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Paint it Black (18) Recovering

FF.net | Ao3

Beast Boy sat on his hands with his mouth zipped. Every precious moment in the Batmobile was being savored and he wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize it.

Though he desperately wanted to ask questions.

“Tell me about this Billy Numerous character,” Batman finally stated.

“Oh! Ummm…well, he can divide into multiple clones of himself, like we said. He’s not super strong or fast, but divides quickly.”

“So no other powers besides multiplication.”

“Right.”

“Good. What’s his M.O.?”

“Theft. He likes to ransack a city of its valuables.”

“Money? Art? Tech?”

“Anything. He stole a section of the bridge once.”

Batman frowned. “So in it for the thrill. He doesn’t particularly want stuff, but wants to see what he can take. Got it.” He reached over and hit some buttons on the console.

Beast Boy vibrated in his seat with excitement.

“Jump City police department,” the radio spoke.

“This is Batman. I’m helping the Titans with the Billy Numerous situation. What locations has he hit?”

“Oh! Batman! Uh…That’s the weird part. He’s broken into several locations, mostly toy stores, but he hasn’t actually taken anything.”

“So he’s either showing off where he can go this time, or he’s looking for something specific.”

“I’ll radio the other officers on the scene and let you know exactly what we know. Is this number okay?”

“Yes.”

“Be back in a minute.” And the call ended.

“Lucky bastards,” Batman mumbled under his breath.

“Who’s lucky?” Beast Boy squeaked.

“Your team. I never get cooperation like that from the Gotham PD. Maddening.”

“Well…I think they respect us because of you. Everyone thinks you’re the coolest. Well, everyone outside of Gotham at least.”

“Good. The last thing I need in Gotham is a bunch of groupies asking for my autograph.”

Beast Boy pouted, assuming he knew how the request for an autograph for himself would go.

Just then, Beast Boy’s communicator rang. As he answered it, the Batmobile picked up the call.

“Talk to me,” said Batman.

“We were just at the last place Billy hit,” said Cyborg. “The biggest antique mall in the city. A security guard was there, and said he had a confrontation with Numerous.”

Batman pulled into an alleyway. “What happened?”

“He said Billy prattled on and on about being Billy Numerous and outnumbering everyone as the guard called for backup. Then he said that Billy actually told him what he was looking for.”

“Lucky break.”

“Not especially lucky, Billy can multiply, but he’s not very smart.”

“So what’s he after?”

“Guard said a homemade doll. All white, handmade, made of fabric.”

Batman frowned as he pulled up the computer. “Doesn’t sound like your typical heist item. Perhaps its maker is the key here. I’m going to check auction sites to see if I can find it.”

“Dude!” Beast Boy chirped. “I think I know what he’s talking about!”

“You do? Spill.”

“Ah man, I totally forgot about it too! With everything with Robin…okay, so I saw it while Raven, Cyborg, and I were exploring the place where Robin was held captive. I found it on the floor while you guys were talking. It seemed out of place, but not really important, so I took it.”

“Where is it now?”

“In my room.”

“Did it look like it had anything in it? How much did you examine it?”

“It was kinda squishy, but it didn’t feel like cotton inside. More like…beans? I don’t know. It was just all white and ugly. Like if you asked me to make you a stuffed polar bear from scratch.”

“Hmm…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mention it. I totally meant too!”

“Well, if Billy is looking for it now, that means it didn’t have a tracking device. And if anyone else had seen it, they may have left it there. Now, we just need to learn the significance.”

“About 15 Billys have been spotted by the post office. There’s a town map there, so they might be planning their next hit. The original might be there,” Raven said.

“Then let’s go, send me directions.”

“I’ll go there now, track me.” Beast Boy opened the door and transformed into a cheetah to run away.

—-

“Oh where oh where has the little thing gone, oh where oh where can it beeee?!” Sang a southern choir through the streets of Jump. “He promised it wouldn’t be this hard to find, oh where oh where can it be?”

“Need a hand?”

The multiple Billys turned around at the familiar voice.

Cyborg, Raven, and Starfire stood behind him, as a green blur appeared beside them, soon transforming back into Beast Boy.

“Oh gee willikers, I was wonderin’ when you slowpokes were gonna show up.”

“We might have gotten here sooner if you hadn’t actually tried using stealth. Which, by the way, could use more practice.” Cyborg smirked.

“I’ll take that into consideration. Now, if’n you’ll excuse me, I got some work to do.”

Cyborg activated his canons and Star her bolts. Beast Boy turned into an octopus, and Raven built a wall out of cement slabs from the street.

Billy noted this all quickly, then laughed. “It’s a nice try! But y'all could barely stop me when you had a full team! How do you expect to stop me when you’re down a member?”

Just then, a black form dropped in the center of the group, before raising to his full height and glaring at the enemy. “They have a full team.”

The Billys all took a collective step back at the appearance of Batman. “Oh shoot…the rumors are true…” Then he seemed to regain his composure. “Ain’t no Bat gonna wrangle Billy Numerous though!”

And he instantly doubled his number, so there were easily 30 Billys surrounding them. “These good odds? We can go bigger!”

60.

120.

“There, that oughta be fair now!”

“I think he’s still low-balling it,” Beast Boy muttered.

Before any actual fighting began, the giant screen on the building across the street changed from an ad to a familiar face.

“Billy Numerous!” He called.

“Robin!” Starfire called back.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Billy halted and stared at the screen, along with the heroes. “The dead are coming back to life.”

Robin, looking almost the same as normal, appeared on the screen. His mask was in place, and his hair was spiked back. The only difference, though it was subtle, was a Glascow smile scar on his cheek. “I know what you’re looking for.”

“Oh yeah yeah, I’m sure ya do.” Billy scoffed, coming out of his shock rather quickly.

“A doll. White, made of rough fabric. No face. I’ve seen it.”

Billy paused and then relented. “Okay, yeah, but what about it?”

“Their offer is no good. They don’t intend on paying you. Instead, they’d prefer no one knew what they were up to. They’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

“Shows how much you know! I’m gettin’ in on the ground floor! They offered me an apprenticeship!”

Robin shook his head. “It’s not going to be that simple. I’ve been following their case. They won’t hold lessons. They won’t let you shadow them. Instead, if they really do let you in, they’ll make you multiply yourself over and over until you can hold their torture and poisons and not die. Tell me Billy; if one of your clones dies, does it hurt?”

Billy stood stock still, his mouth quivering.

“They have an apprentice in mind, you know. That’s what the doll is for. And you’re stupid to think that the Joker would make such a deal with a no-name villain that no one would miss. Think about it. Would anyone come looking for you if you went missing? Would anyone care if the Joker cut you up into pieces and left you in an alley?”

The Titans all stayed quiet while Robin negotiated.

“Because that’s the truth of what will happen if you return to the Joker. He’ll get what he needs from you, and you’ll be of no use anymore.”

“So what? I’m just supposed to quit?”

“Oh no no. I know I can’t convince you to just go home. So how about you and I make a deal?”

One Billy crossed his arms, presumably the original. “I’ll hear ya out.”

“You bring me the doll instead, and I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll even get your record expunged so you can keep whatever it is. Taking a Ferrari out for a joy ride is fun, but can you imagine showing it off to people? Making others jealous? Driving some hot babes around?”

“Alright deal! I want 5 million dollars.”

“Done.”

“Alright, you heard the man, Billy!” He started to command his clones.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Robin interrupted. “I can’t have you tearing the city apart for hours on end. So the deal is only good for one hour. If you find the doll, you can give it to one of the Titans. Happy hunting.” And the screen went blank.

“One hour!?!” Billy panicked. “Double time, fellas! I want my money!” And he proceeded to duplicate into an army of Billys that rushed into the city.

The communicators lit up with a call, and Cyborg answered on his arm.

“Sorry to butt in, but I have a plan,” Robin grinned.

“Please, your plans are most welcomed at this time,” Starfire sang, a little too enthusiastically.

“Rob, you gotta know—” Beast Boy began.

“I know. I heard the first call. Alfred still has to finish administering the rest of the antidote, but once my head cleared, I asked to have my communicator to monitor the situation. The doll that Billy is looking for is a…Talisman, for lack of a better term. During the psychological torture I endured, the Joker convinced Black that all of his goodness was inside that doll, ‘White’. I don’t know what seeing that doll could do to me, but I’m sure Joker’s trying to find me with it.”

“So it’s your Horcrux?” Beast Boy asked.

“Yeah, you can call it that, too.”

“So what’s the rest of the plan?” Asked Batman, “you just gave a lunatic permission to ransack Jump City for an hour. What is he going to do once the hour is up?”

“Hopefully he won’t last that long. We gotta turn up the heat on him. Make him spread himself thin.”

“Master Richard, it’s time for the next dose.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” He said as an aside. “Make Billy panic. I’ll check in when my head clears again. Any questions?”

“How do you feel?” Starfire asked.

He smirked. “Never better. Good luck team.”

—

It turned out that by time Robin checked in with the team again, Billy had already reached his limit and all the clones returned to him. Cyborg and Raven were the ones to escort Billy to jail, while Starfire, Beast Boy, and Batman returned to the tower.

Robin lounged on the couch, IV port still in his arm. He still wore his pajamas, but with the mask and gelled hair, he looked like Robin again.

“Wow! You look great!” Beast Boy chirped as he entered. “You look like you got some color back.”

“Indeed! Your skin held a certain pallor about it. Was the poison causing that?”

“I think so,” he stretched. “It wasn’t until the medicine kicked in that I actually started feeling better. I’m still sore from all of the chemicals, but it’s a far cry from the pain I was in. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until now.”

Starfire floated right off the ground as she stared at him. He finally looked like Robin, really truly like his old self. “Your scarring appears less harsh. Are you wearing concealer?”

He nodded. “I have some I wear in case I get mask lines,” he chuckled. “Eventually, I might try to get some revision surgery, but for now, I’m only appearing as Robin, so it won’t matter. Who knows, maybe it will help with my intimidation factor.”

“You seem to be recovering well,” said Batman. “Maybe a little too well.”

Robin again nodded, understanding Batman’s concern. “I’m ecstatic to have my body back. I will be working on processing all the trauma I went through as my new normal sets in. It might take a little while to get back on the field.”

“That, I would recommend.”

“Maybe you can be our man in the chair?” Beast Boy suggested. “Cyborg’s my best friend, but I’ll never admit this in front of him. His plans aren’t always the best.”

“It’s hard work, and I have more experience. But that’s why we’re a team. We all have our strengths. We rely on each other…and I’ll probably need to rely on you all more now than I was.”

“By the way, do you want me to get the…” Beast Boy trailed off.

“No. In fact, it’s probably best if I never see it. The four of you should find a place to hide it where I’ll never come across it.”

“Yes sir,” Beast Boy saluted.

“What if we were to simply destroy it?” Starfire asked.

The very thought sent chills down Robin’s spine. “I’m not sure why, but I don’t like that idea.”

“I can make a guess,” said Batman. “Just because we treated the poison that manifests Black, does not mean we got rid of him. If Black has that much attachment to that doll, it’s likely that those feelings would persist even when dormant.”

Robin nodded. “I understand.”

“Hey,” Beast Boy nudged him. “How much time before your next dose?”

“About twenty minutes,” said Alfred, looking at his watch.

“Wanna play me a few rounds in Super Mega Monkey: Ninja Brawl? It just came out last month.”

Robin perked up. “Yeah, sounds like a blast.”

—

The Southern docks were silent and dark. Not even the waves made noise as fog persisted in all the forgotten corners.

“Robin?” Starfire yelled, her voice echoing between the trailers.

“Star! Starfire! Help me!”

“Where are you?”

“I was close! I was so close!” His words carried so much pain, just like they had when he was in the med bay. “But they found me! They’ve come for me, Starfire!”

“No!” She screamed. She attempted to fly to get a better vantage point, but it was like she was chained to heavy weights. Even her run was far too slow. “Robin! Robin please! I’ll save you this time!”

“Starfire!”

The fog parted, and Robin stood before her. He wore a black trench coat and ratty black jeans.

“Robin!”

He reached up, and dug his fingers into his face, molding his skin like fabric. Then he tore, ripping away the cool and mysterious facade to reveal bulging blue eyes, skin riddled with spider web lines, and a smile that tore through his cheek.

“Oh poor poor little Tamaranean,” a voice said, one she felt like she had heard before. Another figure appeared behind Robin. “You’re simply too late.” The figure stepped forward, becoming visible as a Gordanian. “But there’s always an opening as a new apprentice.”

—

Starfire awoke suddenly, flinching in her bed.

Just a nightmare. A horrible, realistic nightmare, but a nightmare all the same. As her heart rate started to slow down, the visions became less cutting and started to fade.

Still in just her pajamas, Starfire rose, intent on checking on Robin. Just a peek, to make sure he was there and safe.

Of course, he would be, she reasoned as she traveled the hall. There was no reason for him to be missing. But she just needed to see him with her own eyes.

Maybe, if he was awake, they could talk, for the first time alone since he was able to speak on his own.

When she arrived at his door, she knocked gently, assuming that he would be asleep. When he didn’t answer, she let herself in.

But there was no one inside.

The images in her nightmare came back, and she began to panic.

“No, do not panic,” she said aloud. “Maybe he is simply having problems sleeping as well.”

So she went to the common room, only to find it empty as well. She checked his office, and even the gym, but there was no sign of anyone. There was one last place to check before she started waking the others.

Up on the roof, the sky was clear, the air was just perfectly crisp, and the moon was full and bright.

And Robin sat at the edge of the roof, looking at the very few stars visible in the city sky.

Starfire breathed a sigh of relief. “I feared something terrible had happened to you.”

Robin jumped at her voice before relaxing again, “you scared me,” he chuckled.

“I apologize.” She approached calmly before kneeling beside him. “What brings you out here at such an hour?”

He adjusted the blanket he had on his shoulders. “Ah, my sleep schedule is all messed up. I was in and out of consciousness all day, and then when I tried to sleep on my own, my mind wandered…” he shook his head. “What about you? There’s no trouble is there?”

“No no, nothing of the sort. I had…a nightmare. I have had many since you went missing…” she admitted this sheepishly. “But this was so vivid, I just…I only wished to see you, to make sure you were truly here and safe.”

He smiled at her. “Well, I’m here and safe. And Robin, most importantly.”

“Yes,” she leaned forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder. “You’re back. I missed you.”

He reached up and petted her hair. “I missed you too. Even though I could see you and hear you. It wasn’t the same.”

She picked her head up to look at him, before slowly peeling off his mask.

He didn’t fight her.

With the mask off, she felt like she was looking at Black instead of Robin. But his gaze was soft and relaxed and void of the deranged mania that characterized Black.

“I never knew you as Robin without the mask. I never knew Richard Grayson.”

“Yeah…” he cringed. “I was hesitant to share that part. When we first started the team, I wanted to make sure I could trust everyone before I shared. After a while, I thought I’d be fine if everyone knew, but I never knew how to come out and say it. So…I just never told you guys.”

“That makes much sense,” Starfire nodded sagely. “I must say, I believe I am the opposite. I trusted you almost right away, or else I would not have initiated lip contact.”

Robin felt the blush rise to his cheeks, but hoped she couldn’t see it in the dark. “Oh, yeah, you sure did that…not how I pictured my first kiss to happen, that’s for sure.”

She leaned closer, intrigued. “I was your first kiss? On my planet, that does not hold much significance, or lip contact in general, but I have come to learn that it does here.”

“Depends on the person, but yeah, the first kiss is kinda like a stepping stone into romance. You don’t kiss at all on Tamaran?”

She shook her head. “We are able to assimilate languages through lip contact, which is why I did it. But I was still putting myself in a vulnerable position by engaging with you. I am glad I was able to trust you.”

“And all this time, I thought you were just showing your gratitude for me removing your shackles.”

“Oh, I was grateful! Do not think I wasn’t. It was relieving to know the new planet I had arrived on held creatures willing to help for the sake of doing what was right. You were the reason I decided to stay on Earth.”

He blushed more at that. “Well…I’m glad I had that much of an impact.”

“I am too.” She scooted closer. “So I was your first kiss?”

He chuckled. “Technically, I shared a peck with a girl in my class back in Gotham, but I hardly think that counts.”

“A peck? Like a chicken? What is that?”

“Yeah, it’s like…well…” He leaned closer to her and placed the briefest kiss on her lips. A millisecond of contact. “Like that.”

Starfire let out a gasp of awe, a smile taking her face, before she schooled her expression into something more thoughtful. “No, I do not believe that truly counts. I would not be able to assimilate anything from it. Indeed, I believe I was truly your first kiss.”

He smiled at her. “I figured you’d say that.”

She scooted ever closer, now being pressed against his side. “Robin? Did you hear the things I said to Black about my feelings for you?”

“I did.”

“And…I saw you had written my name on the wall of your…cell. Black said that you loved me, but he does not have the same memories, and I think he was just saying that to make me feel better—”

“He was right.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I do love you, Starfire. Thinking about you was about the only thing that kept me from succumbing like the rest of the boys. I was determined to get out and tell you that.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, overcome with emotion.

“I have a long road of recovery ahead of me, but if you’re willing to travel beside me, I think I’ll be okay.”

She rubbed under her eyes. “I have a confession to make…” Her voice was thick with emotion. “I love you. I love you so very much, even when we had our struggles, when Slade was in your head, when work consumed you…I still loved you. But,” she turned her face away.

“You don’t like that other personality, huh?”

She nodded before sobbing, “yes! Yes, and I want to love him because he’s a part of you. But he’s not you, and he does not have your kindness or consideration or—” She sniffed before resting a hand on his face, covering his scar. “You have shown so much love and kindness towards me when I was at my most vulnerable. If I can not love you at your worst…how shallow must my love be?”

“Oh Star…” he squeezed her to his side. “You’re being really unfair to yourself. Black is a personality created out of trauma. He’s a reflection of a villain, the Joker. I don’t want you to like him. I don’t like him.”

“But—”

“Look Star,” he turned to face her completely. “Let’s just take this slowly. Hopefully, I’m cured of my DID, and now just some trauma is left. But you’re not obligated to stay with me if things become too much for you, okay?”

“Actually…” she bit her lip shyly. “Tamaraneans mate for life. We only fall in love once, so…I would say you are stuck with me.”

“Oh!” His eyes blew wide, before he started chuckling. “I suppose I could be okay with that.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Finally, he leaned in, kissing her gently, but nonetheless passionately.

Starfire returned the embrace, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and clenching his shirt.

When they finally separated, he kept his eyes closed. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“As we always do.”

#fanfiction #teen titans #robin #starfire #robstar #dick grayson #koriand'r #dickkory #paint it black

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advnttt · 1 year ago

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This might be a bit long-winded, and I'm pretty sure no one's even gonna be here to read it, but I just wanted to reminisce for a bit. After all my name-changes I'm not sure who will even remember me, but this blog was named "siiq" and "addict3d" for the longest periods of time. Bear with me as I just word-vomit all over the place.

TL;DR It's been fun, but this might finally be the last time I hop on here.

Hell, the last time I logged in was like a year and a half ago. Nonetheless, it's been kinda fun coming back here and just seeing what's what who's still around, who's deactivated, and what the site even looks like.

I still remember when shortly before the end of my Senior year of high school in 2011 God I'm fucking old when one of my friends in my GFX class decided to make a Tumblr account for me against my will because SHE felt like I needed one. I didn't even do anything with it over that whole Summer either. It wasn't until September I decided to get on here and see what it was all about. Very quickly it became sort of a home away from home. Myself and my immediate family members had had our entire world rocked and flipped upside down shortly before I got on here, and Tumblr became an escape for me. A way to disconnect from my world and circumstances at the time. An outlet for me to express myself and my creativity as well. Never did I think upon logging in here for the first time that I would eventually have over 25,000 people following me, and that a fair few of them would become great friends for that season of my life. People that could relate to me. People that would listen. People that were also, in different ways, broken like I was. People that needed a friend, like I did. Side note, it amazes me that people still talk shit about friendships online. One of my best friends of 15+ years is a guy I first met gaming in like '08 and we didn't even meet each other in person for the first time until about 5 years later.

But anyways, I don't think y'all will ever really know how much everything meant to me. The messaging back and forth, getting to know each other, the late night phone calls when one of us just needed to talk, all the times we'd get the gang together in Tinychat and just hang out, the roasting and trash-talking, reblogging each other's selfies just 'cause we just wanted our friends faces on our blogs, all of it.

All the little things. Such simple things. They meant so much.

So now here I am. Sitting at my desk, almost 12 years to the day after my first post. Scrolling through my archive and my messages for the last little while, just reliving some moments, scrolling through who I'm following and remembering simpler times. A lot of us have moved on and away from this site. A lot of us have grown up and subsequently grown apart as life has carried us in different directions and down different paths. And I know at this point most of y'all will never see this, but just know, wherever you are in life, whatever you're keeping yourselves busy with, I'm thinking about you and truly wishing all of you the best of luck in whatever you set your hand to. You, unknowingly, helped me through arguably the toughest years of my life and I'll never be able to repay you for that. You deserve the world and more, and I wish I could give it to you.

Again, sorry for the wall of text but I just wanted to get this all out in one sitting. I feel like it's been a long time coming.

With that all being said, I'm not going to deactivate this blog (at least not until Tumblr decides to do it for me), but it's at this time that I will bid you all a very fond farewell.

Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. And keep on keepin' on.

Adieu, my friends. And thank you.

Josh

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allthingsroleplay · 19 hours ago

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sorry in advance if it is rambled. Okay, let's get this part out of the way. Most of the details about this girl are completely up to you. Including Her name. CHARACTER IS open for you to make them your own. They can be already made characters. Even can be combined with another wanted ad. Contact Kara in server or direct DM, or pm [Arabella Swann]. the face is at the moment is Eloise Mumford or someone else if you don't like ELOISE, with the face of your choosing. Her age should be late 30s. So, we'll call her ELOISE for the sake of this request. Eloise is a young, country wild kind of woman and a true rodeo fan Through AND Through well mostly being a huge fan of my guy, DUSTIN. ELOISE has followed his entire career and him to every single rodeo he has ever been in from the very beginning. During the recent years of his marriage that has been hell and super rocky due to the fact he tends to be sleeping around with women which means him cheating on his wife. Even with Eloise at times. Recently, he has broken things off with ELOISE not wanting to ruin their friendship. Yes, a lame excuse he gave. But she's so not taking any "no" for an answer. but it probably doesn't help that he can't seem to quit her always ending up back in her bed while drunk. ELOISE could end up becoming quite obsessive to the point where he had ended up having to ban her from the rodeo. He left the rodeo at the moment to try to patch things up with his wife which is yet another thing. However, ELOISE comes in and causes EVEN BIGGER problems for him and Cora. I'm thinking she could have found out where he truly lives and tries to make him leave his wife through whatever means she can. Or She is pregnant if you wanted her to be or it could be a fake pregnant if you want to go that route too -the pregnancy plot is fine by both beans and me- or confronts his wife when he isn't there. I'm not sure on if They are finals or not because it's if they would vibe well together, but this will be fun for those who love some in-character drama i am looking forward to. Hit me up, if interested. YOU MUST BE 21 or older to join the site. ORGINAL REQUEST HERE ORIGINAL REQUEST HERE

#jcink site #premium jcink #character request #profile app #city town rpg #1 year

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gwainesmay · 5 months ago

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‘WHAT I'M HERE FOR’

PAIRING: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

SYNOPSIS: lockwood's had more than enough scares today, but it seems there is another one waiting for him.

REQUESTED BY: @dinosaursonaspaceship || I’m sorry this took longer than expected, but I hope this is okay!

WARNINGS: mention of injury, brief descriptions of pain, a cute distressed Anthony Lockwood.

NOTES: not proofread. requests open, just leave a comment or a message. comment to join my taglist. click here to view my masterlist

My work is not to be reposted, copied, translated or used in any form without explicit permission from myself.

It had been an unpredictable day, to say the least, after a case had gone awry, and resulted in back-up being called out of desperation. The group had ended up heading different ways following the arrival of DEPRAC Medics and Officers, and you found yourself sitting across a depleted Anthony Lockwood in the back of the cab home.

You rested your head on the window, eyes shut in search of some form of solace. Lockwood had taken to busy himself with a tabloid he had spotted on a spare seat, but even without looking at him, you knew that brilliantly chaotic mind was racing, both in tension and in relief you’d all made it out okay…well, alive.

George had taken quite a fall down a flight of stairs during the mess, and it was a wonder he hadn’t broken his glasses. Lucy had escaped with a gash across her left cheek, one that would most certainly scar. And Lockwood was, though physically uninjured, shaken, to say the least. His hair, dusty and ruffled, stood on end no matter how hard he had tried to smooth it to a side, as the pair of you had waited in silence for the cab. You’d have found it hilarious, on any other day, but by virtue of the hurting fractured rib you were harbouring, the scene wasn’t too comical at all. The driver turned up the radio, for it seemed he too could sense the tightness radiating off Lockwood in the back of the cab.

“When,” Lockwood began suddenly, lowering the paper a fraction to meet your gaze, “are you going to start telling me when you get hurt during a case?”

An unreadable expression flickered through your tired eyes as they opened, and you pushed yourself out of the awkward position you’d taken up. You sat painfully however you could muster, a wince crossing your face. Lockwood simply stared, nonchalant.

“You’re sitting far too rigid,” he informed you, putting down the paper completely and crossing his arms as though studying you thoroughly. “It’s your side, isn’t it?”

He saw a scowl cross your face. “I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He ignored you. “Did you have it looked at?”

You heaved out a sigh. “I did.”

“And?”

“And what?” He sighed, running a hand down his face.

“What did they say?” He heard you grumble something indistinguishable in return and raised a brow.

“Come again?”

“Fractured rib.” you stated simply and he gaped at you for a moment. It satisfied you, somewhat, to give him a taste of his own medicine with your nonchalance, but Lockwood didn’t seem as though he was going to take this lightly.

“You—” he paused, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. It was normally you who did that. “I’m not even going to bother. Did you take anything?”

You didn’t, not with his very clear desire to leave among all the rushing DEPRAC officers; he looked as though he would explode if he remained on site any longer. “Yeah.”

The rest of the ride home was silent, bar the odd dusty cough from Lockwood, who was still brooding. He noticed your face scrunched up every now and then, but didn’t pull at it again. After all, he was just as knackered as you were. And he wasn’t in the mood for it either.

You lifted your head off the window when the cab stopped, blindly unbuckling your belt with a weak left hand. Lockwood was much faster, out of the door before you’d even shuffled in your seat. He mumbled something as he paid the driver, glancing back briefly to see you stumble slightly as you stepped out onto the pavement. You grabbed ahold of the back of that long coat of his to stay upright. He looked towards the driver with a sheepish forced smile as you straightened up, muttering him an apology.

The cab drove off, and Lockwood turned with a sigh, running his hands over his face before he looked at you. In the glow of the ghost lamp by you, he could finally see how tired you really were, lines etched into your face, your eyes weary and droopy. Concern surfaced over his own face, but he expected he looked no better, turning instead towards the house. He fumbled deep in his pocket for his keys as you grabbed the gate for support. Lockwood fished with more urgency at the sight, both in annoyance and sympathy.

Once he found them, he stood aside to let you into the house first, glancing back in search of George and Lucy. Perhaps they’d made it back already? He hoped so, because he knew George’s first move upon returning would be to brew everyone a steaming cup of tea.

You were still trudging up the steps to the front door irritatingly slowly, but he was far too gone to say anything. He followed you gradually in through the front door, flicking on the light of the hallway.

As he fumbled with the lock, he glanced over to the gap by the rapier stand where you’d all toss your boots in a pile after a case. It was empty, but you were already sitting nearby on the bottom stair, leaning against the wall as you tugged at your boots hopelessly, eyes half-open, laces still tied.

Those boots certainly weren’t coming off like that.

Some sympathy shot through Lockwood at the sight- after all, it was his fault you’d all been dragged through the hell you had today.

He sighed, putting aside for a second both his pride and indignation, crouching before you with a pat on your hand, motioning for you to stop. It didn’t take convincing. You barely reacted in your exhaust, leaning back to rest your head uncomfortably on the step behind you.

Lockwood was quick, untying your laces and slipping the boots off with gentle ease. He placed them down soundlessly, gaze travelling back up to your face, but your eyes were still closed, without a care in the world.

“You alright?” His hand brushed your arm lightly, earning a hum in return. He stood up, and loosened his tie with a hand, taking a deep breath. “Freshen up, I’ll go make us some tea.” His words were more of an order to himself than to you, a reassurance that he would find some comfort tonight, sitting in the dim light of the library with a piping cup of tea.

He nudged you again and you pried open an eye. He picked your boots up and put them by the rack, and kneeled now to untie his own boots as you hoisted yourself to your feet using the railing.

You let out an abrupt cry at the sudden strain at your side, awakening you from your sleepy trance. Lockwood nearly snapped his neck as he looked up, owing to it being the loudest you’d been in hours.

The look on your face made him freeze.

It was twisted up in utter pain, a shaking hand clutching your side. He stared simply for a few seconds, mouth ajar, until it hit him that you were still standing midway up the stairs.

He shot up, and just in time, too, because your knees buckled, and you collapsed backwards down the stairs. He lunged to catch you, but it was more of a case of you falling hard against his chest with a thud, than a graceful catch on his behalf. He muttered a curse, and he pulled you down into the hallway, turning you in his arms so he could see your face. He called your name, ignoring the sickening fire roaring in the pit of his stomach, but those tired eyes fluttered shut without even a glance in his direction. He pressed a shaking hand to your forehead.

Lockwood cursed, pushing your hair back out of your face, in an attempt to bring yourself- or perhaps himself- some sort of comfort, though he didn’t know how. It didn’t work. He shook you, maybe a bit too roughly, but you didn’t stirr, only terrifying the boy more.

But your breathing, shallow, almost like gradual gasps, unnerved him more than the events of the entire day had. He had a feeling George wouldn’t be too happy with the words leaving his mouth right now. He bit back the anxiety clawing at his chest and scooped you up into his arms.

He bared his teeth as he kicked open the living room door; you felt far too light, and it drowned him in worry further. He set you down gently on the couch, brushing your hair back again. Your hand, he noticed, lied against your side almost naturally, as if you could feel the pain even while out cold. Guilt tore at him at the idea, and he realised, after a moment or two, he was tugging at his loosened tie ferociously hard.

“Why wouldn’t you say so?” he whispered, but he knew you couldn’t hear a word. He let go of the tie, but not of his worry, and began to pace, in a chaotic pattern, around the room with such ferocity that it was a wonder the floorboards hadn’t caved in and sent him plummeting down below.

The silence was unbearable, to say the least.

He paused to stare, to watch you anxiously, clawing at his dry throat with a hand in panic. It was suffocating, terrifying, more so than he’d ever felt, and that was saying something, for he’d been through some fairly traumatic experiences over the years. He knew, logically, that he should ring an ambulance, seek help of some sort, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from where he stood rooted to the spot. He decided that he’d wait for you to wake up for a while, rather than bolt down Portland Row screaming for help, despite the urge he felt to do so.

He felt around behind him for his armchair and sunk into it shakily, eyes never leaving your unconscious form for a moment. Lockwood didn’t know how long he had waited, but he had practically jumped up out of his armchair when he heard a groan.

He thought he’d imagined it at first because you were still terribly still, as though in a deep sleep. But he saw your hand twitch by your side, and couldn’t stay away a moment longer. He kneeled beside the couch, relief finally washing over him as you opened your eyes.

It took a moment for your gaze to clear, to drown out the pounding in your head, the buzzing in your ears, and the ache at your rib. You took in your surroundings one by one, the dim lamp of the living room, the fluffy blanket over your body, the warm hand suddenly grasping yours.

The latter made you look up in a daze.

“Hey,” said Lockwood breathlessly, face inches from yours. He forced a smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “You gave me quite a scare.”

His lips tugged upwards when you stared at him clueless, piecing together your location and pain.

“Did I...”

“Pass out?” he grinned. “Yeah. And you’re in trouble, by the way, for not telling me how unwell you were. You’re burning up, so you were definitely feeling that way for quite some time.”

His words may have been scolding in the eyes of another, but you knew better.

Those brown eyes looked down at you with nothing but concern and— perhaps you were imagining it— a look of affection.

“I didn’t think it was necessary...” Your voice trailed off as you looked around again, shifting with a wince. “You were pissed enough already. I thought I could handle it.”

“Oh, you stubborn idiot,” he said. It was like a gentle coo, rather than reprimand. He reached slowly to tuck back a strand of your hair, a grin playing at his lips. “We’re all supposed to handle stuff together, are we not? That’s what I’m here for.”

You could feel colour rising in your face at the tenderness in his voice, but you were far too tired to do anything about it.

“I’m sorry, Lockwood.”

His face softened even more. “I forgive you this time,” he whispered, trailing the back of his hand down your face. “But only because it isn’t my first scare of the day. Never do it again.”

You felt the cold metal band on his finger brush along the bridge of your nose, and you closed your eyes at the touch. It was a wonder Lockwood didn’t physically disintegrate at this, as you and Lucy were so sure he would do if he was ever caught showering someone with obvious affection. It seemed almost as though this was natural to him, an absentminded action, as though he was made to caress your face with endless ease. It made the world around you, the chaos and carnage, all come to a pause. The pain in your body was forgotten, replaced with a feeling of pure bliss you’d never felt anywhere else. It was a warmth like no other, provided by the simple brush of those fingers against your features, but you were void of that warmth far too quickly.

Lockwood lowered his hand, pausing for a moment to tilt his head. He watched as your lips parted and your tired eyes opened, as though there desperate words playing at them. He raised a brow, as though asking you to go on.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, to explain the feeling of being beside him, before him, with him. You refused to pour out your heart. You’d hid it for so long, and it didn’t seem like that was going to change any time soon. Stubborn, indeed. It hurt almost, but it was a bittersweet pain, the type you’d be willing to stand for a few seconds of bliss.

He was staring at you still, and the second you became conscious of it, you forced yourself onto an elbow painfully in a bid to sit up. He was one step ahead, hoisting you up with ease, propping cushions up behind you. You leaned back, and he joined you hesitantly, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa beside you.

His face was hesitant, as though he was afraid the slightest of movements might bring you pain.

The front door swung open deafeningly with a thud, and you both jumped at the sudden sound. Lockwood was on his feet in a heartbeat, but eased at the familiar voices in the hallway. Lucy trudged into the room moments later, and shot you both a tired smile, but the mark along her face wasn’t easy to ignore.

She seemed aware of this, because she waved a dismissive hand and pulled a familiar white bag from behind her back. She saw you both light up instantly.

“You Godsend!

Lockwood took the bag from her, taking a seat by you giddily and prying it open. As he fumbled through the contents, Lucy dropped into his empty armchair, eyes on you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” She said, a look of genuine care in her eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt. “George said an officer mentioned it to him.”

As if summoned, George Karim too trudged into the room, pushing his glasses up his nose. He looked at you, wrapped in the blanket, and then at Lockwood by your side. He seemed to decide not to ask how you were, to your slight dismay.

“Arif said hello, hopes you’re both well,” he told you both (well, only you, seeing as Lockwood was more invested in the desserts at hand). He fell onto the other armchair at the far end of the room with a huff. You smiled at him playfully.

“How nice of you to ask how I am, George.” He rolled his brown eyes, but a smile danced across his face.

“I assumed you’d been taken good care of, seeing as you’re in Lockwood’s favourite blanket.”

You stared at him for a moment, baffled, before looking down at the blanket before you. It looked like any other, fluffy and warm. But perhaps that familiar smell of cinnamon and tea bags wasn’t this time coming from Lockwood, as you had assumed. Lockwood looked unbothered, instead handing you a donut and licking the leftover icing off his finger.

Lucy, on the other hand, was smirking, but she rose from her chair, brushing her hands on her clothes with the air of someone who had much to do. She bid you goodnight with a devilish simper, and George followed pursuit, muttering something about backfiring cases and a lack of sleep.

Lockwood, again, seemed far too busy to care, yamming down a white donut as though he’d been held as a hungry captive for days.

“Why’d you get the first pick?” You asked playfully, taking a bite of your own donut.

He looked at you as though it was ridiculously obvious.

“Because you owe it to me after the heart attack you gave me earlier!”

“I thought you said that was forgiven?”

“Forgiven, yes, not forgotten.” He wiggled a brow and grinned at the laugh that left you. Lockwood leaned back against the sofa, and the room was pulled into a silence again, a comforting, homely one.

He glanced sideways at you again, and yet again a grin spread over his face. That casually dashing one, his signature look.

“Tea?”

“Absolutely.”

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader angst #bring back lockwood and co #cameron chapman #george karim #lucy carlyle #ruby stokes #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #netflix #fanfic #jonathan stroud #lockwood and lucy

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Downtime | 141 Monster AU | Kat

Summary: After a grueling mission, the men of the 141 (and their newest member to join their band of merry monsters) are finally able to indulge in some downtime. Of course, Soap and Kat can’t just play nice for once.

Notes: Introduction of one of my OC characters into the 141 Monster AU made by the lovely @cyber-nya ! I’ve been obsessed with it for so long now and I just have to play around with it. Kat’s monster form is based on one of my tattoos (can include the design for those interested). Possible rivals to lovers??? IDK, do they have potential??? Never written for CoD, still getting a feel for the characters, plz be gentle ;w;

Pairing: (Platonic) OC x 141, potentially leading to future Soap x OC??

Warnings: Fluff.

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

Next: Fear Responses Pt. 1

Soap couldn’t have been more relieved to get the news that their squad will be given several days to rest and recuperate after their most recent mission. It was by no means a difficult or dangerous one, but dear lord did it seem to drag on forever. Weeks of dragging their sorry asses through thick mud and jungle in pursuit of their target, trying to find where the bastard was hiding the people he’d taken hostage. Intel was practically non-existent throughout, so there was an unbelievable amount of footwork required, even with the help of a handful of scouts who had accompanied them.

So to know for certain that they’ll have the next few days to rest their aching bodies is enough to have their whole group breathing a collective sigh of relief. There’s still plenty of paperwork to do and exercise routines to follow, but it also provides plenty of opportunity for napping and engaging in hobbies.

Gathered in their small bunker on base, the group are all doing their best to make the most of their precious downtime. Gaz is sat at the table, leaning back into his chair while he taps away at his phone, scrolling through some sort of social media site. Originally, he’d tried to get away with putting his feet up on the table, only to be met with Price’s patented Look of Disapproval. Suffice to say, his feet were hastily removed with a quite “sorry, sir,” and a sheepish grin.

The captain just shakes his head before returning to the report he is in the middle of reviewing at the other end of the table.

Across from them, on the rather run down (but still surprisingly comfortable) sofa, Ghost is silently reading. From a glance, it looks to be a mystery novel of some kind, and the spectre seems to be entirely drawn in by the plot. So, of course, Soap just has to disturb the peaceful moment.

With his hair still slightly damp from the shower – the third one of the day, because somehow there is still mud in places mud should never be – Soap plops himself down on the couch on the opposite end from the Lieutenant. He ensures to stretch himself out as far as possible, taking up the entire space and resting his legs directly across Ghost’s lap.

He receives a fierce glare or his efforts, having broken the man’s concentration, but Soap simply offers up one of his winning smiles in return. Ghost rolls his eyes so hard that he briefly worries they may roll right out of their sockets, but eventually concedes defeat with an irritated sigh, returning to his novel.

Satisfied and very comfortable with his current position, Soap begins to search the room with his eyes, attempting to seek out the newest member of their curious group. It doesn’t take him long – he'd somehow managed to overlook her presence when entering the room – and he finds her sat quietly on the rather shabby rug.

A demon cat.

Soap had laughed when they’d been introduced, assuming this was some sort of joke Price was pulling. Only, it wasn’t. He was being dead serious about there being a freaky, demonic cat being added to their squad.

She looked normal enough when using a human form, nothing to tell her apart from any other regular woman, but her scent betrayed her. The rest of the group didn’t seem to take notice of it, but his nose had immediately flared when he caught the distinct smell of cat. He saw hers do the same, eyes widening slightly and her body growing tense.

A hellhound and a demon cat. Whatever higher up decided to put them together was either having a laugh or was a complete idiot.

‘Kat’ was her callsign. How original.

For weeks, there had been a tense standoff between the two of them, and it had only grown worse when they began to run actual missions together with the team. She was an infiltration expert and, admittedly, was brilliant at what she did. After all, you’d have to be paranoid to think that the stray cat wandering past your compound was actually a British spy.

But whenever her form changed and Soap found himself looking at a tiny, defenceless cat, he couldn’t help the way his heart thundered with excitement. Blood, hot like magma filled his body and his instincts chanted with excitement, “run, chase, hunt, kill!” It was only natural, but unfortunately, put a great deal of distance between the two of them.

It had taken months more before she had finally been comfortable enough with allowing the team the chance to see what she truly looked like. Not a human, not a regular looking cat, but her natural, demonic appearance.

It was completely normal for her to have reservations about showing herself to them. Only recently they were complete strangers, and while battle forms powerful bonds between squad members, it’s still a huge display of trust for any non-human to let others see their real form. It was clearly nerve-wracking for her but she still followed through in the end, shifting into a new body and sitting patiently before them.

She was... well, to use Ghost’s exact wording, “the ugliest fucking cat I’ve ever seen.” There was not a single patch of fur to be found, only pale pink skin covered with wrinkles. But the part that really drew Soap’s attention were the eyes, completely blacked out, entirely lacking any visible irises or pupils. They were just black pits, staring back at them like the abyss itself.

Her response to Ghost’s rather blunt statement is an open-mouthed hiss, showing off her surprisingly sharp fangs and the forked, serpent tongue hiding behind them. Obsidian eyes narrowed, she stalks toward him, rumbling out a low growl. Fortunately, before anything could happen, however, Gaz was crouching down and informing Kat of just what a pretty sphynx she was, gently stroking the patch of skin between her ears.

When the man stands up again, Kat proceeds to wind around his ankles, purring loudly and rubbing her cheek against his legs to share her scent with him. For some reason it causes Soap to momentarily bristle, the hound inside him growling possessively at the sight of someone else marking his squad mate with their scent.

Kat’s revenge on Ghost comes later, when she shifts into a large, white cat and proceeds to go to town rolling all over his black clothes. To this day, Ghost still finds the occasional white strand stuck to his shirts. He now appreciates that their team mate prefers a hairless form.

And now, she’s sat just away from Ghost, head shifting slightly every now and then as she watches the little tendrils of darkness that sway around the man’s body like branches in a soft breeze. She stands, eyes widening slightly as she narrows in on one little tendril in particular. It’s languidly moving across the floor, back and forth as Ghost focuses on his book, seemingly oblivious to the danger he’s in.

The demon crouches, creeping a few steps closer – and Soap can’t help the grin that threatens to break out when she proceeds to do that cute little butt wiggle all cats do when lining up a target – before pouncing. She grabs a hold of the tendril, attempting to pin it down as it writhes and flails, yet surprisingly, Ghost doesn’t even twitch.

Apparently, he’d been paying attention after all.

Kat rears back, changing tactics. She begins whacking at the tendril with her paws like it’s a dangerous snake, hissing as she attempts to subdue the beast. Her claws must still be retracted, because she’s not actually doing any damage and Ghost doesn’t seem to be concerned. When the tendril suddenly shifts, the cat near enough shoots into the air, startled by the abrupt movement.

Before Soap can laugh at the reaction, Kat pins him with a glare, lips curling rather grumpily. She abandons the assault on the inky appendage and instead presses her side up against the lieutenant’s leg, looking up at him with a questioning mewing sound. The man in question looks down at Kat from under his book, staring at her for a long moment, before sighing heavily, as though the very life is being drained from his bones (not that he has any life to drain in the first place, being a ghost and all).

Ghost shoves Soap’s legs off of his lap, earning a deeply insulted gasp. It’s followed by an even more dramatic one when Kat leaps up off of the floor and onto Simon’s lap, claiming the area vacated by Soap’s legs. She turns around twice in place, before settling down, curled up in a little ball.

“Thought ye didn’t like cats, L.T.? Not goin’ soft are ye-”

“Shut up, Soap,” Ghost grunts back, effectively cutting him off with his gruff tone. He returns his eyes to his book, his free hand automatically reaching out to rest on the top of Kat’s head. She’s tiny in comparison to the hand of death incarnate, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered, quite the opposite it seems, for she lets out a soft purr, leaning up to scent the gloved hand above her.

“Oh, ah see how it is. When it’s me layin’ in ye lap then it’s all “fuck off, Soap,” but when she does it-”

“She don’t smell like a bloody wet dog.”

Soap puffs up a little at that. “Well, tha’s just rude,” he grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, “least I don’t look like a wee goblin.” He attempts to put his legs back on Ghost’s lap again, this time on either side of Kat, but she’s vicious in her defence of her new resting place.

Every time a foot gets within range, Kat is swatting at it with a paw, ears pinned back as she spits and hisses. Their battle rages for several minutes, only drawing to an end when Ghost grows tired of being in the middle of the cat versus dog fight and swats away Soap’s invading legs.

“Leave the cat alone, sergeant.” Ghost doesn’t bother looking up from his reading, his other hand returning to petting the feline pleasantly curled up in his lap. He scratches the underside of Kat’s chin and the demon’s eyes slip closed in bliss, purring growing steadily louder. When her eyes open again, she fixes Soap with the smuggest little grin he’s ever seen.

“Cats,” Soap huffs.

Kat just hisses back at him, clearly returning the sentiment.

#writing #call of duty #COD #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #canon x oc #fluff #141 monster au #sergeant kat

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Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

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PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020 blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

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Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

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Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

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favonius-captain · 3 years ago

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:D congrats on 250 tien!! Your writing’s amazing, and you were the closest one to make me swoon for tortaducks

Anyways, my request!

Zhongli, latte, iced black tea, coffee frappe, nitro cold brew please

↷ ⿻ — broken contracts

₊ summary : agent au, enemies to lovers, fluff, competition rivalry

₊ characters : zhongli x gn! reader

₊ reader : gender neutral

₊ genre : it was supposed to be just fluff/crack, but it evolved into hurt/comfort ,,, i am so sorry

₊ warnings : mentions of injuries, blood, some swearing

₊ notes : this fic fought me at every moment ,,, i am so sorry this went SO OFF RAILS and so off prompt ,,, u deserve so much better but i could not with this fic [ head in hands ]. i dont know how to zhongli. this is ,,, a mess. i am So Sorry

₊ masterlist & event

#. I

zhongli works for a secret organization called the archons which is essentially a super secret government-sponsored agency that deals with secret problems (idk man)

and you’re a vigilante: an ex-archon, who now runs around and tries to do the “less important” issues that the archons never focused on - you work on your own accord

you left due to some of the corrupt visions that the archons have done; you packed up your bags and left

you never did much; only little things to stay off of the archon’s radar

it isn’t until later that you get a call from the archons and they give you an offer: go on one last mission for them, and they’ll leave you alone for good

it’s too good of an offer to pass up

however, you don’t realize that you’ll have to be working with someone else for an undercover mission

(more utc)

“y/n,” ei, another archon, says as you walk in. “welcome back.”

“i’m not here because i want to be, and we both know that,” you snap back. “what do you want from me?”

ei’s false smile falls, but it’s quick to come back up.

“hold on, your partner is still coming in. he’ll be in shortly.”

now you know zhongli; you two trained together. and although you were never close, you two spent years together as classmates training with each other

you were as close as the training program allowed you to be; the training program was nothing short of brutal, to the point that the initiation program was even nicknamed the “archon war”

and at the end of it, very few of you remained

you weren’t allowed to make friends; it was compromising to the program, but you were as close as it allowed you to be

and he was always kind to you. that hasn’t changed

but there’s something - different in his eyes, this time

it’s colder. and although he tries to hide it, you’ve seen this man in the most brutal of training programs. you’ve seen him through thick and thin

you see through this

things aren’t the same as before. so you keep your conversation short

you two both fly out to your mission site, and neither of you say much on the flight

“so,” you say. “it’s been awhile, huh?”

“it seems so,” he says. and although his tone is polite, you can see the stiffness in his posture. it’s only come from years of knowing him; years of training together. “hello.”

it sounds more like a rejection than a welcome.

#. II

you catch on pretty quickly about the fact that he doesn’t seem happy you’re there

so you keep your interactions short

you both are tasked with stealing something very important, called the gnosis from a criminal faction called the fatui

you dislike the fatui (which is the only reason you agreed to work for the archons again), and zhongli’s trying to just follow orders

which requires you to actually … work together

at first, zhongli is very determined to work alone

he’s used to solo missions: he’s not used to working with others. archons never do

at first, he plans on doing the mission mostly alone, and letting you take credit. he would prefer it over having to actually work with you

unfortunately, you’re also a hard worker, so you don’t just let him work alone

“i can do the work on my own,” he says, as you join him at the table while he is pouring over files.

you shrug, filling up your mug. “i’m sure you can. but you don’t have to.”

he doesn’t reply to that.

you don’t exchange many words. you don’t have to.

#. III

it isn’t until the morning before your heist do you have a real interaction that isn’t just sitting and pouring over files

it’s been awhile since you’ve had to wear the formal archon armor, and you’re struggling

“may i help you with that?” zhongli asks

and although you don’t want to admit you need help … you need help

so he helps you strap in your armor

and if his fingers linger a little longer, and if he flinches a little as if it physically hurts to touch you, you pretend to not notice

and then you both are ready to go

zhongli’s 100% emotionally aware. but he is also a master of ignoring his emotions

so he doesn’t say much

and the coldness is still in his eyes. you can see it

so you depart without another word

however, the heist goes wrong

horribly wrong

you end up getting hurt. really hurt

and part of the ceiling crumbles, effectively leaving you and zhongli trapped

zhongli has to call for backup but that means you and him in a closed area for a long time

and the silence grows unbearable

it’s never been like this; you were never friends, but you had always been able to talk to zhongli. he’s been the closest you’ve ever had to a friend

or even if not a friend - he’s just the only person you’ve ever had

you slide down against the wall, huffing a breath. “guess we’re trapped.”

he doesn’t reply, instead, standing stiffly, instead, trying to shake the walkie-talkie into working.

“typical archons. can never follow through,” you say, with a huff.

“you’re the last one to talk.” the words are sharp - and biting. his tone is mild, but it’s cold enough for you to hear the anger behind it.

“pardon?”

“you left the archons.” his voice raises - only slightly, but it’s zhongli. you know it’s enough that it means he’s mad. “you broke a contract.”

“still on about your contracts, huh?” you ask, with a huff. “contracts mean nothing when it comes to working for shits like the archons.”

his eyes are stone cold. “you broke an agreement. you left.”

“and so what if i did? the archons don’t give a shit about the common people. if they did, we wouldn’t be here trying to steal some rare object, and instead working on the real problems to help others.”

“you left the archons,” he repeats.

and then, softer:

“you left me.”

that makes you pause

because it’s a fracture in his composure - in his carefully held mask that’s been drilled into him since day one

and it’s then; only then do you realize that while he was one of the only people you had -

you were also one of the only people he had too

#. V

it’s been a year since that moment, and you’ve heard of a new vigilante in town, who’s rumored to be an ex-archon

he’s only done small things; stealing back an old lady’s wallet. stopping a car chase. small things

you see him once while you’re doing your patrols, looking for people to save

and he’s sitting alone on a building. and you know it’s him right away

hello

#zhongli x reader #zhongli #rex lapis #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin imagines #: t writing #this is #such a mess #i am So sorry #i just ... cant zhongli

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blushiinghoney · 4 years ago

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"broken arm" | c.d

summary: you have a broken arm.

content: a broken arm, makeouts, a pouty cedric, fluff, masturbation, dirty talk, some degradation (idk), smut, banter, teasing, pet names, sexual activity, house neutral

warnings: NSFW 18+, injuries (just a mention but i thought i should warn), sexual content, curse words, poor attempt at writing smut, bad english

if i missed any kind of warning or content please let me know!

a/n: i- i'm sorry tbh, i had this prompt in my notes and just wanted to do something about it, it's my first time writing smut so don't expect much, but let me know what you think. again, i'm sorry

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, you can check it on MY ao3]

It was an accident how you had broken your arm. You'd been cleaning some things in your dorm, had tripped on a random shirt on the floor, and put your arms in front of you to not fall on your face, turns out it was a big mistake. Madame Pomfrey had fixed it the best she could but still put a bandage on you and told you not to put a lot of work on it for at least a week.

So you spent the last few days frustrated, to say the least. Cedric was a very attentive boyfriend, taking care of you, making sure you didn't work too hard, always taking care of your needs. And being the amazing person he is, in the past days, has not let things escalate to anything more than a makeout session, saying he didn't want to hurt you by accident and since you wouldn't be like this for a long time he just decided that waiting would be the best option. In any other circumstances, you'd swoon over his behavior but, Godric, you just wanted some fun with your boyfriend. It had been too long.

There you were again, in his Prefect bedroom - since he had the room for himself it was a better place to be alone than your shared dorm room. Both of you in his bed, you're laying down and him on top of you between your legs, leaving kisses on your neck and then kissing your lips like he was a starving man. One of his hands was gently holding your bandaged arm above your head, just to make sure you wouldn't move it too much and end up hurting yourself.

In the heat of the moment, you ground against each other, you could feel him hardening against you. In a tentative movement, you reached under his shirt, wanting to touch and feel his warm skin, your fingertips grazed his nipple, a place where he was very sensitive. But then he noticed you were getting ahead of yourselves and pulled back.

"Darling, please, let's calm down, hm? How about we watch a movie?"

"But Ced, I want you, please. Wanna touch you"

"Darling, believe me, there's nothing more I want than to ravish you. You look so pretty when you're under me. But we can't, don't wanna hurt you"

"Argh, we talked about this, but fine, if you don't want to, then I'm gonna do it myself", you said, he looked at you with wide eyes. He tried to say something but you sat up pushing him away so he wasn't touching you anymore. Then you rearranged your position so you were sitting against the headboard of the bed, and opened your legs, giving him a nice view of your panties.

"B-bunny, what are you doing?", he tried to reach for your thigh, but you slapped his hand slightly.

"Nu-uh, I gave you an opportunity, you said you wouldn't, so now you don't get to touch me", you took off your panties, throwing them on the floor, and with your good hand (how glad you were that the hand you hurt was not your dominant) reached for your cunt.

"You've been denying me like you're the one who sets the rules, and I've let it slide because you had your best intentions in mind", you sighed as you grazed your clit with a finger, "but I think I need to remind you to who you're talking to, don't you think so pretty boy?"

Your fingertips traced your folds, you looked him in the eyes as you got your, now, wet fingers and brought them to your mouth tasting yourself, mostly just to tease him as you knew he loved the taste of you but couldn't do anything about it.

Out of his mouth slipped a whine, "Bunny, please-"

"Tsk, I haven't done anything and you're already begging. How pathetic of you sweetheart"

He tried to reach for you again, but you still slapped his hand away.

"Let me touch you, please bunny"

"No. This is what's gonna happen, since you've been so keen on not touching me, you're not allowed to do it. But since you've been a good boy and haven't touched yourself because of me, I'm letting you come tonight, how does that sound baby?"

He whined again, such a pathetic boy, all worked up with the idea of cumming even if you wouldn't touch him. Just because you said he could.

"Sounds nice bunny, wanna come for you"

How cute. You smiled at him and told him to get himself undressed. As he did you couldn't help but look at him, his toned muscles, his abs, his strong legs, fuck, wasn't he a lovely sight to see. So lovely that you moaned in approval, the sight of him and your fingers in your cunt was a dangerous combination.

As he finished he stood near the bed, waiting for instructions. He was such a good obedient boy. How you loved him.

"Come here baby, get on your knees, on the bed", as he moved you saw his cock bouncing slightly, touching his belly, it was all red and shiny from the precum, he was already so worked up. You knew him well enough, he was already close to cumming, he was just as desperate as you, having not touched each other in what felt like forever really took a toll on you.

He sat just like you instructed him to. A bit far from you, so he wouldn't touch any part of you, not even your feet. With his hands on his tighs waiting patiently for you to tell him he could finally touch his cock. His submissiveness was so attractive.

You rubbed your clit, just the way you liked it, moaning at the pressure. You looked at him, he was fidgeting but still obediently waiting.

"Fuck, Cedric, I'm so close baby", you entered your fingers, they weren't as long as his but it felt nice having something inside you after so long. "Wanna be a good boy for me and touch that pretty cock?"

He finally wrapped a hand around it, pleasuring himself. He threw his head back in pleasure. "B-Bunny"

"So needy, you look so pretty when you touch yourself like a desperate whore", his cheeks reddened, and his hand started to move faster. "Oh, my pretty boy hasn't touched himself for a minute and is already so worked up", only moans would come out of his mouth.

You started to move your fingers faster, switch between pumping your fingers inside you and circling your clit. Just the sight of him drove you insane. You were almost over the edge, he just had to cum first.

"Cedric, Cedric, fuck, I'm so so close"

"I'm close too bunny, wanna cum, please can I cum? Wanna be good"

"My baby is so polite, cum for me, be a good boy, and cum for me", his hand moved faster, his breath quickened, his moans got louder. With a few movements, he was over the edge, cum spurting out of his tip with such intensity and landing on his hand and belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Just the sight of him was enough to send you over as well. As you moved your hand faster and faster. So desperate for relief. It was when he looked at you in the eyes that your orgasm reached you. And you finished with a moan of his name.

After a few moments, taking a break to catch your breaths, you reached for him. Petting his head, and carding your fingers (that you cleaned previously in your skirt) through his hair. "You did so well darling".

"Are you hurt? Does your hand hurt?", you laughed, of course, he would still take care of you.

"I'm good darling, promise", you reassured him, "how about we get cleaned up and then watch that movie?"

"Cuddles too?"

"Cuddles too, baby"

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harryskalechips · 4 years ago

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one and done Part 3

A/N Hey guys so sorry for a late update but here we are!!!! The last part of the series! I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys enjoyed as well! Let me know what you guys think please and also also also thank you for reading!🥰🥰🥰

Side note: I’ll come back and edit my brain hurts

Harry is engaged and having a baby but Y/N is just his best friend’s little sister.

Today’s warning: We are anticipating some heavy smut in this last part. Please prepare for a spitting, spanking, choking, and hair pulling kink, Male receives oral, unprotected sex and just shit like that y’know? I think there is begging in here too LOL OMG they almost had sex outside again but that’s just so inappropriate but yeah... I think that’s all. Oh yes, Y/N rides and just loves being a horny mess hehehe

Word Count: 11k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST / Part 1 / Part 2

If there was one thing Y/N was excited about… it was her last summer of high school. As she reflected on her junior year, she was happy Harry and her were finally in a place where she could just reach out to him and be comfortable. Although they didn’t have labels, it was the last thing on their minds as they spent most of their free time together away from Ryan and any other nosy classmate of theirs. Harry also spoke about long roadtrips. Despite him staying home for college, he was excited to drive his girl to different campuses and check out new destination sites around the many different cities.

They were optimistic they would stay together in the summer yet here they are spending it apart.

Y/N was in her bedroom sitting on the floor wearing Harry’s sweater as she was staring at the pile of scattered clothes on the floor. It was July 6th and even after a month of grieving for her broken heart, she managed to still wear her ex’s sweater… only because it was the sole object that made her feel like what they had was real.

They were so on and off throughout the year and the one time they managed to stick together, it was all washed away. Too many signs telling them they were not meant to be.

But that’s the truth. Y/N thinks to herself as she wipes away a new coming tear falling down her face. Harry and her are not the cliché plot of dating your brother’s best friend. Their relationship was based on lust and ended with unrequited feelings. They are not soulmates. Y/N rests her head against the back of her bed. No matter how much you try to fight it, if you are not meant to be… that’s it.

“Are you okay?” Ryan stops by her doorway with a plate of late dinner. He was also blatantly oblivious to the fact his little sister was wearing a sweater of his best friend’s.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” She stares at him with an unamused expression on her face. Her room was a mess, her head was in places where it shouldn’t be and her heart just felt broken.

“You’ve been in a pissed off mood since last month.” he genuinely states as he walks into his little sister’s room. Maybe before he wouldn’t bother to ask Y/N how she was but the truth is, he is leaving soon and he’s a bit worried with the way Y/N has been taking care of herself.

“Is it that obvious?” Y/N sarcastically laughs as she throws some clothes away for Ryan to sit on her bed. He places his plate on her desk and takes her offer as he looks around the floor.

“You haven’t left the house nor have I seen Ness around.”

“I haven’t really been speaking to her.”

“Oh so you guys fought?”

“No, we didn’t. I just haven’t really been feeling social.”

“Y/N, you know you can talk to me right?”

“I know.” Y/N bites the inside of her cheek knowing full well that she’s lying.

“Will you be coming to the party tomorrow night?” Oh, that’s right. It’s Harry and Carla’s engagement party.

“That’s why I’m cleaning out my closet.” Ryan laughs a bit as he stands up and pats her head.

“You don’t have to impress anyone. You’re not the one getting married.” Y/N feels her throat tighten a bit as she watches him leave her room with his plate. She lets out a sigh before rubbing her face in frustration. If she had the choice, she wouldn’t go but that would also show Harry that she cares more than he thinks. It’s been a month and she had to prove that she was over him and over the deal.

After a couple hours of sulking on her bedroom floor, she finally stands up and takes off his sweater. In the corner of her room is a cardboard box of clothes that were to be packed away and stored in the attic. Without hesitation, she throws the piece of clothing and carries on with her night.

“Y/N, you look beautiful sweetheart.” Her mom waits for her at the bottom of the stairs. The sun was just about to set and it was also time for their family to drive to Carla’s home for the party everyone has been anticipating.

“Thank you.” Y/N musters a smile as she glances at herself in the mirror one more time before heading out to the car. Her mom was honestly surprised her daughter was all dressed up for the party tonight, there was something off about her but today, it felt like she had a piece of her daughter back again. Saying nothing out loud, she locks the front door and walks with the young girl towards the vehicle.

Truth be told last night before Y/N fell asleep, she knew today would be her biggest performance. All she knew is that she couldn’t wait for this day to end so she can go back and hide in her room.

“Hey mate.” Harry smirks as he offers a hug to Ryan. The party had just begun and Harry waited outside the house to wait for his best man to arrive. He was shitting his pants at the moment and the only thing that would make him feel a bit more comfortable at his own party is if Ryan was by his side -like the usual.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married, Haz.” Ryan tries to hide his disappointment in front of his family. Y/N and her parents stood behind him waiting for the duo to greet each other first. “I thought we would enjoy our bachelor era a bit you know… longer.” Harry tries to laugh as he makes eye contact with the pretty girl. Once the two pull away, he awkwardly laughs and greets Ryan’s parents.

“Carla is it for me man.” Harry tucks his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. “We’ve been together since grade school, I guess it’s time I tie her down to me forever.” Y/N’s mom laughs and pats his shoulder. The five began to walk to the backyard as she spoke up.

“Forget Ryan, I think you two make a lovely couple and are honest soulmates.” Harry glances at her and flashes a small smile. He thought having Ryan here would make him feel more comfortable but there was only one thought that was processing in his head as they walked the stoned pathway.

This engagement made him feel ten thousand times much worse knowing his in-law family wouldn’t be Ryan’s because the truth is there wouldn’t be anything much better than to have Y/N and Ryan’s parents as his too.

“Hi.” Carla approaches them with a warm smile on her face. The nude slim dress was impressive on her, especially as it made the diamond on her finger stand out more. She casually wraps her arm around Harry's waist as she takes a sip of the mango smoothie in her other hand. Although the smile on her face seemed genuine, Y/N wanted nothing more than to punch the girl’s face. If Harry was a jealous asshole, Y/N was much worse. Keep it together Y/N, please you don’t care. You don’t care.

That was the whole idea for the night anyway. Y/N has barely spoken a word since her father parked the car on the side of the road. She was even the last one to exit the vehicle because in all honesty, she didn’t want to unbuckle her seatbelt. Now, She stands beside her dad once again, shying away from the hosts of the party. Although her mom made her feel beautiful today, there was nothing more than to stand in front of the prettiest girl who has constantly been chosen over her.

“Thank you guys for coming. I’m so happy to meet you all.” Carla smiles as she turns her attention on Harry. She was happy and excited about their future. This whole night felt like a fever dream. Once more she looks at Ryan’s family and speaks up. “There’s a table for your family and dinner will be served out soon. I hope you guys enjoy” She rests her head on her fiancé but notices Y/N staring at her heels. “Are you okay Y/N? You seem a bit off.” And that statement was coming from a concerned person who was genuinely curious if the acquainted junior she got to know this year was alright. Y/N gulps as she makes eye contact with Carla. She was also very careful not to look at Harry.

“Ignore her. She’s been like that for a couple of weeks.” Ryan laughs as he turns around and glances at his sister. “This is your night but I still am wondering why you guys are getting married next month.”

Carla awkwardly smiles and waits for Harry to respond first yet she notices his eyes stay focused on his best friend’s little sister. “We just thought we should get the wedding out of the way before university starts.” Carla squeezes his palm for him to reply to.

“Don’t worry Ryan. I’m sure we’ll do everything we planned to do.” Harry smirks as he turns his back around to the music that just started to play. “Let’s walk you guys to your table, I believe the party is just about to actually begin.”

Throughout the night, Y/N did nothing more than fake a smile and applaud as speakers came to the mic and talked about Carla and Harry’s relationship. Blah blah blah. It was the same old thing really, and if she had the choice deep inside, she would wish she was the one sitting beside Harry talking about other things.

Dessert was finally available and due to the lack of activities and entertainment this party has brought to her, she waited until the line died down before she could carry her plate towards the table. She internally sighed as some of the choices were gone, leaving her to pick up a red velvet cupcake and two french macaroons on the side. Once she arrived back to her seat, her family that stayed back continued to talk about the two lovebirds. Her father and Ryan seemed to be having an amusing conversation as her mother made a new friend from the table beside them. Compliments after compliments was the only topic tonight, she really needed to take a walk around the unfamiliar neighbourhood after this.

“Guys, I’m just going inside to use the bathroom.” Her mom nods and acknowledges Y/N’s statement before turning her back once more to talk to another attendee of the party. Grabbing her purse, she excuses herself from the table and shyly walks around the party and towards the sliding door. Once she’s inside the home however, she ignores all the signs that gesture her towards the bathroom and instead makes her way to the front door. Carla’s home was pretty but not enough for her to stay.

“That’s not the washroom.” Harry speaks out as he walks down the staircase re-adjusting the sleeves of his polo. She realized the navy blue blazer he was wearing earlier today was now resting on the ottoman by the end of the railing.

“I was actually going to go on a walk.” She fixes her gaze on the painting in front of her instead of the boy casually making his way down.

“It’s a bit late, d-don’t you think.” He scratches his nose and picks up the article of clothing on the chair. He couldn’t help but stutter as his eyes followed the pink dress on the pretty girl.

“The neighbourhood seems really nice and I’m sure none of the rich families here are going to kidnap me and lock me in their basement.”

“Here.” She notices him walk towards her offering his blazer. “I would invite myself to walk with you but uh I think people would notice.” He rubs his palm against his neck and looks back at the door where the party is.

“It’s okay.” She shakes her head as she rejects his considerate offer. She continues to unlock the door before looking back at him. “I’ll be back soon. Ryan and my parents think I’m in the washroom. So if they ask, just say you don’t know. Congratulations, by the way.” She gives him a sad smile and walks out the door. He’s left speechless as he finally realizes this might be the last time things will be normal between them. “Fuck it.” He murmurs to himself as he rests the blazer behind his back and walks out the front door as well.

“Why are you following me?’ Y/N turns around carefully as she crosses her arms over her chest to keep herself warm. She was also trying very hard not to fall. Harry’s been distracting her all night, she didn’t realize she was wearing heels despite her goal to go on a night walk.

“Because I can’t let you walk around this neighbourhood by yourself!” Harry raises his voice as he tries to catch up with her. “God, I told you, you would need this.” He thoughtlessly puts the blazers over her shoulders as they walk down the slope.

“I promise you, I am not your responsibility anymore. You don’t have to be concerned about my whereabouts.” Y/N murmurs as she accepts the fabric and hugs it around her frame. Harry couldn’t help but look away from her as he heard that statement. Before everything went crumbling down, he used to pick her up and know every update from her. He used to watch out for her and just be there for her but even now, it was no longer okay.

“Who’s going to watch over you when I’m gone.” His voice is a bit more quieter now as they exit Carla’s neighbourhood.

“I don’t know. I always expected you were going to stay.” She glances at him before walking ahead of him.

“I know you’re mad and I’m sorry I had to put you through a lot.” He pulls her wrist to make her stop walking.

“How can I not be mad, Harry?” She closes her eyes, trying to not let the new formed tears in her eyes show. “You constantly choose Carla and the moment you finally break up with her. I get you and then you what… ghost me, break up with me? I don’t hear from you for 2 months only to find out you’re engaged! Fuck you.” She quickly wipes away a tear from her face. “God, I- You cheated on me! Didn’t you?”

“Y/N.” His heart beat drops as her voice raises. Never in his life has he seen Y/N this upset.

“No. It makes sense. Carla is barely even showing yet. It’s been three months and you…” She steps away from him and looks around. “I don’t know -you didn’t even have the audacity to tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

“I didn’t know how to react when you told me that.”

“Well you did.. You ignored my calls and continued to see Ryan.” She shrugs her shoulders and sarcastically laughs. “It’s fine. Now that I think about it, maybe I said it in the heat of the moment.”

“I know I messed up.” He bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. Carla has always been so familiar to me… and with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”

“Like what?” The monotone question rolls off the tip of her tongue.

“The fear I guess. I’m scared of losing Ryan, your family and um, you.” He clears his throat. “It’s just there’s so much on the line when it comes to you and me. Maybe if I tried harder, we wouldn’t be here right now but we are.”

“Well if it makes you feel better,” She takes a pause and stares directly at him. “I didn’t really mean what I said that day. You freaked out on something that was a typical post orgasm statement.” She lies.

“Why are you lying?” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Why are you trying to hurt me? You think this hasn’t been difficult enough.”

“No, I’m not lying. It’s true.” She attempts to walk again but his hand grabs her immediately letting her know, their conversation is not over.

“So you’re saying you don’t love me.”

“No, I don’t love you.”

“Bullshit!”

“Harry, I don’t even owe you an explanation!” and sometimes when you force yourself to lie too much, you begin to cry. “Fuck.” He immediately hugs her as she cries on his shoulder. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“I could never leave you alone, you know that right?” He whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms tighter around her frame.

“You have to. We can’t do this.” Y/N repeats herself as she tries to pull away. His scent is just so fucking intoxicating. It was his scent that made her drastically attached to him and now she knew like from the start, it was time to go.

“If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.” He tries to keep her in his embrace. He was rambling at this point but he had no idea what his goal was. Is he trying to persuade her to stay or to let her go?

“You made your choices, Harry. All you have to do is lie in it.” She pulls away and wipes away her tears. “We’re just these high schoolers that found a loophole in our deal. Carla though, she has always been the one for you.”

“You’re right though. I- I guess I always choose her in the end.”

“Make her happy H.” She gives a sad smile and shrugs her shoulders. Despite wanting to punch her face, Y/N knew the look in her eyes as she watched Harry. Carla was always madly in love with him and forever will be.

Harry and Y/N were just a glitch in the system.

“I hope I see you again. Maybe Christmas huh?” He looks down at his shoes as the girl gives him back his blazer.

“Maybe Christmas.” And without a word, Y/N walks back to the house leaving Harry to walk around the neighbourhood himself.

Harry and Carla had just gotten married and on the night of their reception, they announced their pregnancy. Y/N was there. She witnessed the smile on Ryan’s face, on her parents’ face and on Harry’s. Everyone was happy except for her.

The night left her to play with the food on her plate as it was her only source of entertainment. Broccoli grouped with the carrots suddenly being grouped with the steak. How about we make a snowman? To be honest, moping a bit too much at the event left her clueless to the fact the groom has been watching her all night.

It wasn’t a choice for him. Of course, he looked at other guests and spoke to Carla throughout the night but for some reason as he mindlessly ate his food and restated his vows to his wife, Y/N was the only thing his eyes could focus on. He’s been looking for her face in every room for a year and to be exact, nothing about his feelings has changed -Except tonight was the last day, he would ever feel like this again.

There were only three rules Harry gave himself tonight.

Rule 1: Don’t try and make conversation with Y/N.

Rule 2: Don’t beat the guy who offers her a dance.

Last but not least, Rule 3: Don’t tell her you love her.

And it was a success because he watched her walk out with an unfamiliar guy and come back with a flushed neck and red cheeks. He knew she totally got fucked in the washroom and all he did was take a sip of his glass as the fist on his lap began to form once again.

It’s been a week since and her whole house is a mess. She has been currently helping her brother move his things to the moving truck they rented. Her little grieving process was cut short due to the fact, things around her started to change so quickly. Ryan was on his way out of here. Harry and Carla were probably on an island, trying to make another sub baby and Ness started to come by more often.

The thing about her best friend is that Nessa understands space but she won’t let Y/N peacefully sulk for more than a month. To successfully distract her, the duo have been taking road trips around the cities and visiting different campuses together. Although it was an old plan of her and Harry’s, Y/N couldn’t help but feel delighted to have Ness back once again.

She cleaned out her room and removed all her old soccer trophies because for some odd reason, they reminded her of Harry. She even went to the measures of blocking his number and deleting pictures from their past dates off her phone.

She knew she wasn’t ready to let him go but he was now married, living in a new city with his own family. There was no other choice but to forget this shit happened.

Senior year was just about to begin for Y/N and if there was one thing she needed, it was a fresh start. No love interests, no heartbreaks. Just fun experiences before she leaves this hell hole.

After all, if you never bleed, you’re never going to grow.

3 years later…

“You’re going to be fucking late.” Ness throws a pillow at her best friend as she enters the room. “You have that plane to catch.”

“Fuck, what time is it.” Y/N murmurs as she could feel some drool on her pillow case.

“10:30.”

“Fuck!” She sits up immediately and grabs her phone. Her flight is leaving in an hour and God knows the traffic in Seattle. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!”

“Because your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up.” Ness walks out of the room and drinks her coffee. She was totally unfazed about her best friend panicking. “Relax.” Y/N gives her a death glare in return as she brushes her teeth in the kitchen. The two were very used to each other since they’ve not only been best friends for a long time but also roommates after moving to a new city.

“My brother’s wedding is in two days and I’m not even there yet.”

“Tell Ryan to choke for not inviting me, by the way.” Ness scrolls though the news feed on her phone as she casually bites into her bagel.

“Okay, I think I have everything.” Y/N walks out of her room in tights and an oversized sweater. “I really have to go.”

“You’re going to see him again, you know that right?” Ness really didn’t want to be the one to bring him up again but shit, Y/N looked like a dead zombie.

“It’s fine.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders. She couldn’t care less if she sees Harry again. “The last time I saw him, Carla and him were acting like total love birds at my mom and dad’s thanksgiving party.”

“That was like two years ago.” Ness tries to contain her laugh as she remembers their new pet names. Honey bunny and sweet treat. Oh to be in the honeymoon phase once again.

“Don’t think I forgot what you used to call Tom.” Y/N laughs as she rolls her luggage to the door.

“Shut up.” Nessa’s eyes widen as she throws a crumb at her. “That’s why I broke up with him.”

“Yeah, yeah. You better answer my call okay?”

“Yes babe, I know. I love you, take care!”

“Bye!”

And after the long haul of successfully boarding the plane, Y/N had five hours before she could finally see Ryan and his soon to be bride in Boston.

She was definitely nervous. The last wedding she attended was Harry’s and she knew full well how she badly coped with that. Not to mention how she calculated her schedule so she could “accidently” miss Ryan’s engagement party. Truth is, she doesn’t care about Harry but if there was any way she could try and dodge another awkward encounter...that’s what living in another city is for.

He also wasn’t really an ex but just a person in her life who managed to make her happy and sad at the same time. James had no idea who he was since she believed it was best to make that portion of her adolescence a secret. Just buried along with the other dreams she used to have.

After watching two movies and playing a random phone game, the plane finally landed. Y/N managed to brush her teeth and make herself look a bit more presentable after a heated run out of her apartment. Once she was at the pick up centre to grab her luggage, her heart beat began to increase signaling that she failed to neutralize her anxiety. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she walked past the crowd of people. There was a constant voice in her head screaming at her to tell Ryan her flight just got cancelled. Unfortunately, Ryan was on time as she could picture his figure right outside the window of the airport.

“Hey.” Ryan smiles as he gives his little sister a hug. He saw her a couple months ago but time still makes everything different. He’s happy his sister is finally here.

“Hi.” Y/N tucks a piece of hair behind her ear as the wind blows by them. “I see you got a nice haircut.”

“I did.” Ryan laughs as he carries his sister’s suitcase into his trunk.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married Ry! I swear to god, it was only yesterday you were complaining to Harry about his wedding.” Y/N squints her eyes due to the sun shining directly at her. She uses her hand to cover the side of her face as she lets out a joke,“Are you sure about her?”

“Meghan? Absolutely.” Ryan shuts the door as they stand there. “ I didn’t know what Haz was talking about when he told me he wanted to marry Carla but shit, when I met Meghan… I-”

“You’re whipped more than ever.” She smiles as she notices her brother’s cheeks flush. She tried to change the topic immediately after her brother said his name. “I knew Cassidy wasn’t the one.”

“Sure you did.” Ryan rolls his eyes as they sit in his car. “How about you? Any new updates?”

“No not really.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders as she puts on her seatbelt. “James and I have been together for a year now which is crazy-”

“I wish the guy could have come to the wedding, didn’t know how serious you guys were.”

“Honestly, if he didn’t have that internship at the hospital, I would’ve tried and persuaded him some more.”

“It’s okay.” Ryan laughs as he shakes his head. “Meghan found you a date already and I’m sure you’re going to be okay with it.” Y/N eyes widen.

“I was going to go stag.” She looks out the window in disbelief. It wasn’t her fault, her boyfriend was trying to get into medical school.

“Don’t worry sis. It’s a platonic date -that’s all it is going to be.” Ryan reassures her as he drives out of the parking lot.

“Let me tell James. Just in case, he might get jealous.” She pulls out her phone. “Who is this guy anyway?”

“I’m not telling you but who knows, James might fly over here just so you don’t go with a random guy.” Ryan smirks as he exits the highway.

“Who is he?”

“It’s a surprise.” Ryan tries to hide his laugh.

“Does he know you’re setting me up with him.”

“Please.” Her brother scoffs. “The guy is always too nice, he offered first.”

“Well, shit then.”

“You’ll get to know him before the wedding I promise. At least, you have company other than mom and dad.”

“So you’re going to let a random guy just sit at our table?”

“You have no idea.” And truth be told, Y/N wasn’t worried about the date Ryan and Meghan set up for her. Maybe it was one of Meghan’s family members who thought she was still single. It didn’t matter though because this event was for her brother and that’s all that was important.

“Oh my god!” Ryan and Y/N’s mother stood outside the house waiting at the driveway for them to arrive.

“Hi mom!” Y/N gives her a warm hug. “I missed you, where’s dad?”

“He’s inside with-”

“Y/N.” Y/N’s dad steps through the doorframe and meets Y/N at the steps for a hug as well. She knew her father couldn’t walk that much due to his recent hip surgery. What she didn't expect however, was for Harry to be following right behind him. “I missed you darling.”

“Hi dad I missed you more, I didn’t know Harry was here.” Y/N backs away and turns her back to look at Ryan. He didn’t seem surprised at all as he carried her luggage towards them.

“Hey.” Harry offers a small wave, seeming too quiet. He kept his hands behind his back as he observed the girl in front of him. It’s been two years and a lot has changed. Y/N thought he would still have his long hair yet it is very evident, he had a haircut as well. He also seemed much more muscular as well as the new addition of tattoos on his arm. While she stared at him, she didn’t realize Harry was noticing all the different features she had too. Her hair was longer and darker and she carried a different aura than before. She didn't look like the girl whose bedroom he used to sneak into.

“Hi Harry.” Y/N didn’t know how to start a conversation with him.

“I guess you met your date.” Ryan walks ahead of them and laughs as he continues to bring in the bags.

“Harry's my date?” Y/N asks in shock as she follows him behind. Her mom slaps her arm as Harry and their dad follow.

“Don’t act offended, You’ve known Harry since you were a kid.”

“Aren’t you married though.” Y/N turns her back and looks at Harry before facing the front again as she suddenly became distracted by the house’s decorations.

“I actually got divorced.” Harry bites his tongue right after.

“See, now look what you did. You embarrassed the young boy.” Y/N’s mom rubs his back as she murmurs to him. “I’m sorry, Haz.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, trying to act as if the topic didn’t make him feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry too.” Y/N finally looks at him once more. “I had no idea.”

“It’s been a year. That’s what happens when you marry too young.” He laughed it off but everyone ignored that statement as they all knew there was a deeper cut in his heart.

When Carla was around 5 months, she had a miscarriage and although, they claimed they would try again… there was no new announcement after that.

“Y/N, this is your room.” Ryan tries to change the topic as he scratches his head.

“Thank you.” She steps inside for a bit of privacy after a long flight. Ryan and Harry along with her parents went back to the living room to go and continue their movie.

Today is Ryan’s wedding and the house was giving her many little flashbacks of Harry’s. The family was in this foreign home and was still running around getting ready. Her mother was screaming at her dad as he decided last minute to steam his suit. Ryan and Meghan were gone which left Harry and Y/N the only victims to her mother’s loudness. The two kept quiet as her mother ran around the house doing her hair and calling relatives for updates. Y/N managed to be ready on time so it let her sit on the couch looking at the photos in which mehgan has framed around the room.

“Your dad said I should drive you to the venue now. I think they’re definitely running late.” Harry speaks up after two days of ignoring her. The truth is last night when he went to the kitchen he saw Y/N sitting down on one of the counters and maybe if it was three years ago, he would’ve spoken to her but something about now told him to go back to his bedroom. He used to feel comfortable around her but now he’s walking around her as if he was on eggshells. He was so fucking nervous.

“Okay.” She agrees with him. Harry was the best man and she didn’t want him to be late because of her parents. Y/N puts her phone in the purse resting on her shoulder as she follows him out of the house. She would’ve been a bit more calm if she didn’t end her call with James midway through their fight.

“Um A-Are you okay?” He opens the door for her as he tries not to check her out. It was definitely difficult however as the way her long hair was styled and the pretty dress she wore. Luckily for Y/N, while Harry was doing some errands at home, she managed to “observe” him in his suit.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She lets out a small smile as she realizes Harry was still driving his car back from high school. You know the vehicle they had sex i-

“Alright.” The man breaks her out of the thought as he starts the car. “I promise tonight isn’t going to be weird around us.”

“Who said it was?”

“I don’t know I guess I just assumed.” He bites his cheek as he glances at her. That’s when the déjà vu hits and he feels like he’s eighteen years old again. She keeps her eyes on the road yet she had no idea that Harry was picturing her seventeen year old self sitting in the seat beside him. One of his favourite memories to be exact.

Flashback*

“So you’re kidnapping me to go camping in the woods.” Y/N smiles as she watches the unfamiliar road in front of them. Harry takes his shades off and passes it to the girl as he notices the sun is shining much more brighter than before.

“Hey, you got permission from your parents.” He smirks at her as he keeps his hand on the gear stick.

“They think I’m sleeping over at Nessa’s.” Y/N laughs as she puts on the shades and looks at him. His cheeks turn red as he catches the sight of the pretty girl wearing everything of his.

“Is little Y/N scared of the dark?” His hand smoothly travels to her thigh.

“I am not.” Y/N chokes on her breath. It was bad enough Harry looked so hot whilst he was driving.

“I think you are.” He notices her breathing becoming a bit more short. “You and me in a tent alone in the dark.” His hand goes a bit more south, gipping her inner thigh.

“I have a surprise for you.” She blurts out. She was also seconds close to making Harry pull over to the side of the road.

“And what is that?”

“I’ve been wearing a plug and I’m ready.” The speed of the car increases a bit as he mindlessly presses his foot to the sound of her voice. He looks at her one more time before taking over the car in front of them.

“Fuck then. My baby once again proves that she isn’t as innocent as I thought.”

End of flashback*

The venue was beautiful. Ryan and Meghan chose this beautiful garden that had tulips growing everywhere. The white gazebo was obviously where the wedding would take place as the reception was only a stoned pathway ahead. Since Harry was the best man and Y/N was his date, she managed to follow him around the place as he spoke to the event planner and the maid of honour. She had a whole tour of the location as Harry spoke about the party’s process to her. Not only that, but he was an amazing date -he kept his hand on her back and introduced her to people she didn’t know.

Currently, she was sitting on the bench watching Harry talk to some familiar faces. They seemed like a few boys Ryan and he would hang out with back in high school. She was mindlessly watching him laugh and smile throughout the conversation until she didn’t realize he was already staring at her. After excusing himself, he walked back towards her.

“I’m sorry, If I’m boring yeh.” Harry rubs his neck as he sits down beside her. The wedding was about to start in a couple of hours.

“No, you’re not.” Y/N laughs as she keeps her eyes on the lake behind him. She suddenly remembers their camping trip. She shakes her head at the thought and shrugs her shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“About the wedding?” He pulls down the sleeves of his dark grey suit. She nods her head and waits for him to continue. “I’m happy Ryan is marrying Meghan. It’s funny how he thought he would stay single for long.”

“I remember him telling you that when you were engaged.” She bites the inside of her cheek. She definitely just put her foot in her mouth again. She was definitely known for that but Harry didn’t seem fazed at all about her statement.

“I mean don’t get me wrong, Weddings are a bit difficult to attend at the moment just because I know mine didn’t end well but um…” He clears his throat and faces himself more towards her. “I also got married knowing I wasn’t really in love with the girl.” Y/N finally looks at him as she watches the familiar green eyes say the truth.

“I know.” She nods her head again. “Things are different now and I hope you do find the girl that you are 100% about.”

“Yeah.” He looks at the patch of flowers in front of them. He would tell her what he thinks but he knows she’s dating someone.

“Let’s go check out your brother.” Harry stands up and offers his hand out. “I’m sure he’s wondering where we are.”

And so the event continued. Y/N’s parents arrived and so did the other guests. The beautiful girl in her wedding dress walked down the aisle and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl sitting in the crowd.

It was simple for him, he knows he’s not over her but he wouldn’t tell her that.

Would he tell her that he started coming home more after Carla’s miscarriage in hope of seeing her? No.

He definitely can’t tell her that he was hurt. He would come over to their house only to find out she wasn’t home or when he found out she was moving to Seattle for college.

After the past two years, Ryan briefly mentions her and James and he felt like he no longer had a chance. At least with her.

So standing beside Ryan as his best man felt like a total shot in the heart because Harry knew he wasted his time and lost the girl as well.

Y/N catches his eyes watching her and just for a moment, she wished things were different too.

When the reception started, Harry and Y/N along with her parents sat at one of the tables close to the bride and groom

The hosts were right however, as Harry fit perfectly with the family. Throughout dinner, he made jokes and started conversing with her parents more than she thought. Although he gave her some attention, he didn’t fail to compliment her mother as well.

The two sat together eating dessert as he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. “I’ll let you have a bite out of my brownie if I can steal a bite from your cake.” Harry smirks as he takes a sip of his glass of tequila. He wasn’t trying to get drunk but a little strong (strong) alcohol should cause no harm. Y/N casually steals the glass from his hand and takes a sip as well.

The two were finally much more comfortable with each other after spending the day side by side. Harry laughs as he takes his fork and steals a bite of her cake. The red velvet flavour melting in his mouth as he watches the girl swallow the rest of his drink.

“Sorry, I’m a bit quenched.” Y/N laughs as she puts the glass down and stabs her fork back into her cake. His fork immediately swats hers away.

“I’m not done with my bite.” He teases her as he pulls the small plate towards him. Y/N mouth drops.

“You guys fight like children.” Her dad speaks up and smiles at the scene in front of them.

“He asked to steal a bite but he stole the whole plate.” She laughs as she watches him shove numerous tiny bites in his mouth. Y/N mom laughs as she smiles at the cheeky boy.

“I said you can have some of my brownie but you proceed to finish my drink.”

“You seem a little drunk anyway.” She lies as she leans forward to take the brownie from his plate.

“Want some shots.” Harry blurts out as he finishes the dessert. “You finished my drink so I’m heading back to the bar… you still might be a bit quenched.”

“Okay.” She laughs as the two excuse themselves from the table.

“Do you remember the scrunchie on my wrist and you called me out on it.” Harry slowly dances with Y/N as the night continues on. The event was almost over but all the attendees were on the dance floor dancing to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. As a proper stellar date, Harry didn’t hesitate to ask the girl for a dance as he knew last time he missed out.

“I know you stole it.” Y/N laughs as she unconsciously rests her head on his shoulder. The truth is when in doubt, Y/N always drinks a bit more than usual. It seems whenever Harry is around, she can’t help but be drunk.

“Oh really?” He pulls away and laughs. “I was going to tell you an old story but you already know.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she looks at the people surrounding them. Nobody was shocked to see how close they were dancing. Everyone was in their own little bubble and maybe if Y/N and Harry didn’t break the ice or drink a bit, they would definitely not be as bold as they are right now.

“No! You have to tell me now.” Her eyes widen as she readjusts her hands on her shoulders. Harry smirked at her anticipation as he willingly rests his hands back on her waist.

“It was the first night we made the deal.” He whispers quietly hoping no one would hear them. “It was on your vanity and I took it after you sleepily threw my clothes at me.” They both laugh at the old memory.

“I saw you wearing it during the game.”

“So did you always watch me back then? Probably just wanted to get into my pants.” Y/N cheeks flush as she hides her face away from him.

“You’re acting as if I never caught you staring right back at me.”

“True.” he twirls her around. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you after that deal you offered.” Y/N immediately pulls away after he hears the statement roll of his tongue.

“Harry, I know tonight has probably been the most normal conversation we had with each other but… We can’t go back there.” She walks off the dance floor, making him follow her without hesitation. Instead of going back to their table however, she makes a b line to the unlighted pathway of the garden.

“Hey, don’t go. I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” He unbuttons the top of his vest seeing his blazer was still on his chair. “I spoke about fight club-”

“You remember that?” Y/N slows down her speed and turns around. “It’s been three years and you still remember it?”

“Why don’t you?” Harry turns his back around to notice the bushes covering them from the rest of the party.

“Of course I do but you got married and moved away. I just thought that would slip your mind.”

“Well it didn’t.” He musters up a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. “Look, can we go back to the party and pretend I didn’t mess this up.”

“It’s not about you messing up H. It’s the fact that I still get flashbacks of you and I -and seeing you here again is making me feel like the past three years didn’t happen.”

“I didn’t see you during Christmas.” He blurts out as he watches her sigh. “Any holiday except thanksgiving to be exact.”

“Well, I moved to Seattle and couldn’t book a flight home every time of the year.”

“Carla is dating someone new.” Y/N nods her head. “And I’m still not able to get you out of my head.”

“You might just ghost me next time around.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh as she tries her best not to trip over herself as she walks a bit further into the pathway.

“I told you I regret doing that.” He continues to follow her. “It’s been three years and you’re still mad about it.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just saying whenever it’s you and I, you tend to ghost me and run back to Carla.”

“If it makes you feel better, I could give a fuck less what Ryan thinks of us. It’s why I asked him if I could be your date.”

“I have a boyfriend Harry! An actual boyfriend who waits for me after work everyday. A boyfriend who actually replies to my calls-”

“He hasn’t even met Ryan or your parents!”

“And-”

“Look Y/N, all I’m saying is I don’t care about this fucking guy!” Harry sternly walks towards her until he backs her up to a wall of vines.

“Then why are you trying to talk about our old memories and shit like that.”

“Because,” He pauses as he thoughtlessly rests his hands on either side of her head. “I fucking care about you. The moment Carla had a miscarriage and she needed me the most, I needed you! I didn’t realize I let you go the moment I went back to her.”

“Harry…”

“So it’s true, you didn’t love me.” He pulls away but Y/N brings her hands up to his face to keep his eyes on her.

“Of course, I did.” Y/N cries as she shakes her head in disbelief. “Why would you think that would be true? You called me out on it before.”

“I came back every couple of months hoping to see you at home with your parents. You were always gone.”

“Did you actually?”

“Fuck.” He pulls away and runs his hand through his short hair. He swore he would never tell her this. Is this how desperate he is now. “Yeah, of course I did. I knew you would leave for college but I wish I knew from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not even your fault.” He laughs as he hugs her. “I want you back.” His arms wrap around her much more tightly than before. “Please.”

“James-”

“Do you love him?”

“Harry, don’t ask that?”

“No, I want to know.”

“Well I don’t know because after what you did-”

“Then you still love me.” He looks up at her in hope she would say yes. Just admit it, please.

“Okay and if I do -what do I do now? I like James and although it hasn’t been long I’m sure something will change.”

“Can’t you see?” He directs her back to the wall of vines. “You were always mine the same way, I was always yours.”

“The loophole of our deal.” She mumbles out loud as her hands mindlessly hold onto his forearms.

“The deal has always meant more to me than it should’ve.” He whispers as the sound of music and distant chatter is the only thing they can hear.

And I want to tell you everything

The words I never got to say the first time around

And I remember everything

From when we were the children playing in this fairground

Wish I was there with you now

If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you

Drive highways and byways to be there with you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

“Just kiss me already.” Y/N watches him as she lets out one more breath. Without hesitation he kisses her as the grip on her waist tightens. Y/N’s hands immediately play with the curls that reach the nape of his neck.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His soft lips rub on her left cheeks as he rubs himself on her. His hands begin to wonder in disbelief that she’s in his arms again. Her scent clouding his thoughts that they haven’t even noticed they’re still at a party.

“I want you.” Her hips raise itself on him as she rests her back on the cement behind her. “Harry, please.”

“We’re going home.” He bites his lip as his eyes darken. Without even thinking of what others would say, he mindlessly holds her hand as they walk out of the secluded space. The two didn’t bother telling anyone they were leaving the party as he basically dragged the poor girl to his car.

“Do you even know how to get inside Ryan’s house.” She giggles as she keeps herself close to his arm. He takes his blazer and rests it on her shoulders back like a few years ago.

“I have my ways.” He smirks as he helps her inside the vehicle.

This whole event felt like déjà vu. The wedding, the car ride, the quick secret escape from a party just to have sex. If there was one thing Y/N and Harry were good at, it’s probably how good they were at keeping themselves as a secret.

“I’ve missed you more than I thought.” Y/N bites her lip as she rests her head on the seat, watching Harry drive.

Him in his suit too focused on driving them home made her want to fuck his brains out. Truly.

Harry’s cheeks flush as he takes her hand into his. “I’m no longer that frat boy you used to know. I’m much nicer.”

“Oh really, in what ways?” she smirks as she eyes the growing bulge in his pants.

“I promise you won’t be able to leave my room tonight that’s for sure.”

“Then I’m happy.”

Moist air, dark night, and bodies clinging to each other as Harry struggled to open the front door. As the groom’s best friend, of course he had keys to his house. Y/N couldn’t help but keep her hands on his slim torso as there was something about just holding them that was driving her crazy.

“Fuck, your parents are going to wonder where we are.”

“I don’t fucking care.” Y/N licks the side of his neck before running inside. She’s trying to laugh quietly as she attempts to take off her heels. Harry being the responsible one, he texts Y/N’s dad they went home. Afterwards, he stops by Y/N’s room to lock it before he follows the girl into his room.

Once he locks the door, he realizes Y/N managed to take all her clothes off as she laid on his bed. “For fuck’s sake.” He mumbles to himself as he forgot how horny and crazy Y/N can be. He rubs the slight stubble on his chin as he watches the girl bite her lip and roll in his sheets. “You’re such a little devil aren’t you?”

“Like I said I missed you.” She fakes her confidence as Harry crawls up to meet her on the mattress. His finger takes the lip out between her teeth as his lips move forward to kiss her once again. His goal was to lay her down and kiss her naked body but it seemed like Y/N had other plans in mind. Her arms push him away as she kneels on the mattress. Keeping her eyes on him, she unbuttons the rest of his vest before spreading her palms over where his heart beat. Harry is speechless but the moment she began to unbuckle his belt he had to say something.

“Oh I see.” He smiles as his hand holds Y/N’s chin to his face. “I thought my girl really did miss me but it seems like she missed my dick a bit more huh? You want it?” He grips her face a bit harder as her hands maintain on his waistline. She nods shyly as she tries to continue her action.

“Fine, do what you want but I’m not done with you yet.” His voice softens as his hand immediately brushes the soft hair away from her face. His green eyes watch her drool over him as she unzips his pants. His hands on the flip side continued to remove the white long sleeve off his body. “Take it in your mouth. I know you’re dying too baby.” Y/N cheeks turn red as her tongue peaks out to kiss his hard cock. The funny thing is, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him despite being a horny mess. Sex was never the same if it wasn’t with harry and that was a fact because the moment she put him in her mouth, he pushed himself harder until he could feel the back of her throat.

The constant humming and gagging sounds wasn’t enough for him because the moment he pulled himself out of her little wet hole. He pulls her hair harder to keep her eyes on him. Without even hesitating, he spits in her mouth and puts his dick back in. From the way Y/N’s eyes rolled back, he knew full well that this was his girl and some things don’t change...especially the way she reacts to him.

“Are you going to let me fuck your mouth baby?” He moans quietly as he softly strokes her scalp. “How many times are you going to make me cum huh?” Y/N chokes a bit as he thrusts himself at a faster rate. “Always so pretty aren’t you dove?” He pulls himself out and slaps her tit. “What do you want me to do?” He whispers as kisses her lips once more. His mouth thoughtlessly kisses down the side of her neck as his hands press and grope on her tits.

“I want you everywhere.” His eyes watch her dilated ones as he slowly pushes her down the mattress.

“Hm, I don’t think you want to as much I thought?” He teases her as one of his fingers pops into his mouth and later into hers.

“You want me to beg?” Her tongue swirls around his digit as she lays helplessly on his pillows. “Never.”

“Never?” Harry laughs as his wet fingers pretended to walk down her body to her heated centre. “When did my baby become such a brat?” The devious smirk plays on his face as his tongue licks the side of his mouth.

“I’ve always been a brat.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to fuck you is that what you’re saying?” His hands immediately stop teasing her as he begins to jerk himself off -slowly but surely.

“I do.” She tries to sit up but his hand pushes her back down immediately. “Harry, please?”

“Is that you begging me?” He laughs as his thumb wipes a bead of precum on his dick. “I would rate that three out of ten, Extra point because good girls say please.”

“Baby...” Y/N moans out as she tries to reach for him but Harry’s hands immediately grabs them and places them above her head.

“Just beg a bit better and maybe you wouldn’t have to work so hard, love. You said it before so show me you want me.”

“Daddy please fuck me.”

“Like music to my ears.” He spreads her legs open and pushes himself inside her. “Fuck.” It’s always the condom that gets to him.

“No, stay.” She whines as she holds onto his wait. “Please, I’m on birth control and James and I don’t really-”

“What?” His eyes widen as he bites the inside of his cheek. “What did you say?”

“He’s an intern at this hospital so he’s just always been busy.” She whispers in embarrassment. Don’t get her wrong, she has sex just not as much as she thought she should.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbles as he thrusts himself a bit harder into her. “No one has taken care of you in a while huh?” He bends down and kisses her again. The soft wet licks stay longer as he hears the beat of her heart. It was beating fast just like his.

“Mhm. Please Harry just fuck me.” She cries out as she takes his fingers back into her mouth. His thrusts become harder and harder as he watches her face cry in pleasure. “Oh daddy, fuck.”

“So fucking good. You’re such an angel oh shit.” His palm immediately chokes her. He couldn’t help but watch how her tits move up and down due to the force he’s putting into her.

“Let me ride you.” Her hips thrust up and meet him. Her mouth opens wide at the feeling.

“You sure about? Sure you can still take me?” His hand gives her a little slap to the cheek.

“Of course I can.” Y/N smirks. Harry immediately pulls himself off her as he lays down on the mattress himself. “You think I’m going to let you fuck me all night long. I’ve been wanting to fuck your brains out.”

“Y/N,” He smirks as he watches her straddle him. “You think you can fuck my brains out? You seem pretty fucking confident, baby.” He flicks her nipple which makes her press herself deeper onto his dick.

“I can.” She closes her eyes as Harry watches the moonlight shine on her face.

“Yeah, then show me.” He slaps the side of her thigh more harder than before. “Fuck me. Just use me then.”

“Just promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy.” her hands slide down to his waist.

“Promise.” He bites his lip and watches their wet desperate centres meet.

And in that moment, there was nothing but lust in their eyes as they fucked back and forth. Y/N moaning as Harry continued slapping her ass. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips as well due the fact there was nothing better than feeling Y/N’s desperate pussy clenching for more.

“Go on all fours.” He cries out after a few more rounds. Y/N wasn’t lying since she definitely fucked his brain out. There was nothing on their minds other than jumping each other’s bones over and over again.

Once she’s in position, he slaps her ass once again before putting himself back in.

“Oh god, shit baby.” Y/N bites the end of his pillowcase as she keeps her hands on the headboard. “You’re so big, I can’t anymore fuck.”

“I know you have one more in you, come on baby.” He pulls her hair and slaps her ass once more.

“Fuck!” She moans out as she feels his wet spit travel down her pussy. Harry immediately thrusts harder as the sweat on his neck begins to bother him. His thrusts were becoming sloppy but he needed Y/N to cum one more time.

“God, fuck me.” Harry moans out as Y/N finally cums one more time around him. Without even thinking, he releases himself inside of her and pulls her hair harder one more time. She immediately falls down as she can’t feel a thing. Harry felt her clench around him despite his need to pull himself off her.

“Baby, you have to let go.” He kisses the back of her shoulder and grips the side of her waist.

“Please don’t go.” She cries out and wipes her tears on the pillowcase. Harry slowly pulls himself off and lays on the bed beside her. He puts himself back in and wipes her tears away. His arm pulls her closer to him as he whispers one more thing into her ear.

��I love you.”

“Glad to see you two are awake.” Y/N’s mom waits in the kitchen as she makes pancakes on the stove. “Ryan and Meghan left last night right after the reception.” She suspiciously keeps her eyes on the two as they walk together to the breakfast table. “Harry, thank you for leaving the door unlocked. We came home around one last night.” Oh shit did they hear us? Y/N looks at Harry who seems bothered as he takes a sip of the coffee in his mug.

“I didn’t hear you two.” She brings the plate to the table. “If you’re wondering Y/N.”

“Mom, it’s not what-” Her cheeks flush in an embarrassment.

“Oh please, don’t bother lying. I already lied, Harry was the one who opened the door for us.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “And Harry, don’t bother giving me an excuse. It makes sense.” She sits down with the two of them. “You always kept visiting us back home and the way your eyes watched her when she came here after her flight gave it all away.”

“Not to mention, you answering the door shirtless and Y/N not responding when we knocked on her door last night.” Y/N’s dad appears with a newspaper in hand.

“Does Ryan know?” Harry looks at Y/N and puts a pancake on her plate. Does her parents even know she’s wearing his clothes?

“Ryan saw you two leave together.” Y/N’s mom laughs. “Don’t worry, it was him and Meghan’s idea to also try and pair you guys together.”

“Wait so he’s okay with it.” Y/N speaks up after murmuring a thank you to Harry.

“Of course he is, Y/N. You guys are no longer teenagers right? So make your own choices for Christ’s sake.” Her mom states in disbelief.

“Did you know I’ve been seeing her back in high school?”

“Harry.” Y/N’s dad’s tone changed. Sounded a bit like disappointment.

“Oh god, there is more to the story?” Y/N’s mom rolls her eyes. “Alright, eat up everyone, you two have to tell us everything.”

“So this is it.” Y/N smiles as she sits in his car. The two were currently at the airport. “I had no idea, you relocated to Boston. It makes sense why you had so many things in your room back at Ryan’s house.”

“Yeah, I transferred last year. I’m hoping to finish here, graduate and then see what else I can do.”

“What do you think this means for us?” She puts her shades on as she pulls on the sleeves of her light sweater that she was wearing over her collared shirt.

“It means that this is when I ask you if you would please be my girlfriend.” Y/N’s cheeks flush and she hides her face in her hands.

“Are you for real?” She laughs.

“Yes.” He smirks as he keeps his hands on the steering wheel.

“I will be your girlfriend, Harry.”

“Good. You’re breaking up with James right.” Y/N rolls her eyes and nods.

“I’m ending it with him, the moment I land back in the city.”

“Make some space, I might move there.” He lightly jokes but there was some truth in it. Meghan and Ryan were married, there was no need for him to take up some space in their house.

“Sure, you’ll love Seattle and Ness is there too.”

“I like that. Will you introduce me to your ex?” Y/N laughs as she opens her door.

“No.” but right before she can get out, his hand pulls her back in for a kiss. Once their lips touch, he looks at her once again.

“I love you.” He genuinely states as he watches her eyes melt in happiness.

“I love you too.” She smiles and kisses him once more. “Bye, Harry.” She hugs him across the platform and kisses his cheek too. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more. Call me later tonight when you land yeh?”

“Okay.” She pouts. She had to catch a flight and be away from him for at least one more year.

“I love you okay, baby.” He kisses her forehead. “Bye.”

“Bye.” And with that, Y/N steps out of the car and watches him drive away. She has a plane to catch and he has some sheets to clean but that doesn't change the fact, they are finally together.

And everyone knows it.

Fini!

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fanficshiddles · 3 years ago

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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 1

From the imagine on imagine-Loki here.

Summary: Rosie got a job working at The Avengers tower with her cousin, Pepper. She’s only been there a week when Loki comes live there, to make up for his past deeds in New York. But this brings a lot of problems for Rosie.

Loki was her Daddy Dom. Who vanished one day without a word, leaving her completely broken and lost.

Note: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold. I’m not sure how long this story will be, I’m thinking no more than 5 chapters though. But I saw the imagine and omg I love it, had to do something with it. Haven’t written anymore of it yet but just HAD to share the first chapter so far, oops! lol.

Rosie had been working and living in the Avengers tower for a week now, it was going really well. And it was helping to keep her mind occupied, getting her back on her feet after such a rough year.

She was a PA for Stark, and the other Avengers if they needed anything too. It was helping her cousin, Pepper out a lot. As Stark was very demanding nowadays and the others were becoming that way too.

It was also good for Rosie. She’d had a really tough year. She met someone a few years ago in a BDSM club, it had been her first time there after spending months building up the courage to go. She was a little, and had been wanting to find someone that she could feel safe with to explore that side of her.

She met a man, who was charming and handsome. Kind, funny. They fell in love, or so she thought anyway. He was the perfect Daddy Dom for her, teaching her everything and looking after her. She adored and loved him so much. Which is why when one day he just vanished, it was all the harder for her.

He just never returned after saying he had to go home to visit his family, who lived in Iceland apparently. But he did that regularly and always returned to her. But not that time. To say she was heartbroken when there was not even a call or a text from him explaining why was an understatement.

His name was Loki. And it became clear what happened a few months later after his disappearance, she saw him on the news. Loki, the God Of Mischief, was trying to take over the world. She couldn’t believe it and thought she was dreaming when she realised it had was her Loki. He looked different in the heavy armour, he looked scary.

But she thought no wonder he left her, he was a God and a Prince after all. What would he have wanted with her in the first place anyway?

She had tried a couple of times to date someone else, but never made it past the first date. As they just… weren’t him. No matter how often she tried to just forget about him. It was difficult.

She’d fallen into a downward spiral, not even able to go to work. So she had lost her job and was on benefits for a while. She became really anxious and nervous.

But here, in the tower, she was trying to turn herself around again. It had been one man, even if he had been her first true love, in her heart anyway. She knew she would heal, in time. Even if it had been over a year.

Rosie had been so engrossed in sorting out some paperwork for Tony that she never noticed the newcomer coming into the kitchen. She barely even registered Thor introducing her to him. ‘This is Rosie, our PA, she’s new here.’

Not until she heard an all too familiar voice responding that sent shivers down her spine and sent her heart racing.

‘Rosie… My sweet Rose?’

There was only one person who had ever called her that.

Slowly she looked up, eyes widening, standing before her was Loki.

‘Oh my sweet Rose, you’ve done Daddy so proud.’ Loki purred gently as he cradled her in his lap.

She felt so safe and secure, curled up against him as he wrapped a blanket around her naked body. Knowing how cold she always got after they’d played together quite so intensely.

Loki rocked her back and fore softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. She was trembling a bit after her orgasms, Loki had pushed her almost past her limit, but he knew. He always knew when to stop at the right time.

He was an intense Daddy, and could be really strict at times. But he was fair and ever so kind. He had his goofy moments and was extremely playful too, which she loved. He was never angry with her, always calm and collected. Even when she misbehaved, not that that happened often.

She clung to his shirt so tightly, never wanting to let go. Loki had to carefully remove her hand from his shirt just so he could change them into a different position, getting them both under the blanket so he could have her snuggled up next to him. He knew she would fall asleep soon.

‘Daddy.’ She whispered quietly, sounding so vulnerable.

‘Yes, my little one?’ Loki asked, engulfing her small hand in his large one.

‘Can you sing to me?’

Loki smiled. ‘Of course, my sweetling.’

He began singing to her in Asgardian, but he had told her before it was Icelandic. She had no reason not to believe him, especially since he told her he’d grown up there with his parents.

But he had a beautiful voice, she always loved to hear him sing.

She felt so loved as he she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. She faintly remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead just before she fell asleep.

Thor was confused at their interaction, especially as Rosie said nothing at first. Just stared at Loki in utter disbelief.

‘No…’ She shook her head and took a step backwards. ‘You… You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ She said quietly, her voice trembling as tears came to her eyes.

‘Rosie? What’s wrong, did he hurt you?’ Clint asked upon seeing the reaction.

Rosie grabbed the pile of paperwork off the table beside her and she ran off out of the kitchen, with tears falling down her face.

Clint turned to Loki. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do.’ He snapped at him.

‘I have nothing to explain to you, Hawk.’ Loki snarled.

Natasha and Pepper saw Rosie running out of the kitchen in floods of tears, they ran after her into her room. Natasha managed to grab the door before it closed on them.

‘Rosie? Rosie, what’s wrong?’ They both asked as they rushed in to her.

Rosie threw the papers on her bed and she started pacing back and fore, shaking and crying with her arms wrapped around herself. Pepper grabbed her and pulled her down to sit on the bed.

‘Rosie, please speak to us.’ She pleaded with her cousin as Natasha sat at the other side of her.

‘It… It’s him…’ She sobbed.

‘Who? Loki? Did he scare you? I told him not to be an asshole to anyone.’ Natasha said angrily.

‘He… He’s the one. Who I dated before.’ She blurted out, making Pepper and Natasha go silent in shock.

‘But… how?�� Pepper asked.

‘I met him one night in a club. And we dated for eleven months. I was in love with him, utterly and completely. I thought he was with me too. But then he just vanished and never came back one day. Then a few months later, I saw him on the TV… I didn’t tell anyone it was him, because I thought no one would believe me anyway. And what did it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.’ Rosie blurted out between crying.

‘Oh, Rosie. I wish you had told me.’ Pepper pulled her into a hug and cradled her head against her. ‘It’s ok, shhh, shhh. It’s going to be ok.’

Natasha rubbed her back softly. ‘If we had known, we would have warned you he was coming here. I’m so sorry.’

Rosie shook her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘No… It’s my fault, I should have told you. I just… it’s a shock to see him face to face.’

Natasha and Pepper nodded in understanding.

They stayed with her for a little while, then when she told them she was ok and was going to take a shower before bed, they left her to it.

But it ended up being the longest shower ever. She kept thinking about Loki and what they had together before.

Kept thinking of when they first met…

Rosie was super nervous when she walked into the BDSM club. But after months of talking herself into it, she finally had the courage to do it.

She didn’t dare tell any of her friends what she was into or what she was doing, perhaps foolish in a way as no one knew where she was. And she was on her own. But she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Her friends wouldn’t understand.

She relaxed a tiny bit once she was there, noticing other people on their own as well. Getting a few drinks down her helped with her nerves too.

Some of the people she spoke to briefly were really nice. She met a lovely couple at the bar who asked if it was her first time there. They told her if she needed anything to feel free to ask them, not to be shy. That everyone there was really nice and friendly.

There were various demos on that she watched, there was a lot more to some scenes than met the eye. It really made her realise how on sites such as Fetlife and others, it was easy to get sucked into the wanna-be-Dom’s who likely had no idea what they were doing. Or how much safety came into it all.

‘Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink?’ A beautiful voice came from beside her when one of the demos on aftercare just finished.

Rosie turned and her breath was taken from her as she gazed up at an incredibly tall and handsome man.

‘I… I… Yeah, I would like that, thank you.’ Rosie stammered out, nodding over enthusiastically.

He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth as he put his hand out towards her. ‘My name is Loki.’ He introduced.

‘I’m Rosie.’ She smiled up at him and put her hand into his. That’s when she noticed his gorgeous hands, so big and he had such long fingers. She blushed hard when he raised her hand up and he kissed the back of it, making her skin tingle like crazy.

‘Pleasure to meet you, Rosie.’ He said charmingly.

Loki gave her his arm and led her over to a free table near the bar. She was really nervous, and Loki could tell. But he soon had her at ease, just chatting away to her calmly and making her laugh almost straight away. She slowly began to relax in his presence.

‘Is this your first time here?’ He asked after buying them both another drink.

‘Is it that obvious?’ She cringed, making him chuckle.

‘Kind of. You did look a bit like a deer in the headlights. But that’s normal for first timers.’ Loki winked at her.

‘So, I’m guessing that means you’ve been here before?’

‘It does.’ He nodded. ‘Not often, it’s probably my fourth visit. Mainly just trying to meet new people, meet anyone that may potentially be interested in a Daddy Dom.’

Rosie’s eyes widened and she suddenly fell shy again as she looked down at her glass and swallowed hard. Loki raised an eyebrow, instantly realising that she was a little. He suspected she was a sub, but hadn’t been sure about the little aspect or not.

Loki leaned forward over the table towards her a little more. ‘Let me take a quick stab in the dark here… But I am presuming that you are a little?’

Her mouth opened and closed again. Then she just opted for nodding in response instead of trusting her voice to actually work.

Loki smiled softly. ‘Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. That’s why lots of people come to these clubs, to meet their person.’

‘I… I guess so.’ She agreed.

They continued to talk for over an hour, not much about BDSM which Rosie found quite pleasant. He didn’t seem to want to jump straight in so quickly, which in turn made her trust him more and relax.

At the end of the night, Loki handed over a small card with his number on it. ‘There’s absolutely no pressure at all. But I’ve really enjoyed my night with you, Rosie. I would love to take you out on a date, perhaps out for lunch Saturday? But there’s no pressure, I don’t need an answer right now. Just text or call me to let me know. But if I don’t hear from you, that’s ok too. I totally understand.’

Rosie’s heart was racing. Could he get any more considerate? He wasn’t pressuring her at all, not asking for her number. Not even expecting her to contact him if she didn’t want to go on a date with him. Not even needing an answer straight away, what a gentleman.

Loki walked her outside the club and hailed a taxi for her, he even paid in advance for her, not taking no for an answer.

‘I just want to make sure I know you’ll get home safely. And I can’t help it, it’s the protective Daddy in me.’ He shrugged and chuckled, making her giggle shyly.

‘Thank you, Loki.’ She smiled widely at him as she got into the taxi and he closed the door for her once she was in.

He waved her off and she couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Of course, she did text him the following morning to say she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him on Saturday. If that was still what he wanted, too.

Loki replied within a minute, with a time and a place for their first date.

‘How DARE you!’ Pepper roared at Loki and launched for him, slapping him across the face. It barely made him flinch, but he clenched his jaw as he glared at her.

Everyone was surprised at Pepper’s outburst.

‘Woah, what did he do?’ Bruce asked.

‘HE is the one that broke my cousin’s heart. She was head over heels in love with you, asshole. Then you just disappeared on her, left her alone without even an explanation. No note, nothing.’ She snarled at him.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I did what was right. To protect her. She was better off without me.’

‘You did NOT do what was right. You have no idea what you’ve put her through this past year, how heartbroken she was. Still is!’ Pepper screeched.

Loki faltered. ‘Still is? Did she not find another, she’s a beautiful, incredible woman. How could she not find ano’

‘You are such a fucking idiot!’ Pepper screeched angrily and so wanted to slap him again, but she knew it was pointless.

The guys around him all put their face into their hands.

‘What?’ Loki asked, looking around.

‘That’s a low blow, man. Not even leaving her a note.’ Said Tony.

‘I… I thought I was doing the right thing.’ Loki said, looking at Thor.

Thor nodded. ‘I did not realise that your Rose was this Rosie… But yes, Loki thought he was doing right by her. He was in love with her, adored her. Never shut up about her. But when he discovered his true heritage on a short visit home, he decided not to go back to her. In fear of hurting her.’ Thor explained.

Pepper ran her hands down her face.

‘Well, you failed on that. You probably hurt her more by not at least saying you were over. You have no idea what she’s been through this last year.’ Pepper shook her head in disgust at Loki.

The team all murmured between them and left the room, leaving Loki with Thor.

For the first time in a long time, Thor saw his real brother back. He saw true emotion on his face again, sorrow and guilt.

‘I… I did not mean to hurt her.’ Loki said, still a bit confused. ‘I loved her, Thor… I do love her. I never stopped thinking about her, never loved another.’ He whispered.

Thor sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. ‘I know, brother. I know.’

Loki thought back to the first time she had called him Daddy. How much it made his heart happy that she trusted and wanted him so much…

Rosie and Loki were snuggling on the sofa together, watching some cartoons that she loved. Loki wasn’t overly fond of them, but it made her happy so he always obliged. He was just happy to have her on his lap, comfortable and relaxed in his arms. Where she belonged.

He was lightly stroking her back underneath her top, making her skin tingle. She was in utter heaven, and Loki couldn’t get enough of just simply touching her. He needed touch in some way, whether he was just holding her hand or had the tips of his fingers on her skin, he needed and craved the intimacy with her.

Loki’s fingers trailed a bit too far to her side and up a little, making her squirm and giggle.

‘Daddy, that tickles!’ She laughed and tried to grab his hand to stop him.

But he had already stopped, freezing at what she said. That was the first time she had called him that, even in little space.

The biggest smile spread across his face and he buried his face into her hair and squeezed her tightly to him.

‘Sorry, my sweet little one. I forgot how ticklish you are.’ He purred.

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comfortbucky · 4 years ago

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I asked for the doctor!bucky andd you don't have to write but I forgot to ask... He is like a really busy doctor and it surprises the female reader that he is going to do her stitches... Wanda is his assistant. He has to give you a pain numbing shot in your cut and he comforts you when you scream and writh in pain... Thanks xxx

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pairing: doctor!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of bloody injuries, medical settings, stitches, needles

A/N: omg i’ve never written for doctor!bucky before so i’m excited hehe :) thank u for ur request! // i changed around who was administering the numbing agent and doing the stitches btw i hope u don't mind, just made more sense in my head for bucky to be able to comfort her if his hands are free!

hope u enjoy! <3 sorry if this isn't that good asjdfhaldf

Y/L/N = your last name

also let me just indulge myself and sprinkle some of my own experiences in this bc a couple months ago i literally slammed my head into a wall and cut my eyelid😃nothing bad enough to get stitches but i do have a scar💗

word count: 2k

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“Y/N! Come quick!”

Y/N was digging through her dresser for a sweater when her roommate, Darcy, called out for her. She lifted her head up and spun it without thinking, completely forgetting that her dresser was situated in the corner of her room, slamming her head into the wall.

Her ears started to ring and she bent over in laughter, her natural response to pain, as tears threatened to fall down her face.

“Y/N?” Darcy was met by silence, Y/N struggling to respond, her body overcome with laughter so hard she was inaudible. Concerned that Y/N had knocked herself out cold, Darcy peeked her head around the corner of Y/N’s doorway, to find her hurled over, a hand over her left eye, drops of crimson blood on the ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N lifted her head, calming down from her fit of laughter, and nodded.

“Yeah, of course, this would happen to me,” she replied chuckling, taking a tissue from Darcy to put pressure on her cut.

Carefully making her way to a mirror, Y/N grabbed her phone on the way. She stared at her reflection and slowly removed the tissue from her face to examine the extent of her injury. It was steadily bleeding, most likely a bad sign. Y/N placed her tissue back over her cut and reached for her phone and Facetimed her friend Matt, an EMT.

“Hello- What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hi Matt,” she replied, shooting him a grin through the screen. “Slammed my head against the wall, by accident.”

“I would hope so,” he sighed. “Let me guess, you’re wondering whether you should go to the ER or not?”

“You know me so well, Matty.”

“Has it stopped bleeding?” Y/N removed the tissue and felt a warm liquid trail down the side of her face.

“No.”

“Go to the ER, please.” She groaned.

If there was one place in the world she despised, it was a hospital. But Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to convince either of her friends otherwise, and dragged her feet as she reluctantly followed Darcy to her car.

It was a normal night in the ER, which meant a fury of organized chaos. Bucky found himself needed in 6 places, all at the same time. But this was an environment that he had become accustomed to, almost finding comfort in the madness of it all. Although the ER was bustling with patients, there weren’t any injuries that were very severe, mostly just broken bones and lacerations. Simple enough to the point where Bucky felt like he was operating on autopilot mode. Going through the motions of whatever task he needed to do, but not anything more than that. He felt numb. For the last several years of his life, the hospital was all that he knew. Bucky kept himself busy with work, leaving him with only a small social circle and his cat, Alpine. It was enough for him, but he never really felt complete. Which is why he threw himself into his work, drowning out his inner thoughts about a missing piece he never thought he’d find.

“Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 25.”

Bucky took a quick sip of his coffee and sighed before heading off to see his next patient. Wanda appeared from around the corner and started walking with him.

“This one’s a simple laceration, just might need stitches.” Bucky nodded in response to her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She was one of the select few who he considered a friend. Which was a little odd considering he was an attending and she was only a resident. But she was a good student, a fast learner, and one of the only residents he was ever willing to work with. He took her under his wing, fostering a friendship by spending time together in his office, reviewing various medical cases and files.

“Alright, you up to do them?”

Wanda came to a halt, Bucky taking a couple steps before looking back at her, tilting his head, waiting for a response.

“Y-Yeah, yes!” She stammered. “T-thank you, Dr. Barnes.” He nodded his head and turned back around to continue walking, Wanda close behind.

Y/N was sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a blood-soaked tissue over her left eye. Her leg was bouncing, a nervous tic she had developed from a young age. The adrenaline had worn off, forcing her to feel a throbbing pain, her eyes brimming with tears. She avoided crying in front of people whenever possible, so as soon as Darcy left to grab some coffee and snacks from the cafeteria, she let the floodgates open. The sound of footsteps approaching made her freeze and she used her sleeves to sloppily wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

A firm, but somehow also gentle, voice called out to her before the curtain was pulled open to reveal a tall man with dark brown hair, a stubbly beard, and stunningly blue eyes standing next to a woman with blazing red hair and contrasting green eyes. Y/N’s gaze was immediately fixated on the man’s eyes, unable to look away for a moment, before she realized she was staring. She quickly looked down and cleared her throat.

“Y/N, you can just call me Y/N.”

The man nodded and set down his clipboard at the end of the bed before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Barnes and this is Dr. Maximoff.” The woman gave a slight wave as she began charting on a computer. “Can I take a look at your eye?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her anxiety rise as the doctor pulled some gloves on and approached her.

He pulled over a stool to sit on and carefully removed the tissue that Y/N had been holding in place to assess the injury. While Bucky looked at her cut, he stole a glance to study the rest of her face. He couldn't help but take note of the pained look on her face, her eyes still watery and her button nose red from crying. It was the first time in a long time that he felt a twinge of pain while looking at someone's injury, that he felt practically anything at all during a shift. She felt his warm breaths on her face for a moment before he pulled away and replaced her bloody tissue with some gauze.

“Do you mind if she takes a look as well?” Y/N nodded again. Bucky got up from the stool, allowing Wanda to take his spot and assess her eye.

“So it looks like you just need 2 or 3 stitches, very simple procedure.”

Y/N felt her entire body tense up at Wanda's conclusion. She could barely stand sitting in a hospital bed alone and now she was about to get poked and prodded with needles. Bucky noticed and attempted to ease her worries.

"We'll administer a numbing agent, so you won't feel any pain, just pressure at the site."

She looked up at Bucky, who had a kind, tired expression on his face. It looked like he was having a long night and she didn't want to make his job any more difficult than it probably already was. Y/N gave him a small nod and Wanda started to gather the necessary supplies.

She laid back in bed with Wanda and Bucky sitting next to each other on her left. Her hands were folded on her stomach, eyes shut.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, okay?" She nodded and bit her lip to try and distract herself.

Wanda proceeded to administer the numbing shot and Y/N squeezed her hands tight, whimpering in pain. Bucky observed the pained expression on her face and placed a hand on her forearm, reflexively rubbing his thumb in small circles. When Wanda pulled the needle out, Y/N slowly fluttered her eyes open and was greeted by Bucky's warm smile. A blush crept to her cheeks and she turned her attention to the ceiling. Immediately, Bucky realized how unprofessional his action was and removed his hand. He had no idea what had come over him, but he'd never felt so drawn to someone like this before.

"Now I'm going to do the stitches, okay? You should just feel a slight pressure." Just as before, Y/N shut her eyes after Wanda spoke and gripped her hands tight. She felt the pressure that Wanda was talking about and couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Another wave of anxiety rushed over her and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Wanda removed the needle and quickly turned to Bucky, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a reassuring look before speaking softly.

"Y/N? Do you think you could hold still for just a little longer?" She opened her eyes, brimming with tears.

"Sorry, I just, I hate needles." Y/N fiddled with her hands as she kept her gaze up, trying to avoid the tears from escaping. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest at the sight.

"What do you think would help you relax?"

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find a solution to relieve her anxiety. Y/N thought back to when she was young and chuckled, remembering a stuffed whale that she got at an aquarium, that went everywhere with her.

"This is stupid but, when I was a kid, I would carry around this stuffed animal around and it helped to hold it whenever I had to get shots."

Bucky thought for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was going to regret the words about to leave his mouth.

"You could hold my hand."

Y/N and Wanda both looked at him with surprised expressions, regret instantly hitting him.

"If you're comfortable with it," he quickly clarified. Y/N felt the corner of her mouth curve into a smile as she nodded.

She laid back down and Bucky took her hand in his. The instant transfer of heat soothed Y/N and she shut her eyes to allow Wanda to get to work.

When she felt the pressure on her eye again, her hand automatically gripped Bucky's tighter, and he squeezed it back to help calm her. Y/N focused on the callousness of his hands, how his hand seemed to fit into hers perfectly. Suddenly, she was thinking about his eyes again, those glimmering blue eyes. Blue was always a calming color for her, reminiscent of her trip to the aquarium where she got her beloved stuffed whale. As she felt Bucky's thumb gently rub the top of her hand, she realized that her whale could never provide as much comfort as he did.

Bucky felt a sense of pride as he watched the tension in Y/N's face disappear. Suddenly, he found his eyes wandering, looking at the loose strands of hair on the right side of her face, the rosiness of her cheeks, how she glowed. His heart started to palpate and Bucky realized a flame had kindled inside him. He was feeling again.

"All done!" Wanda chirped, stepping aside to let Bucky check her work. He smiled at her patted her on the back with his free hand.

"You did good." Wanda beamed and thanked him, walking away to complete her charting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, still feeling the warmth of Bucky's hand in hers. He greeted her with a tender smile and slowly helped her up, placing his other hand on the small of her back.

"See? Wasn't that bad after all," he grinned, releasing her hand. Y/N's smile faltered, missing his touch, and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Barnes."

"Bucky," he stated. She raised an eyebrow. "Call me Bucky."

The pair stared at each other in silence, enjoying each other's presence before the PA system snapped them both out of their trance.

"Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 16."

Bucky sighed, slowly getting up from his seat.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."

"You too, Bucky."

He turned around and was about to pull the curtain open when he paused, turning back around to face Y/N, scratching the back of his head. It took one look at her face and Bucky knew he didn't want to let her go just yet.

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?" She beamed up at him and Bucky felt his knees go weak.

"I would like that very much." He chuckled in disbelief and smiled.

Bucky had finally found his missing piece.

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thedaredevilsgirl · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can you do one where Tom Holland and Reader are dating but they hit a bump in the road halfway through the relationship when the reader and Tom get into an argument over how the Reader is getting a bunch of hate from Toms fans, not to mention, she’s been stressed out bc Toms fans are coming to the ER,where she works as a Trauma Surgeon, and are causing chaos and Tom gets pissed at her saying “it’s not like it’s my fault but since you’re getting so angry you don’t have to worry about them anymore because we’re done”. The reader gets sad and goes to a close friend, Sebastian Stan, and they end up sleeping together. She finds out she’s pregnant and Tom calls her saying he didn’t mean what he said and they get back together, she tells Tom that she’s pregnant with Sebastians baby and he tells her that he won’t go anywhere, that he’s not mad, and that he wants to be with her for forever and that he’ll be by her side through it all. I’m sorry if this is confusing or super long :(

Broken Heart

Warning: Very angsty.

Word count:1152

A/N: I apologize for the delay in answering your ask dear and thank you for being patient.

Part 2

You are angry and sad.

You had to leave your job through the back door for fear that someone would stop you if you left through the main entrance, someone scratched your car, and you had to listen to a lecture from your boss because of the little commotion that was going on outside the hospital because of you.

As soon as you got into your car, you let the tears fall and a cry of agony leave your body, why did it have to be so hard? Couldn't you just love someone in peace? Would you have to put up with it for the rest of your life?

You still remembered the day you met Tom two years ago, a time when everything seemed so much easier.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were working in pediatrics at the time. You walked into the office and saw a boy between your 12 or 13 years old with his arm in a cast, you smile at him kindly before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and you?"

"I'm Paddy" the redheaded boy replies returning the smile shyly.

"Hi Paddy, where are your parents?" He asks seeing that he was alone there.

"I came with my older brother, he went to the snack machine".

A man enters soon after with several packages of snacks in his hands.

"Paddy, I didn't know which one you would want so I brought all kinds" as soon as his gaze meets yours he drops all the packages on the floor "Sorry, I didn't know the doctor had already come in".

"It's okay" you say laughing.

"I'm Tom, his brother".

"I know who you are, I've seen a movie of you" you say smiling as you analyze Paddy's arm.

"So you're a fan" he tries to flirt.

"No, but I watched it with my best friend, you probably know him"

"Do I?" He asks suspiciously.

"Yes, Sebastian Stan"

"He's your best friend?"

"Yeah, quite a while actually, he said something about you a little star having two assistants and drinking boxed juice" You laugh as he blushes "don't worry, I know he was just joking"

"Yeah, he and Anthony love to make jokes with me, it's funny except when it makes me awkward around pretty girls" he flirts.

"Well Paddy your arm is almost fully healed, I think we can have it out by next week" you say smiling at Paddy.

"Thank you Dr.Y/N" the redhead smiles.

"Just Y/N please"

Paddy leaves the room first but Tom is still there looking at you in amazement for some reason.

"Since we have a friend in common, maybe you could meet me later for coffee, or dinner maybe" you chuckle at his attempt to take you out.

"Sorry Mr. Holland, but I don't go out with my patients"

"But I am not your patient, Paddy is, I am just the chaperone".

"You have a point, but anyway I think the rule applies to chaperones too" you smile.

But Tom didn't give up, he called Sebastian asking for her number and tried to win her over every day since he met her. He said he had found his soul mate as soon as he walked into that office. And everything was so easy with him, at least until now.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

Most of the relationship was kept secret, you both thought it was for the best, you liked your private life and Tom knew that some of his fans could be very aggressive and he wanted to protect you from all this, but a month ago pictures of Tom kissing you leaked in the media. It took less than five minutes for the hate messages to fill your Instagram, last week you had been followed by a paparazzi and after today it seemed like everything was really falling apart.

You saw Tom's car in front of the building where you lived and you are thankful that you at least had his no to comfort you at that moment.

"Hi" you say in a low voice as you walk into your house.

"Hi honey" he gets up to hug you "Hey what happened?" he asks when you start crying on his shoulder, he sits down next to you on the couch holding you in his arms.

"Your fans invaded my work today."

"What?" he asks to make sure you understand correctly.

"I'm surprised it's not already all over the gossip sites" you say angrily "Since lately they love to invade our privacy".

"Honey, you have to understand that the life of someone famous, I know it's terrible, but we have to learn to deal with it and get over it".

"Your fans scratched the word bitch on my car.

"They just love me too much," he replies.

"Your fans come into my work to curse me, they scratch my car, they call me a bitch" he stands up angrily "And you're saying they did it out of love? What kind of love is that?

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" He gets angry too.

"Dramatic?" You shout, "I almost got fired because of that little show of theirs, and I'm being dramatic?

"If you can't accept my fans, you can't accept me," he shouts.

"Oh my God, did you stop for a minute to listen to yourself? It has nothing to do with accepting them or accepting you, it's that a lot of them are hurting me" she says between tears "Do you think I like seeing people on the internet judging what I eat or wear, telling me I'm too fat and too ugly to be your girlfriend? I love you, I love you very much, but this," she says referring to her fans, "is going to destroy our relationship.

"Then maybe we shouldn't have a relationship" he says in a lower voice.

"What?" She asks startled.

"This is hurting you, so we should end it, so you won't have any more pain" he gets up from the couch and avoids looking at you.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry Y/N, but yes, I am breaking up with you."

You sit in silence for a few minutes, absorbing his words, get up from the couch angrily and look at him.

"Since we're breaking up you better take this" he plucks the necklace from your neck and throws it in your face, it was a small gold heart necklace with his initials engraved on it, he had given it to you on their anniversary the same day he had said he loved her for the first time.

"Y/N..." He tries to say.

"Go away" he doesn't move "GO AWAY NOW."

He sighs, takes out your house keys that he had and leaves them on your desk before leaving your house.

You collapse as soon as he leaves, picking up the phone and dialing the number of the person you knew would support you unconditionally.

"Tom and I broke up" you speak as soon as he answers "Sebastian, I need you..."

#tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland angst

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orphicrose · 4 years ago

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The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

#rick sanchez #morty smith #rick x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fantasy #fanfic #headcannons #spacecraft #rick and morty #ocs #a lot of words #a lot of work #comedy #romance

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her-world-on-fire · 4 years ago

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Kisses in the Corridor {Tim Drake x Reader}

MASTERLIST

REQUEST HERE

Word Count: 3,604

Request: Could you please write a tim x reader fic where the reader is a superhero (I was thinking like Barry Allen’s kid and the new Kid Flash) and is also Tim’s s/o and maybe Bruce and/or the Flash catch them having sex? 💜

2s. “stop before someone sees!" & 4s. "ten? i only need five."

WARNING NSFW MATURE CONTENT 18+ Tim and reader are 18

I WOKE up to the sound of a loud buzzing. I moved away from Tim’s grip and reached on the nightstand for my phone. I looked back at Tim, he held the same peaceful expression. I squinted at the caller ID and immediately sat up. I tried to be as gentle as possible, not to wake Tim. He was normally a very light sleeper, but he was sleep deprived. I pushed the blankets off and moved out of the room. I gently opened the door and snuck out into the hallway. I looked down at the caller ID once more to be sure before I answered.

DAD

“Dad? It’s 3am, what’s going on?” I whispered, I heard a rustling in the background. There was some kind of conflict, but I couldn’t quite make it out. After a few moments there was silence, then a heavy sigh.“I need your help.”

“What’s going on?” I moved down the hall trying my best to be quiet. “I’m going to send you some files. I need you to get Tim to decrypt them.”

“Okay send them to me and I’ll have him look at them as soon as he wakes up.” I heard a pause from the other side of the line. “When he-” He paused. “He’s with you right now?” I hadn’t exactly mentioned that I had moved in with him. As far as he knew I was still staying with in the house with the others. I faked a yawn. “I gotta go dad, love you.”

I quickly hung up and moved back into the bedroom. I got back into bed and Tim shifted slightly. I moved closer and he put his arm around me again.

I woke up and found Tim looking up at the ceiling. “Did you sleep okay? I noticed you got out of bed last night.” He turned to me, and I sighed. “Sorry I thought I was being quiet.” He chuckled, “Work hazard. Don’t worry about it.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “Well it was my dad.” He squinted his eyes. “Why did he call you at 3am?”

“He wanted me to send you some files he needs decrypted.” I handed him my phone and showed him the files. He hummed and sat up. “I’m sorry I know you just finished your project-” He shook his head and get out of bed. “I really don’t mind. I’m sure your father wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.” Tim grabbed his laptop and connected my phone. We moved into the bathroom and got started on our morning routines.

Tim’s was straight forward, he wanted to brush his teeth and get to work. I on the other hand had a few steps. I tried to make Tim do them with me as much as I could. “Come here.” I grabbed his face and massaged a gentle cleanser. Wearing masks almost every night didn’t work wonders for out skin. He waited patiently until I was done. I applied some moisturizer, “All done.”

He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. “I’ll get the coffee started.”

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Tim spent most of the day working on the files. When it was time to leave for patrol I had to pry him from the computer. “It’s time already?” I nodded and moved to get up. He stretched and then looked around.

I held out his suit and he sighed in relief. “What would I do without you?” He pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes raked over his toned chest. He had come a long way. He used to be lanky, but he had put on a lot more muscle in the past two years. Whatever shape he was in, I loved him.

Truth be told I was still getting used to his chiseled features. I gave him once last glance. “If I stay here any longer we’re going to be late.” I handed him his suit and moved out of the room. I grabbed my phone and noticed a missed call.

DAD: I’ll be by Friday afternoon, Bruce needs me to speak at his proposal. Looking forward to talking to Tim.

As if Tim didn’t have enough on his plate. I still had another 3 days to prepare Tim. I decided to tell him tomorrow. I put my phone down and Tim emerged from the bedroom. We met Dick at the coordinates he gave us. Dick left for the night leaving the two of us in charge. Tim had wired the police scanners to our headsets. The night moved slowly.

That was until the 3rd hour.

“10-44. Any units between 4th street and Palmdale?” Tim and I exchanged looks, stolen vehicle. We were only a few minutes out. Tim used his grapple, seeing as we were nearby. I got there a few minutes before him. “How bad is it?” The scanners had grown more chaotic. This wasn’t a normal stolen vehicle situation. We learned that there were children inside the car when it was taken. On top of it all, the driver was intoxicated. “Can you send out an alert and clear the next two blocks?”

“Done.”

I kept up with the vehicle, doing my best to move civilians out of the path. With the alert Tim had sent out. I was going to get inside the vehicle and stop the driver. “He’s approaching a construction site. You’re going in blind, the city hasn’t updated the maps.”

“Send an ambulance, and make sure the police don’t go into construction.”

“Y/N-” Tim’s voice said sternly. He was too far behind to do anything. “Be careful.”

“Always am.” Now that there were no civilians in the way, I was going to have to get the children out first. He was nearing the end of the map. I moved in and saw two children in the backseat. I needed to take them one by one. It was safer, their bodies weren’t meant to undergo high velocities. I needed to protected them from whiplash.

The first child was a beautiful chocolate haired boy. “Okay, where are you Tim?”

“Magnolia.” He replied immediately. I took the boy and ran him to Tim. By time his older brother blinked I was back. I left them both with Tim and rushed back to the driver. By now he knew that something was going on. He sped up. “What are you doing?” Tim’s worried voice came over the headset. “They’re safe.”

“He could get away.” I used every ounce of my stamina to catch up. I caught up and moved inside the car. I tried to take control, but he wasn’t giving up. The site was less than a mile away. As it grew closer, I saw it was the outline of a building.

If he breached the gates he wouldn’t have time to stop. He would drive through the building’s foundation, which wasn’t secure. It would crumble onto of us. His hand moved to the gun he had by his side. He slammed the gun into the side of my head. I felt the warmth trickling down the side of my face. I threw a punch and felt it connect. He fired a shot and moved my head back. He missed. I lifted my head back up and took the gun. and tossed it in the back seat. I looked up, it was too late. We were almost inside the building.

Tim was screaming in my headset. He heard the gunshot. I opened the door and pulled the driver out. I looked in front of us, the building slowly started to crumble. There was still a chance. There was a small opening where the building hadn’t caved in yet.

I had to make a choice. I needed to risk taking him and him slowing me down. Or I could leave him and get out, guaranteed. I had a fraction of a second to decide. I took one look at him and decided to risk it. I held on too him and used all my strength to reach the opening. I was exhausted. Just catching up to him when he was miles ahead had taken it out of me. Now I was bleeding, and drained.

I thought about Tim. Memories of us flashed inside my head. I mustered enough strength to run. I threw the man out and then jumped out of the opening. On impact, I knew something wasn’t okay. I had landed on my shoulder. “Tim.”

He was just outside the gates.

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Luckily my body worked hard to fix the broken bone. Being a speedster came with its perks. Fast metabolism, and healing. By the time Bruce’s proposal came around, my wounds were almost completely healed.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Tim asked once more, hands on either side of my face. “I’m fine Tim. I promise. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He sighed, he had seen the x- rays. Physically I was fine. “Fine but if you start to feel even just a headache, we’re coming back.” I nodded and he looked over my face again.

I stuck out my hand and he placed a kiss on it before intertwining our fingers.

We arrived right on time. Tim’s part of Bruce’s proposal was one of the first points. He had to go set up in Bruce’s office. “I’ll be right back.” He took his files and rushed up to the office. I joined Dick, Jason and Damien in the lounge. “Hello, boys.”

They looked up and Dick’s eyebrow’s knitted together. “Are you even supposed to be out of bed?” I laughed, “Dick it was just my shoulder. I’m fine.” Damian snickered at his brother. Dick looked at between his brothers. Jason had a smirk on his face. “What?”

“Speedster. They heal 20 times faster than us.”

“He got promoted to lead of the biotech department of Wayne Enterprises a few weeks ago.”

The boys bickered. My eyes scanned the room for my father. He was incredibly hard to miss. “I’ll be back.” The boys didn’t even turn in my direction. I walked to the other side of the lounge. He turned to me and then patted his college on the shoulder. He approached me, a big smile on his face. “Hey dad.” He opened his arms and pulled me in for a tight hug. I groaned, “Little too hard.” I gasped and he let go. “Sorry, I just haven’t seen you much.”

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to visit.” He nodded and looked around. “Where’s Tim?” I pointed to Bruce’s office. “He’s setting up.” My father raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know he was part of the presentation.”

“Wow. That’s fantastic.” He genuinely was impressed. After all he had a background in bio medicine. He knew how hard the work was. “We’ll I’d love to talk to him about it.” I laughed, of course he did. “You can come by our place after and I’m sure he’d talk your ear off.” He turned to me. His eyes narrowing.

Realization struck, and I cursed internally. Eventually I was going to have to tell him, but I was hoping back at home. In front of family and witnesses. Before he could say anything. There was an announcement on the overhead speaker. We were ushered as the presentations were about to begin.

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Tim did fantastic as expected. He kept the crowd engages and said everything perfectly. He approached me as he walked off of the stage. I clapped along with the crowd. He greeted me with a kiss. “You did amazing Tim.” We walked to the back of the room. He didn’t want to interrupt anyone. He gestured for the door. He took my hand and I followed after him. We closed the door behind us and stood in the corridor. Tim let out a deep breath.

He still wasn’t used to speaking in crowds, and this was a lot larger than he was used to. “Are you alright?” He nodded, “I’m glad it’s over.” He moved to take off his tuxedo jacket. I watched as his arms contracted. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

He put his jacket over his arm and looked over at me. A small grin on his face. “What?” I shook my head and sighed. “How much longer is this?” He looked at the clock. “We still have another hour.” I looked up at him. His piercing blue eyes were fixated on mine. His hair wast neatly parted down the middle, every strand perfectly combed in place. He moved closer and put his hand over the wall near my head. “What’s got you all flustered Y/N?”

I took a deep breath, my eyes fixated on his lips. “You, Drake.” He smirked and pressed his lips against mine.

Barry looked around the room, and noticed the absence of Y/N and Tim. He turned to Bruce. “Where are they?” Bruce looked around. No sigh of them. He looked at the cameras on his watch. He didn’t see them. Bruce shook his head. The two got up and moved into the lounge. Damian, Jason and Dick were there for security. He knew no one would get past them unnoticed.

“Have either of you seen Y/N and Tim?” Bruce asked. Dick and Jason looked at each other and then shrugged. Bruce sighed, so much for security.

“I think I saw them go-” Damian spoke nonchalantly. He looked in front of him, behind Bruce and Barry Dick and Jason were trying to tell him something. Quite frankly, they looked like idiots. They were shaking their heads violently waving their arms back and forth. Damien squinted as he tried to read the boys lips. Dick mouthed something he couldn’t quite make out. Bruce and Barry exchanged looks, they turned around and saw Dick and Jason conversing casually.

“Damian?” Jason motioned for him to keep his lips zipped. A smirk grew on Damian's face. He wanted to see it all play out.

Dick and Jason tried. They weren’t quite sure what they were up to but they knew it was nothing good. They tried to stay in Tim’s good graces, in the blink of an eye Tim could hack everything they owned. As for Y/N, they knew there would be no escaping. Y/N could catch up to them anywhere. In short, they didn’t want to piss either of them off.

They had noticed their brother couldn’t keep his hands off of his date. They were two hyperactive teenagers, it didn’t take rocket science to figure it out. They watched as Damian’s smirk grew. He hadn’t figured it out but he knew it would get Tim in trouble and that was enough for him. “They went down the hall and up the elevator.” Bruce gave a short nod and the two went off.

“Well, we tried.” Jason shrugged, and took a swing of his drink. He wasn’t going to deny that watching Tim get his ass kicked by a speedster wasn’t funny. “Should’ve choked the little bastard.” Dick sighed, the two could only wait.

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“Tim.” I let out a shaky breath, trying my hardest to keep quiet. “Stop before someone sees!" We were in a building full of people, at any moment someone could walk down the corridor. Tim chuckled against my neck, “You really want me to stop?” I bit my lip, he was right. I didn’t want him to stop. I was just worried about being caught. “The next presentation starts in 10 minutes.”

"Ten? I only need five."

At this point I threw all common sense out of the window. I took his hand and we were in his office in seconds. I had closed the door behind us. Tim smirked, “In my office? You little-” I interrupted him by kissing him. My hands moved from his hair and down to his suit. I quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, and my hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

Without breaking the kiss i discarded his dress shirt on the floor. His hands moved to remove my clothing. We broke away for a moment to catch our breaths. He picked me up and moved us to the couch. His lips reconnected to mine once more. I straddled his waist and moved against him for friction. My hands moved back down to the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down and ran my hands up and down his length.

He let out a groan. “Fuck.” He got rid of the rest of my clothes throwing them across his office. I didn’t waste time in scolding him. I lowered myself down onto his length. We both let out a sigh, all of our pent up frustrations released. Tim’s hands moved back to my waist. He lifted me and then slammed me back down onto himself. I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving wet kisses before moving to whisper in my ear. “They’re all down stairs, I want to hear you.”

Tim loved hearing vocalization, he couldn’t get enough. He knew every part of my body. He knew exactly what to do to get what he wanted. He speed up, and hit just the right spot. I gave in. “Oh god.” We were both breathing heavily. Sounds of pleasure overtook the room. Our bodies moved against each other hungrily. Tim smirked as he moved back to my neck. He moved right to my sweet spot. “Fuck,Tim.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving small red lines, He pulled away from my neck, satisfied by his work. His lips moved back to mine and speed up again. I felt a growing knot in my stomach each time he moved in and out. Sensing I was close he sat up and took control. He thrusted up into me, over and over, and I grew louder each time. “Please, Tim.” I could feel his thrusts becoming more sloppy, he was close. My orgasm came soon after, my body gave out. I shook against him. He helped me ride out my high. He came and I felt his warmth spread in my core.

“Y/N are you okay-” The door burst open, in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to lock it. Luckily Tim reached for his shirt. He quickly used it to cover me. “I thought you were hurt or dear god.” Barry looked at the ceiling, trying to avert his gaze.

“TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!” Bruce’s voice echoed off the walls. Surely the boys down stairs were snickering. “In your office of all places.” He rubbed his hand across his face. Neither of us knew what to say. “Get dressed. Now.” Bruce said sternly before slamming Tim’s office door.

We moved off of each other and tried to find our clothes. Of course Tim in desperation had scattered my clothes. I was kind enough to leave his nicely by the couch. We quickly got dressed and opened the door. Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. Barry glared at Tim.

“Hey dad.” I smiled nervously, he sighed deeply. “I don’t even know where to start. I’m so-”

“Did you finish uploading the files before you-” Bruce couldn’t finish the sentence, Tim pulled the hard drive out his pocket and handed it over. “Go.” He waved us off and I watched as he placed a hand on my father’s chest. I motioned for Tim to go, and I approached my father. Bruce looked between us and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He nodded, a silence washed over us. Neither of us sure what to say. Finally, he broke the silence. “So, you really love him?” I looked back at Tim who was having his talk with Bruce. I smiled and nodded. “I really do.” It gave Barry comfort. He had seen the strength of the connection when he first met Tim a year ago. He knew that they were growing up, it was inevitable. After all, he was a teenager once. He knew what it was like to be deeply in love. For now, all he could do was try and forget this ever happened. Tim approached us. I looked back and forth between the two. For a long moment there was just silence. The two held eye contact. “I expect to see you during the holidays Timothy.” Tim nodded, “Of course sir.”

We went back down stairs. Damian snickered, and Tim shot a glare at his brothers. Dick and Jason pointed to their youngest brother. “If either of you breathe a word...” Tim trailed off, his threat looming. His older brothers nodded. “And you,” He turned to Damian. “I’ll end you.” I placed my hand on Tim’s chest. He backed away and stood up straight. “You know he-”

“Thank you for the drive, you helped save a lot of people.” And with that he was off. Tim breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought he was going to kill me.”

“I know. In time, let’s just get through this.” Tim sighed, “Fine.”

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