so lucky every time, though.

After a few moments, you peeked your head outside the door, and when you found the coast to be clear, you began to hurry down the hallway.

There weren't many people in the halls, and the ones that were there didn't seem to notice you in your slightly over-sized clothes and shoes. Still, you kept your head down and moved as fast as you could, not willing to risk someone recognizing you again. A staff-only stairway caught your attention, and you pushed on the heavy door and entered the dimly-lit stairwell.

You traveled down several flights of stairs to get to the ground floor. It would probably be a bad idea to try to leave through the front entrance. Finding some kind of side or back door would be best; something like that shouldn't be too hard to find.

A directory caught your attention, and you noted the arrow that pointed the way to a loading bay. It wouldn't be an area that would be open to visitors or regular patients, but there was the chance that hospital workers could be in there. But you didn't know how much time you had left before that nurse was discovered and you were found to be missing, and you didn't want to waste time wandering the halls trying to find an exit. Right now you needed to hope you would just be lucky.

Your luck held as you made it to the loading bay, as the others roaming the hospital halls were too absorbed in their own tasks to pay attention to you. And to your delight, no one was in the loading area either. This was perfect. Just a few more steps and you'd be free. You stumbled a bit down the steps of the platform before you decided to cast off the ill-fitting shoes. It was dumb to run around a city barefoot, but hopefully you could find a change of clothes somewhere and get rid of the whole nurse getup completely.

The cement was cold against your feet as you ran across it. You'd be out of here and then you could focus on getting out of this goddamned city.

As you came up to a pillar, a figure jumped out in front of you. You were too slow to react, and you ran right into it.

“Found you~”

It was a voice that you knew well, and you found that you recognized the shirt that your face was currently pressed up against. Not a lot of men wore purple pastel.

Shalnark was beaming down at you as he wrapped his arms around your back and kept you pressed against him.

“I missed you so much!” he continued, “Really, words can't describe how miserable I was without you around.”

“L-let me go!” you cried, trying to get out of his grasp. He only pulled you in closer.

“But we just found each other again. How could I let you go after we've been apart for so long?” Shalnark said.

You continued to struggle, trying to slip out of his arms that held you in whatever way you could. Shalnark seemed content to watch you writhe in his grasp, but he seemed to tire of it as he let out a quiet sigh and released you. You immediately pushed off from him and ran back to the stairs.

“Who's going to help you in there?”

You had only reached the foot of the stairs when he asked that, and you stopped in your tracks. He had a point. Everyone hated you, to put it lightly. It was unlikely that anyone would come to help you even if you begged them to. Turning back to Shalnark, you found him holding his phone out. He had pulled something up on the screen but it was too far away for you to read.

“Don't you want to know what's going on?” he asked, “come back over and you can find out.”

You shook your head.

“Oh? I thought you would have had questions. You sure you don't want to know?”

“I do,” you admitted, “but I also don't want to be anywhere near you. You'll make me black out again.”

“I won't do that,” he said, “there'd be no point in doing that right now. I promise, I won't do anything. Just come back to me.”

Your hand gripped the railing of the stairs and you looked back to the hospital's back entrance. Every fiber of your being wanted to run back inside, even if you would just be restrained and knocked out again.

“C'mon,” Shalnark tried again, “I'm literally holding all of the answers. All you need to do is walk back over.”

This was some kind of trick. It had to be. Shalnark wasn't forthcoming in anything and his promises meant nothing. All this was some sort of way to entrap you.

But if that was the case, then you were trapped anyway. You had no chance of being able to outrun or outsmart him. Once he caught sight of you, you were caught even before he had held you in his arms. He was letting you move around for now. If you made another break for the door, you'd be knocked out again.

Your hand released itself from the railing, and you slowly walked back to him, every step hesitant as you waited for him to pull something.

For once, Shalnark stayed true to his word as he didn't move when you got closer. He even tossed the phone over to you when you got close enough. You caught it with shaking hands, looking back up at him while he held his hands up in mock surrender.

“See? Nothing bad. I just want you to read it.”

There was no way that was all he wanted, and though it was a stupid idea to take your eyes off of him, with how insistent he was being on this you complied with his demands and looking at the article he had pulled up on his phone.

You had guessed at what he had made you do. In your time stuck in that room, running through in your head the ways that people had treated you, how they had reacted to just seeing you, and you knew that he had made you do something horrific.

But it was still hard to read those words that proclaimed you to be a murderer.

Your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend, a woman you'd never met named Regina, had been found outside of his car, beaten to death. That same night, the house where Regina's family lived had been set on fire, her mother, father and siblings having all been trapped upstairs and succumbing to the smoke and flames. DNA evidence at both crime scenes pointed to you.

There was a photo, too. Grainy and probably taken from a surveillance camera, but the details were clear enough: you, walking outside, stone-faced and covered in blood.

“Shalnark,” you said slowly, “what did you do?”

“Me? I didn't do anything,” he said, laughing, “it's pretty clear that you're the one who killed your ex and his girlfriend in a jealous rage.”

“No,” you protested, “I-I didn't. It was you. You controlled me. Made me do it.”

“Yeah,” Shalnark admitted. He stepped towards you to take the phone back, adding “but how are you going to prove something like that in court?”

“.... Why?”

The answer to that question was obvious, but you couldn't think of anything else to say.

“Because of that thing you said: that you'd expose me to the world or something. After all we've been through, it made me really sad that you still feel like that,” he explained, “I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere with you. So I decided that some drastic measures were in order.

“You've been really desperate to get away from me, but I wondered: would you still be like that if you knew there was no chance of going back to the way things were?”

“.... What are you saying?” you asked.

“I'll let you choose,” Shalnark answered, “if you really don't want to be with me, I'll let you go. But with all of the evidence there is against you, you'll probably be looking at a life sentence in prison.”

He hummed, hand on his chin as he thought to himself.

“I don't see you doing too well in a prison, personally. And with how bad your crimes were, you'd be sent to the worst one they can find.”

“A-and if I go back with you?” you asked after a moment.

“Then we'll go back to normal!” he said cheerfully, “you'll keep living with me and loving me, and I'll keep you safe. Doesn't that sound nicer than being locked up in some prison?”

“I.....” you began, trailing off. Shalnark waited patiently for you to continue.

“I-I could run away. Go to Meteor City....?”

The sentence came out more like a question.

“You could,” said Shalnark, “but Meteor City won't take you. In fact, if you were to step one foot inside you'd be dead in an instant.”

All of this was becoming too much, and you began to hyperventilate at the thought of what he had made you do to cut off an escape to Meteor City.

“Oh, don't worry. It wasn't nearly as dramatic as the other murders; you just stabbed a guy,” Shalnark explained, “but Meteor City doesn't like it when one of theirs is killed for no reason, so if they find you, they'll retaliate in kind. You're pretty lucky the police here kept your location under wraps; I can't imagine how many attempts on your life there would have been if they'd managed to find out.

“But more importantly, what's your decision? Am I taking you back with me or are you going to reject me one final time?”

Seconds turned into minutes as the two of you stood in in that loading bay, Shalnark waiting for your answer while your brain scrambled to figure out what to do. You couldn't go back with Shalnark. Not after all he had done and all you had tried to get away from him. But he was right that you wouldn't survive in a prison. Not that you would have very long to live if you did go to one, as someone from Meteor City would be fast to find and kill you for the man you murdered.

Oh god, what were your parents going through? To have your name be blasted on the headlines as a serial killer. How many friends had they lost? How were they handling the inevitable ostracization they were going through? How many people were trying to hurt them because they couldn't get to you? And did your parents believe you had done all those things? Did they hate you? Was it the same case for your friends and other family? Or would they be able to distance themselves enough that the court of public opinion wouldn't judge them? All of that didn't even go into what you would go through if you were brought to trial. Your entire character would be picked apart and you would go down in the records as a crazed ex-girlfriend who couldn't stand the thought of the guy she liked being with another woman. And that would last until Meteor City came for you.

A potentially longer life stuck with Shalnark, or one that would definitely be much shorter as you were tried for crimes you didn't commit?

It had started to rain as the two of you stood there, and the cold rainwater ran down the slanted entrance of the loading bay and past your bare feet, making you shiver.

Then you heard police sirens in the distance.

“I think they've found out that you escaped,” said Shalnark, “it's now or never.”

You stood still, staring at him dumbly.

He hummed to himself.

“I see,” he said. Then Shalnark turned, and began to walk away.

True panic hit you at the sight of him leaving you behind. Without Shalnark, you would be at the mercy of the police. You'd be at the mercy of a whole world that thought you were a murderer and wouldn't care if you died. Shalnark at least cared a bit, in his own selfish way that didn't regard your feelings in the slightest.

If you didn't go with Shalnark, you would die.

That thought forced your legs to move you forward, and you reached out to grasp the back of his shirt in a desperate bid to keep him from leaving.

He stopped, and for a moment, the two of you stayed there like that.

Shalnark spun around suddenly, grabbing your shoulders to pull you into a kiss.

It was hard to not resist, and after a few seconds, you pushed forward to make yourself kiss him back.

He was grinning ear to ear when he pulled away.

“I knew you'd make the right choice. I knew you couldn't hate me so much to choose death over me.”

He pulled you into a hug, stroking your back as he told you “don't worry; I wouldn't have actually let you go. There's nothing in this world that could ever make me abandon you.”

You weren't sure if you should believe him or not.

“We'd better get out of here. This place'll be infested with cops pretty soon.”

You wordlessly accepted the hand he held out to you after he pulled away, and you let him lead you out into the rain and the street beyond. He immediately walked you to an awaiting taxi cab, ushering you into the back before he slid in behind you. The taxi driver didn't acknowledge when the two of you entered, and when you looked over to him, you saw a familiar-looking bat shaped needle sticking in his arm.

The car drove off with the two of you inside after Shalnark typed in a few commands on his phone, and he set it aside to focus on you.

“I didn't mention it earlier, but I actually really like that nurse look,” he said, leaning forward to pull down the sweater so he could get a better look at the nurse's dress you had stolen.

“Hmm. It's a little big on you, though,” he commented as he pulled at the fabric a bit to prove his point, “if I buy you one that fits, will you wear it for me?”

You nodded.

Shalnark, grinned, bringing you into another hug.

You wanted to push him away like you had done before, but things were different now. You had chosen to stay with him. Now you needed to accept his advances. Even though he had said that he would never abandon you, how much could you really trust him?

Shalnark speaking your name brought you out of your thoughts, and he whispered to you “if you try to escape again after this, I'll cut off your legs.”

You couldn't see his expression, but his voice was serious, and you jumped when he pulled away once more.

That smile was back on his face, and he cheerfully said “just kidding.”

[thestarrynightslover]

It’s Hard Sometimes

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,975

Warnings: Yelling, arguing (gets a little physical, really just a little bit!), high risk-pregnancy, slight mentions of fertility issues, mentions of anxiety and overthinking, and a lot of angst.

Summary: Jay and the reader are married, but start having a hard time after they found out that (y/n) is pregnant. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I made this piece of almost pure angst mostly because I feel like Jay is such a well-built character, who gives us a lot of space to talk about mental health and anxiety (even though I don’t think I developed it very well, lol), so I wanted to use this space to try and add to the conversation with him. Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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Your Saturday morning just couldn’t get any worse. 

Or, at least, that’s what you thought after having been mugged at the subway and then asked to go pick up your stuff at the 21st District, where your husband works. You had to go in because they had apprehended your bag as stolen property. But you were hoping that,  maybe, you’d be able to sort it all out without Jay seeing you. 

“(y/n), hi! Here to see Chuckles? Cause they��re all out working on a case now.” Trudy said with a small smile on her lips, while you just prayed she wouldn’t notice how relieved you were to hear that.

“No, uh, I’m actually here because there was an incident at the subway and the responding officers told me I had to come in to get my bag back. Also, sign something, I think…” You answered shrugging your shoulders to make it seem like nothing. But, of course, Trudy knew better, she always does.

“Oh my God! I heard about that, just didn’t know you were one of the victims! Are you okay? García, go get (y/n) a glass of water!!!” She quickly shouted at the young officer, not waiting long to turn back to face you with a concerned glare: “Can I get you anything else?”

“Oh, no, Trudy! You don’t need to worry about me! It wasn’t a big deal!” You said, also noticing that she was already going through some evidence bags, looking for the one that contained your things. “But there is one thing that I’d appreciate from you…” Hearing that, she didn’t even let you finish:

“Yes, of course! Anything, just name it!” At that, you shot her your brightest smile. Maybe Jay was right and the tough Sergeant Trudy Platt did have a soft spot for you. 

“Well, it’s just that… You know how Jay can get, so maybe you could not mention any of this to him? I just don’t want him worrying, the way I know he will, over something like this…” You would’ve continued but Trudy had the weirdest look on her face and, then, you got it. “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?” She didn’t bother to answer as your husband turned you to face him and the other members of the Intelligence Unit.

“So, what is it you don’t want me to worry about, huh?” He had a playful smirk on his lips, but his eyes showed you he was already worried. And now you had no other option but to tell him what happened.

“Well, um, there was a little confusion at the subway today and the officers said I had to come in…” You would gladly stop at that, but you knew that Jay wasn’t gonna let it go until you told him everything, so you just went on: “To retrieve what I, um, lost.” God, you couldn’t even look in his eyes right now. 

“What you lost? What kind of confusion are you talking about exactly, babe?” In spite of the pet name, his voice was already showing off a bit of irritation.

“It was a, um, robbery,” at that his eyes almost jumped out of their orbits, so you quickly added, “but it wasn’t a big deal! Nobody got hurt! The officers tackled the guy pretty fast, as soon as he stepped out on the station! And everything is here,” you said raising the bag  Trudy handed you a few minutes earlier, “so, really, there’s nothing to worry about!” You told him, not being able to conceal the exasperation in your voice.

“Nothing to worry about? You just got mugged, (y/n)! We heard a call about that over the radio, it was an armed robbery! Or did you happen to miss the gun on your face when he was getting your bag, huh?” He asked and, even though you knew that the only reason why he was lashing out like that was the concern, the way he said what he said made you feel really small and brought tears to your eyes. “Actually, what I’d like to know, to begin with, is why were you even riding the subway alone, after our talk from the other day, huh?” You could feel the eyes from every person in that District on you and, as much as you knew where Jay was coming from, it was starting to really bother you.

“I was just going to the library. Sorry I didn’t think I needed an escort to do that!” You wish you wouldn’t have said it with those exact words, but you were reaching your limit.

“But we talked about it!” He snapped and you jumped back a little. Then he added, more calmly: “You should have called me.” He was pinching the bridge of his nose, like he always did when he was disappointed and upset about something, and you just felt yourself getting smaller and smaller, as the tears started falling. As if all of it hadn’t been enough, he asked: “Are you okay, though? Because, you know, given our circumstances, you’re to avoid going out on your own to prevent this kinda stress from hitting you, babe.” He explained that to you like he was talking to a child. Like he was the only one who heard what the doctor said. And that was it for you. As much as you loved the man, you just didn't have infinite patience towards his overprotective dad-to-be mode. 

“Oh, really? Why don’t you just go ahead and say ‘I told you so’, huh? Because I can tell you’re dying to do it!” God damn those pregnancy hormones because you were fuming with anger and the tears just kept going down at full force.

“Babe, that’s not what I-”

“The hell it isn’t!” Part of you really wanted to let it all out. All the hurtful words that were just waiting for a go-ahead at the tip of your tongue. But the other part of you, the rational one, knew that wasn’t gonna do any good for you or Jay. Or your baby. So you decided you’d leave instead. “You know what? It’s probably best if I go home now!”

“Okay, then, I’ll drive you.” You heard Jay saying, with a deep sigh, but you couldn’t even begin to think about an entire drive home with him at that moment.

“No way! I can do that by myself! And don’t worry I’ll get a cab this time!” As you headed towards the exit, you felt a strong grip on your wrist. You turned around and it was Jay. He’d never done that before. “Jay, you’re hurting me!” You breathed out, trying not to be too nervous. When your eyes met his, he let your arm go quickly, looking absolutely stunned by his own behavior. 

You knew that the healthiest thing to do right then would be to try and talk to him about it, but you couldn’t. At that point you needed the space more than ever, so you took the opportunity to just leave the District and go home.

After you stormed out crying, every cop in that building laid their eyes on Jay. To say they were completely shocked by the previous scene was an understatement. Almost everyone there knew you and Jay and how you two were great together. But, more importantly, they knew Jay Halstead wasn’t that kinda guy ⎯ or at least they thought so ⎯ and now they were all wondering.

Still, Trudy Platt, who wasn’t about to have any more of that drama at her District, ordered loudly for everyone to get back to their tasks, while shooting Jay a worried look, because, as much as she knew for a fact that he wasn’t that kinda guy, she cared a lot about you and had, obviously, witnessed the whole thing. 

After the little gathering of cops had been dissolved, it was Voight’s turn to speak up: “Alright, Intelligence, let’s get back upstairs, we still have a lot of work to do on this case. And, Jay, you should go home now.” He said with a stern look, despite his concern for the detective.

“But, sarge, I-” Jay started to protest, like Hank knew he would.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Halstead. I know your head is not gonna be on the case until you fix whatever that was, so, now, the best thing you can do is just calm down and go home.” This time Jay knew there was no point in arguing, so he accepted the defeat and went upstairs to get changed in the locker room before leaving. 

As he got there, he saw his reflection in the mirror and that was when it hit him. All of it. From your incident to your tears, to his aggressiveness. He really messed up. He let his fears get the best of him and he hurt you, he made you cry, fear him, even. So he started crying himself, like a little child whose favorite toy had just broken, like there was no tomorrow. By the time Voight went there to check up on Jay, maybe give him some advice, that’s what he saw: a grown man sitting on the floor crying his eyes out. So he did the one thing he could think about doing, to try and make that man he considered like a son feel better: he sat there by Jay’s side and put a hand over the detective’s shoulder until the crying sufficed. 

“So, you and (y/n) been on the odds lately?” Hank asked after a while.

“No, uh, not really.” Jay started whilst sniffling. “It’s just that this week we got some news that messed with our emotions a little, but, Hank, I swear I have no idea why I did that! I would never do anything to hurt her, you gotta believe me! Please?” He pleaded, in desperation, for someone who knew it, who knew him.

“Jay, Jay!” By then the sergeant had to shout to get the frantic young man’s attention back. “Jay, I know you wouldn’t hurt her, you hear me? I know. I know you love her more than you love yourself, hell, everyone here knows it! They were just… A little surprised to see you two arguing, that’s all.” Hank tried to make it sound a lot less bad than it actually was, and Jay appreciated that. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on between you and (y/n), huh? Maybe I can help you somehow… Or maybe you just need to vent.” Hearing that, Jay decided that he should take Voight’s suggestion and just talk about it already.

“Well, here’s the thing, sarge, (y/n/n) and I, we’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while now. And, um, we were having a bit of a hard time with it. But then last weekend we found out that it worked, she got pregnant, and we were so happy about it!” He almost smiled at the memory. “But then we went to the doctor to check it and all that, and found out that it’s a high-risk pregnancy, meaning she’s gotta take it real easy from now on, otherwise the baby’s life and her own would be in danger! And I’m terrified ever since we left that hospital! Because the simplest thing could take her away from me! My everything, sarge, she is my entire world and I can’t live without her.” He said shaking his head in a way that made even Hank Voight feel a bit of sadness. “So when she said she’d been robbed at gunpoint… I just lost it, you know? What if I’d lost them?”

“Ah, Jay…” Hank knew exactly what the detective was scared of, after all, he had already lost a wife and a son. “Look, I know this can be hard, trust me. Camille and I had our issues before Justin came, as well… But you said it yourself, you’re both happy, aren’t you?” Jay didn’t even need to think before answering that question.

“Yes, of course, sarge! But-”

“No buts! Look, Jay, I know what a big heart you have and I know how much you care, how- how intensely you care, I know, okay? But sometimes, with things like this, you just gotta keep going and hope- just hope that everything is gonna work out. So here’s what you’re gonna do: go home, make up with your wife and start planning a nursery, or whatever else you, parents-to-be, have on your to-do lists these days.” At that, Jay chuckled a little, feeling grateful to have this second father to set him on straight.

“I know you’re right, and I really appreciate you saying this to me… I’m pretty sure that (y/n/n) said something among those lines after we got back from the doctor’s appointment too. The problem is that sometimes it seems like I can’t control my own thoughts. Then, next thing I know, I’m freaking out…” Hank thought that he sounded so frustrated saying that… He really felt for the kid.

“Listen, Jay, you- you just try, okay? You just try your best. And talk to (y/n/n) about it, just let her know what’s going on in there.” He pointed to Jay’s head, as they had already stood up.

“Alright, I will try. Thank you, sarge. Thank you so much, I really needed this.” They half-hugged and the detective went home to you.

The thing he wasn’t prepared for, at all, was finding you: the woman he loved more than anything and anyone in the entire world, sitting on the floor, leaning your back against the bed in the bedroom you two shared, crying and shaking. You were scared of him. That broke him in a way he never thought possible. He wanted to hurt himself, as punishment for hurting you, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to you. So he gathered some courage to speak through his shame instead. “B- babe?”

You shivered, but you didn’t wanna be afraid of him. That was Jay. Your Jay. The man you loved. The man who loved you. You knew he would never hurt you or your baby. But your body didn’t seem to be listening to your brain. Still, you wanted to say something. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t know what to say, so you just stayed silent, trying to stop the sobs. He decided to make a move: He sat down on the floor like you, but still giving you some space. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost whispering, “I’m so, so, so sorry. You don’t need to say anything, or to forgive me, or do anything, really. I came here willing to talk to you. To do anything to get you back. But now I see just how much I hurt you, so I’ll give you all the space and time you want.” You still couldn’t seem to find your words. It was that same man, you knew it. Why couldn’t you just tell him that? “I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom, or even go to Will’s if it makes you more comfortable?” Just by the sound of his voice, you could tell he meant it. And that was your Jay.

“No,” you spoke so lowly, that you weren’t even sure he’d heard it, “I want you to stay.” And you really did. But you needed to understand, in order to be able to forgive him. “Just- just tell me what happened there? Why?” You tried, a little louder this time.

“Long story short? I was scared to death.” He said with a long and heavy sigh, looking so much older than he’d ever done before; at the same time, you could see the bags under his eyes, from all those sleepless nights he’d been having lately.

“Scared? Because of the robbery? Baby, you’re a cop! You’ve heard of that kind of thing a million times before, and you know it’s not that big of a deal!" You tried to reason with him, even though you were afraid too, at the time.

“I know!” He said, in a tone that made you flinch a little and, then, more calmly: “Look, I know. And I know that you’ve been through tougher stuff. And that you can handle yourself. But that whole thing could’ve gone badly for you, for the baby, for us, in a thousand different ways. Besides, it’s not just that. Ever since we left that exam room, on Monday, I’ve been scared, worried. Because, according to the doctor, the tiniest problem could get you on edge. Because of the tiniest problem, I could lose you. I could lose everything, babe!” You could only stare at him in shock, after hearing that. Of course, you understood his concerns, but you had been so absorbed in your own fears, that you never thought about how much the whole situation was affecting him. Your formerly brave soldier, now tough detective, was also a very anxious man ⎯ who always overthought every single detail of everything when it came to you ⎯ and was, now, crying his eyes out, sobbing like a little kid by your side. So you did the one thing you thought could make him feel better: you pulled him closer to you, letting him break, into your chest, as he listened to your soothing heartbeat.

“It’s alright, my love, it’s alright. Shhh, I’m right here and I’m safe. We both are. You don’t need to be afraid, because we’re not going anywhere, baby.” You promised him with tears already pricking through your eyes, as well. 

And, like that, you two stayed, crying in each other’s arms, just holding each other. With a renewed hope that everything was gonna be okay.

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 2

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: none right now, eventual smut,

Word Count: 5.2k

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A/N: o my god i did not expect so many people to have read the first part… even if only one person reads im still happy :D anyways heres the second part (i swear bang chan wont just be a side character later on hhahaha)

The insistent beeping of the alarm on your phone was what first woke you up from your dazed sleep. Your head still pounded from the night before, and frankly, you were ready to get fired for an extra five minutes of sleep. Tapping the ‘cancel’ button on your phone, you flipped over head down on your pillow to find the beautiful dreamland you were in. However, after just five more minutes, the triggering beeping of your backup alarm took you out of your slumber again, this time really waking you up. 

You trudge towards your bathroom, still dreading the day, on your way to take a shower. Thankfully, the steam from the warm shower combined with the fragrant smell of your conditioner slightly woke you up and dampened the aching in your head. 

Being drastically more awake than before, you made your way over to your kitchen to prepare breakfast. You opened the fridge, mind blank, just staring at the empty shelves. I seriously need to do some grocery shopping, you thought before grabbing an egg. 

You struggled to turn on the stove, not knowing which knob correlated to which burner. Turning a random one, you flinched when an excessive amount of fire appeared. However, after an embarrassingly long amount of time, you finally figured out the stove. Why are there still gas range stoves when electrical stoves exist? You wondered. 

You looked at the sad cooked egg in front of you. 

Was this really how you were going to live from now on? You cursed your whole family for spoiling you so much back home. Sure you were grateful for being able to live with your family for twenty three years, but the consequences of your mother making a fuss when you tried to cook for yourself was really showing now. 

You were about to dig into your lonely meal when your phone buzzed all of a sudden. Taking a quick peek at it, you saw Na-eun’s name flash up. You beamed with joy. Although you already worked up the nerve to be the first one to contact her, you were thankful she did first to break the tension. However, there was a small — microscopic even — part of you that wondered: what if that were Bang Chan?

You unlocked your phone. 

Na-eun: Hey! I know it’s kinda last minute, but do you wanna meet for breakfast?

Na-eun: There’s a café five minutes away from the building. 

Na-eun: ^-^

Smiling to yourself, you quickly typed a reply.

Y/n: Sure! My breakfast looks too sad to eat… 

Y/n: ^-^

In a flash, you stuffed your egg into a plastic tupperware container and put it in the empty fridge before booking it out your door, making sure to carefully enter the passcode to lock it before running to the staircase. You almost tripped over the stairs going down as you tried to sprint and text Na-eun at the same time. Checking the maps app on your phone, you told her how long it would take for you to arrive at the café. 

Na-eun: Do you mind if I bring my roommate? She keeps complaining about how boring it is at home haha.... 

Na-eun: She’s really nice though! ^^;

You happily agreed since you weren’t in the position to turn down another potential friend. Already two potential friends? You were so excited. 

There was a bounce in your steps as you made your way down to the subway. Scanning your card, you made your way to the big group of people on the platform and waited for your train. Taking the subway was so new, yet refreshing. There was something exciting about seeing a brand new set of people board the cart every stop, it was almost like refreshing your Instagram feed over and over again. 

After just a couple minutes more of waiting, your subway came. You naturally found your way in by shuffling along with the flock of people and found a good place to stand. 

You surveyed your cart. Some high school students, a few elderly, and many many businesspeople dressed in attire very similar to you. They all seemed to be busy on their cellular devices, so you quickly pulled yours out as well, eager to blend in. Your little Tamagotchi friend was happy to see you. 

The sound of the automated woman’s voice was what drew you out of your concentration, as she announced that the subway would be stopping at your destination next. When the subway stopped, the sea of people rushed out in a big tidal wave and you just went along with the flow. 

The map posted on a big pillar in the station was difficult to read at first, but after embarrassingly asking a station officer, you were confident you knew where you were going. The station was big with many interwoven hallways, each connecting to a different location. It had a couple shops and convenience stores located along the sides where students running late could buy some bread or tired businesspeople could inject their early morning dose of caffeine. 

You weaved your way through the long halls, confident that you could remember how you got out the right exit yesterday. Finally, after passing by many familiar stores and signs, you eventually made it above ground at the right exit. It was a cloudy September morning, the wind flew past you at just the right speed to elicit a slight shiver. You curse yourself for not bringing a jacket in your rush to the café. The streets were busy with cars zooming by, but it was nowhere near as congested as the subway traffic.

You started following your phone’s GPS to the marked location, and after a couple minutes, you spot the café. You immediately recognized it as a chain café as you’ve seen a few more of these scattered around the city as you got around. This one, however, appeared to be larger than the others (presumably because it was near so many big name companies) as it had three floors in total. 

You texted Na-eun, telling her you’ve arrived. She let you know that they were both in one of the booths on the second floor, so you decided to order before heading up. Walking over to the cashier, you scanned their massive menu, trying to find what you were looking for.

“One mango juice, please.” You politely ordered. “And also a slice of the red velvet cake.”  

After you had paid, you waited patiently, hands folded in front of you for your food. Because it wasn’t busy in the morning, it wasn’t that long until one of the baristas handed your food to you on a tiny plastic tray and you started making your way up. You reached the top floor and scanned your eyes around the room to find a familiar face. 

“Y/n!” Na-eun waved.

You waved back and made your way over. She was in the booth, and there was another girl sitting beside her. 

“Y/n, this is my roommate Yoojin.” She smiled at you and made a gesture towards the smaller girl sitting beside her. She was a fluffy haired girl. Her appearance was puppy-like, with her wide eyes and a large smile that was almost too big for her face. 

“Hi Yoojin.” You said as you sat down. 

“Hi Y/n! Na-eun told me about you yesterday. It seems like you have similar jobs.” She looked back at you with wide eyes. “But I think you got luckier because you actually get to interact with the idols.” 

“I think both of us are lucky to even be working there,” you chuckled, “plus, I don’t actually get to be working directly with the artists. I could only wish.” You joked. 

“Still extremely lucky, Na-eun told me she saw Bang Chan and Felix from Stray Kids at your building’s cafeteria yesterday.” Her hair bounced. “Finally, now I can say I’ve indirectly met famous people.” 

You and Na-eun both laughed. Although Yoojin looked the same age as you, there was something about the way she acted that just seemed so precious and innocent — like a little sister. How old was she anyway?

“Yoojin’s younger than me by a few years,” Na-eun said as if she read your thoughts, “She graduated university a year early. Top of her programming class. She knows everything about technology; one time, I stupidly forgot the passcode to my P.O. box and she cracked it for me in less than fifteen minutes.”

“Stop it.” Yoojin whined, looking down and playfully hitting Na-eun on the shoulder. “I told you before that I don’t like it when you talk about me. Let’s talk about Y/n instead. Na-eun told me you’re not from here, what do you do at JYPE then?” 

“I’m an assistant to help market some of the artists in China.” You leaned in a bit. “Actually, to be honest, I’m working on a secret project and Bang Chan from Stray Kids is technically part of the team.” 

Both Yoojin and Na-eun’s eyes widened. “No way, you’re so lucky.” Yoojin said. “Why can’t you have a job like that?” She poked at Na-eun.

“Get your own job first,” Na-eun smirked, “then we can talk about mine.”  

“Hey! I do have a job.” Yoojin clenched her jaw, looking at her plate and avoiding eye contact.

“I’m not sure if talking to people online all day counts as a job.” 

“Whatever.” Yoojin swirled her fork on her plate, stabbing at a piece of her cake. The scraping of metal on ceramic made all of you wince. 

“Anyways,” you started, trying to change the atmosphere, “did anybody watch the first episode of that new drama?” 

The two girls seemed to have a mood switch, looking relieved to start a new conversation. They gladly added their input and opinions on the new drama, talking about both the plot and the actors. Time passed by twice as fast as the three of you sat at the booth talking about the most random things. However, it was soon time to go to work for both you and Na-eun. 

“Hey, before you leave, could I get your number?” Yoojin asked. “We should hang out again sometime.”  

You gladly typed your contact into her phone, excited to hang out with Yoojin again. She was so full of energy, it reminded you of your university days. Not to mention that fluffy curly hair. It was so cute. 

You and Na-eun both made it out of the café and walked side-by-side over to your building before parting ways at the elevator corridor. It was a miracle that you managed to arrive at your cubicle in time, without getting lost. There was a pile of papers on your desk; they were the files you worked on yesterday. You remember that yesterday Manager Chen marked some improvements that could be made to the papers, but you checked your email just to be sure. 

Hello Y/n,

I put the documents from yesterday on your desk for some final edits. I’ve also added a few more. Could you finish them all by the end of the day?

Best, 

Manager Chen

You flipped through the stack of documents, and sure enough, there were about five more letters that needed to be worked on. Feeling determined, you gritted your teeth, got out your pen, and started to do your job. 

There were more corrections to make than what you expected, plus, you wanted to make sure your work was perfect this time. You skipped a trip to the cafeteria for lunch and ate something from the vending machine at your desk instead. You tried your best to work diligently, but because of your inexperience, it was taking longer than expected. You lost track of time as the hours passed by. 

“Your team is working hard today, Manager Chen.” A voice came from across the room. You looked up from your stack of documents to see Manager Kim walking over towards Manager Chen, who was standing casually outside her office doors. 

“What can I say, I keep them busy.” She replied. “Are you heading home now?” 

“Yes, and so should you.” Manaker Kim stopped at your cubicle, putting a hand on the wall. It was cat-like the way he looked at you. “Y/n, you’re working hard. Are you going home now? I’ll give you a ride.” 

You couldn’t head home now, not with the amount of work you still had with the new letters Manager Chen added to the pile. “Thank you for the offer, Manager Kim, but I’ll stay later today. I need to finish this work by today.” 

“Let her be, Manager Kim, you know how new employees are.” Manager Chen nagged and crossed her arms. “Come, I’ll walk you to the parking lot.” 

You bowed at both your managers and stretched your back before getting back to your work. The black lines of both languages started to blur into one as you strained your eyes to hold a tighter focus on the documents. It wasn’t until two more gruesome hours later when you finished your work. You did a long deserved stretch of the arms and checked the clock for the time, praying that it wasn’t too late. Thankfully, with the time being only eight, it wasn’t that dark out. You took a quick peek at your phone to check your notifications before leaving the office. 

There were only two texts sent fifteen minutes ago. Both from Bang Chan. 

Your chest tightened when you unlocked your phone. 

Bang Chan: Hey, I know it’s a bit late, but I have some ideas for the project and I was thinking we could meet up to discuss them

Bang Chan: Only if you want that is…

Your brain was in jumbles as you thought of what to text back. There were a couple staff that wrote you emails about their ideas for the project, but none of them asked to meet in person. And now, the first person who asked you to have a meeting in person was Bang Chan. Whom you rode back to your apartment drunk with. On your first day at work. And now you missed his work-related text by fifteen minutes. However, even though it was late, you still felt like you needed to take his ideas in. After all, like Manager Chen said, you know how new employees are. 

Y/n: Hi, sorry my reply is late… Are you still free? 

You anxiously stared at the blue-lit screen of your phone, jumping in and out of the text app waiting for a reply. After less than a minute, you saw the little dots at the bottom which indicated that he was typing. It disappeared for a moment, only to come back less than a second later. Your thumbs started unconsciously fiddling with one another in front of your phone screen as you waited for what felt like eternity. 

Bang Chan: It’s alright haha 

Bang Chan: There’s a cafe about 5 minutes from our building, wanna meet there? 

You immediately knew which café he was talking about as you conveniently hung out with Na-eun there this morning. You texted Bang Chan back, letting him know that you would be there as soon as possible. You grabbed your bag, along with your trusty pen and notebook,  before leaving your desk for the elevators. The elevator ride was unusually fast as it was already well past working hours for most people.  

Once you were out of the building, you made your way down the familiar sidewalk, passing by the familiar street shops as you felt the bite of the wind against your face. The sky was becoming dim as the sun made its descent, but the illumination coming from the streetlamps helped guide you there. After five minutes of a brisk walk, you saw the familiar sign of the café. You also saw a familiar person standing outside the door, dressed in all black, with his head down looking at his phone. 

You tried to make your footsteps slightly louder the closer you got to him in order to make your presence known. It seemed to have worked, as Bang Chan heard you and turned his head up. He immediately gave you a boyish grin, putting his phone in the pocket of his hoodie and pulling his face mask down to his chin. 

“Hey,” You waved awkwardly, “did I make you wait long?”

“Not at all.” Bang Chan said as he held open the door, “Let’s go in, it’s pretty chilly today.” 

You thanked him and walked inside. You both made your way to the cashier and looked up at the menu, deciding on what to buy. 

“I think I’ll get an iced americano.” Bang Chan said. “Are you getting anything?”

“Hmm. I might get the mango juice.” You decided and lined up behind Bang Chan, waiting for him to order first. 

Bang Chan walked up to the waiting barista. “Hello, I’ll get an iced americano please.” A second passed. “Also a mango juice.” 

Your eyes widened as you silently tried to stop him from buying your drink, feeling embarrassed that Bang Chan — who was essentially your coworker — was buying your drink. He didn’t seem to notice your quiet protests, as he pulled his card out of his wallet and quickly tapped it on the pin pad. After he was done paying, he turned around and tucked his card back in his wallet, giving you a smug grin. 

“I’ll pay you back later.” You insisted, embarrassed once again that he was doing something for you. 

“Of course, of course.” He casually replied and stood beside you with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “I’ll wait for our drinks. You can go find a table.” 

You nodded and left to find a table on the first floor. Surprisingly, there were more people there at night than when you were there in the morning. Some people had their textbooks out to study, some were quietly enjoying a book. Some were on dates. 

Finally, after weaving through many fully filled tables, you found an empty one near the table. You sat down, taking out your pen and notebook to prepare for Bang Chan’s ideas. Not long after, you saw Bang Chan walking around, turning his head left and right to look for you. You caught his eye as you waved at him to come over. He strolled over and put the tray of drinks down on the table, placing yours beside your notebook. 

“So,” You took a sip of your delicious mango juice, “do you wanna get started now?” 

“Sure.” His usually friendly face turned serious. It seemed like he took his work seriously. “So I was thinking, we need to film some content to start promoting our debut right? How about we film content for the Mid-Autumn Festival? It falls on the same day as Chuseok, so we can use this as a small promotion for our debut.” 

You nodded in agreement. Although this idea would be a little last minute to carry out, it was a great opportunity to promote their group in order to gain more popularity before their debut in China. “This is a great idea Bang Chan,” You hurriedly jotted down everything he said, “did you have more to add on?”  

“We could make several episodes of this content. I was thinking we could camp in the mountains and maybe cook some food, make mooncakes.” 

“All of this is really good, we have three weeks until the actual Mid-Autumn Festival. If I rush this idea to Manager Chen, we could have one week to plan it, and two weeks to film and produce it.” You beamed, glad that you could be involved in a potential big production. 

You and Bang Chan kept discussing his idea for content, and as time passed, your conversation turned more casual as it eventually evolved into topics unrelated to work.

“So, why are you having coffee this late anyway?” You tipped your chin towards his glass. 

“There’s this part of a song I’m working on that I just can’t get perfect,” Bang Chan noticeably clenched his jaw, “I wanna figure it out before I leave.” 

“Do you usually stay up late to work?” You asked. 

“I can’t sleep anyways, so I might as well work.” 

“Insomnia?” You questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his coffee. A few seconds of silence passed. “You know, my mom made me pack some of her special tea before leaving. She said it was for jet lag, which is weird because there’s only a time difference of an hour here.” You rambled. 

“Oh?” Bang Chan tipped his head. 

“I could give you some tomorrow.” You said. Your eyes wandered everywhere except to him. “If you want.” 

“Really, you’d do that?” His eyes widened as he stirred his coffee with his straw. 

It may have been your subconscious need to make friends, or just the fact that you mom gave you so much tea for your non-existent jet lag, but you gladly offered your mom’s solve-all remedy. “Of course, anything for a friend.” 

He blinked a couple times. He stopped stirring his coffee. “Thanks.” He looked at you with a slight grin. 

“Plus, this way I can pay you back.” You teased. 

“Okay, fair enough.” He chuckled. A dimple appeared on his cheek as his smile widened. “But seriously, you don’t need to worry about paying me back for anything next time.” 

Next time? You wondered. Of course he would have more ideas for his own group. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. It seemed like, despite his easy-going personality, that he cared a lot about not only his job, but the boys he worked with. His work ethic inspired you and made you want to work just as hard as he did. Except you definitely couldn’t stay up as late as he did. 

The two of you kept up the back and forth that was established, talking about whatever came to mind, with a few sprinklings of work-related conversations throughout. You talked about your first day impressions and how well you were adjusting to life in a new country, and he retaliated by sharing his own experiences of moving across the world. You were so enraptured by your riveting conversations that you easily lost track of time. It wasn’t until you had already spent minutes playing around with your straw in the empty glass that you finally remembered how late it was.

“It’s kinda late, I think I should get going now.” You said as you checked your phone for the time. 

“Are you taking the subway?” He asked as he started gathering the empty glasses. “It’s pretty dark now — I could walk you there.”

“It’s alright. I don’t wanna take time from your work” You said, gathering your notebook and pen. 

“It’s no problem, really, it’s just a five minute walk.” He stood up with the tray of empty glasses in one hand and pulled up his face mask with the other.

The two of you left the café and walked the short distance to the subway stairs.  There, you parted ways and you started your trek home. Taking the subway at night was vastly different from morning; the morning rush was filled with rows and rows of busy people, whereas the night train had a completely different feeling to it. There were actually available seats, to begin with. You found an empty seat and took out your phone to kill time. You checked your missed notifications.

Yoojin: Hi Y/n!! ^-~ Today was so fun, we should go again sometime! 

You smiled at the little text from Yoojin, visioning her wide smile stretch across her face. Texting a quick reply back, you were about to put your phone back down when another notification popped up. 

Unknown: Stay away from him. This is a warning.  

A flash of panic rushed through your body making your chest tighten. Your heart was coming out of your chest, the beating was so hard you could hear it even in the running subway. Completely fixated on the bright white of your phone, your eyes strained from the light. Adrenaline filled your blood, and in the spur of the moment, you quickly blocked the number and deleted the text chain. It had to just be a prank text, after all, you have gotten pranked through text multiple times before in your past. 

You put your phone down slowly, turning your head to survey your subway cart for any suspicious acting people. There was only a grandma with her cane and a few middle school girls comparing their new lip tints. Your thumbs naturally started fiddling with each other. Your eyebrows knit together as you clutched your bag tight to your body for the rest of the subway ride. 

The walk back to your apartment was done carefully. You chose the side of the sidewalk with more light as you kept your senses open, trying to remember the face of every person that walked past you. Although it was more likely than not that the text was just a prank, you were still somebody living alone with very few connections in a new country. Your legs quickened at the thought and you hurried your way back.

Arriving at your apartment door, you carefully entered your lock combination and slammed your door shut, double checking that it was locked. Your home was dark, with only the moon casting long shadows on your furniture. You quickly switched your light on. You tried to put this text to the back of your mind as you got ready to sleep, but it loomed, feeling like a shadow cast by the moon. The shadow in your mind stayed as you closed your eyes, waiting for your sleep to chase it away. 

The next morning, you woke up to the obnoxious beeping of your alarm. You sleepily sat up, getting ready to perform your familiar morning routine. Everything felt like routine, so monotonous that the text from last night was completely forgotten. You opened the fridge and ate your suspicious egg from yesterday morning. 

Before leaving, you suddenly remembered to bring your mom’s magical tea. You rummaged through the cupboards until you found the ridiculous packaging your mom insisted on using. 

The route to work was already starting to feel familiar as you mindlessly made your way from your quaint apartment all the way to the opulent blue building. You entered the office and sat at your desk, checking for new emails. After nothing of immediate importance came up, you got out your notebook and started to type up your notes from yesterday. 

You were in a trance. The repetitive task of reading and typing completely hypnotised you as hours passed by without you even noticing. What broke you out of your trance, however, was the voice of your boss. 

“Bang Chan.” Manager Chen called out. You looked up from your monitor and peeked up from your cubicle to see the familiar hair of a certain man you knew. Assuming he was here for a meeting with Manager Chen, you went back to your hypnotising work. The walls of your cubicle were too high for him to see you anyways — something about eliminating distractions to maximise work efficiency. 

You hit ‘enter’ on your keyboard to start a new paragraph when all of a sudden, you spotted an object appear on your desk from the corner of your eye. 

A bottle of mango juice. 

Quickly turning your head around, you were met with Bang Chan’s back. He was already making strides towards Manager Chen, but something about the sway of his broad shoulders and the way his right hand stretched open told you that it was him who gave you this little bottle of happiness. You unscrewed the lid and took a sip before getting back to work.  

Thankfully, the gift you received was enough sugar content to keep you working efficiently for the rest of the day. You had finished all your work and could hopefully pitch Manager Chen the idea by tomorrow. You found your mom’s tea in your bag while gathering your stuff, remembering your promise to Bang Chan. 

Y/n: Hey, I have my mom’s tea — I could give it to you right now?

There was a reply almost immediately. 

Bang Chan: Sure ^^ I’m in a practice room on floor X right now, I’ll wait by the elevators. 

You made your way over to the elevators and tapped your nails on the package of tea whilst silently waiting for an elevator to arrive. The silence, however, was promptly cut off as your phone started to ring. It was from Yoojin. She probably wants to hang out soon, you thought as you happily answered right away. 

“Y/n!” Yoojin yelled into the phone, she sounded worried. 

“Yoojin, is there something wrong?” You frowned, concerned for the girl. 

“I-I was in the parking lot near your building, a-and I fell down the stairs.” She sniffed. “I think I sprained my ankle or something — I can’t stand up. It hurts so much.” 

“Oh god, Yoojin, do you want me to come help?” You were in the elevator by now, already pressing the button for the main floor. 

“If you’re not far, I don’t want to trouble you.” You heard sounds of her wincing. 

“It’s no trouble Yoojin,” You exclaimed, “your ankle is much more important now. I’ll be right there.” 

“Thank you Y/n.” You heard her sniff again through the phone. 

You bolted out of the elevator as soon as it reached the main floor, stuffing your forgotten package in your bag. Ignoring the looks of confusion of the people you sprinted past, you located the parking lot building as soon as you left the main doors of the JYPE building. Your chest burned and your breaths were heavy. 

You were worried for Yoojin. She seemed like such a sweet girl that it pained you to even imagine her hurt in any sort of way. With her fluffy hair and wide eyes, it made you feel like you were helping an injured puppy. 

Your legs felt like concrete after a while of running, but you finally made it to the parking lot building. Entering the parking lot, you looked for any sign of a staircase where Yoojin said she fell on. There were none. 

“Excuse me, where are the stairs to this parking lot?” You asked the parking lot attendant, assuming it was just hidden somewhere. 

“There are no stairs here,” He said, “if you want to get to the second floor, there is an elevator over there.” He pointed to the other side of the lot. 

You thanked the man and ran to the elevator, hoping Yoojin wasn’t too hurt by now. You’ve experienced injuries like these before whilst playing sports back home, they hurt like hell. Your breathing was staggered by the time you reached the elevator, however, you didn’t give up and kept looking around trying to find the girl. There was nobody. You were about to call Yoojin again just to make sure you were in the correct place, but a voice interrupted you. 

“Y/n.” 

It was Manager Kim.

[spenciegoob]

Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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