#they were very nice and concerned about touching me with cold fingers

[bootydragon8]

I have a follow up doctor’s appointment tomorrow and I’m super nervous about it. She’s super nice and we got pretty close when she opened me up to get samples of my cervix.

I don’t know why I’m anxious. I already know what the bloodwork came back with. Maybe it’s because I went and got the new birth control and then when I got home it magically disappeared, but I had literally just got 3 months worth of my old medication so I didn’t go and get more of the new one. I don’t want her to be disappointed in me…

I know it will be fine and I’m literally paying her, but I really hate when professionals are disapproving of my actions

[wileys-russo]

emily fox, “I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?” “I was about to say that.”, late night ice cream in the kitchen

late night ice cream II e.fox

you shifted for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, positively suffocating in the sweltering humidity of the late virginian evening. having no choice but to become acclimatized to the sharp bitter cold of london, to travel back home to see your girlfriends family peak summer had been most welcome.

you'd been back only for two days now, most of yesterday spent wrapping your heads around the jetlag and taking it easy, pinching and poking one another all afternoon to stay awake so you would both sleep.

last night you'd both been utterly exhausted, and sleep came easily with the pair of you already out the moment your heads hit the pillow, bare legs tangled beneath the covers and chests rising and falling.

tonight you'd hoped would be the same case, a large handful of your girlfriends family and close friends having gathered in the backyard of her family home for a barbecue.

you'd watched on with a dazzlingly lovesick look plastered in your features as the elated smile on emilys own lips never faltered as she spent hours catching up with her loved ones.

pulling you in and out of conversations or hiding away to kiss you in her childhood bedroom the two of you felt like teenagers sneaking around again.

well aware that everyone knew you'd been together for a very long time, back where it all began there was just a new sort of nostalgic joy charged from your every interaction.

giggling i love you's between soft kisses where her lips tasted like popsicles and the smell of the grill filled your senses the two of you couldn't be happier.

however right now laid up in bed and positively cooking in the intense summer heat, you found that joy fast beaten into submission by the grumpiness which came from the inability to fall asleep, having laid here silent but suffering for what felt like hours now.

"hey, babe?" you were pulled from your thoughts by her voice, eyes flickering from the star filled night sky peeking out of her open window to meet the concern painted across her face as she sat up and stared down at you.

"you keep moving." the defender noted quietly, not unkindly but you detected the slight coat of frustration to her words as you winced. "i'm not used to this heat, i can feel it." you whispered, swatting at the air as if to fight off an invisible enemy causing a slight smile to paint her cherry red lips.

"i forgot what it felt like." emily huffed, dropping back down into bed beside you and you were grateful for the way her slender fingers grabbed yours, the rest of your bodies still refusing to touch due to the overwhelming humidity filling the room.

"i'm sorry i've kept you up em." you murmured guiltily, turning onto your side as she did the same, her hand squeezing yours in a silent dismissal.

"baby i know i say you're the light of my life but last i checked you're not the sun, you haven't been keeping me up this heat has." the footballer teased with a playful grin, toe poking your calf as your eyes rolled fondly.

"do you see the sun out there fox?" you quipped with a nod to the window, laughing softly as her free hand popped up to give you the finger. "you were supposed to find a smooth way to compliment me back, girlfriend." the older girl mocked sarcastically, poking your nose.

"oh sorry girlfriend." you paused a moment to think, an offended scoff sounding around the room as you shoved her gently.

"i'm thinking!" "explains why it smells like something is burning."

"okay you know what? after that there is no compliments, goodnight emily." you retorted, dropping her hand and rolling over to face the wall as she snickered. "you're so easy to bait, like a little fish." the girl teased, arm sneaking around your torso and her body shuffling closer.

"mmm that feels nice babe but it is way too hot to fool around." you sighed apologetically as her lips began to explore your neck, skin slightly damp with the sweat beading across both your bodies due to close proximity, your shared heat adding to an already overwhelming cocktail of humidity.

"i know." emily groaned quietly, rolling away from you and running a hand through her hair as you flopped onto your back, the two of you sharing a look for a moment.

"i love you." you promised, grabbing her hand again and bringing her palm up to your mouth with a soft kiss. "i love you more." the girl melted with a smile, leaning in to peck your lips twice before you both seemed to settle, a few stifling minutes passing where the room seemed to somehow get even hotter, a gust of wind doing nothing to ease it other than rattling the half cocked blinds.

"i can't sleep. can we have ice cream?" "i was about to say that."

you both shared another look and burst out laughing, hurrying to cover one anothers mouths like a reflex, all too used to being yelled at to keep it down when you'd had sleepovers as teenagers, both of your parents still not knowing you were anything more than best friends.

managing to swallow your laughter the sheet was kicked off and the pair of you very slowly and quietly made your way out of her childhood room and downstairs, closing the kitchen door with a soft click.

"mmm we have chocolate? caramel pecan? i think my mom keeps a tub of cookie dough hidden from my dad in the back somewhere-" emily pondered, rummaging through the freezer with a frown as your chin rested on her shoulder, exhaling happily at the crisp cold air fanning your face.

"i'll have chocolate, you have cookie dough and we can share?" emily offered, a grunt of success sounding as she located the hidden tub behind a bag of frozen peas.

"ugh baby we might not be able to fool around but i love when you talk dirty to me."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

i'm very grateful for you.

you're very important to me.

you make me want to be a better person.

you're doing a good job, you know.

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

you constantly impress me.

what's going on? tell me everything.

i'm here to listen to you.

i love you so much.

you know you matter to me, right?

i don't know what i'd do without you.

you were right about everything.

if it matters to you, it matters to me.

i believe in you.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

[ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

[ absentminded ] sender casually takes receiver's hand in public, laces their fingers, and doesn't let go

[ shoulder ] sender listens to receiver speak and sets a hand on their shoulder while doing so, offering comfort

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around them, hugging them close

[ smack ] sender gives receiver's butt an affectionate smack as they walk past them

[ dinner ] at dinner, sender reaches across the table and takes receiver's hand

[ check ] sender reaches out to touch receiver, expressing concern for them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver snuggle

RECEIVING GIFTS

i saw this yesterday, and i had to get it for you.

this reminded me of you.

you said you didn't have one... so i figured i'd get it for you.

i hope you like it. i picked it out just for you.

i loved making this for you.

i know you had a rough week, so i hope this makes you feel better.

it's all for you!

[ birthday ] sender brings receiver a present on their birthday

[ just because ] sender surprises receiver with a gift

[ grateful ] sender gets a present from receiver and expresses their utmost gratitude

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of their favorite flowers

[ candy ] sender gifts receiver with their favorite candy

QUALITY TIME

i'm not going anywhere. i want to stay here with you.

why don't we spend some time together?

i'd rather be alone with you.

let's plan a vacation.

feel like taking a walk? the weather's nice.

i just want to be with you.

this weekend is all about us.

can we plan for some alone time?

[ walk ] sender and receiver go for a comfortable evening stroll

[ bake ] sender and receiver bake something together

[ decorate ] sender and receiver attend a painting class together

[ relax ] sender and receiver relax on the beach

[ craft ] sender helps receiver with a project they've been working on

ACTS OF SERVICE

let me get that for you.

i'll take care of it! i've got it!

you go and sit down. i've got this covered.

i've planned our entire trip. you don't have to lift a finger.

everything's all taken care of!

sit back down! i'll clean up!

i know it was stressing you out. that's why i took care of it.

i'll help you with that.

i watered your plants.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed

[ blanket ] sender notices receiver is cold, so they bring them a blanket and drape it over their shoulders

[ jacket ] sender offers receiver their coat

[ soup ] knowing receiver is sick, sender brings them a bowl of hot soup

[ coffee ] sender brings receiver their favorite coffee order

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Examination (Kenjaku x Reader)

Contains: Medical kink, gynecology exam gone sexual, vaginal fingering, Kenjaku as a doctor, dubious consent.

Hello~ Day 12 of kinktober was Medical play, and I have this running fantasy for a few years that goes along this similar vein. Though I've subbed Kenjaku in for the character I normally imagine in this scenario, it's surprisingly fitting for him, don't you think? Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain, comment or reblog if you have anything to say!

You felt uncomfortable as you sat in the examination room. It had been some time since you had visited a gynecologist, as sexual health wasn’t quite at the top of your concern list. It had been some time since you last had a sexual partner, and even then it wasn’t something you looked forward to. That was, in part, the reason for your visit. You had some questions that you wanted to ask, just to make sure there wasn’t something wrong with you.

Along with also being new in the area and going to a new doctor, you wanted to start completely over with this move. Part of that involved making sure you were healthy, so getting back into the yearly exam was just another part of your to do list. 

It had been about ten minutes since the nurse had excused herself to allow you to undress and go alert the doctor. The gown you put on made you feel exposed, as you had trouble closing it in the back, leaving a chill to take over your body. You glanced around the room anxiously, hoping that you’d have the courage to ask your questions in a succinct manner. 

The sound of the door opening made you jump. You turned to greet the doctor but your voice caught in your throat. He looked very different than you had expected, though you weren’t entirely sure what you expected from a doctor you had known nothing about. 

The man was tall, his long dark hair pulled out of his face into a bun but the majority of it still cascaded down his back. His button up shirt looked like it was almost too tight for him, the lab coat he wore over it doing very little to conceal his bulky frame. You almost missed the small line on his forehead, choosing to ignore it as it wasn’t your place to ask about a wound on a doctor, but somehow it seemed to add to his features in such a way that made him more handsome. This doctor was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen outside of television.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Doctor Kamo, but my patients usually refer to me as Kenjaku. I will be conducting your exam today. Is there any specific reason for your visit?” The doctor, Kenjaku, asked, it seemed he was more of a straight to business man instead of the kind that apologizes for making you wait so long. You didn’t mind though, somehow you were both reassured by his presence and made self conscious by his appearance. 

The thought of having someone this attractive touch you, wasn’t something you were ready for. Gathering your wits about you, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

“N-not really, I’m mostly just here for an annual exam,” You forced the words out, suddenly too afraid to ask the other questions that had brought you here. Perhaps you could find another doctor to go to with those questions, some old woman that didn’t make you feel strange.

Kenjaku observed you as he began to get ready, washing his hands and putting on some gloves while studying your medical records that had been pulled up on the computer in the room.

“‘Mostly’ sounds like you have other things to say, I won’t press you, but I can’t look for things I’m unaware of,” Kenjaku said as he sat down in front of you. His words weren’t too cold, but they offered little comfort beyond not being forced to answer questions. “Your chart mentions that you aren’t sexually active, is that a choice or is that the nature of the question you don’t have?”

You blinked at the doctor, it surprised you to be read so easily. You know you mentioned that when filling out your paperwork, but you hadn’t expected it to be brought up. Especially not in this way, he mentioned not pressing, but immediately moved into asking more invasive questions. Still Kenjaku’s tone was nothing but clinical, it was his job to make sense of things like this. You probably weren’t the only person he had to pull answers out of. 

“I’ve had sex before but it just seems like there isn’t a point to it,” You answered honestly. You were interested in sex, you just didn’t understand what was so enjoyable. There was no urge to have children, all of your previous partners made sex feel like you were there for them to use and move along from. It felt more like something you did for someone else and less like something you felt pleasure in.

Kenjaku nodded, observing you more as you spoke. You felt that somehow he was reading between the things you were saying, not that you’d even said much. It was the way he stared at you, like you were to be studied and not helped.

“Interesting, low sex drive or something else? Low drive can be normal with other factors, if that is the issue. You’re a little too young for some things that can lead to difficulties with sex, have you had any problems that I should look for in my exam?” Kenjaku looked into your eyes as he spoke, his questions making your stomach turn with anxiety.

The question you had intended to ask floated to the forefront of your mind, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. Averting your eyes you studied the wall behind him for a moment. What was the worst thing that could happen? If you got too embarrassed you could just never come back here. 

He seemed like a thorough doctor, even if he were a bit eccentric, he probably could help you in some way. At the very least he could make sure there was nothing inherently wrong with you for the issues you’d been having.

“Well, and please don’t laugh, I don’t have sex because I can’t reach orgasm. Partners have tried and it usually just turns into me faking a reaction and waiting for them to finish. So I gave up, it’s too much of a hassle to try and keep up appearances and no one wants a woman that doesn’t put out,” You explained, looking down in shame. You knew it wasn’t an intentional failing, but you couldn’t help but feel like there had to be something wrong with you.

Kenjaku didn’t laugh, but you could see a glimmer in his eye that made your stomach drop. 

“That is more common than you realize. If you don’t have anything else I should know about, please place your feet in the stirrups,” Kenjaku’s acknowledgement felt like it should have been reassuring, but it wasn’t somehow. It was hard for you to find comfort from a man as attractive as him knowing what was about to happen. 

The smile that was plastered on Kenjaku’s face felt like it should have been genuine, but there was something off. Even ignoring the strange stitching on his forehead, his handsome features didn’t show anything suspicious.

Doing as you were told you placed your bare feet in the hooks at the end of the bed, adjusting your position. The gown covered you in a way that allowed you to only see the top of Kenjaku’s head, the dark bun in his hair and the stitches you were fixated on. It was probably better that way, the last thing you needed to see was his face as he examined you.

The cold air against your pussy made you shiver, goosebumps forming on your arms in response. Even colder were the gloved hands Kenjaku touched your labia with. The fingers hadn’t startled you, but much to your embarrassment you did feel yourself clench around nothing as he examined you from the outside.

The doctor was being thorough, perhaps too thorough, but it had been so long since you’d done one of these exams you weren’t quite sure what was called for. Kenjaku seemed clinical enough, fingers not lingering, the touch wasn’t sensual at all. 

“Things seem to be normal, even your self lubrication seems to be adequate for sexual intercourse. Now hold still, this may pinch a little,” Kenjaku said matter of factly. You watched the bun on top of his head disappear as he leaned back to grab a tool off of the tray he had nearby. 

Other than the spoken warning, he didn’t hesitate inserting the speculum inside of you. It was cold, filling you up and spreading you open for him. A small pained noise left your throat, though you did try to keep quiet. You thought you could hear a small chuckle, but it was so quiet you doubted it had even happened.

There was a pause, Kenjaku hadn’t moved and you were trying to avoid squirming, hoping your discomfort wasn’t too obvious. You felt a gloved hand rest on the apex of your thigh, as if to hold you still. Though his hands had felt cold at first, now they felt warm on your skin even through the latex. It was almost comforting.

The sound of paper tearing brought you back to paying attention. You wondered what it could be, until you felt the discomfort of having a cotton swab shoved inside of you. Once it had been removed you waited for the speculum to be removed too, but nothing happened. You wondered if he was going to swab for something else, or look for something else inside of you perhaps.

Before your thought could fully form, you felt his thumb on your clit, not stimulating, just resting there. You froze, unsure if he was just being thorough or if something strange was happening.

“I’m going to run some extra tests. Everything seems in line, you don’t seem to be missing anything in the areas most sensitive, you should be able to achieve orgasm. So long as you have a competent partner,” Kenjaku’s voice retained the same clinical tone he had been using thus far. 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his thumb began moving in slow circles around your clit. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it to prevent any sounds from coming out. You couldn’t deny that it felt nice, the latex felt even more foreign than his hand. 

Kenjaku watched as you clenched around the speculum that still held you open. The stimulation was so sudden and unexpected, you didn’t know what to do. When you were mulling over asking about orgasming, this had never occurred to you. 

As quickly as it entered you, Kenjaku disengaged and removed the speculum from your body. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, glad that it was gone but almost missing the fullness. 

The speed of Kenjaku’s thumb on your clit increased, the sensitive bud very receptive to his touch. It felt like electricity shooting through you, the pleasure was indescribable. You had never spent much time trying anything other than penetrative sex, so this was completely new to you. It hadn’t occurred to you to try something like this for yourself, choosing to assume all sex was the same.

Part of you wanted to express that thought to Kenjaku, that it was just something you had been unaware of and there was no need to continue. What stopped you was the feeling of two thick, gloved fingers entering your tight hole.

It didn’t hurt, especially since he had just removed a tool meant to spread you open, but it did feel big. Kenjaku’s hands were large, something you hadn’t noticed until his fingers were buried inside of you. Instead of thrusting as you had expected, they prodded about, as if he were searching for something. 

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that he didn’t need to do this, but your words caught in your throat as his fingers brushed up against a bundle of nerves inside you. Hand clamping back over your mouth, you bit into your fingers, using all of your focus to keep the sounds in. 

Kenjaku didn’t pull his fingers out after making his discovery, choosing instead to rub against the spot inside of you, making your thighs shake. You could feel just how wet you were getting, the squishing sound of his fingers in your pussy the only thing that filled the room other than the ones you made.

“It seems like you shouldn’t have trouble reaching orgasm now. The only trouble you’d had was just not having an attentive partner, don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to guide you through this one,” Kenjaku said, his clinical voice somehow had become arousing to you. You weren’t sure if it was just the state he had you in or if he had intended to have this affect on you.

A whine left your lips as his hand left your clit, desperate for the attention he’d been giving you. The hand instead pushed up your gown, making it so he could see your face.

You also now could see Kenjaku, nestled between your thighs with his fingers buried inside of you. Never had you thought you’d have a man so handsome like this. Even if you were just another exam to him, you knew you’d never forget the sight of him like this.

Kenjaku winked at you before lowering his face, tongue teasingly licking at your sensitive clit. You had to bite harder into your hand to keep your sounds in. Everything already felt too overwhelming, but his warm tongue lavishing your clit with attention was beyond anything you thought a person could feel.

The sight of him sucking at your clit was something you wanted burned into your mind. A strand of dark hair loose, tickling the strangely attractive stitches on his face. Kenjaku’s eyes, staring up and into yours as he took your clit fully into his mouth and sucked. It was too much, you wanted to look away but his eyes held you still somehow.

His fingers hadn’t stopped rubbing the sensitive spot inside of you, they had moved onto pressing against it. Hand shallowly thrusting directly into the nerves, making your body quiver.

You couldn’t take it any longer, feeling something snap inside of you. Kenjaku didn’t relent as you felt your body overcome with more pleasure than you thought possible. It was as if you were drowning in the way he made you feel, his hands and mouth forcing you to experience something so intense.

As he pulled his fingers from you, you could feel yourself dripping. Kenjaku had made more of a mess of you than you ever could have expected. He sat up slowly, chin glistening with evidence of your first orgasm all over it.

“See? If you tell the doctor what you need, they may be able to fix it for you. Do you feel educated now? Or do I need to have you back for another appointment, just to make sure you’re able to achieve repeat results at home,” Kenjaku’s words were a jumbled mess to you. 

Nodding, you hoped he would be willing to see you again. There was no way you would ever pass up the chance to experience something like this again.

[auspicioustidings]

Firewatch 11

Summary: You just want to sleep, but Price needs you to calm down first.

Words: 2.8k

CW: Kidnapping, light bdsm

When Johnny tried to touch you, you only buried yourself into Simon and glowered at him. He looked wounded, pulling his hand back from where it had been poised to stroke your hair. None of them understood why you were reacting like that. You seemed back to yourself, but then it would stand to reason that you would be most scared of Simon. And yet now you were only too happy to be held by him. Only him.

As far as you were concerned it was a survival tactic. If you were always by Simon, none of them could kill you without going through him. And you weren’t really sure anyone could go through him. He seemed happy enough to play protector, thumb rubbing firm circles into your waist and teeth nibbling at the tip of your ear every so often. You suspected he was probably looking at the others when he did it, gloating. Good. 

“You need to eat sweetheart” he purred into your ear.

“Mm, don’t tell me what to do Simon.”

“Bratty even when you’re half dead.”

“Bossy even when I’m being nice.”

He chuckled at that. If he were a better man perhaps he would feel bad that Price, Johnny and Gaz were at the kitchen island looking like grumpy little puppies. As he was not a better man he only shot them a lopsided grin. Why shouldn’t he be happy? You were safe, your temperature was back to normal, you were in his arms and letting his fingers sink into the fat of your waist, letting his teeth lazily graze the skin of your ear. The fear of losing you gave way to how you fit so fucking perfectly against him. He couldn’t help but imagine how else you might fit together, how perfectly warm and wet and tight you’d be around him. Fuck would you let him take you to his bed? He didn't even need to make love to you just yet if you were still stubborn about everything, just hold you, feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin proving you were alive. 

“Like you nice, should give it to me more often” he said with his hand testing the waters, squeezing the meat of your thigh dangerously close to your ass. 

“Don't get used to it, can't imagine it'll be a frequent occurrence.”

You felt the squeeze and your body gave a valiant attempt at arousal, but it was like molasses, sticky and slow moving in your exhaustion. You didn't mind it, if anything it was sort of nice. His chuckle betrayed his own exhaustion a little, the raspiness of it pointing to him having had a very stressful day. 

“Then let me enjoy it while it lasts hm? Eat something for me sweetheart.”

Stupid man being stupidly charming. You didn't really feel like eating, you had went past hungry at some point in the cold and now you just wanted to stay cuddled up to someone you were steadfastly believing was safe and go to sleep. He kept jostling you though, a nip to your ear, a squeeze of your thigh or a finger tracing your spine keeping you awake from how it caused little thrills through you. 

“You make it.”

“Hm?”

“I'm not eating whatever they made. You make it. Or give me something that's sealed.”

Well that was an alarming thing to hear you mumble softly against him. The smug happiness of having you favour him was rapidly turning into concern. What exactly did you think they were going to do to you? Did you think they would poison you or were you just refusing to eat anything from them out of pettiness?

“Why?”

“I'll make it myself then” you grumbled, pushing away from him even though every fibre of you hated it.

Oh he did not like that if the growl was anything to go by. Simon stood with little warning, an arm banding under your ass to keep you wrapped around him. You tensed, knowing he was going over to the others and not being sure you really wanted to be near them. Price maybe, he had been kind, he was asleep when Johnny and Kyle had been discussing your murder. Second murder you supposed. But you couldn't really be sure he wasn't in on it. Then again you couldn't be sure Simon wasn't, but you didn't have much choice but to believe him. 

You were placed lightly on the kitchen island and he took a small step back, forcing you out into the open. You had felt a lot less vulnerable wrapped up in him, face buried in his shoulder. Your skin prickled with the gazes you felt on you. 

“I was only gone a few days, what exactly happened in that time that's got you not willing to eat anything they've made?”

“What? That true little bird? You are not starving yourself, you're already in enough trouble for running off like that” Price said, trying to temper himself.

He was off balance with this whole situation. You had seemed on the edge of giving in before he went to sleep (which he now felt incredibly guilty about) and then he wakes up to you gone? And now after letting them rescue you, Simon shows up and you are suddenly only willing to speak to him. You hadn't been refusing to eat before. You had been a brat about it sure, but you hadn't refused. 

You looked at Price, not sure how to untangle your feelings towards him. He could not be in on it, surely not. If he had wanted to kill you he could have smothered you while you were in his bed. Johnny spoke and while you didn't mean to, you flinched. Everybody certainly noticed.

“We dinnae ken what's happening in that bonnie– I… baby what's wrong?”

“Back off Johnny.”

“I didnae dae anything!”

While you were glad Simon was telling him off you wished he'd just let you cling to him again. This wasn't a conversation you wanted to have right now, you just wanted to sleep for 16 hours in a warm bed. You'd probably take a warm body in it if it wasn't someone who had openly spoken about killing you. 

“Everything seemed fine the other night luv, you were getting along.”

You did glance at Kyle, seeing him look alarmed at how you froze up when he spoke the same way you had for Johnny. He was right, you were getting along. It had been almost peaceful, you had been almost calm. Maybe that had been what they had been waiting for. 

“Simon.”

You said his name as a soft plead, hoping you could get out of this conversation. You didn't want to say it out loud. You didn't want to make it real. Because goddamnit you kind of liked them. You liked teasing Johnny when Dosia was horrible to him, you liked watching Kyle cook. It was so stupid of you to fall for it, to find yourself liking them. Please let Price be outside of it, please let him want you alive. Heartbreak twice over was already enough. 

There was a stunned sort of silence at your little plea. It wasn't really like you at all, not the you they had been getting to know. These men knew one another well enough that they could each tell that nobody knew what was going on here. This wasn’t you being angry or scared that they were keeping you here. This was something else, and none of them knew why. Price moved into your eye line and you lowered your gaze stubbornly to the ground, but you didn’t seem the same level of upset as you were with Soap or Gaz. 

His brow furrowed and he crooked a finger under your chin, making you tilt your head up and look at him. He could feel how agitated Simon had gotten at you saying his name like that, but he also knew that he trusted him with you. He trusted he would make this right. So he stayed where he was, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms to ensure he wouldn’t reach out while Price tried to fix whatever had went so horribly wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“Failed escape attempt, obviously.”

“Try again little bird.”

Oh, he was using that voice again. That one that oozed authority and made you want to push and push and push until he snapped. Only now you didn’t know what that meant. Part of you hoped he would just backhand you, show you his true colours so you could get over whatever this ridiculous feeling was. Another part badly wanted him to take some sort of control, force your racing thoughts to calm. Fuck you were demented.

“You wanted me to stay put, you should have clipped my wings.”

“That what you want?”

Maybe. Maybe you just wanted them to stop fucking toying with you. You were exhausted, fear and misery had drained you and you just wanted to give in, but your already incredibly wounded pride would really rather he made you give in so you could pretend you had fought it.

“Does it matter what I want John?”

He considered you for a while, the world holding its breath in anticipation. You didn’t realise how tense you really were until he moved his hand to the nape of your neck, tugging you off of the counter, fingers and thumb gripping with enough pressure that it loosened you all at once. The others didn’t intervene as he marched you out of the kitchen and into his office, the click of the lock causing a full body shiver. He was behind you and you just let your eyes softly unfocus on the wall as he bent slightly to speak right into your ear.

“I didn’t want to do this right now. You need rest. But you’re too wound up for that aren’t you little bird? Won’t even eat if we can’t get you calmed down.”

His foot slid between yours, pushing gently to get your legs to widen as he pressed on your neck, bending you over the desk. You didn’t have resistance left to give as you settled on your elbows. His hand running down your spine made you sigh. 

“This… it doesn’t change anything” you said softly as tugged on your sweatpants, getting access to the bare swell of your ass.

“Course not. Bet’s still on, and I still intend to win.”

–

Gaz couldn’t sleep. He was half tempted to do what Soap had done and sneak into Ghost’s bed for some form of bloody comfort. He hadn’t seen you since Price had taken you into that office, although they all knew exactly what would have happened in there. He knew you were due punishment for running away like that, but it unsettled him that it had happened so soon. You weren’t right yet, you were still… well he didn’t know. That was the problem. Shock he could understand, but he thought they had warmed you up and got you lucid again. And then you had looked at him like you were scared of him. You had never looked at him like that before, not even when you had been spitting mad and screaming at Soap. 

He trusted Price, he knew that he’d figure out what was wrong, knew that he’d take care of you in whatever way you needed it. But it didn’t help him sleep. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted you to cosy into him like you had done with Ghost. It drove him wild watching how his fingers had sunk into you, how you had let them. Fuck it was so stupid, Kyle’s fingers had been inside you but he was getting jealous of the intimacy of another mans fingers even touching you.

He was driving himself a little crazy going over your last interaction with him, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. You had been fine, you had even laughed when he had made a cutesy little smiley face on your omelette with ketchup. He wasn’t about to pretend that you were happy being kept by them like this, but he was so sure you had been beginning to settle. Him and Soap were going to wait until Simon was back and then make their case to him and Price that they should talk to you about giving you some freedom. They couldn’t let you just run to the police, but what if they built you your own place? Just like your little cottage. They thought they could make you happy with that for the time being, work on it until maybe you’d like to move somewhere far away with them. Then they could take you out on dates without incriminating themselves. They just needed to convince you that you wanted to go on them. And somehow he had fucked it all up. 

The light knock on his door had him out of the bed in record time to answer. He knew how a knock sounded for people, and that was too light to be Ghost or Price (Soap never knocked, fucking git that he was). He should have tried to be more cool and collected but he wrenched open the door and just flustered for a moment at you standing there in pjs. Fuck you were pretty. You looked tired still, but calm, he suspected Price had probably given you what you needed. 

“I… um. Can I come in?”

He nodded rapidly and stood aside to let you wander into his room. You seemed maybe a little nervous, but at least not scared of him. He hated that you had been scared of him. He hated not being able to figure out why.

“Are you-”

“I wanted-”

You both paused and there was a moment of each of you trying to get the other to go first until Kyle sighed and very gently moved you to sit on his bed so he could crouch in front of you, taking both your hands in his.

“Are you ok luv?”

“Tired. John gave me the soup you made, it was nice.”

He had fed you after he had rewired your brain with the absolute leathering he had given your ass. You were pretty sure you had cried during, but it was all a little hazy. It was a stupid thing to do, but you found you trusted him. Hard not to when he had climbed into the bath with you, washed your hair and gently dried and moisturised you after without once trying to take advantage.

You had nearly choked spying on him when you were supposed to be undressing for the bath, watching through the crack in the bathroom door to his room as he leaned his forearm heavily against the wall and quickly jacked himself off. Fuck, you knew he had done it because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be getting hard with you naked in his arms and you had to throw cold water on your face to try and pretend you weren’t flushed with the thought that he wanted you that badly but wouldn’t do anything to you even in your vulnerable state. Made it hard not to trust him really. You had been suddenly glad for how utterly exhausted you were because while your body had made an attempt at getting you aroused it had been overpowered by bone tiredness.

Instead you had let him take care of you and pull you into his arms in bed. And you had finally talked. You told him what you had overheard and he told you that without a shadow of a doubt you had misunderstood. He’d even offered to knock their heads together for even accidentally frightening you like that. And you were so thoroughly out of emotions, so run through with the events of the day, that you couldn’t find it in you to not just believe him. He hadn't stopped you when you had mumbled that you wanted to see Kyle, he had just pressed his lips to your hair and let you go. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I thought you and Johnny were going to kill me. I overheard you in the kitchen,” you answered, no energy for anything but blunt honesty.

Kyle took a moment to figure out what the fuck you were talking about and then groaned and hid his head in your joined hands. 

“Fuck. Oh fuck. I should have thought about how that would sound with you right in the next room, I’m sorry, it wasn’t anything like what you’re thinking, it- well we-”

You squeezed his hands to get him to look at you again.

“S’ok. I’d just like to sleep if that’s ok.”

He wasn’t going to argue with you when you were sat in his bed, when you wanted to share it. So he just smiled and let you crawl under the covers so he could slot in right behind you. 

He fit there. 

[gtzel]

Winter and Claus (title TBD)

Chapter 3

first/previous/next

The human looked down at the borrower with something that would have resembled sympathy, realizing he might’ve done serious damage to the little guy. He reached into the box, causing Winter to scramble back and yelp in fear, obviously still vulnerable form being grabbed so roughly the first time.

Nevertheless the human, oblivious to Winter’s fright, scooped him up. This time he was more soft with his movements, and kept the borrower in an open palm. Winter struggled weakly as one of the human fingers drew down and pinched the borrower's thin torso, lifting up his dark blue striped shirt to view the bruising on the borrower’s body. It obviously wasn't a pretty sight, the finger shaped markings that had started to bloom on the tiny borrowers form. But the human finally got a good look at the person he was dealing with. 

Winter gave up with the exhausting attempts at fighting, which were fruitless anyways. The human fingers gently caressed Winter’s lean torso, which looked concerningly underweight for the borrower's age. 

“Gods do you eat at all?” the human said quietly, the cold tone still hanging in the air, but a twinge of concern hidden underneath. As the human continued to poke about at the borrower's body. The boy looked human enough, but the pointed ears and thin tail proved a challenge to the human's intellectual curiosity. 

Winter gulped nervously, pulling his bandaged arms to his chest protectively, not allowing the human access to that part of him. Though it seemed that the human was disinterested by the movement. Instead lightly pinching the borrower's black tail and rubbing the fuzzy hair at the end. WInter suppressed a moan, knowing what would follow if that ensued. He wasn't about to let the human humiliate him further. However, he couldn't hold back the guttural vibrating noise that came with the feeling of being petted, a light soft purring not unlike a cat’s. The human, to Winter’s much disdain, perked up and smirked coyly at the noise, gently rubbing and stroking the creature’s soft tail.  

“So you like that?” the human said, an undertone of playfulness pulling at him as he spoke. WInter blushed hard and pouted away, a soft ‘humph’ escaping his lips as his tail moved on its own to wrap around the human's finger. The human made a soft chuckling sound and relaxed his finger to the borrower’s voluntary touch, counting it as a win. 

“S-shut up *human*” Winter spat, quite obviously flustered at his body’s natural reaction. Though he didn't ever admit it, the human could deduct that the borrower was a bit on the touch starved side. 

“Fine then, but you have to actually make conversation with me” the human started, looking into the borrower's grey eyes. Winter reluctantly complied. “So~ starting off, what are you? I thought you were like…a shrunken person but you don't look very human.” the human said factually, not bothering to be subtle.

“Geez, straight to the point. Don't you want to at least know my name first?” winter said, slightly put off by the humans sudden burst of energy. 

The human nodded thoughtfully “yes, well i'm Claus. Claus Woodm-i mean Evergreen.” the human said the last bit with a frown. Maybe he didn't like the name or something, winter didnt know nor bothered to ask. “And you would be-?” 

“Mhm…yeah uhm…im Winter…Ivus” the borrower said quietly, his fingers subconsciously moving and tracing the subtle markings on the human palm. “And uhm…i can't tell you what i am” winter muttered, a sharp tone at his lips. “I already said that” 

Caus frowned “what? But I was nice to you?” he said in earnest. Zeal scoffed internally. This human seriously believed that just being a bit more gentle- while still manhandling him mind you- was “nice” absolutely unbelievable. 

“Yeah well being ‘nice’ won't cut it. Rules are rules” Winter muttered. Despite still being scared, the borrower found that he could talk back to the human relatively well, not making him completely terrified. 

“Oh? And what kind of rules are those? Why are they so important?” the human said sassily, but genuine curiosity ebbing away at him.

“Well for one, No being seen by humans, or caught. Or talking. Unless its a threat to life. No revealing the secrets. And no fraternizing, speaking of which, you can kindly set me down and be on your way” Winter demanded with a not-so-scared tone of voice. 

The human chuckled “well it seems like you've already broken 3 of those rules, if i'm counting. And I don't want to let you go, not when ive just caught you, "Claus said, a sly smile pulling at his lips. Something about the tone of voice by which the sentence was delivered sent shivers down the borrower’s spine. 

“b-but …” winter felt his nerves spike with his fear. “But you have to let me go-” winter said “i-i have a-” he caught himself. He couldn't reveal anything, not the fact that he had family, or that he lived in the walls. He had to keep the secrets. “-a uh…a” he stuttered, blanking at a false excuse to escape. 

“Well i think you don't have any reason to leave. Don't worry, now that i know how breakable you are, ill be much more gentle” the smile on his face made the borrower ring his tail anxiously “after all, if i let you go, who knows what kind of things would happen to you. You could get stepped on, or eaten alive by a cat, or-” 

“Stop!” Winter interrupted him promptly, already shaking at the visualization of what the human had described “j-just stop it…i-i get what you're trying to say,” 

The human looked down, a twinge of guilt pulling at his heart, realizing how shaken up the little guy was.  “Ah-o…okay” he said softly. He sighed, slightly frustrated with himself for screwing this up. 

Just before they were going to continue their conversation, a loud yelling- a man’s voice- called out from downstairs in the house. Winter noticed the way Claus flinched at the voice. But before the borrower could ask, he was promptly dumped in the box. Winter cried out, startled and confused as he was jostled around and shut into darkness. 

The box finally stilled and Winter heard the thudding of footsteps as the human suddenly left, thudding as they walked downstairs. 

Muffled yelling ensued for the next hour or so, Winter chewing at his hands anxiously as he waited for the human to come back. It was getting late. Winter was in too dark a place to tell, but the sun had begun to set when the sharp sound of a slamming door rang out downstairs. 

Winter waited….and waited and waited. The human didn't come back. The yelling ceased and minutes turned into hours, and still no sign of the human…finally, Winter caved to exhaustion and passed out in the corner of the warm cardboard box, wondering absently what had happened, and where the human had gone now. 

[blood-grove]

The Hunt

previous hunt <- part 2 -> (hunting)

x tws; violence , blood , injuries , gore , slight suggestiveness , sickness. <- more will be added possible depending on the part.

x pairings; soap x male!reader (😲)

x characters; soap , ghost , price , gaz + (others will maybe be added? idk ive never written a whole lot of characters cuz i get confused in my own head)

Soap ran his hands through your hair gently scratching your scalp as you purred lowly.

"God ah loue hearing ye purr git a real overgrown moggie as mah boyfriend dinnae ah?" Soap mumbled as he moved his hands to your face tilting your head up enough to look up at him from his lap.

"Such a nice view mm?" Soap grinned as he gently reached hand down brushing over the slight stubble around your chin and cheeks you preferred a clean shave and had quickly learned how to do it yourself.

Especially after all the cuts Johnny gave you trying to do one side of your face.

"Mm.." You hummed as you shifted in the water a near by lake you both have found yourselves at to clean up clothes set aside Soap always carried another pair for the both of you.

Your medallion hung heavy on your chest when clothed you always hid it so you didn't feel like it getting stolen and shifting into a giant dragon while out shopping would be ideal for you and Soap's little business venture.

"How much do we have now..?" You mumbled as you focused on washing instead of Soap's touch.

"Mm..We lost a guid bit we hud tae rush tae th' lea back then..we got 300 silver from you..We'll have to eat today so that'll be around 40 ish- We have about uhh mm.." Soap went quiet in thought as you huffed silently washing some more mud off yourself.

Money.

It had been a problem for you both you could never kept it.

You both had gotten greedy one village ago too many dragon attacks the dragon causing no damage and not even stealing livestock.

They figured you out.

You panicked.

And all remains is a burnt ashy waste.

You tried to repress the memory they were going to hang Soap what else were you supposed to do? You can't take on a whole town, You didn't have Soap's wit and agility especially not back when your human form was still so fresh.

For being such a strong creature you felt helpless in that moment, Soap still wore some scars from it all.

You shook your head as Soap's concerned look brought you back to the present.

"You okay love?"

"..Mm..Yeah.." You nodded as you gently nuzzled him slightly before going to get and dry off with the cloth you both brought.

"...Alright..I think we've got around 1,200"

"..Still not enough.."

"Yeah.."

For the rest of the evening you both ate and soon found an inn to stay in, You both planned to leave before dawn you didn't feel like getting up so early, especially with the cool chill of the twilight air.

You weren't cold-blooded per se but heat has always been a luxury to bask in getting in enough rays just to wake you up enough has always been a pleasure.

But being a literal fire-breathing creature meant your core ran warm perfect for Soap to cling onto too And an excuse to bury his face in your chest.

You didn't mind of course you always woke up to him running his fingers through your hair or sometimes he'd be sketching while one hand rested somewhere on you.

You feel you hit the jackpot with him he's always been physically affectionate yet he never overstepped a line you both hadn't crossed yet.

It was way past dawn when you both woke up again.

You were the clingy one this morning as you tried to keep Soap in place despite his groggy voice mumbling that you both had to get up.

You refused.

He stared at you as you admitting childishly locked your body around his limbs looking up at him.

"Oh noo whitevur shall ah dae a dragon haes me trapped in tis sleepy embrace..maybe a few kisses wull convince it tae let this poor warrior go?." Soap grinned as he looked at you cupping your face as he freed his arms.

"Possibly..I don't know the dragon has a very high kiss toll..I might have ta' turn you into a pile of ash if you don't abide by it.." You teased as he gently pecked your forehead.

"Ohh I'm sooo scared" He chuckled as he finally leaned down and embraced you into a kiss which you quickly melted into letting the rest of his body free as his hands slid down to your hips gently squeezing them as he deepened the kiss.

Soap chummed as he pulled away placing a quick on your forehead before he slipped away.

You both finally got dressed properly as you both packed up and got ready to leave.

Today is another day and another village was ripe for the pickings.

In your head it sounded sort of like thievery.

Maybe you both were scam artist thieves and not relieving people of there excess wealth.

Maybe you were both bad people scamming and scaring the richer folk.

Nah.

It took a week or so to reach the next town and you were both back to your routine.

Soap headed to the nearby guild or tavern if there wasnt a guild, He had a knack for charming the drunk passerby with his exaggerating his dragon slaying tales.

You just hoped he wouldn't get too drunk on the first day here.

You on the other hand were scouting out the town maybe getting a few treats for you and Soap.

You were so preoccupied in your thoughts and potential sweets you would buy you bumped into what could only be mistaken as a brick wall sending stumbling back.

"Ah fuck- What the-"

"Sorry."

You flinched at the voice as you looked up meeting not a magic talking wall which you would have preferred but a man tall and draped in dark clothes and a hooded cloak a skull mask fitted on his face and cloth covering the rest of it.

You got up quickly as he picked up your satchel and book holding them back to you as you stood there for a moment before finally composed yourself.

"Ah um- No its alright I wasnt paying attention."

He just hummed which you couldnt decivier if its good or bad.

"Wheres the guild house here?"

"Uh um I think back near the far markets and again I'm so-"

He just left following your honestly vague directions.

"Oh.. uh okay."

Weirdo.

a/n; sorry if it isnt that good just got back from vacation

[frozenjokes]

it’s so over

convex week day 3 - embers/frost - prev/next

this one follows the prompt because he’s fire boy and he’s water girl trust @convexweek

Cub wasn’t used to being around this many people, much less talking to them, and so far from his sun he was cold, it was loud, and all of these things were making him quite irritable.

Apparently being on fire at all times was a ‘bad look’ and Cub should really try to ‘cool off’ lest people get the ‘wrong impression,’ but maybe Cub wanted to be on fire, maybe he was cold and angry and didn’t want to be touched not even on the shoulder, seriously would people mind their own fucking space, Cub didn’t care about the court of public opinion, he just wanted to be left alone.

His lawyer was alright at least, a star called Mumbo who took a similar form to Cub, which Cub assumed was common practice; it’s not like he attended many court hearings in his lifetime, being the sun was a full time job. Mumbo looked a lot like a human through the lens of someone who had never actually seen one, and only had it described to him from a friend whose cousin’s wife’s ex husband’s sister in law’s dog saw a human once, so, fairly accurate and appropriately unnevering. Long, lanky body, arms, legs, fingers, tiny eyes, squareish head. Despite looking like he might unhinge his jaw and swallow Cub whole at any given moment, Mumbo was well mannered and just a touch anxious, but he seemed to know what he was talking about at least, which would have been nice if some of the things Mumbo said didn’t make Cub want to leap over his desk, rip out his tongue and then gouge his own eyes out.

“Listen Cub, I think you have a pretty strong defense here. Besides being generally unpleasant, based on the more major accounts against you, I don’t really think you’ve done anything illegal per se, but the bigger problem here is that no one can stand you.”

“I don’t care.”

Mumbo knit his fingers, expression strained, “Well you should care, because Scar is going to build his case around well disguised personal attacks, and where he’s very charming, you are not. Scar is looking to win the public opinion and sway the judge and jury that way, which, given his long history of successful cases, you should be concerned. Scar is going to try to strip you of your position and possibly all future positions in desired systems, so if you don’t want your current fill-in to be the new Earth sun, you’d better pull it together.”

Cub frowned, deep. He really didn’t want that. She was so annoying, and so smug too, like come on, Cub wasn’t going to be gone for very long.

“I just don’t understand how Scar even has the grounds to sue me. My moons aren’t even moonionized, complaints ledged against me are few and far between, and I don’t go out of my way to be a dirtbag unless moons go out of their way to make themselves a problem to me.”

“These are all good points, but with moonion popularity on the rise and Scar being the moon that spearheaded that movement in the first place, I really wouldn’t come out and start talking about how anti-moonion you are.”

“I’m not anti-moonion, I don’t think suns should get to blow up their moons, that’s not cool, but I don’t think I should have to go out of my way to be nice either when I think I’ve made it extremely clear to the entire galaxy I don’t want anything to do with anybody because everyone sucks.”

“That’s certainly a stance.”

“It’s how I feel.”

“I wouldn’t bring that up in court either. Insulting the jury is a bad idea.”

“How do I get them to not dislike me then. I’m going to say right now that I will not put out any fires and I will not smile.”

Mumbo pursed his lips, fingers knitting tighter, “Well, I definitely don’t think you should smile in court, no, but it might help you not to look like you intend to kill everyone in the room and then yourself.”

“This is my resting face.”

“Your resting face sucks.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I would advise against telling the jury to go fuck themselves.”

Cub leaned back in his chair, exhaling a vent of hot air through his nose. He would try very hard not to tell the jury to go fuck themselves, but he could not express this thought out loud, so he chose silence.

“Right then,” Mumbo, apparently, was not one to let the silence lie, “Well I want to discuss a few other points with you, things I’m positive are going to be brought up in court, so please try to be receptive and honest with me, and remember that my job is to help you. First, for the more ambitious stars, Scar is going try appealing to them by making the argument that you hate your position in that extremely desirable system of yours, and the only reason you’ve commandeered it for so long is out of spite; you don’t want it, but you don’t want anyone else to have it either. I know it’s rumor, and I will make this argument in court, but that doesn’t necessarily-“

“No, that’s true.”

Mumbo gawked, at a momentary loss for words. “Seriously.”

“Well, mostly. I do like that system, I want to keep it. I like the Earth. But I will never give it up, never, because all those stars with their grubby little hands want it so bad, and they can’t have it because it’s mine. ‘You’re so sad looking for a sun, you should try smiling, you don’t act very much like a sun, you should really smile more, why don’t you blink, Cub?’ They will never see the Earth like I do. A moon would have an easier time witnessing my system’s life, and that’s perfectly fine, I like moons, it’s the stars that are having their penance paid. If you had a star on your back every day of your formative years telling you you’d look more sUnNy wiTh a sMiLe you’d be a soulless hermit too.”

When Cub looked up, Mumbo’s head was in his hands. “Don’t say any of this in court. Actually, do not speak at all in court, just let me handle it. If you must speak, deny deny deny. Lie. Anything but your true feelings please.”

“Are we done then?”

“Yes, we’re done.”

Cub got up from his chair, stretching. He felt a little calmer now; who knew it could be nice to talk about your feelings? Maybe it helped that Mumbo’s office had a similar fire to Cub’s sun back home, not nearly as hot as Cub preferred, but almost pleasant when compared to most other shared moon/sun/planetary environments. The familiar yellow orange of the walls and furniture made Cub feel at home, safe and relatively blended in, though that was only coincidence. Mumbo had a whiter fire to him, and stood out quite a bit against the backdrop. Cub couldn’t imagine wanting to be seen.

Just as Cub was about to leave though, the door to Mumbo’s office burst open and in walked a very jolly looking moon with half a face, his silver cold brilliant against the bright fire, but in a world of constant light, Cub couldn’t stop gaping at the inky dark that soothed his strained eyes.

“Mumbo Jumbo! Wow, you look terrible today! Tough case?” Scar grinned, leaning nearly all of himself over Mumbo’s desk, dark eyes utterly jubilant. Cub was so starstruck, he hardly grasped the implications before Mumbo spoke.

“Scar, I’m seeing a client right now, I told you to knock before you-“

“What client? I heard no talking, no one’s in the waiting room, and no one’s here. Y’know, Mumbo, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just didn’t want to see me.” With a frown to match Cub’s own, Mumbo moved his files out of the way before Scar swooned directly on top of his desk, turning over with unnatural grace to lay on his stomach and kick his legs. “So.” Scar said, all movement stopping to accentuate the word before he started back up again with his legs, “How’s it going.”

“Bad. You literally have no case and it’s going bad. But Cub’s right there, he can tell you himself.”

Scar turned around and screamed, exactly the way he had when they’d first met, rolling off the back of the desk and directly into Mumbo’s lap. Emotionlessly, Mumbo scooped Scar up and set him on his feet. Cub still couldn’t stop staring.

“I think it’s against my best interest to speak to you,” he mumbled, silently pleased when Mumbo gave him a thumbs up. “Not unhappy to see you though.” Cub didn’t know where that last bit came from, but he wasn’t embarrassed either. He was speaking his truth, as he’d always done.

“That.. so..” Scar eyed Cub suspiciously, stalking around the corner of the room like a bobcat across from a cobra. “I hope you’d forgive me if I said I didn’t believe you.”

“That’s fine. We were done anyway, I just like a place that feels like home. Do.. whatever it is you were doing.. intimidation tactics or..”

“No, no, I really didn’t mean to intrude. I will knock next time, Mumbo, especially when your clients are.. so difficult to see.”

“You still won’t,” Mumbo sighed, as if resigned to the fate. “Cub, when Scar follows you out, keep your mouth shut. Not a word.”

Scar scoffed, mock offense, “I’m not going to follow him out, Mumbo, geez!”

“Well, the last reason I had to stay was the temperature, but you’ve gone and taken it down, so I’ll be going now,” Cub shrugged, giving Mumbo a small nod, “Bye.”

“Goodbye, Cub,” Mumbo sighed, and Cub was not at all bothered by the strain in his voice. Very good, very good, he was not here to make friends.

But just as Cub was leaving this star to travel to the one he was staying at nearby, Scar cut past, stopping him over the vast expanse of nothingness all around them. Scar looked brilliant on this backdrop, the light reflecting off him less intense, and the dark holes in his form as beautiful as they were unnerving. Cub very rarely looked at people’s faces when he spoke, but with Scar, he couldn’t stop staring. Maybe that’s why he missed the first thing Scar said.

“Hello? Hello hello? Earth to Cub, anyone home?”

“I’m here. Was leaving, though.”

“Humor me for a moment before you go then, will you?”

“I don’t think I mind, but my lawyer might.” Scar must have found this funny, but to Cub his laugh sounded fake. Though, so did his scream, and regardless of how exaggerated it sounded in Mumbo’s office, Scar had absolutely been frightened.

“Well then, Cub, I just came down to tell you that you do something many suns do that I fucking despise,” Scar continued on sweetly, never wavering, “Would you like to know what that is?”

“I don’t really care, honestly.”

“Well I’m going to tell you.” Scar clapped his hands together and Cub flinched at the noise, which seemed to please him. Bits of frost floated like dust off Scar’s fingers, and Cub got the sense that Scar’s anger was real. “I can not stand it when I meet a sun in their domain and I’m treated like the scum of the galaxy; useless, unimportant, insignificant, but after I reveal myself, after I drag them to court, suddenly everything’s so civil, almost nice, like I’ve earned your faux respect by evening the playing field, by meeting you face to face as a fellow, and not someone to stomp beneath your heel. I’ve forced you to care by bringing you here, yes, but when you’re bordering on friendly after showing me how you really feel, that makes my blood boil. So let’s cut the shit, alright?”

Cub stared, not that he wasn’t staring before, but this time it was a more confused kind of stare, one he made when someone had said something that didn’t make any sense. “Do you think I’m treating you differently?”

Cub squinted against the wave of icy fury that surged off Scar, his crooked smile forced and eye twitching. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“A little bit. I think this whole endeavor is a pointless waste of my time, but the only difference between then and now is that then you were an obnoxious pest looking for a fight, and now you’re still a pest, but there’s nowhere I can avoid the company of others, so I’m not too fussed. Comparatively, on the scale of bullshit I’ve come across after being forced to leave my sun, my encounters with you rank relatively low. You are cold, which I hate, but you’re also easy on the eyes, which is a huge relief everywhere.”

“I- I’m what?” The fierce chill that radiated from Scar’s form faltered, and Cub didn’t know what was wrong with him, but this was much better.

“Cold. Not as bad now, but it’s honestly cold everywhere here, so I’m eager to get going. Only thing keeping me speaking to you right now is that the star’s going to be so damn bright everywhere, and it’s rare to get reprieve like this. You forget what it’s like to rest your eyes, and then you remember, and you never want to leave.”

“I- Oh! Oh, right, I..” Scar bit his lip, glancing back and forth as if looking for an escape, “That.. That makes more sense. That makes a lot of sense actually, I did think you were looking at me weird, but not because- you know, it’s not very nice to stare.”

“I don’t particularly care, if I’m being honest.”

“You might give someone the wrong impression with a look like that.”

“Let them think what they think.”

Scar stopped for a moment, looking at the ground. He seemed to feel a little more awkward looking at Cub now, but that didn’t stop Cub from staring at him, gosh, his own eyes had never felt so free of strain.

“You know, Cub, I take back what I said here. I think you’re callous, but I don’t think you’re pretending. The circumstances then and now are different enough that if I really try to worm my way into this horrible little brain of yours, I almost see where you’re coming from.”

“Please get out of my brain.”

Scar laughed that fake laugh of his, but for some reason this one rang true, and Cub might have smiled, maybe, something unnatural definitely happened on his face, but he was too caught up in Scar’s infinite dark to be disturbed by it.

[whumpsoda]

We Search For Stolen Personhood - Medicine for Mutt

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cw: pet whumpee, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, sick whumpee, sickfic

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Mutt groaned, a weak and croaking sound that scratched at the raw flesh of his torn up throat. A cough proceeded, splitting and cracking his voice.

The air felt frozen to the touch, not as cold as he’d ever been, definitely not, but still not a nice feeling in the slightest. Yet, sweat dripped from his scalp, sticking greasy strands from the mop of his hair to his forehead.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been that way, or how many meals had been fed to him by the pet he was supposed to be serving. How long had he been merely laying around, waiting for the head squashing illness plaguing him to dissipate? Even simply sitting up was a grueling task, difficult for his throbbing, spinning brain. It was as if he was falling in and out of consciousness, sleeping through the disease.

How was he meant to care for Prince, keep him safe, in such a sorry state?

What a disappointment he thought, and he knew his master would have thought it too.

Mutt whined, loud and crackling. Curled up into a ball upon the terribly itchy rug of the floor, with a pillow hugged tight to his belly, he shook his head with feeble weakness. 

Prince pouted, hand held out and balled up, holding a small couple of pills. “Please… please take them. They’ll help you, um, to feel better.” He pleaded, voice kept hushed as to not mess with his companion’s head any further. 

“Ngh… nooo…” Mutt was too out of it to even take notice of the fact he had said no, a word he was well aware he wasn’t allowed to say. The prospect of any more drugs troubled him too much to notice.

Take them, ‘520. Now.

No, please, Handler Brooks, no more pills, please, no more drugs-

It’s almost like you’re asking for some discipline. Obviously, it’s needed. I said take them ‘520. 

“Please, please… no more…” he begged pathetically, shielding his face with his hands from foreboding punishment. The pills were bad and scary and even if he trusted Prince he knew they would make him only feel worse.

“It’s alright,” someone started, a voice he didn’t yet quite know cutting in, “We've got the liquid form too.” 

An arm snaked its way under him, carefully tipping up his head and pressing a cup to his parted lips. Silently he gave in, gulping down the foul tasting liquid. Mutt knew well to accept what he was given. 

Prince took a soft finger and wiped the hair out from his eyes as he was settled back to the floor, flashing him an expression laced with concern. At least, that’s what Mutt believed it to be, but why would Prince - or anyone for that matter - ever be concerned for him?

You’re disposable, Mutt, that’s the only good thing about you.

A strangled whimper spilled from his lips, face twisting with pain. Someone’s palm trailed down his face - he hoped it was Prince - and lingered there for a moment for him to nuzzle into. His sir never touched him like that. He didn’t blame him.

“You can go sleep now, okay? Get some rest.” The strange voice whispered. An order, Mutt recognized, even in his haze. Whoever this was, it didn’t sound like his master, he would be a very good boy for them.

Again the blanket was tucked up to his chin, and Mutt gladly sighed with delight as the thoughts slipped from his mind. 

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[rinwritesfics]

The Cabin

Plot: The day before Life Day, you and Wolffe are sent to a safehouse as you harbor feelings for each other.

Warnings: minor angst in the form of frostnip, a lead-in to sex but not full-on sex

Word Count: 2373 (I have no control, nor do I have any shame about this.)

Author’s Note: A fic for the Secret Santa Gift Exchange by @cloneficgiftexchange. @221bshrlocked, I really hope you like this! After reading the prompts, this wouldn’t get out of my head, and I’ve never been more of a Wolffe simp than I am now. The prompts are bolded.

This was the worst. You weren’t sure how you were assigned to this, but somehow, you were. And right before Life Day, no less. This planet felt like it was colder than the depths of space, despite it being impossible. But, as you looked at Wolffe, who was leading the two of you to a safe house for him no less, you started to wonder if it was possible.

The nice thing about being a civvie medic assigned to the army was the army seemed to take great care in the comfort of the civvie positions. But you could see they didn’t afford the troopers the same luxury. He was wearing his harsh weather kit, but it was thin. And if you were feeling a bit chilled, you couldn’t imagine how he was feeling as you both trekked through the blizzard.

“Keep up,” he said a bit gruffly through his helmet’s modulator, but the usual bite in his tone was lacking. Something was wrong.

“Commander.”

“Keep. Up.”

The bite was back, and worse than usual. Something was bothering him immensely, and it wasn’t you. You kept up as ordered.

He kept flexing his fingers as subtly as he could, but you caught it. It was in that action that your thoughts were confirmed. You had to move faster to get to shelter, before frostbite set in.

Commander Wolffe wasn’t one to bring to light his physical discomfort – even to you. According to General Plo, the commander listened to you more than any other medic. You figured it was probably because you were a civvie and not one of his brothers.

To your surprise, Wolffe turned back to you and let you catch up with him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken that tone with you,” he said just loud enough to be heard over the wind.

“No apology necessary, Commander. You’re right, we have to keep moving.” You nodded, then gently patted his arm, keeping pace with your previous speed. The cabin started to show not far from you and you both sped up as much as possible through the flakes as they pelted you both.

Inside the small cabin, it was cold and dark, but there was no draft inside which improved things. You flipped on the breaker box, then the water heater, and turned on a lamp beside one of the chairs in the main room. As you went to check how frozen the fireplace flue is, you noticed Wolffe was examining the modestly-furnished place, but shivering a little more than you were.

“Commander.”

“Almost done,” he grumbled, still inspecting the cabin.

“It’s fine. Come here.”

He spun around to you. “Excuse me?”

“I’m a medic, and right now, I have concerns about your health. The general sent me along to ensure your health and safety during this time, and I won’t let you freeze to death, especially on the first night.”

He sighed heavily through his modulator, then pulled off the helmet and scowled.

“Gloves next, please.”

“Why?” he barked, then seemed a bit cowed.

“Gloves, Commander,” you said in a tone with patience that was thinning.

He grumbled again, then started to pull off his damp gloves. It was difficult, so you stepped in to help. The tips of his fingers were starting to turn pink and you pulled off your gloves to touch his hands and examine them.

“Numbness giving way to pins and needles?” you asked quietly.

“Yes,” he said, his tone a bit quieter.

“Toes, too?”

“Just cold.”

“Bear with me here.” You gently took one hand between yours, enveloping his fingers as best you could. They were very cold, even to you. You hissed, then said in a concerned tone, “Wolffe, why didn’t you say h-how bad it is?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well, now I’m extra worried. The water heater will take a while to warm up and I have to prep the cold flue for a fire. There are very few options to fighting back this frostnip of yours right away, and I don’t imagine the rest of the openings of your armor are much better off compared to what happened to your gloves.”

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

You added quietly, “Like hells you will. Go find some blankets and, I say this in the most professional way possible, strip off your damp clothing to wrap yourself in the blankets.”

He looked at you with an eyebrow raised and eyes wider than usual, then turned away just as his cheeks showed a bit more color. Considering his cheeks were probably flushed from some of the chill already, you shut down the idea that coloring could have been a blush.

You dug through supplies in the cabinets, then found a hairdryer amongst other items, and started to try to warm up the flue enough it wouldn’t spit back smoke when you lit the fire. After a few minutes, Wolffe’s scoff sounded behind you, and you turned to him. He was bundled in a couple blankets, carrying a couple more with him.

“A hairdryer?” he asked, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

“Yes, Commander, you ever lit a fire in a fireplace that’s cold?”

He shook his head.

“I’ve seen it. It’s thermodynamics as the cold air sinks -”

He held up his hand and you stopped. “I get it.”

You nodded and turned back to trying to warm the flue. “How are you feeling? Your hands starting to warm up?”

“Not a ton, but things haven’t gotten worse.” He walked over to the water heater and huffed a sigh. He read out the temperature to you, one that was good enough, and you told him to grab a bowl and run the faucet before filling it. The heated water wouldn’t be at optimal temperature, but it would be better.

He turned to you and said as he filled the bowl, “Why couldn’t we use the electric stove to warm the water?”

You paused. “Kriff.”

He chuckled. “Suppose I could’ve thought of that, too. Honestly, the fact you thought about the flue temperature is impressive.”

“As a medic, they teach about survival as well as everything else. Guess something stuck.” You smiled a little, teasing yourself for the most part.

The kitchen faucet stopped, and he fumbled a bit with the bowl in the sink. You set down the hairdryer and came over to help him get it to the table. He grumbled a bit about it, but didn’t say anything definitive.

After, you put on a kettle to boil water for the cocoa you found earlier. You were aware as he watched you… well, like a wolf as you moved about he small cabin, getting hot cocoa set before him and going back to the fireplace.

You started a small fire shortly after, relieved when the smoke starts up the chimney and doesn’t come back down. Putting a couple logs in, you let the fire grow a bit before heading back to the dining table to check him.

“How are the fingers doing?”

“Better,” he said quietly. Something else was bugging him, as the clipped, gruff tone was back.

“So what’s bothering you?”

He grumbled nonsense.

“Commander,” you said sternly.

He huffed. “I should be the one getting the fire going.”

“Why?”

“I’m the commander. I shouldn’t just be sitting and doing nothing.”

“Wrong. You’re under strict orders from the medic to get better. You’re healing. Commander, frostnip isn’t child’s play – it can cause actual damage, if I may remind you.”

“Well, don’t remind me,” he bit out, then looked ashamed.

“I know I’m not one of your brothers, but that doesn’t mean I want to see you suffer.”

He grumbled, “You’re a medic. Course you don’t want to see suffering.”

“It’s not just that, Commander. The 104th matters to me almost like family, okay?”

He looked up at you, a bit surprised.

“I know, I get it, I’m civvie-born. Or, what was it Comet called it…?”

“Nat-born,” Wolffe said quietly.

“Right, that. Not fond of that term because of how it reflects on you boys.” You grumble a bit, causing him to smile. “Anyway, I’m not like you boys, but I still care.”

Wolffe’s mouth dropped open, cheeks flushing a bit again.

“You okay, Commander?”

“Y-yeah.”

You look at him with concern.

“I’m fine,” he growled, then stood up from the table, leaving the bowl behind, then sitting on the couch.

You walked over to him and sat beside him. “Commander, if something is wrong, I need to know.”

“Alright, alright….” He sighed. “But don’t laugh at me.”

You nod and wait.

“I think… I think I love you,” he said softly.

Your mouth dropped open. “Y-you do?”

He nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Look, I know I’m your commander technically, but I couldn’t help it. You’re so kriffing persistent, in my brain all the time. Thinking about your smile, your laugh, how it would feel to kiss you in the snow….”

You smiled softly. “Commander….”

He looked at you, the pleading in his eyes catching you off-guard, as did the slight wince as he prepared for the worst.

You whispered, “Wolffe….”

The worry in his eyes vanished, replaced with hope.

“I… I have feelings for you, too.”

He sat up, then gently took your cheek in his hand. “Mesh’la… I want to kiss you.”

You nodded, then leaned forward and your lips brushed his. He cupped the back of your head in his free hand and he pulled you into the kiss. You both got lost in the kiss, letting the time you’ve gone apart melt away as you make up for it all. All the pain and longing disappear, leaving warmth and love behind in their wake. Eventually, you both pulled apart to breathe. He welcomed you into the blanket cocoon he had, holding you against his half-naked body. You blushed, but wrapped your arms around him anyway as you shared the blankets.

Wolffe softly said, “I know it’s a little early, but I think I got what I wanted for Life Day.”

“Oh, did you?” you laughed softly.

He nodded, a smile on his face. “I get to be with you. I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about the possibility of us for a while, now.”

You smiled shyly. “Yeah? You wanted me for Life Day?”

He smiled softly. “In a way. It’s not a holiday song type of wish since you’re a person and not an object….”

You laughed. “That’s okay. I want to be yours, anyway.”

“You’re sure?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded.

“I want to kiss you again.”

“Yes, please,” you whispered.

His lips were warm compared to what you were expecting and you responded almost immediately. His hands rested on your waist and you moved closer to him.

He pulled back a little, then grinned. “I can think of a way that we can warm up more.”

“Why, Commander, what are you proposing?” you asked teasingly, then your breath hitched as his hand moved to the middle of your hip.

“Would it be too fast, or have we been pining long enough?” he asked in a dizzyingly gruff tone. This time, it was mixed with a bit of lust.

You grinned. “Pining long enough.”

He leaned in again, smiling, then kissed you, this time more passionately. The two of you leaned back on the couch, with you looking up at him, and he gripped your hip a bit tighter. His other hand, still a tad chilly, started to slide under your shirt, causing you to gasp softly into his mouth. He took the opportunity to kiss you open-mouthed, then move his hand higher.

“This okay?” he whispered into the kiss.

“Yes,” you whispered back. His lips were so intoxicating and you arched your back as his fingers traced closer to your breast. They finally landed over your bra and he started to caress the first curve. The touch was muted by the fabric still between you and you pulled back from the kiss to slip off your shirt and your bra. His eyes widened as he looked down at you, fingers gently touching the swell of your breast again.

“Wow,” he said appreciatively. “All for me?”

“Always has been,” you said softly back, causing a guttural groan from him, one that made your thighs clench. “Are we really doing this, Wolffe? Are you sure I’m the one you want?”

He nodded. “Yes. And something tells me General Plo planned on this happening, otherwise he wouldn’t have sent us alone.”

“Remind me to get him a gift basket when we’re back at the Venator,” you chuckled.

“Will do. Now, I want to show you how much I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You grinned, then pulled him back down into a kiss, ready for a long night of love and passion in front of the warm fire.

Bonus!:

The next morning, the blizzard finally calmed down, making it safe to step outside into the light flurries. You grinned at Wolffe and pulled him outside, both of you fully dressed in the clothes that dried by the fire. It was still chilly and the flakes immediately stuck to his hair, but you didn’t care. You pulled him to your lips and kissed him, surprising him. It wasn’t a big gift, but it was a start.

Pulling back after the long kiss, he grinned. “What is this all about?”

“You’d said you wanted to kiss me in the snow, so I thought I might make that a reality.” You smiled back.

The chuckle that escaped him was just as warm as the love you made last night. “Oh, mesh’la. That’s not what I quite meant. I meant playing in the snow and kissing you.”

“Why not both?” You bent down and scooped up some snow, throwing it at his chestplate. His eyes widened in mischief.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked slyly.

“Will it get me kissed?” you tease.

He growled playfully and you knew you were in for it.

“Happy Life Day, Wolffe.” You grinned.

“Mm, happy Life Day, cyar’ika.” He grinned back before he got you back for the snowball.

[rain-lavender-rain]

"Please Turn Those Headlights Around"

Bucky x Reader One Shot

Summary: They're both scared of love, but can they find their way back to each other?

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: None, a few cuss words. Angsty with some fluff. Mentions of sex, but very brief and not explicit.

Bucky felt the slight chill in the air against his skin. It was the first sign of waking up. The second sign was the birds already singing their song, even before the sun had hit the horizon. The third? Cold.

Bucky cracked his eyes open, all the memories of the night before flooding back. The sounds of a symphony falling from your lips with his melody filling the open spaces of the tune brought a warmth that couldn't be reproduced without something specific. That specific thing was you.

His eyes opened fully, blinking away the sleep, but you weren't next to him. That's why he was cold. The chill was brought from the loss of you. He knew you were an early riser, but usually not this early. Using heightened senses, there was no sign of you. Quickly sitting up in bed, he glanced at the bedside table, and his fingers brushed across the cursive handwriting on the note that was left.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Was it something he did? Was it something he said? Bucky was at a loss.

His mind focused in on what was going on in the tower. Footsteps. Listening closer, he realized it wasn't yours. They had to be Steve's. Louder, but gentle, and more pronounced. So, quicky putting on some clothes, he got up to see his friend in the kitchen.

"Hey Buck... you okay?" Steve asked, turning around from making his coffee.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Bucky asked frantically.

"Uh, no?" Steve replied, his brow furrowing in concern. "You okay?"

Bucky sighed in response.

"I think I messed up Steve."

The blonde was still a bit confused, but a few pieces were starting to come together. He spotted the small bruise on the brunettes neck, the messy hair, the wild and dejected look in Bucky's eye and question about where y/n was all gave him a few clues.

"You're going to have to give me more than that. What do you think you messed up?" The blonde continued, grabbing his brewed coffee.

Bucky wasn't even sure how to start and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N, we- well, we slept together." he muttered.

Steve tried not to choke on his drink. His suspicions were confirmed. It's not that he was surprised per-say, in fact he saw all the unspoken strokes of flaming gentleness and love between the two of you. But, still he never thought you two would admit it to each other, or go further than the quiet touches, the glances, and unspoken romantic tension. Sam was always the one trying to push Bucky and Y/N together, whereas Steve sort of just silently supported it without being pushy.

Instead of making Bucky annoyed, he raised an eyebrow letting him know to continue.

"I think I messed up. She wasn't there when I woke up, and all she left was a note that said "I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Steve was about to respond when Sam walked in from his morning run, hearing part of the conversation on the way to grab himself a cup of coffee.

"Lemme guess. Y'all had a moment or something and now she's gone?" Sam asked, seeming quite unbothered.

Both Steve and Bucky turned their heads to stare at the other man with confusion and surprise written upon their faces.

Sam sighed when no one answered the question.

"Oh come on. First off, I know how she ticks. We've been friends for a while. Second, I know her tendencies."

Steve's phone rang and he gave Bucky a look with a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Buck. Call if you need anything." He said before leaving the room.

Bucky stayed silent once again, looking to Sam to say something helpful. All that Sam did was shake his head, taking a sip of coffee before speaking up again.

"I've been around long enough to know both of you are runners."

"Runners?"

"Yes. How do I put this nicely? You two are impossible by the way. You both like to run away when feelings really start to be stirred. You avoid it at all costs because you're trying to not only protect yourself, but the other person. You're scared of intimacy, of vulnerability. So, at the first sign of it, you run. I mean you two have never addressed whatever there is between you, but the whole "thing" from last night? That was probably her moment of realization that her feelings were deeper than that of a friendship, Bucky."

Bucky just stared in complete and utter disbelief with eyebrows furrowed. Sam was right, but that didn't mean Bucky liked it.

"I'm actually surprised that she was the one who ran first." He murmured.

Bucky rolled his eyes, annoyed with Sam already.

"So, where is she?"

Sam shook his head again.

"Where does she normally go when she wants to hide from the world?" Sam answered, walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait- Sam!"

"You know where Y/N goes. But one piece of advice, don't fuck it up Barnes." He said.

A lightbulb went off in Bucky's head.

"The cabin." He whispered under his breath, before breaking out into a full on sprint to get his motorcycle. The ride that should have taken 45 minutes, took closer to 30 as he sped recklessly to where he knew Y/N would be.

As soon as turned off the bike, his feet carried him quickly towards the door, which suddenly opened.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry."

The man stopped in front of Y/N, his heart wanting to flood her with his love. The gates were shut for the moment, trying to redirect the bursting love away from the city, but soon enough, the flood doors would either open, or the water would seep over the top of the wall.

"Doll, stop apologizing. It's okay." His hands wanted to reach out to cradle your face, but Bucky had to stop himself for the moment.

"No, it's not. It's not okay because- because I can't tell you how I feel. I can't say those words out loud." Your voice was cracking, the dam starting to be weakened by the flood of love in just his eyes alone.

"Y/N, it's okay. I understand." Bucky replied, trying his best to calm you.

Your voice raised with emotion. "But it's not okay, Bucky! It's not okay because I didn't see it- I didn't realize it until it was too late. And now you're going to be hurt because of me, and that's exactly what I never wanted to happen... and I can't tell you because then it makes it real and that's..." the tone of your voice lowered with sorrow and pain before you finished your sentence.

"It's terrifying."

Your eyes turned down towards the weathered wooden panels of the porch.

He gently grabbed your hands, allowing you to pull away if you wanted. Bucky was relieved you didn't.

"If there's one thing you taught me, Y/N, its that I deserve to be loved. But, so do you. And how lucky am I? How lucky am I that I get to be loved by you in any form?"

Your eyes met his in a soft allowance of vulnerability. You were met with nothing but love and understanding. It was starting to seep through the cracks in the gates of the flood wall.

"Sam, as much as he's a pain in my ass, is perceptive and he told me some things that made me think. We're the same Y/N. We run at the first sign of love because we believe its dangerous. As soon as we love in that way, we believe we will end up getting hurt, and so will the other person that we're in love with. Our views and perceptions of love aren't the same, but similar. I know it will take us both some time, and you don't have to feel the exact same way right now, but I need you to know something Y/N."

He tipped your chin to meet his eyes again and gently ran his thumb over your fingers as he held your hands.

"It terrifies me, too. But there is no one I would trust more than you with my heart. Y/N, doll. I am willing to work with you, to always be patient, to never push you, to listen, to meet you halfway, because even if I run, I know I'll run back to you."

You were silent for a moment before his name tumbled from your lips in a whisper.

The flood gates began to open on their own accord as love rushed in. Fate sealed the lovers together in a chorus filled with gentle passion. Fate knew they would fight to return to the holder of each others heart.

Y/N's hands left the soldiers and travelled towards his face in a delicate caress. Their lips met and tears traveled down the slopes of their cheeks. It was the final stamp in a promise to meet each other half way, as love rushed in to both of their hearts in a tender embrace.

[willalove75]

Rebecca and the reader hate each other, but give into their attraction while trapped in an elevator or closet.

Love this!! Thanks so much for the request!! 💕

Work has been anything but easy lately, Rupert, your old boss, just lost the club to his bitch of an ex-wife, Rebecca, and things have been tense. For whatever reason, she seems to absolutely hate you, and you have no idea why. Every time you spoke to her when she would stop by to see Rupert when he was in charge she always seemed so nice to you, and you were always friendly towards her. So when she became your boss and she was suddenly cold, it threw you off. Within a few weeks your workload doubled, Rebecca dumping more and more work onto you and you feel like you're never able to keep up.

You zone out while you're sitting in the lunch room, between working being horrible and having your heart recently broken, the last few weeks have been magnificently shitty. You twirl your fork between your fingers, barely having touched your lunch, staring into space. You look at the time and realize that your meeting is about to start. You jump up, throw everything into your lunch box and run to your office.

You get back to your office and grab your notebook and run towards the elevators, hoping you're not noticeably late to your weekly meeting. You press the button to call the elevator and after a minute, it arrives. You get in and select the floor your meeting is on and stand against the wall while the doors begin to close. As the doors close, a hand reaches between them and they open back up, you look up and see Rebecca walk onto the elevator.

"Oh great." You think to yourself.

You smile at her, trying to play nice.

"Ms. Welton." You say.

Rebecca looks over at you and it's like she looks straight through you, like you didn't even exist. She selects her floor and the doors close again.

You're not on the elevator with her long, but it's painfully uncomfortable. All you can think of is getting out as soon as possible.

Right as the elevator is about to reach your floor you take a step towards the door. As you step away from the wall the elevator jolts, knocking both you and Rebecca off balance.

You're able to catch yourself on the wall before you fall over, you're grateful for small favors from the universe, the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of your new boss, who just happens to have it out for you.

You step towards the doors again and the elevator doesn't move. You hit the "door open" and "door close" buttons but nothing works.

"Oh shit, what the fuck." You say to yourself, pressing the buttons, praying that the doors will open.

After a few seconds you take a step back, realizing that the elevator is stuck.

"Oh fuck." You say.

You look over at Rebecca, who definitely looks concerned, but also very pissed. She says nothing as you look at her.

You hit the call button and alarm button on the elevator a few times, hoping someone hears them and comes to fix it. You pull out your phone to call for help and you realize you don't have service in the elevator.

"Of course." You say as you throw your head back in defeat.

You look back over at Rebecca.

"Well, looks like we'll be here for a while." You say as you lean back against the elevator wall.

Her anger turns into slight panic as she pushes the "door open" "door close" buttons and hits the alarm and call buttons.

"Shit." She says.

She bangs on the elevator doors.

"HELLO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? THE ELEVATOR IS STUCK! HELLO?"

She bangs the side of her fist against the doors in frustration. She checks her phone and sees that she also doesn't have signal.

"FUCK."

You watch her as she turns back and stomps back to her place against the wall.

"You're not claustrophobic are you?" You ask, mildly concerned.

"No, I'm not fucking claustrophobic, I'm pissed. This damned thing is stuck, I'm going to be late for my meeting and the cherry on top of it all, I'm stuck here with you." Her voice is cold and angry when she speaks.

You nod your head.

"Yeah, this isn't exactly how I pictured my day to go either." You say as you look at the doors, hoping by some miracle they'll open.

You take a deep breath and sit on the floor against the wall and open your notebook.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hisses at you.

You look up at her, she towers over you normally when you're standing next to her, but as you look up at her while you're sitting on the ground, she looks like a giant staring down at you.

"I have a feeling we're gonna be here for a while." You say, turning your attention back to your notebook.

"Oh like hell I'm gonna stay here with you." She hits the call and alarm buttons again and bangs on the elevator door a few more times.

"Like that's gonna work." You say under your breath.

You see her turn towards you out of the corner of your eye and you can feel her staring at you. You ignore her and keep drawing in your notebook.

She angerly huffs and reclaims her spot against the wall opposite of you and leans against it. You quickly glance up and see her on her phone, frustrated. You look back down and she huffs again and throws her phone into her bag.

"Useless." She says under her breath.

"Me or the phone?" The words come out of your mouth before your brain is able to register what you're saying. "Oh shit." You think to yourself.

"Both."

You look up at her as she glares at you, her arms crossed across her chest, you roll your eyes and look back down and keep drawing.

"I literally don't even know why you hate me so much." You say, tired of all of the shit she's been putting you through.

You feel her stare burning into you. In your experience, when someone is angry, they make themselves smaller. Rebecca is the complete opposite, the angrier she gets, the bigger she seems to make herself.

You finally look up at her.

"What?" You ask.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor right now.

"You know why." She hisses.

"I really don't."

She scoffs and looks away, you swear you see her eyes gloss over as she looks at the doors.

"I can't believe you're still protecting him." She says quietly.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, there's a frustration in your voice neither of you were expecting.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She yells.

"Well then fucking enlighten me because I really don't!" You yell back as you stand back up.

"You were sleeping with him. And I always thought you were nice, and then I come to find out it was only because you didn't want me to know your little slutty secret!"

"WHAT?" You yell. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"HOW COULD YOU FUCK HIM WHEN YOU KNEW HE WAS MARRIED?" Her voice cracks a little as she screams.

"I DIDN'T FUCK HIM WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?"

"Don't fucking lie to me. He told me what went on between the two of you."

"HE DID WHAT?" Your jaw just about hits the floor, you cannot believe what you just heard.

"He told me. Everything. Every time you left his office when I was coming in he had you bent over his desk not five minutes before. And you were so nice to me, and I was an idiot for thinking that you were just a nice person, not just covering for the fact that you just fucked my husband."

The room feels like it's spinning, you feel like you're trapped in a nightmare you can't wake up from. Rupert told her WHAT? You're completely lost for words. You can feel the rage radiating off of her, you see angry tears forming on her waterlines and you almost feel bad for her.

"So stop playing dumb with me. I caught you two in your office, I saw his hand on your thigh, up your skirt, I saw the way he looked at you, it fucking broke my heart. When I confronted him he told me everything so just admit it already."

You're immediately transported back to that exact moment.

Rupert had walked into your office and pulled a chair up next to you.

"What are we working on today?" He asks with a charming smile.

"Oh just finishing up the pre-game analysis for tonight's match." You say, trying not to look at him.

At first you thought Rupert was an amazing, kind, caring boss. You quickly found out he was an absolute pig and a total narcissist. It was common for him to make sexist comments to the female staff and objectify them in the same breath. You met his wife a few times and while she didn't seem overtly friendly, you thought she was nice enough so you tried to be extra nice to her. You couldn't imagine what it was like being married to him, you really wanted to know what she saw in him. She looked at him like he was a God, every time he would put her down in front of you, you were wildly uncomfortable and you wanted to kick him in the nuts for her. But she always seemed to try and be better for him, you felt a little sad for her, she was crazy beautiful but seemed so insecure.

"How are we lookin'?" He asks, moving closer to you.

"Not terrible, but not great." You say, your eyes glued to your monitor.

He spins your chair to face him and you're a little flustered, you look around your office and realize no one else is there. He leans in closer and whispers into your ear.

"You know, I would love to discuss your findings later, in private." His voice was like silk, you'd be incredibly flattered if 1. you didn't know that he was scum and 2. you weren't a raging lesbian.

You feel his hand slide up your thigh, his fingertips creeping under your skirt. Your heart begins to race and you freeze, you don't know whether or not you want to cry or smack him or both.

He slides his hand up further and you grab his wrist and stop him. Your eyes meet his and you notice they're dark with lust, he must have noticed the terror in your eyes, he leans in and whispers into your ear again.

"Don't be afraid, you and I both know how badly you've been wanting this."

You feel him go to lean into your neck and you push him off and stand up.

"I-I have to go." You say as your voice shakes.

You run out of your office, trying to keep it together until you can get into the bathroom. You see Rebecca turn the corner as you leave your office and pass her.

"Hi Mrs. Mannion." You say trying to keep your voice from cracking. You avoid all eye contact with her and rush into the bathroom.

You remember running into the bathroom and hyperventilating as you grip the countertop so tightly your knuckles turn white.

You're brought back to the elevator with the realization of what he did. He used you, as his scapegoat. You turned him down so he made you out to be the bad guy to distract his wife so he could keep fucking his mistresses every time she turned her back.

"Oh my god." You say, you look up at Rebecca, anger and heartbreak in her eyes. "Rebecca," You take a step forward.

"Don't." She says with daggers in her eyes and puts a hand out to stop you.

"That fucking piece of shit." You look away when you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You look back at her. "Rebecca, I'm gay. Like very, very gay. I never slept with Rupert and even if I wasn't a lesbian I would never sleep with a married man, ever."

Her eyes widen as she looks at you.

"That day, when he said all of that shit? He hit on me, and when I ran past you, I had just pushed him off of me and ran into the bathroom and had a fucking panic attack because my boss, your sleezy husband, just put his fucking hand up my skirt. I haven't been able to wear dresses or skirts to the office since." You gesture down to your dress pants. "Which is a goddamn shame because I have great legs. I am so sorry that he said that, that he treated you like shit, that he lied to you and made you think I was sleeping with him, because no one deserves that, but I never touched him, nor did I want to."

She looks a little horrified, but mostly like you just pulled the rug out from under her. Everything he told her was a lie and she looks like she just came to that realization.

"You're gay?" She says quietly.

"Yes, and I have been, for a long time. I even have-" you stop yourself and take a sharp inhale. "Had a girlfriend. I had a girlfriend."

"So you never," She says.

"No, never."

The elevator goes silent, Rebecca turns away from you, wrestling with her thoughts. You try to give her as much privacy as possible and sit back down. You open your notebook and start drawing again.

After a few minutes she turns back and looks at you.

"What are you drawing?" She says softly, trying to make an effort to be a little nicer.

"Oh nothing, just doodling." You say.

"Can I see it?" She asks.

You look up and her and back down at the page. You take a deep breath in and rip it out, she takes a step forward and takes it from your hand. She looks at the drawing and you see her face drop.

You've drawn a portrait of Rebecca with devil horns.

She sighs and hands it back to you.

"I guess I deserve that." She says.

"Why didn't you just fire me?" You ask.

She doesn't respond right away, she purses her lips, closes her eyes and takes a breath.

"Because I wanted to destroy everything he cared about, and I thought he cared about you."

You slowly nod your head.

"That's pretty fucked up."

She looks away, a little ashamed.

There's another minute of silence before Rebecca breaks it.

"I didn't know you were so talented." She says, nodding her head towards your notebook.

"Oh, thanks. I'm really not that good, it's just a hobby of mine." You say, a little embarrassed. You don't really like talking about your drawings, or showing people them for that matter. It seems too vulnerable.

"You are very talented." She says and looks back at the doors.

You crumple the portrait of devil Rebecca and start drawing something else.

You hear Rebecca sigh and you look up, she puts her bag on the ground and slides to the floor.

"I guess we will be here for a while." She says, looking at the doors, hoping they'll magically open.

You look at her long legs stretched out in front of her, one ankle crossed over the other. It was no secret that she was beautiful, you always checked her out a little every time you saw her, even when she was a bitch to you. You've definitely undressed her with your eyes on more than one occasion.

You look up and she catches you looking at her, your cheeks turn a light pink and you look back down at your notebook, you notice her gently smile and look away.

"So," she says. "You said you have a girlfriend?"

"I did, but we broke up a few weeks ago." You say, you sound more sad about it than you had hoped.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"It's okay, I mean it's not, but, thank you."

Your eyes meet hers and she looks curious. You look back down at your notebook.

"We were together for three years, a few weeks ago she tells me she met someone else, a man, and that she was deeply in love with him, he was her soulmate, and that she was leaving me. A week later she ran off and married him. She didn't know this, but I was actually saving up for an engagement ring to give to her."

"Fuck." Rebecca says.

"Yup, it was brutal." You look up at her. "To make matters worse, I found out yesterday that she had been sleeping with him for almost six months, and that she's pregnant."

"Jesus Christ."

You're surprised that she's empathizing with you, but you're more surprised at how easy it was to open up to her. You haven't been able to open up to almost anyone about any of this.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Thanks,"

"I'm sorry for being so horrible to you. I just thought-" She looks away with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, I get it. If I was the boss of the twat my girlfriend cheated on me with I'd want to make his life a living hell too."

"But you didn't do anything wrong. You really were just being nice, and I was a total fucking bitch to you. You didn't deserve any of it." She wipes a few tears from her eyes.

"Hey," you nudge her leg with yours and she looks back at you. You look into her eyes. "It's okay, you didn't know. How could you have?"

"As soon as I was able to put a face to one of the girls he cheated on me with, all I saw was red. I was even planning on crashing your meeting right before it ended today and giving you an entirely new set of numbers to base the analysis off of." She says wiping more tears away.

"Well fuck." You say with a little chuckle. "That would have sucked."

She laughs a little and you see her look you up and down. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles at you. Her eyes get watery again and she looks away.

"I loved him so much, I still love him." She says quietly.

"I think a part of you always will." You say. She looks over at you. "I mean, you can definitely hate him, there's a part of me that definitely hates my ex; but then I think of all of the moments when I looked into her eyes and felt at home. Waking up next to her, her laugh, the way she would roll her eyes at me when I was being a little shit, the way she kissed me, how safe I felt in her arms. There are parts of her I will always love. And I think that's okay."

You can see in her eyes she's really thinking about what you just said. You see memories flash across her eyes, memories you know nothing about, memories that will probably be sacred to her forever, just like yours. You turn your attention back to your drawing.

You hear her sigh and sniffle a little.

"I know it probably sucks, a lot, but he never deserved you. You're so much better off without that twat in your life." You say, your eyes still focused on your drawing.

She looks up at you with a smile. You look up at her and return the gesture.

"So what are you drawing now? Me burning at the stake?" She says with a laugh.

You let out a louder laugh than you were expecting, that really got you.

"No, I promise."

"Can I see it?"

"It's not finished yet." You say shyly.

She looks a little disappointed and you sigh.

"Alright." You gesture for her to come next to you.

She curls her legs under her, you can tell she's debating on standing back up, but she rolls her eyes and crawls over to you.

"I can't believe I'm crawling across a fucking elevator floor." She says to herself, only half joking.

You look up at her and your eyes are immediately drawn to her chest, you can see almost straight down her v neck dress. "Fuck her tits are amazing." You think to yourself as they bounce while she crawls up to you.

She adjusts herself on the floor and looks over at you, you never noticed how green her eyes were before, they're beautiful. You've never actually been this close to her before and you're a little intimidated. Her stare, even when she isn't angry, makes you want to shy away. You hand her the notebook and show her the drawing. A portrait of her, looking away towards the elevator doors.

"Wow." She says, studying the drawing.

"It's fine," You say.

She looks at you and stares into your eyes.

"Y/n, this is amazing."

"I guess. I mean it's would be better if I had something better than this cheap pen." You say with a shrug.

"Can I keep it?" She asks.

You're a little surprised, there was a part of you that thought she was just saying it was good because she felt bad for being terrible to you.

"Not until it's finished." You say with a smile.

"Okay, fine." She says, returning the smile.

Your eyes meet hers once again, her emerald eyes sparkling as they look into yours. You feel a flutter in your chest and you look away, chalking the feeling up to the fact that you've been incredibly lonely lately.

She hands you back your notebook and you go on with the drawing, adding in shading, small details and just refining the picture in general. Rebecca watches you draw in awe, fascinated at how every detail you add enhances it.

"Okay," you say after a few quiet minutes. "I think it's done."

You look over at her and she smiles at you. You go to hand her the picture but quickly pull it away again.

"Oh wait." You add the date and initial it in the corner and hand it to her. "There you go, now it's done."

You watch as Rebecca looks the drawing over, studying every detail you added.

"Wow." She says as she looks at it. "This is beautiful."

"Well, it's easy when the person I'm drawing is beautiful."

The words leave your mouth once more without your brain being able to realize what it was saying.

She looks up at you and you feel your face get hot. You quickly look away and she gently nudges you with a smile.

She lets out a small laugh and you look over at her.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing," she looks back at you. "You're just really sweet. I feel like we would've been friends in another life, in a life where I wasn't so horrible to you."

You see guilt in her eyes, you can tell she genuinely feels bad for how she's been treating you for the last couple of months.

"It doesn't have to be a different life you know."

She looks a little surprised, but also touched.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, you're gonna have to buy me a ton of really cool shit to make up for the last few months of hell." You say with a laugh.

She lets out a laugh, you're pretty sure it's the first time you've heard her genuinely laugh.

"But, I think we could be friends." You lean into her a little and she leans back.

"If we make it out of here alive that is." You add with a smile.

"Oh god" She says and laughs again.

She has an infectious laugh, one that brings a smile to your face every time you hear it. It's the kind of laugh you'll do almost anything to hear again.

You both fall silent again for a minute, Rebecca looks over at you.

"I'm sorry he did that to you." She says.

"It's not your fault." You say.

"I know, but, he was my husband-"

"His shitty personality traits aren't your responsibility, even if you were his wife."

"Well I hope that you'll be comfortable enough to wear dresses and skirts again at least now that he's gone." She looks down to your legs and back up. "Because you do have great legs."

She smiles and looks back forward, resting her head against the wall. The flutter in your chest returns and you find it hard to breathe for a second.

"That's a very high compliment coming from someone with arguably the best legs I've ever seen." You say with a giggle, looking over at her.

She looks back over at you and giggles. You get lost in her eyes for a moment, for the first time in what may be in a very long time, Rebecca seems completely relaxed. She looks back into your eyes studying them, her lips curl into a small smile. The fluttering in your chest gets stronger, you want to believe that she feels the same way but you're worried that you're just making this into something it's not.

She breaks eye contact and looks down at your lips and then back to your eyes. You start building up the courage to move in and kiss her.

Just before you go to make a move the elevator drops a little and you both scream and grab onto each other.

"Oh my god." She says, her hands gripping tightly around your arm.

"Holy shit." You pant, you look down and realize your hand on her thigh.

You look up to her and she looks down and sees your hand on her leg. She looks back up into your eyes, before you can move your hand away she brings her hand to your face and pulls you into her.

You feel magic when her lips meet yours, an electric shock runs through your body, you turn towards her and move your hand to her waist. She loosens her grip on your arm and brings her other hand to the back of your head, she gently runs her fingers through your hair.

You smell her perfume, an elegant and fragrant scent, it's intoxicating. You hold onto the fabric of her dress a little tighter as she pulls you close.

Your bottom lip slips between hers and she gently sucks on it. A small moan escapes from your mouth, you feel her lips curl into a smile and her tongue slides into your mouth. You feel little sparks as your tongues meet, your heart begins to beat faster as she pulls you closer. You kiss her harder, tightening your grip on her waist, the both of you gasping for air between kisses.

You break off from her lips and kiss down her jaw and down her neck. You hear her pant as you suck and kiss on her neck, releasing small moans whenever you nip at her skin. Her hand still on the back of your head, cradling you as you cover every inch of her skin with kisses and nibbles.

You nip at her skin once more and she lets out a moan, you bring your hand up to the back of her neck and pull her in for another kiss. You take her bottom lip between yours and suck on it, she lets out another small moan into your mouth. You slide your tongue between her lips and are greeted eagerly by hers.

You both hold each other close as you kiss, sparks igniting everywhere. You feel a fire in your belly you've never felt before. You're not sure if it's from the passion of the kiss, because you two despised each other less than an hour ago, or because she's your boss, but it's exhilarating. You've never kissed anyone, or have been kissed like this by anyone, in your life and you wonder if this is how it's supposed to feel.

The kiss slows and ends with you resting your forehead against hers, your lips gently brushing together. She gives your lips a quick, gentle lick and you both smile, trying to catch your breath.

You pull away and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her long fingers still tangled in your hair at the back of your head. You look into her eyes and she looks into yours, you can look into her beautiful emerald eyes forever.

You're both distracted when you feel the elevator ascend. The elevator stops and you hear someone on the other side. You look back at each other, still wrapped in one another's arms. You hear a knock on the other side of the elevator door.

"You two alright in there?" A voice says.

"Yes, we're okay." Rebecca responds.

She turns back towards you.

"We're more than okay." She says quietly.

"Alright, well we're gonna get you out of here in just a couple of minutes, hang tight." The voice says.

"Twenty minutes ago I couldn't wait to get the hell out of here." You say to her. "But now, I could stay here all day."

She pulls you in for another kiss, you feel her gently suck on your bottom lip and part them. Her tongue flicks across yours, you feel her tighten her grip on the back of your head. She sighs into you as she kisses you, her body relaxing into yours.

She pulls away with a smile on her face.

"I just needed one more." She says.

"It doesn't have to be the last one." You say, looking into her eyes.

She looks surprised, but also a little afraid, the last time she gave her heart to someone they shattered it. You kiss her again.

"Plus," you say between kisses. "What's better revenge then getting with the one who rejected him."

She laughs and you part once more, her eyes more relaxed.

"Let's just have fun, see where this goes. And if it goes no where, it goes no where. But I'd hate to walk out of here like this never happened."

"Okay." She says with a smile.

The hand on the back of your head drops around your shoulders and she pulls you into her, you resting your head on her shoulder. You hear the workers trying to pry the door open and the both of you try and savor the last moments you have here together.

The doors finally open, you lift your head off of her shoulder and look over to the door. A fireman steps through the threshold and looks at you two.

"You guys okay? Anyone injured?" He asks.

"Nope."

"No."

You both say.

"Alright, how about we get you two out of here then, huh?"

You look at each other and you nod your head. You stand up, brush yourself up and reach out your hand to help Rebecca up. She dusts herself off and you hand her her purse. Her fingers gently caress yours as you hand it off to her and you both smile.

You gesture for her to walk out first and you follow behind her. In the office you see a bunch of firemen standing around and co workers hovering, trying to see who was stuck. You see shocked faces when they realize that the two people who probably hated each other the most in the office were stuck in there together, and they both made it out alive without killing each other. They all seem confused when they notice the smile on both of your faces.

Rebecca turns to you before you go your separate ways.

"Thank you." She says gently.

"Anytime."

You look into her eyes and smile.

"Oh wait, let me give you this note for the meeting." You say quickly.

She looks confused but says nothing.

You scribble down something quick in your notebook and pull the page out and give it to her.

"Some stats for the game this week." You say.

"Thank you." She says with a smile.

You both part ways, you go to find out what you missed during your meeting and Rebecca heads to her office.

Once she gets away from the crowd, Rebecca looks at the scrap of paper you gave her. A smile crosses her face when she realizes you had given her a note saying:

"To the prettiest girl I've ever drawn, dinner Saturday?"

With your phone number written at the bottom. Rebecca smiles wide at the note, her eyes sparkling as she looks at it.

"Ms. Welton!" She hears Higgins call from down the hallway.

Rebecca's smile quickly turns into a scowl as she looks at him.

"I was wondering if you needed-"

"No." She says coldly walking past him.

"Oh okay," he goes to follow her as his office is down the hall.

"No." She says to him.

He quickly turns around and walks the other direction.

She looks back down at the note and smiles as she holds it close to her chest, for the first time in a long time, she has butterflies in her belly. She hopes that she can put Rupert behind her once and for all.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

My Beloved - Galileo Galilei

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, ageless, and suspicious blogs will be blocked.

Just like how people were drawn to unknown stars, my racing thoughts were connected to that person.

Mitsuki: "The moon is already out."

One afternoon, when I came to town to do some shopping, I looked up at the crescent moon floating through the blue sky.

(So pretty. It's sunny today, so the stars will look nice tonight.)

As I pondered this, a sudden memory flashed through my mind.

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "Beautiful. Even in this era, I still find myself looking up at the stars."

Mitsuki: "Um, were you waiting for a shooting star by any chance?"

Galileo: "Yes."

Galileo: "According to my observations, I can see it at this time of the year."

Galileo: "I was going to wait while watching the moon, but I'm lucky to see it at dusk."

---------Flashback Ends---------

When we first met, his eyes, like amethysts, were earnestly gazing at the stars.

(We've had a few chances to meet since then, but I can feel there's still some distance between us.)

There was a certain coldness in his words and actions that pushed people away.

(Even so...)

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "Don't thank me. Just put it on the wound."

Galileo: "I feel uneasy with you smelling like blood."

On that Valentine's Day, when I'd injured my finger, he gave me a band-aid and showed concern.

Galileo: "You gave me chocolates last February. I was just returning the favor."

---------Flashback Ends---------

A month later, he also gave me beautiful flowers, saying it was a return gift for the chocolates.

(Maybe he's not really a cold person after all.)

(Maybe that's why I want to know more about him.)

As I was thinking about these things, I passed by a bookstore.

(He's an astronomer, so he must know a lot about stars.)

I casually entered the store and reached out for a book on astronomy on the shelf. At that moment, my hand brushed against another hand, reaching for it from the side.

Mitsuki: "S-Sorry一Galileo!?"

Galileo: "Mitsuki?"

Standing next to me was the very person I'd been thinking about, and I hastily pulled back my hand.

Galileo: "Do you also need this book?"

Mitsuki: "Um, well, not exactly..."

(I can't possibly tell him I reached for it because I was thinking about him.)

As I hesitated to answer under his puzzled gaze, he took the book off the shelf and handed it to me.

Galileo: "If you don't want to say, that's fine. Take it with you."

Mitsuki: "No, that's not it. Don't you also need this book?"

Galileo: "Not right now. There are other books that pique my interest as well."

Mitsuki: "Well then, thank you."

I received the book, and he turned around and started to leave in silence.

(Oh, he's leaving.)

Mitsuki: "Galileo!"

Galileo: "----?"

I couldn't help but call out and stop him.

Galileo: "What?"

Mitsuki: "Um, there's a nice cafe nearby."

Mitsuki: "If you have some time, how about letting me treat you to some coffee as thanks for the book?"

Galileo: "No need. Besides, I told you not to concern yourself with me."

Mitsuki: "I know. But since there's only one copy of this book, I feel uneasy not doing anything."

Mitsuki: "Also, I..."

(I want to talk to you a little more.)

I choked back on my words, not knowing whether that emotion was curiosity or something else.

(The invite came out of the blue, so it makes sense if he turns it down.)

Mitsuki: "If you don't mind, that is."

Galileo: ".........."

I watched him ponder for a moment and sighed.

Galileo: "You're really an honest girl."

Galileo: "Just one cup."

Mitsuki: "Okay!"

I naturally smiled and hugged the book in my arms.

After buying the book he gave me, I guided him to a nearby cafe.

Even though the coffee we ordered was brought to us, he didn't immediately touch it and just sat with his legs crossed.

Mitsuki: "Um, do you often visit cafés like this?"

Galileo: "Not really. I don't prefer noisy places."

Mitsuki: "Well, this shop has a relatively calm atmosphere. It's perfect for taking a break or reading."

Galileo: "You don't seem calm right now."

Mitsuki: "I-I guess you're right."

The conversation quickly fell silent, and the only thing lingering in the air was the aroma of coffee.

(What should I do? I invited him, but what should I talk about?)

(Asking about things he likes besides stars or hobbies might be too forward.)

There were many things I wanted to ask, but now that we're face-to-face like this, I hesitated.

Feeling restless inside, a server holding a wine bottle approached our table.

Waiter: "This is a wine made from freshly harvested grapes. Would you like to try it?"

Galileo: "No thanks, I'm fine."

Mitsuki: "I'll pass as well."

The server nodded and moved to the next table.

Mitsuki: "You don't drink alcohol?"

Galileo: "I don't dislike it, but someone told me it's better not to drink too much in public."

(Does that mean he can't handle it well?)

(But he does drink with someone sometimes.)

Mitsuki: "Was it a friend who told you that?"

Galileo: "........."

(Galileo?)

The moment I asked, his eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his gaze. His expression darkened as if I had touched on a sensitive topic.

(Maybe I said something I shouldn't have.)

Mitsuki: "Sorry. You don't need to answer it if you don't want to."

Galileo: "Yes, an old friend."

(An old friend.)

The voice that slipped from his lips carried a tone of nostalgia along with an unbearable sense of sadness.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[cynthiahypnoslave]

Coffee Shop Control a Hypnosis Enslavement Story

Lauren thought it was just another day at the local coffee shop where she worked. Customers were lined up at the counter placing orders just like any other day. However today was about to take a very interesting turn for her.

Normally she would be behind the counter making coffee not paying much attention as customers would come and go. However when HE walked in everyone noticed. It was like the whole shop stopped just to look at the new arrival.

This was no ordinary person; he had a commanding presence she could feel from across the room. Everyone seemed mesmerized by him even the guys couldn't look away. He was well dressed and tall with handsome features. Lauren instantly felt warm and her head would grow fuzzy anytime she tried to think about anything besides the strange Man. It was as if he had the whole coffee shop under his control.

The man began to slowly look around at all the faces staring back at him almost as if he was looking for someone. That's when his eyes locked with Lauren's as soon as they did he gave her a handsome but mischievous smile. She could feel the fog in her head growing the longer he looked into her eyes the more she could feel her conscious mind slipping.

The man snapped his fingers sharply and waved his hand dismissively and everyone in the coffee shop simply went back to what they were doing before the strange Man had walked in the door. However Lauren still locked in the gaze of the man found that she still couldn't move and slowly her ability to form any thoughts seemed to wane. Lauren knew she should be scared of the man but she could focus anymore instead of fear she felt emptiness and contentment.

The man slowly and gracefully walked over to the counter where she was standing maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. "Tell me your name?" He asked calmly. "It's Lauren" She said. He smiled at her again and then stated "You will do nicely". Lauren couldn't stop staring into his eyes hanging on every word his voice the only thing ringing inside her now very empty mind.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny silver collar with a short chain attached to it. "Come out from behind the counter Lauren and strip for me please" the man said without breaking eye contact. Lauren would have normally laughed in the man's face but the only thoughts in her mind were the man's words. She slowly walked out from behind the counter and in the middle of the coffee shop began to take off all her clothes.

The man simply stood and watched Lauren, collar in hand, as she stripped completely naked in the middle of the coffee shop. Once she was done the man said "Good girl now kneel for me". Lauren knelt down before the man now completely mesmerized and under his control. "That's a good girl now listen very carefully Lauren, when I put this shiny silver collar on you everyone will start to notice you again. However they will not lift a finger to help you as far as they are concerned you are just a slave that is lucky enough to serve at the end of my leash. Also you are going to return to a state of full consciousness for me but you will not be able to resist or disobey me as long as the collar remains locked around your neck. Now I want you to nod your head for me if you understand" the man explained. Lauren still staring deeply into the strange man's eyes begins to nod eagerly wanting nothing more than to obey the pretty words bouncing around inside her empty head. "There's a good girl" the man stated as he reached down and began securing the silver collar around her neck. Immediately after the man clicked the lock on the collar shut the fog in Laurens head began to lift. She felt the cold touch of the collar against her neck as she started to look around still coming around as she began to hear people talking about her under their breath women giggling at the sight of her and men drooling. She looked down finally realizing why everyone was talking about her. She began looking around wildly turning bright red trying to cover herself "what… what's going on???" She asked desperately to no one in particular. The man tugged on the end of her leash so she would look up at him. "You just started your new life as my new pet. Now behave yourself and stop yelling at the nice customers and sit there like a good girl" the man ordered. Lauren immediately stopped and sat next to the man's feet like a dog without hesitation. But inside her head she was screaming she had no idea what was going on and why she couldn't control her body but most importantly she couldn't understand why obeying the strange man's orders made her feel soooo good……

Thank you #laurentidal for your request hope you enjoy it!

[shentheauthor]

I’m so glad you include Pulcinella in your romantic (maybe romantic) headcanons 😭. It’s a nice change! Do you do suggestive stuff? If not it’s totally fine! Can you do plus-sized S/O with the harbingers?

Fucking hell I had half of this done but it deleted all of it, kill me

Anyway tho— I don’t do suggestive stuff, sorry. And of course I can’t leave out my favorite gnome <3

Harbingers with a plus size s/o—

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Pierro:

More of you to love ayy

Literally

He will happily hold you

Makes it so clear he absolutely adores you

Loves your body so much, you have no idea

He gets very stressed, so he will let you lay on him like a weighted blanket

Give this touch starved old man some love raaahhh

Capitano:

LIFT

LIFTS YOU

He’s lowkey proud he can lift you no matter what

He isn’t prideful, but he’s proud of you

Internally he’s like “yes, this is my s/o, look at how gorgeous they are”

Externally he’s like 😐

At least it’s very clear to you how much he loves you gjekkgkekg

If you’re insecure, he’ll just lift you up and compliment you sm

Loves your stretch marks, if you have them. He likes tracing them with his fingers.

Dottore:

He won’t compliment you on your looks without being directly asked

Unless you show insecurity

If you’re insecure, he’ll spit scientific facts about body weight and how healthiness looks different for everyone

I’m sorry he’ll just start infodumping JFJGKKDKG

But hey, if you’re dating him, you probably don’t mind

He values intelligence more than looks, so as long as you’re smart and can hold a conversation, or at least are willing to learn, he loves you

Columbina:

Love love loves you

She’s small, so she likes being held by you

You’re like a big ol teddy bear

Another one that likes tracing stretch marks

She’ll just try to touch and hold as much of you as she can

She will make you feel so loved, insecure or not

You’ve already made it this far with her, so she isn’t very reserved lmao

Nobody will ever dare to make a rude comment about you on her watch

Arlecchino:

She also will not compliment you directly

Unless you’re outwardly insecure

“Don’t be ridiculous, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t think you were just fine the way you are.”

Kinda cold, but fiogkgkrkgkrkg she will soften over time

Her actions speak louder than her words tho

She loves holding you, and will make that very clear

Will find a way to hold you no matter what, unless it’s in public

Pulcinella:

Tiny man

If you cuddle him, he is the happiest mf alive

PLEASE cuddle him

He get so stressed from work, so if you hug him, he just melts

He is a sappy bastard, so he will compare you to legendary gods/goddesses and figures from mythology

Literally just loves you so much

He LOVES how small he is compared to you

He’s like a teddy bear

Scaramouche:

“Why should I care about what you look like?”

He finds the concern a bit stupid, but mostly because he doesn’t understand why people would be rude about it

It doesn’t matter to him, why should it matter to mortals?

Still, he will make it clear that he loves you and your body

He loves your rolls and stretch marks if you have them

He thinks it looks like kintsukuroi, the process of repairing cracks in pottery and lacquerware with gold or silver

I couldn’t resist throwing in my pottery knowledge gjjejgjejg sorry

He doesn’t compliment you directly without making it seem like he’s being harsh

But you get the idea

I love him sm

Sandrone:

She adores you

She likes playing dress up with you, and your body gives her opportunities to get creative

She does treat you like you’re one of her “dolls,” but if you don’t mind, it’s fine gjejgjekg

She thinks your rolls and stretch marks make you look like a mosaic

A beautiful, moving statue

She will lay on you while tinkering with small projects

Give her all the love, she needs it

Can and will brutally maim anyone who’s rude to you

Signora:

Ok so she’s SUPER tall

Which means she has longer arms

Which means she can hold you properly

She ADORES you

She will trace your body and compliment you all the time

“I love every single inch of you, dear”

She will destroy anyone who dares to make you feel insecure

Literally

Drop kicks them into the sun

She clings to you and does not let go. You managed to thaw her heart, and she will make it so clear that she cares so much

I MISS HERRRR

Pantalone:

He thinks you’re the most beautiful person to walk Teyvat

He will gift you with clothes perfectly sized for you

That accentuate your body to where it looks even more perfect than it was before

Another who will compare any stretch marks to kintsukuroi

He will do paperwork with you either laying on him, or him laying on you

He literally loves you so much dude

Smitten

Tartaglia:

BODY POSITIVITY!!!

Your body is a temple

And he will treat it as such

He will hold you and trace your skin and kiss you all over

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have such a beautiful s/o”

You are the entire world to him

He will make you feel like the most special person on the planet

If anyone dares to make you feel insecure about your body, he will challenge them to a duel and NOT hold back (aka that mf is very injured after)

He is giggling and kicking his feet around you

Just… hold him and he will be SO happy

Golden retriever man

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 85

(I suggest you check out parts 1-84 if you haven’t already, also my ao3 and wattpad for the chapters more organised)

Vinny and Shancai sat in silence, the cameraman was really mad at himself for hurting him. “What were you seeing?” The prince spoke up, breaking the intimidating silence, as he bandages the small cuts from Vinny.

The cameraman didn’t answer at first before he took a deep sigh, “Enji…just as you told me too…everything was just different” he confessed as he looked at the ground.

“I’m not mad…” Shancai reassured Vinny, “Go wash your face off, take as long as you need” he added as he patted the cameramans’ shoulder, grabbing the dagger off the ground and handing it to him.

Vinny exhaled shakily as he took the dagger back, he still couldn’t bear the fact that he hurt Shancai, because of some stupid hallucinations. “Thanks…” the cameraman replied quietly as he stood up and took one last look at the prince, giving him a forced smile, he could clearly see the concern etched on Shancais’ face.

The cameraman walked back into the palace and let out another sigh, before rubbing his temples, and walking off to his room. He didn’t want to keep Shancai waiting, but he didn’t even want to look at the prince after what he did.

Vinny eventually made it to his room and rushed to the bathroom, before splashing his face with cold water. “Calm down you little shit…” he spoke to himself as he looked at the mirror. “Just some fucking hallucinations, this sure as hell can’t happen around my friends…” he grumbled.

The cameraman paused as he looked at the mirror once more, Damn did he look good in this outfit. He mentally slapped himself, he needed to stop getting distracted so he rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The walk back outside was so, he wanted to delay facing the prince again. So when he bumped into Deity it was the perfect opportunity to waste some time. “Hey” Vinny spoke to her with a smile, as they bumped into each other.

“Hello dear” Deity spoke softly as she smiled back.

“Whatcha up to?” The cameraman asked curiously, “I haven’t really seen you much out of your room” he added as he balanced on the balls of his feet.

“Just getting some fresh air” She replied, “What about you? That’s a very interesting outfit you have, some of Shancai’s old clothes?”

“Yep! We’re just training, got some of his clothes, the cloak is makeshift and he just gave me the arm braces” Vinny answered with a smile.

“That’s nice” Deity answered, though…something was off, the cameraman couldn’t quite place his finger on it, so he thought he was being delusional again. The two walked a different as to where Vinny was meant to go, they ended up in this room that he couldn’t quite recognise.

“I’ve never seen this place before” The cameraman spoke up as he looked around, it was a nicely decorated room, beanbags, old drawings and stuff, though it looks like it hasn’t been touched in decades, she didn’t clarify this place to him though.

“How’s your arm dear from yesterday?” Deity asked, Vinnys’ heart dropped, how did she know? He and Shancai agreed to keep it a secret…

He knew the prince was just as paranoid of someone finding out. He wouldn’t have told. No one else was there at the market when Enji attacked, barely anyone saw the cameraman. The only one that could’ve know was…Enji…

Vinny backed away, only to hear a soft chuckle from ‘Deity’ which slowly became more conniving. “You really make these games less fun” ‘she’ groaned before she disappeared, the cameraman jumped as he felt two hands cover his eyes. “Guess who it is~” a familiar voice spoke in a singsongy voice, a voice that Vinny dreaded.

“Enji…” the cameraman gritted through his teeth as hatred and annoyance creeped up his back. This asshole was pretending to be Deity now?

“Correct! And I must say I love the outfit” Enji laughed out demonically as he moved his hands away from the cameramans’ eyes. “I must say! That little attack you did on princey hurts my heart!” He spoke dramatically.

“That was you!?” Vinny hissed as anger flared up, oh how he wanted to cut his tongue right now.

“Calm down buddy!” Enji chuckled as he held up his arms in mock surrender, before grabbing the cameramans’ arm and finding the slice wound. “That looks like it hurt” he spoke with fake empathy.

“Yea yea asshole, go suck it” Vinny grumbled before he held up his middle finger as he pulled his arm back.

“You’re so boring” Enji groaned.

“I’m not here to entertain you” The cameraman muttered.

“C’mon buddy! Let’s just talk, I’m so bored!” Enji groaned once more before resting on one of the dusty beanbags.

“What do you want to talk about?” Vinny hissed, clearly getting more annoyed.

“Yesterday was so much fun right! But Shanni just had to take the fun out of it protect you” Enji spoke, his voice becoming more harsh near the end of his sentence.

“I didn’t ask him to protect me” Vinny snapped back, “Not my fault you’re some freak hell you should’ve seen what that kick did to him! Were you trying to kill me?!” He shouted, he was really short tempered today.

“Kill you? No. Cripple you? Probably” Enji teased as he grabbed the dagger from the cameramans’ pocket and twirled it in his pocket. “I would never hurt sunshine like that” he added, there was truth to those words.

“Sunshine…?” Vinny asked curiously, there was no way Enji called Shancai sunshine. He knew Enji had some weird obsession with the prince, but seriously, was he actually in love with Shancai?

“We both know who I’m talking about!” Enji chuckled out, as he took his hair tie out, letting his hair fall down.

“I wish I didn’t…” the cameraman grumbled.

“How was your meeting with Rushifa?” Enji suddenly asked as a demonic smile creeped up on his face, Vinny stopped breathing for a second, he didn’t want to think about it.

“It was…” The cameraman was cut off by Enji cackling out.

“You missed me right?! Oh you so missed me! Can’t blame you, that snake is crazy!” He laughed out, Vinny hated how true his words were, he would rather deal with Enji than that snake ever again.

“Keep laughing asshole…” The cameraman muttered before being pulled down onto the ground and forced to kneel in front of Enji.

“I will keep laughing” Enji snapped back as he watched annoyance creep onto Vinnys’ face. “Speaking of which! How’s your boyfriend? He doesn’t love you right? You’re on a break, because you’re fucking terrible?” He added, as he continued twirling the dagger as he looked down at Vinny.

The cameramans’ anger flared as he suddenly lunged up grabbing the dagger from Enji and holding it against his throat. “Shut up!” He hissed as he held him down. “You don’t know a thing about me and Garmadon!”

“Soft spot eh?” Enji teased, “Y’know it’s best to get rid of your weak spots, maybe then you’ll kill me” he chuckled as he held Vinnys’ wrist. “I know you won’t kill me…Shanni loves me, you wouldn’t take that from him, right?” He added.

Vinny let out a shaky breath, that couldn’t be true, right? But it would make so much sense, Shancai was capable to killing Enji, but hasn’t for some reason. And apparently the two used to be friends. Maybe Shancai just had a soft spot? “Maybe I should get rid of you…do him a favour” The cameraman eventually spoke up, his voice harsh and bitter.

(Enji and Shancai are such an interesting thing that I love, always have loved and always will love, Vinny threatening people is like being threatened by a kitten)