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myfeetkeepdancing · 5 years ago

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Words: 9091

Warnings: Smut and negative thoughts?

A/N: Sit yourself down for this one. This is loooooong! It’s completely different from what I usually write. Still had an absolute blast writing it.

Check out the request description below!

Requested by: @idwithoutthesuperego: Ok, but a fic where tom sells his body for money because he just needed the money and reasons. And male reader's friends buy a "night" with him without telling reader after a bad breakup. But they just click, and MR kinda falls in love n wants to do the "i'm gonna date you and get you out of that life". But tom is just like "i dont believe in people anymore and im destined to die in some alley being used". This is oddly especiffic, but is something i would just love to read about if u can, plz.

Oh, and if you consider being a good soul and wirtting a fic for my ask, PLEASE make a happy ending hahaha My heart wouldnt be able to handle that drama without the happiness

Tears dry up. Eventually. Suppressing the pain. Left with unanswered questions. For weeks they bothered your conscience. Hang around your neck like a millstone. A burden on your soul. Pondering. That’s what you’re left doing. Your day to day life slowing down to a grinding halt. Everything went on auto-pilot. While your mind pondered over every moment of what could have been. What if… And, if I…

Circling in your mind forever. Sleep didn't come easy. Nor did any desire for anything. Friend and family kept summing up the logical steps of coping. Stages of grief. "It'll pass." Those little sentences stuck with you. “It’ll take time.” Each and everyone kept repeating it. But what value did it have? What lessons could you take from those words? For you are left with an empty house. An empty couch. An empty chair. And an empty place beside you. Alone. Trapped within your own mind.

Pondering over every thought and every memory.

That feeling of nothingness. It’s strange at first. You manage to go on with your life. Sleep returns at night. And waking up wasn’t at painful as it was at first. You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it could be described as numbness. Everything went on autopilot. And feelings were shut off. Barricaded behind layers of overthinking and mind-boggling thoughts. No sense of desire anywhere. The impact of a broken relationship was far worse then you imagined.

Just comfortably numb.

"This will do you good." Your friend tries to convince you again. Pushing the flyer into your hand. “For a moment, try to think ab-...” The words reach your ear in waves. Disturbed by sounds coming from somewhere close by. Ringing in your ears. Folding open the flyer, you see some sort of menu. You squint again, slightly intoxicated by the last few beers. This wasn’t some ordinary menu, like a Chinese take-out restaurant. You feel your blood boiling. Heart racing in your chest cavity. You peel your eyes from the fat printed letters. “Men of your choosing."

“Give it a shot." Your friend nudges you against your shoulder. Seeing the fury in your eyes building, as you look up. "I choose this one for you." Pointing to a loosely attached picture. "He looks nice, doesn't he?"

“Why would you…?" You mumble, shaking your head in disgust. “Get out.” Tossing everything his way. “Just get out…” Pushing yourself up from the couch. Pacing back and forth across the room, before turning into the kitchen. Raking your fingers through your hair. Letting the cold water from the tap, run across your face. Why do people keep meddling in your business? It's exhausting. A sudden burst of rage and anger courses through you, but it ebbs away as quickly as it came. Leaving you feeling defeated and numb again. Falling back into the kitchen chair. Gaze fixated on the moonlight illuminating the scenery in front of you —mind blank.

Footsteps approach from behind you. You’ve heard the door open and close. You assumed your friend left. But an unknown voice calls to you. "Hey…"

"You can go." You respond instantly; without looking, waving him away. "Please." Releasing an unintended long sigh. Sinking deeper into the chair. Your gaze fixated on the endless void in front of you.

"I can't." The voice says calm and controlled. "I'm booked for the entire night."

"I don't care." Shrugging your shoulders. "Please just leave me be. Tip yourself on the way out, wallet is in my coat." You just sit there, sulking in your own misery.

It's quiet for a good moment. You guess he's probably still there. Standing a few feet behind you.

“You’re awfully calm for a situation like this.”

"Right…" You chuckle to yourself. “Thanks.”

"Your friend told me." Hearing his footsteps approach instead of fading away, sending you an uneasy feeling down your spine. "It's ok…" You hear him right behind you. “He means well.” Your body jolts up in the chair, as his hands rest upon your shoulders. His hands just rest. Nothing more. Yet you feel every touch of his finger, every point of contact upon your body. A weird sensation. Even more, as his thumbs begin pressing and rolling around the lower part of your neck. Rubbing your skin. Slowly massaging your sore muscles. A sudden involuntary grunt escapes you. "I know it's difficult."

"I… I don't know if… I…" You try to shake the thought of it out of your mind. It conflicted deeply within you. Yet, his touch. So simple, yet strangely satisfying. A different kind of emotion began to rise. Something that had been locked away, far and deep.

"Please…" He says with subtlety and kindness in his voice. And as he moves past you. The man came into view. Your eyes are somehow captivated by first sight. As he sinks down onto his knees. A thin smile cracked his wistful glance. "It's going to be okay."

He looked so young, yet worn in a way you couldn't put your finger on. A sorrowful face you had never seen. Long, brown curls gracefully tumbled down his head. The contours of his face were absolutely stunningly shaped. The thin lips and sharp jawline. A work of art. A little imperfection on his right brow. Small hairs rebelling against the flow. Yet his face drained with a gaunt stare. The eyes didn't fool you. Set deep into his face. Small and brown, caramel-like of color. They showed little signs of life left in them. Hollow. Like a flame died out long ago. A spark long lost. A view into the past what once used to be. It lost its touch. It’s humanity...

Yet, somehow you feel magically drawn to those sorrowful and silent features. Most fascinating, almost hypnotizing. The moment of eye contact was unexpected long. His touch sending you back reality.

With both his hand on your inner thigh, slowly rubbing his way upwards. The touch of his fingers sends shudders through your systems. They felt so warm. You close your eyes for a moment, shielding your crotch. A moment of insecurity. You couldn't do this. This feeling. Your body, its sending signals you haven't felt in ages. "I… I… don't think I'm ready for this, I'm sorry…"

“I get that.” He says, while with one hand lifting your chin. You feel his soft fingers on your cheek. The first touch of a man in months. Your heart flutters excitingly. And before you open your eyes to meet his. His lips tenderly grace yours. For a brief moment, they join each other. Soft as a cushion, and so warm. It happens quickly. But you want it to last forever. As he disconnects, his dark brown eyes stare at you with compassion. "Your body is, though." He smiles thinly, interlacing his fingers with yours. Gently rubbing down onto your growing bulge.

“W-Wh …” You stutter and try to protest. But your hands pull back slowly, bit by bit.

He seats himself back on the floor, spreading your legs apart. Positioning himself closer. With care, he begins to remove your belt. Halting at the first button of your pants. "Try to relax."

You hesitantly look on. As the zipper opens up. Latching both fingers on the band of your underwear, he slowly pulls in down. Removing your pants, revealing your member, semi-hard. Waiting for the action.

Leaning forward, he tilts his head and slowly begins working. One simple touch and you were gone. This soft, warm tongue, stroking gently along your length. In a matter of seconds, it's standing full mast. Wrapping his fingers along the base, he continues at a slow pace. Meanwhile, your heart was beating like crazy against your ribcage. You're breathing fastened and irregular.

“W-What’s your name?” You interrupt. His eyes connect with yours as he looks up through his laces. But doesn’t respond. “P-Please…” You whimper softly.

He stops, holding your length in one hand. “I’m Tom.” Wetting his lips as he watches you struggle. “You doing alright?”

You nod quickly, struggling to get your words out. Swallowing the lump in your throat. “T-T-T…om”

But before you manage to utter another word. He brings his tongue in contact with your tip. Keeping eye contact with you. With a few simple licks, slicking it wet with his saliva. The sensation of his tongue working his way round and round your tip was tantalizing. But the sudden, slide of your tip past his lips and down into his mouth was heavenly. Your body tenses up, hip bucking into his grasp. Moaning his name in response. With your hands clamped to the side of the chair, your fingers digging deep into the wood. Turning your knuckles white, the muscles in your arm cramping up as you can't hold up. You shudder from pure bliss. Only a few strokes up and down with his hands combined with his mouth made you groan deeper and deeper.

Your eyes widen as he suddenly stops. He rises to his feet, keeps his gaze at you, and with both hands lifting the hoodie over his head. And as the hoodie came off, your eyes hunger for every bit of exposed skin you could possibly find. Giving you a glimpse of a well-trained body. A sneak-peek of a six-pack. Broad shoulders, pecks shining through the shirt. Leaving a much revealing, loosely hanging shirt on his figure. But you feel somewhat caught the moment you get eye contact with him again. His expression was painful to watch. You could almost sense his disappointment. His misery. It's only then you realize the shame. The realization hits you that you view him as an object. As lust.

"It's ok." Seeing his eyes soften before you, followed by a small smile.

But it's only a split second before he's back at you again. You can't help but peak past his face down into his shirt. Past his collarbone, onto his muscular torso. God…

You snap back to reality, feeling his hand reach for yours. Pulling it from your side. "Hold my hair."

"W-What…?"

"Fuck my throat." Sliding his mouth over your member again. Slowly picking up pace. "Go on." He gurgles. Keeping eye contact the whole time.

“Why are you doing this, Tom?” You ask with a slight tone of disappointment. "You seem so out of place." Lifting his face from your member. "Terribly out of place."

"Please don't (Y/N)." The mention of your name makes you blush.

"No, Tom. This isn’t right." You point at his shirt. “Let me look at you.”

"Wha…-" He sighs, hanging his head down in shame. "No, please don't."

"Tom, I mean no wrong." You couldn’t help yourself. You could foreshadow what was beneath that shirt. Being in that sort of business took its toll. You caught a glimpse of it when he got rid of his hoodie.

His gaze was stuck to the floor for a moment. Contemplating on his actions. Before taking to his feet. Slow and defeated. Averting your gaze before turning around. With crossed arms, he takes the corners of his shirt. And pulls it over his head. Waiting for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat once again. Seeing the small spots of discolored skin on his back. The bruises. Some larger than the other. Some bright red, the others darkened. The words stock in your throat, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The thought of him suffering by the hands of others made you sick. The poor thing.

You rise to your feet, closing the distance between you and him. Gracing your fingers on the bruises. “Do they… hurt you?” Tracing your fingers down his side. Partly feeling the muscles under your fingers. But the fact that he didn’t answer your question made you more than worried.

“Promise me one thing, (Y/N)…” He stops your hand from trailing along the side of his figure. Resting his hand on yours. He’s glowing. Warm to the touch. You can’t help but close the distance. Placing your other hand on his hip.

With a thin smile, he turns around. Your eyes take in every inch, from his pecs to his abs. A breathtaking body stood in front of you. Strong and masculine. But not too big. "God…" You awe. "You're g-gorgeous-..." Your throat falls dry at the sight. You feel flutters deep down. “I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Small bruises dotted down his side. Dark from color, pain from long ago. "Tom…" You mutter worryingly. All the time you awed at his body, he averted his eyes. Looking aside. You now understand why. As your eyes sink lower and lower. You spot the bulge in his pants. Impossible to hide. "Are you…" Not finishing your question because of the obvious. The red rushing to his cheeks.

He still nods in acknowledgment. "I…I… never had this happen before.”

“Do you…” A finger on your lips silences your words. Stepping very close to you, spotting his watery eyes up close.

"Yes! Yes, I do!" He confessed, with tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Shaking as he struggles to get his words out. "But promise me…that when…” His nostrils flaring. “-This will never work (Y/N)…" Smashing his lips into yours. You didn’t want to listen to his words. None of it. His arms reach around you, pulling you in. Wrapping your own around him, feeling every part of his skin. Pressed tight against him. Ripping the remaining clothes off your body. You just wanted to feel that perfect body. And so did he, roving his hands all over yours.

Every kiss has a raw intensity. There’s just too much skin and too few hands and tongues to worship it all. Both your bodies collide against each other completely naked. His firm and rigid cock pressing against your skin. It glides through your hand as wet as it can be. Tom jerking you off at the same time. Moans and grunts fill the room. Tom’s member too slippery to even get a hold of. The sight of it makes you weak in the knees. The chair behind you topples over from your vicious play. As you stumble out of the kitchen. Against the doorpost, over the couch. Towards the bedroom.

Together you fall onto the mattress. Rolling back and forth. An intense play of hands and lips. Dry humping against each other. You both can't get enough of each other. His lips kissing every inch of skin. Forcing his weight onto you, making you lay flat on your back. He arches back, and sensually starts grinding his pelvis onto yours. Rubbing your balls and cock together into a soaking wet mess. He must have done this hundreds of times. It looked so smooth and sensual. Moaning softly as he held both of your members together. With gentle hands, but a firm grasp nonetheless. Thrusting both cocks through his hand. His fingers teasing the ridges along the lengths. Spreading the pre-cum with the pad of his thumb. Looking at his face, he's so concentrated that you once again get caught staring at him.

Both moaning, the air is thick of pheromones, the smell seeping into your mind. Both wanting it badly. As he locks eyes again, he smoothly reaches round with one hand. He seemed really flexible, propped on his knees. Arching backward as he lifts his ass up, guiding your tip to his entrance. A slight resistance gave way, allowing you to slide far and deep into him. The moment you sheath yourself into him deeper and deeper, you watch on as he shudders. Contorting his face. Both hands cling to your chest. With both his hands resting on your torso, the fingers dig deep and hard into your skin. Feeling his shaking and shuddering throughout your body. He closes his eyes for a moment, moaning your name in pleasure. And sinks further forwards to your chest. Panting heavily. After regaining himself, he adjusts his hands on your shoulder. And locks lips with yours. "Y-You… f-feel amazing." Moaning into the kiss. The praise turning you on immensely. Growing impossibly large inside of him.

And so he slowly begins grinding his hips back and forth with your shaft deep inside him. Feeling yourself widen him further and further. Tom’s moans become long and raw. Sitting up straight again, he takes one hand and forces your cock deeper into him. Reaching further and deeper. While trying to clench his cheeks around you. Hitting different and deeper spots. The sudden increase in pressure and warmth were becoming too much. Not only for you. You see Tom's mouth fall open, gasping for air, his eyes shut tight from ecstasy. His other hand caresses the skin of his neck.

Your grunts become shorter and shallow. You’re a lost cause. Your mind is blank, completely lost at the sexual pleasure coursing through your body. Racing towards your climax. Both hands clinging to his hips, but your strength wasn’t helping much.

Tom could feel it coming. Your balls churn. A pent up force, craving to be released. And all it takes is a look into each other’s eyes for you to fill him up. And before you tip the point of no return. He picks up the pace. Making sure to milk every drop by clenching his cheeks harder on you. A loud gasp follows. Shuddering your body to the very core. Your hands dig deep into the side of his hips. The splashing inside is intense as you cum, spilling all over. And Tom just keeps riding. Until you just turn limb. Gasping out his name.

"Felt good?" He asks, breathing heavily, watching his chest heave up and down. A smile on his face. You again realize what a beautiful person he was. His body atop of yours, glistening with sweat. And a damn cute smile.

“Out of this world.” You pant, laying your head to rest on the cushion. “You’re incredible.”

"Good." Cupping your cheeks with both hands and kissing you. The smile on his face was larger than you'd ever seen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." You notice a sudden sparkle flaring in his eyes. Something igniting deep within.

"How about you…?" Eyeing his erection. "You didn't blow your load." Wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him towards you for a slow and passionate kiss.

"Don't you worry, I did enjoy it very much." He smiled. "More then I should." Pushing strands of hair from your forehead. "I was close…" He confesses softly.

"Then why didn't you keep going?"

"Because that would hurt you…" He blushed.

"How?"

"You can't just keep going if you blow your load. At first, it's really sensitive, but then it becomes increasingly itchy, to a point it feels like it burns. Quite painful."

You're both lost in each other’s gaze. As he falls beside you, curling up to cuddle. Tom resting on your chest. Your fingers playing with the brown silky smooth curls of his. "What can I do to make you feel good?" You whisper to him.

"You already did." Pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You can't help but notice the way he smiled. It's wholesome. To the point of a complete cuteness.

"Tom, I want you to feel good too." Slowly tracing your fingers up and down his spine. "Because that smile suits you."

"But, I don't want to hurt you (Y/N)." He looks up with a growing expression of worry on his face.

"It won't, Tom." Cupping his cheek. "I want to feel you."

Through all the glistening sweat and wetness on your bodies. You feel his length grow against your thigh. Yourself following along. "Give it to me, baby…" You whisper close to his ear.

Tom helps himself on his knees. His member standing fully erect, ready for you. A jolt of excitement shoots through you at the sight. It's been forever since you've been pleasured since your break up. Something you actually look forward to now. So you roll onto your knees. "Wait…" You look back at Tom. "Turn over."

On your back again, eager and waiting, Tom takes you by the hips. Reeling you in. Positioning himself behind you. And turns you on your side. “This is most comfortable for you.” Kneading your ass cheeks with gentle hands. Captivated by your hole. “Alright?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his carefulness. How soft and tenderly he was approaching you. Putting a cushion under your hips. Rearranging the sheets. Therefore receiving a semi frowned questioning look from Tom.

“Sweety, I know what you’re going to do.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’m ready.”

“Trust me, if you do it wrong, it’ll hurt like hell.” Giving you a little kiss. “I wouldn’t want that to happen.” You stare at each other for half a second. You draw a deep breath, dizzy with anticipation.

He moves one leg aside, revealing your entrance. A little gasp of excitement leaves, as you feel his tip slowly slide at your hole. “Please tell me if it hurts.” He asks. You nod eagerly. His hands grip onto your hips, the pressure on your entrance increasing. You lick your lips and suck in another deep breath. You stifle a groan as you feel your sphincter grip the head of his cock. You’re legs feel numb. You close your eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling, releasing a silent moan.

He holds the moment your face contorts even the slightest, waiting for you to adjust. Slowly accepting his length. Every inch he enters you, you hear his grunts become heavier. Your warmth and light wetness guiding him deeper. “Y-You’re tight.” He moans, trying to regain this breath. “Fuck…” Wiping the sweat from his face.

Your dick is throbbing, there was no other way to describe it. Pressed against the sheets. No stimulation but only the motion of his thrusts. Stimulated by his presence. His looks. His thrusts. You're breathless, staring at his physique. He is masculine, but not too much. So complete. The view of his muscles tensing and relaxing. Utterly mesmerizing to watch. Even as he begins to move back and forth. Sweat breaks out all over your body at the first couple of thrusts. Very slow and lovingly.

Stretching your further as he goes in. His breathing slow and ragged. He pushed deep. Reaching far inside you. Warming places you didn’t know you had. The feeling of his dick fully inside you was driving you to the point of an unexpected climax already. The rigidness of his cock, rubbing your insides. Making you shudder to your very core while praising his name. Your cock already leaking on the sheets.

The pressure inside you rising faster than ever before. It’s impossible to think straight, his pace was slow and passionate. Yet, you only feel his cock hitting your insides. You grip your sheets, whimpering uncontrollably. You only manage to utter his name, squirming under his pressure. The cum just starts pouring out of you, uncontrollable amounts soaking the already wet area. Tom follows up with another thrust, making you squirt even further. You moan long and hard, feeling your entire body shudder from the release. “Holy s-shit… Tom.” You sputter.

As you open your eyes, you watch Tom hunched forward. Panting heavily. Eyes clenched shut. "Tom…?" You ask. He holds his hand up to you. Signaling you to wait. After he regains himself again, he positions himself further above you. You hear his hot ragged breath, tightly hugging his hips against your ass cheeks. Cock buried deep inside you. “F-Fuck, (Y/N)…” He grunts. “That was hot…”

He takes a moment to gather himself again. You do the same. Catching your breath and calming your senses. You wait for Tom to move again. Before he does, he starts to pepper your body with wet, hot kisses. Moaning your name softly as he begins to roll his hips.

Goosebumps shoot across your skin at the mention of your name. A sudden yelp escapes your lips, grabbing his attention immediately. To your surprise, you feel a moist sensation touching your cock. You gaze at your member, while it hardens without touch. Only by a few thrusts from his shaft.

“Shit…” He grunts as he wraps his fingers around your length. An awkward position, but he manages. Stroking your cock, coated by your own cum, slow and steady. Completely captivated by it. You sense it's turning him on immensely, as you feel him thicken inside you.

You release a silent moan as your mouth falls open. Feeling his girth stretch you even further. The ridges rubbing you in unexpected ways. After a few strokes, he loses his grip, licking the wetness from his fingers, one by one. You watch as he sucks each of his fingers dry in his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell...” He groans. “That’s really good." Leaning in, he lands his lips on yours. "I'm getting close, baby." He moans into the kiss.

“Go for it.” You whisper into his ear. Holding him close. “Blow your load for me.” As he picks up pace. Desperate for release. His cock feeling incredibly hard inside you. Swelling even further at the mention of your dirty talk. “Blow it all inside me.”

He grunts deep and hard into your ear. Rolling his hips faster and faster into you. “C’mon, baby.” You encourage him. Feeling his cock grow inside you. His breathing quickens, as does his momentum. Rutting into you faster than before. Not relentlessly, but with a comfortable pace.

Already widened and stretched from before, you feel his cock hitting you deep again. Each time he hits your thrust back, hitting that same spot, you feel the sensation ache in your cock. Twitching from pleasure. “R-Right there, Tom.” You gasp again.

He shoots a look at you, realization hitting him that you’re getting close again. “Keep going.” You moan out loud. Not a moment later, you feel him pulse inside you. With a cry, he thrust once more, deep and hard into you. You lift your ass to meet his thrust, his balls slap against your skin. The splashing inside you as he cums is so intense that you feel it spilling down your cheeks. Your mind goes blank. Watching him pump load after load into you. Your cock twitches, barely holding on. As your insides were coated.

He just pulls out, like a plug of a bathtub. You gasp of relief, feeling the wetness seep outwards. Drops of wetness fly from his still erect member as it bounces upward. Giving a quick tug on your legs, so you end on your back again. Spreading your legs.

You’re out of breath for a moment. Not sure what he was going to do. Watching your own dick spring back into view again. All wet and swollen. With force, he pulls you to the side of the bed and kneels down. His fingers wrap around your member. As he suddenly starts suckling on your balls. It's strange ticklish feeling at first, but combined with his firm grasp on your length, and strokes, it became more than that. Your balls begin to churn. Gripping the sheets around you, your head falls back onto the mattress, overwhelmed by this quick handling.

“T-Tom!” You cry out. “God!” You plant both your feet on the mattress. You shut your eyes tight, pressing your head back into the mattress, thrusting your hips into his grasp. But he doesn’t slow down.

“Tom!” You burst out, not only in words. Your eyes widen, gasping out loud as he rubs down hard on your shaft. Cum jets from your swollen cock. Stroking you hard, milking every last possible drop.

It's only hazy from thereon…

You’re not sure if you passed out, but it felt like you sprayed the ceiling with your load. The next moment you open your eyes, you find Tom cuddled up against you. Just some sheets covering a few parts. “Did I pass out or…?”

“You didn’t.” He chuckles, looking up at you with a smile on his face. “You dozed off very shortly after. I don’t blame you.” He sniffles while tracing a finger up and down your chest. You wrap your arm around him. Just living in the moment. "I'm so happy, your friend picked me." He whispered to you. That comment stuck with you.

"Thank you, Tom." Pressing your lips on his forehead, tasting a taint of salt. Picking a few strands of hair from his forehead. Cuddling together in the safe comfort of each other. The sharing of interests you had in common. Followed by simple chatter about the things in life. Making each other laugh. Having a good time. For once, in a very long time, you felt whole again. His smile. His presence, something felt right. Something clicked.

And it's that sort of thing you just can’t get enough of. Your eyes are glued to him. The heat rising in your system. That flutter in your stomach. It hurts. In a good way. He is everything you ever wanted in a man.

You love him.

All cuddled up against each other, it falls to you how sticky everything actually really his. His skin glistening with sweat and wetness.

“How about we freshen up?” Rustling your fingers through his curls. “Shower is big enough for both of us.”

“Good idea.” His lips meeting yours in agreement. "I'll gladly join you."

Being close to together, naked, warm water, and soap. Things get heated again. You don't know how long you been in the shower. And you don't mind. Because for the time, you felt the rush of living again. Being alive. Receiving praise. Kind words whispered into your ear.

No denying that his smile was infectious. A smile that wouldn't disappear, you noticed. Tom was a whole different person to the one that stepped in earlier tonight. Deep down, you could feel that this version of him was the real him. Loving, caring, passionate.

And no matter how dangerous shower sex was told to be. You did it. And more. Memories burned into your mind forever.

You take a moment longer to rinse off the sweat and wetness under the steaming hot water. Recollecting those wonderful moments again. Tom already out. You can't seem to shake your smile. This was right. This is how life should be.

Turning into the bedroom with your towel wrapped around your waist, your smile drops immediately. "Where you going?" He hastily pushes his phone back into his pocket. Tom was already dressed, ready to put on his jacket.

"I have to go." He mumbled, avoiding your gaze. His smile nowhere to be seen.

"Please, just stay." This moment was bound to happen. But you weren’t going to give in. You’ve seen enough people leave through that door. "Stay with me."

"I… I… can't… I need to go." Checking the time on his phone.

"You don't have to do this, you know. I can-" But midsentence, you're cut off.

"Don’t… (Y/N).” His voice skips a beat. You’re pretty sure you could see tears welling in his eyes. You have to fight to keep them back as well. “P-Please…” He stutters, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"Tom, it's doesn't have to be this way."

"I warned you. It can't be helped." He sobbed. An hour ago, the man standing in front of you was majestic, beautiful, and full of life. What remained now was nothing of that. Hunched shoulders and hands stuffed into his pockets. Eyes wet from tears.

"I'll take a chance."

"Please, stay out of it. Just leave me be. Forget about me."

"Oh no, I can't. Not in a million years. I'll get you out whatever shithole you got yourself into." You’re just glad he didn’t walk right out. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to follow him. Something was holding him back.

"It's not worth it. It can't be fixed."

"Everything takes time to heal."

"Not me, not me." He snickers. “I… I need to go.”

You rush to your drawers, pulling fresh clothes out as fast as you can. "Wait, I'll bring you wherever you're going."

"You'll get into trouble if they see you."

"I don't care." You quip while jumping into a pair of pants.

"But I do!" He cries. “I do!”

"The feeling is mutual." You growled. With your shoes and jacket on, you interlace fingers with his. Dragging him outside. And as you open the door, the pizza delivery shows up. “P-… Pizza delivery?” The man hesitates, looking at the both of you weirded out. “Here.” You shove a bill of cash into his hands. "Now, go!" He instantly rushes off onto the street. With screeching tires, the little scooter darts back up the road. In a big arch, you toss the pizza inside, cheese, and all flying everywhere before you close the door behind you.

The car ride was uneasy, to say the least. No music. Only darkness and the rain hitting the windshield. Sometimes a finger, pointing you in the right direction. You appeared mad. To say you weren't was a misconception. But not at him. And what kind of music was even appropriate at that moment? Your mind was conflicted. You could just drive the opposite direction. Away from it all. He would be save.

Would he?

You couldn’t judge if you didn’t know where he was living. What if they came after him? That would endanger you as well. No, this required a different approach. This needed planning. God, you were in a state to do anything.

Breath in, breath out. Calm yourself down.

Hope.

Was it misplaced hope

Hope for a happy ending.

But hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torment of men. Words from an old book. Spoken by wise old men as they say. But in the end, the truth runs from the first to the very last word. How naive could you be? Deep down, you knew this was impossible. His words spoken earlier that evening kept circling in the back of your mind. Yet, you cling to that glimmer of hope. Those words in the shower. Those moments together. This couldn't be it?

You hoped not.

“Stop here.” He says. “It’s down that alley.” Pointing to a small flickering light in the distance. You could only get a glimpse as the windscreen wipers came by to clear the pouring rain from your window. You spot the outline of a figure standing there. "Turn around the moment I enter that alley. Don't come near.”

“I need your number.” Pulling out your phone. But he had already opened the door. “Tom!” You hissed, leaning over to passenger’s seat. Barely in time to get a hold of his arm. “How can I find you?” The wind and rain washing into the car. You have to blink once or twice to keep the rain out of your eyes. “Tom?!”

“T-Thank you for tonight, (Y/N).”

"No! Tom!" Tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Awkwardly constrained by your seatbelt, struggling to get a firm grasp on his hand. "Don't do this!" Your fingers begin to lose their grip on his hand, the rain hitting you relentlessly. This sting of pain. You felt this moment before. Slowly slipping away from your fingers. "Not like this!"

"I'm so sorry…" And with a tug, he pulls his arm free, slamming the door into your face.

You scream from the top of your lungs. Tears rolling down your cheek, you fumble with the seatbelt. But it won't open. Tears cloud your vision, anger raging from deep within. Forcing you to watch him run through the rain towards that accursed alley. You let your fury loose on anything in range. Until you're deprived of energy. Resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Watching the tears fall from your cheeks. You lost.

A knock on your window makes you jump. “G-Hello?” A thick accent calls out to you. Your eyes spot the contours of a man. His face closing in on the window. His features unpleasant to the eye, looking like a common fugitive. Not with the best intention. "You zhould not be ghere.”

So many things raced through your mind. You could just mash the door against his burly, ugly set face. Giving you an advantage to whatever came next. But… What would you achieve with that?

You nod quickly and steer your car the way you came. Driving around mindlessly. Gaze fixated on the horizon.

It’s been minutes, hours, and days. They’re as grueling as you could possibly imagine. Tormented by your own thoughts. How could you save Tom? You couldn't admit to yourself that you actually knew nothing. There's only a location. That's all.

Taking a few days off only makes it worse. Sleep doesn’t come at all. Falling back on drinking makes no difference. It only forces out the anger. Until the tipping point of intoxicating takes over your senses.

Until your eyes spot the flyer, you’re hands tremble as you gaze on the picture of Tom. In all fairness, there wasn’t even a name mentioned. Only a number, like a damn menu. You scramble for your phone, shaking with nervousness. It takes a moment for the number to connect, until you hear a lady’s voice call out the name of the business.

“Ehm… Hello, I… want Tom, p-please." You stutter, sweat breaking out across your body. While your fingers play with the edges of the picture. Gaze stuck on the picture of Tom. It remains silent on the other end of the line.

“He doesn’t work here.” That single comment makes your blood boil. The thought that some filthy businessman groping him was sickening.

“I meant number 26.”

“I don’t know either. Anyone else?”

“JUST GIVE ME FUCKING TOM!” You scream from the top of your lungs. “How hard can it be!”

"I'm afraid I can't help you, sir." And the line disconnects. You're fumingly mad. Realizing your failure. Gritting your teeth, you barely able to control yourself. Your thoughts sink deeper, and deeper in desperation. You could pull each and every single hair out of your skull out of frustration. Kicking chairs over and destroying stuff didn't satisfy in any way. Only the pain halted you momentarily. This couldn't be the end. You wouldn't let it end this way. You can't.

You can’t let him go.

- - - - -

From around the corner, you watch the alleyway. It’s been days. You thought this through countless times. Overthinking is what they call it. Days on end. If Tom was there, you needed to take a shot. You have to do something. What else is there to live for anyway? That is one way to boost your morale you chuckle to yourself. You take one last sip from the bottle before putting in back in your car. Releasing a hiss as the strong liquor burns its way down your throat. In a weird way, it makes your head clearer. Calms the nerves. Brings peace to your mind. Boosts your confidence. If only for this moment. You double-check the surroundings. Everything's in place.

With confidence in your step, you lock your car around the corner and make your way down the street. You straighten your collars before sheathing them in the pockets of your jacket. It takes quite a few steps to get there. The man on the corner of the alleyway can’t help but notice you. Trying casually to walk towards you. And as you approach the man, you notice he’s definitely one size larger than you. It surely wasn't the man that warned you in your car. This one had a more pleasant and kinder look to him. "G-Hey you…" He nods at you. "You ghot businez here?” Speaking with the same Eastern European accent as the other.

You halt in front of him. Taking a moment to answer him, trying to keep your nerves in check. While looking calm at the same time. “I’m here for this.” Revealing the flyer from your pocket. “Is the manager in?”

“Da, but why zhould I let you through?”

You sigh with discontent. Revealing a stack of money from your pocket. "Here." Handing him twenty or so bills. "Don't bother me anymore." And take the gamble by walking past him. You hear a whistle behind you. Just as you are about to turn into the dim-lit alleyway, another man halts you. An impressively large man. You weren’t small either. But he towered over you, by far.

“Got any on ya?” Surprisingly, this man wasn’t Eastern European looking or sounding at all. Holding your hands up beside you, you shake no. But the man still searches you. Keeping an eye on you at all costs. Mumbling to himself a few things. "Follow me."

Through the dark passage, you’re led towards a metal door. Only a dim light above it shows the entrance. The rest is barely visible. The man engages the locking mechanism and opens the door. Through a series of corridors and stairs, you get the impression of this operation. A series of rooms, followed by cells. Giving you an inside look of how dilapidated and horrifying the building actually is. Your worst nightmare just becomes a reality. It's beyond belief how Tom managed to survive in these conditions.

You try to keep your gaze fixated on the man in front of you as you follow him. But you desperately hope to see Tom here somewhere. What if you don't get out of here… alive? You draw a deep breath and focus on what’s next. A sudden halt at a room, makes you jump a little. “In here.” Pointing inward to an older lady behind a desk. "Make your request." He grunts, crossing his arms as several other people in the room watching you enter.

“How can I help you, sir?” The woman kindly asks you. You recognize her voice from the phone earlier this week.

“Alright.” You say, unimpressed. “Cut the middleman.” Turning around to the large man. “Bring me to the manager.” His gaze far from friendly. From the corner of your eyes, you see the nearby, you guess guards, take a step closer. Some whispering to each other. As the large man takes a few steps towards you. Ending up so close to you, he’s literally looking down on you. The smell of smoke and sweat hinted at your nostrils. His warm, foul breath fanning onto your hair.

“Why should we… little one?” He growled demeaningly. Not a smile in sight. “You walk into here with loads of cash, and demand to see the manager. What is so important you have that you need to see the manager?” Crackling his knuckles close to your face. His hands were large, fingers short but fatty. Stained by all kinds of things you rather wouldn’t know about. “For all I know, you were never here, to begin with…”

“Excellent threat." You sniffle, revealing a stack from your pocket. As you do in the process, you hear guns being cocked. "Here." Stuffing the stack into his pocket. “Problem is, my burly friend…” You gaze up to him, forcing a grin on your face. “I didn’t wander in here unprepared. You see, If I don’t return within… let’s say… the next two hours-…” Letting the moment sink in. Eyeing the people in the room. Everyone eager listening in on your little conversation. “-shits going down.”

“What did you call me?” His hand resting upon your shoulder, leaning down.

“Do you call the shots for your boss?” You tilt your head slightly. Looking at him with a playful smile. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate the news I have regarding his ratline from Europe.”

The man looks past you, nodding to the lady behind the desk. Returning his gaze to you.

"Not willing to take the risk, hmmm?" You joke. Behind your back, you hear several whispers. The eyes of the man shot back and forth between the lady and you. Before pushing you down the hallway again. Again leading you through some corridors, down the staircase. Ending up in a luxurious room.

Behind a desk sat a figure, so bulbous and fat, you’d never seen anything alike. Gold rings on his meaty fingers. The room decorated in some sort of Russian style. The left wall accommodating a series of monitors. Probably surveillance. But as you keep your eyes longer on the screens, you see the prostitutes. Man and women. You try to keep a straight face. “I heard interesting things about you, young man…” The blob of a man behind the desk mutters.

“I always thought Russians started with a drink, before doing business.” Keeping a straight face.

The flesh of its body bounces and flays around as it laughs loudly. Signaling the large man to pour the glasses. He couldn’t even do it himself anymore, his fat little arms limiting his movement. “Nasdrovia!” You both cheer and cling the glasses, chucking the content.

“Let’s talk business.” The man says with a thick voice.

"I have intel, concerning the safety of your cargo." You glance over to the guards. "Can we get the room to us.” Looking at the Russian for a confirmation.

"Give him a minute." He waves at you with his fat fingers. "Continue." The large man that led you here hesitates. Keeping his eyes on you. "Go!" The Russian shouts again, waiting for the door to close.

You take a deep breath. And focus on the conversation. The details are important. Focus.

“You need to relocate within the next… 24 hours.” Checking your watch. “They’re on to you.”

“How do you know?” He burst out laughing. “Do you have any evidence? Because my business is at an all-time high. My man and woman are booked like never before. I even have a new shipment comin-”

"Container #556121 on the SSE Georgia has been snitched." You say with a reassuring tone. "Go ahead. Tell me if I'm wrong." He has a distrusting look on his face, hesitant to believe you. But still goes ahead to unlock his drawer, revealing a sort of book and a laptop.

Bluff. Neither the name of the ship or the number was anything close to what you were supposed to say. Through all the nerves, you just made something up. You just simply couldn't remember what the police told you. Your heart pounded in your chest. It's now or never. Everything depended on the next few minutes. On that little wire, you were carrying. The strength of your arms. Your will. And above all, the speed of the police. Your fingers tremble as you grab your watch. It's bound to happen at any moment.

What happened next went so fast. It's all a blur. One distant gunshot set off a chain reaction. You jump over the desk as the door behind you swings open, blood splatters all across. The razor-thin wire detaches from your watch, and you swing it around the neck of the bulbous man. His fat little arms couldn’t reach around. Shielding behind his humongous chair and body, you restrain him. You watch the bullet impacts on the wall near you as the guard curses loudly. The fat man’s arms flap around. “Tell me about Tom, you fat fuck!” You shout. “I need to know!” Tightening the wire. With your “Where is he!?” Bashing his head from behind. “WHERE IS HE?!”

The man fights and struggles heavily, barely able to breathe—coughing and desperate for air. The giant oak chair the man sat in, shook and trembled on the floor by the man's panicking movements. Screeching back and forth. His spasming legs hit the desk to the floor. Sending loads of stuff flying. The man points his finger to the guard. “K-K-Kill T…Tom!” He gurgles to the guard. The words reach your ears moments later, processing what the man just said. You panic as the guards suddenly darts off, grabbing his phone.

“Noooooo!” Storming off towards the door, fueled by rage. Blinded by anger. Falling over several items on the floor. You regain your footing and continue to run towards the door. Turning the corner without a second thought.

A bright flash. A high pitched noise. A ringing in your ear. A wince of pain, tearing into you, forcing every thought out of your mind, paralyzing your body. Only by a deep groan. Your eyes are blurry, your vision doubles as you stagger on your feet. Trying to blink it away didn’t help. You feel the pain worsen. Deepen. Sharp pain lances at your abdomen. Another flash close by. Jerking your body around. Excruciating pain. It all happens with such force. It sends you stumbling backward. Your hands reach for the doorpost, trying to remain afoot. Holding on for life. But strength ebbs away. Your limbs feel numb. Fingers shaking, losing its grip. Slumping down to the floor, onto your knees. Everything hurt. Sharp, deep, unstoppable pain. Each exhale of breath stings your insides. Chocking the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurs, slowly turning red—darkness pressing in.

But it wasn’t your vision turning red. It’s the pool of crimson red blood forming under your hands. Warming your pale, cold hands, oozing from your wounds. Panic hits. You’re short of breath, experiencing extreme difficulty with breathing. The cold gripping you. Your words strangled by the welling of warm blood, filling your throat. “T-Tom…” You manage to bring out in faltering gasps. Draining the last bit of energy left in you. “T...o...m…” Before your arms give in. Your head slamming against the crimson tainted concrete.

Then silence.

Silence.

…

...

Is death near?

…

...

That ringing noise in your ear. Coming closer. Your head felt heavy and painful. As you slowly regain consciousness. You blink a couple of times to readjust to the intense light blinding your eyes. After a moment, you notice the light that shines in your eyes are rays of sunlight. Your try uttering a few words. But your throat was as dry as the desert, and rough like sandpaper. Forcing out an awful cough. "Am... I in heaven?" Your voice sounding croaked and harsh. Followed by another coughing fit. Your lungs hurt. A sharp pain lancing in your chest. Contorting your insides. Everything hurts. Each movement you made, your bones and muscles ache in response.

“Sir?” A calming voice of a woman called to you. “Sir, how are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You cough, struggling to breathe. “Where am I?”

“The hospital.” A young woman in nursery clothing showed up in your field of view. “You’re in good hands.” Everything looked pale white. Painfully white to the eyes. “You’re going to be fine.”

You have difficulty in paying attention to her. Your vision doubles, sound dissipates. She was trying to say something, but you couldn’t follow it.

“The man that saved you is here.” Shaking your arm. "Sir..." Trying to keep you from passing out. "Look.” Helping you up. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the light, taking in the room. Loads of flowers decorated the space. Accompanied by colorful cards on the wall. “He stayed by your side the moment you came in. We could-"

Her words fall to deaf ears. You couldn't believe your eyes. Blinking repeatedly. You try to sharpen the image. The tears welling in your eyes, not helping a bit.

“This is heaven.” You mumble. The woman stops and looks at you. Giggling at your comment. Sitting there beside you, resting his head against the side of your bed. Eyes shut, snoring softly with his coat wrapped around him. "T-To…m…" You try to say, falling into a terrible cough.

He jumps a little in his seat by the touch of the nurse. Rubbing the sleepers from his eyes, taking a moment to gather his bearings. But that moment you make eye contact. “(Y/N)!” He cries out. You can’t believe your eyes.

“It’s really you.” You cough while trying to sit up. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. "T-Tom!"

"I can't believe it!" He snickers. Diving onto you, his arms closing around you, sobbing against your neck. You remain like this for a while. Deep in his embrace. Tears, only tears. But tears of happiness. You couldn’t remember when you experienced those.

“T-Tom…?” You’re afraid to ask but needed to know. “Is… is it over? Is it done? A-Are you free...?”

“Yes…” He nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yes, I am. You did it. It's over." Cupping your cheeks with both hands, kissing you like you never been before. Euphoria. Blessed. Relieved. You feel alive.

“I cried myself to sleep that night (Y/N). Thinking I would never see you again.”

You nod. "I felt so lost without you." Knowing precisely what he meant. "I was so scared, Tom. I… I… thought I… was d-dying." Your body shakes at the thought and recollection of that moment. "It all… happened-d… and… I… I… m-missed you… so m-m-much." The sobs turn into long wails of emotions running freely.

"It's ok." His arms reach around you, hugging your fragile body close to him. Letting all the tears flow freely. Crying in each other’s arms. "We’re going to be fine.”

You hold him close, not ever wanting him to go. Locking eyes with him again. The reality of him beside you was heartwarming. That wonderful smile. It filled you with joy and happiness. But the questions burned at the back of your mind. "The nurse said you were the one who saved me? How…?"

"I found you..." Enveloping your hands in his, pressing kisses to your cold fingers. "-on the floor." His eyes turn red, the tears running down his cheek. Crying for a moment, before he continues.

"A-A-After I heard the first shots close by, everything went so fast. I... saw guards being shot, and I ran… I knew something was wrong. I heard more shots. And… that’s when I turned the corner… I found you..." He weeps. "One moment you were there…" His blood-red eyes look at you with terror. "-the other I realized you were… close to… d-dying in my arms."

You can't help but kiss him, hold him close. Comfort him as he wailed softly.

"Poor thing." The tears rolling down your cheek. “It’s going to better from here on out. I promise, Tom. I promise you.”

"I love you (Y/N)." He whispers. His watery eyes lock with yours. "I love you with all my heart."

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strongsassysexysloane · 5 years ago

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Take me for a Ride, Jack...7

Wow, this part was written so long ago.. I didnt realise it took me this long to get to the part that inspired this whole story. Time to get greasy.

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You eventually turn around and head back to the market, Jack tugs you back to the cheese stall, not before she stops in at a stall full of scarves and hats. You drop her hand and watch her hands run over a few scarves she likes and purchases just one before you move next door to the cheese stall.

"Pick your favourites and we'll find a spot to go eat." She rests her hand on your lower back as you scan the selection

"I love that you think I'm sharing this cheese with you." She laughs and you buy almost double what you would usually get because you have a hard time sharing food. The man prepares it on a platter for you.

"You really have a problem sharing food?" She laughs sitting beside you at the beach side table.

"Oh, J. You have so much to learn." You smirk and dig into your platter. The meal is spent in mostly silence and a few moans of pleasure from the food on your end and you can see the affect it's having on Jack which only spurs you on more before she grabs your thigh tightly.

"Stop, now." She purrs into your ear and just like that you're undone. "Thank you." She clearly saw your resolve change and loosens her grip on your thigh, moving it slightly higher before going back down again.

"And im the tease?" You scoff and finish off the last of the cheese.

"You started it. I just finished it." She smirks, packing up the platter and picking it up before walking over to place it in the trash can. "Want to see anything else?"

"Not really." You smile, watching Jack walk back over to you and she reaches out to take you hand. You take another walk around the markets. Happy to just hold her hand in yours and look over the stalls closing up. Then you cross the road and stroll down the shop fronts, looking in a few shops. The second hand book store takes Jack's attention. She picks out a few books and buys them.

"I need a few more for my collection." She smiles swinging her shopping bags by her side. "Ready to start heading home?" The sun was slowly setting, the cool breeze brushing your faces. The small walk back to the bike was too short for your liking but you slid onto the bike behind Jack and held onto her waist all the way back to DC.

There was a bit of DC traffic heading back into the city. Everyone coming back into DC from their day out on the coast. You laughed when Jack took the back roads to your place, prolonging the ride. But it still wasn't long enough. She pulled up to your curb and you both hopped off.

"That was a lovely day. Almost perfect." You smiled, hooking up your helmet to the back of the bike.

"Almost?" Jack huffed, hooking her pinkie in yours and tugging you close.

"Yeah.." You smirked, resting your hand on her waist, while her other hand and pinkie was still hooked with yours.

"Ah so what Torres mentioned is true." Her smirk growing more smug by the second. "You like to drive but me driving seems to be a loophole."

"You are a loophole in my brain, Jack." You both chuckle. You shake your head at the way those silly words came out. Hoping to god it somehow sounded cute.

"Smooth." Jack leans in and her lips graze the corner of your mouth on the way to dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You close you eyes, enjoying the lingering touch of her lips against your skin before it's gone too soon.

"Today was almost perfect for me too." She whispers and you open your eyes, to see hers teasing you.

You huff out a laugh and squeeze her hand before dropping it and watch her walk back and slide onto her bike. "Maybe it'll be perfect next time."

"Next time? You think I'll let you ride this girl?" She winks, sliding her hips slowly back and forth causing you to drop your head back and laugh. "I left that one wide open."

"So wide." You laugh and look back at Jack. "I'm sure I can convince you." You wink.

Jack laughs. "I'll chat with you later and see you at work tomorrow."

"Drive safe." You just get a wink in return and watch Jack ride off down the street. Smiling all the way up to your apartment, running through the events of the day. It was perfect and you can't stop smiling. Jack does text you when she gets home, it feels so couplely for you and for once that doesn't frighten you. With Jack you feel light, like you can float and nothing can hold you down. Even Jamie's pokes and jokes don't break your mood. The days events finally catch up with you and sleep finds you easy for once.

You catch a case on Tuesday that get's all your attention but Jack is unfortunately held up with helping Vance and another team with a case for the next week so you hardly see each other. The case drags on and you don't end up catching the bad guy until the following Monday. Gibbs thankfully gives the team a few days off but Jack is still held up with other team's cases that you don't see each other, even texting is minimal. Thursday and Friday is just catching up on reports. Thankfully no new case which means the team goes for drinks Friday evening after work, only Nick, Ellie and you end up staying the longest, Kasie and Jimmy too tired to carry on, before you head home around 2200.

Before you leave Ellie suggests joining her in her kick boxing class on Sunday. You give her a tentative yes unsure if you'll remember in the morning. Also leaving it open to see if Jack wants to do something. Ellie smiles, holding a hand over Nick's teasing lips.

"Have a good weekend, chat on Monday in the gym." Ellie waves goodbye and you see her release Nick's mouth once you are out of the bar.

Saturday morning rolls around and you lay in bed longer than you should. Over thinking about texting Jack, asking if she wants to go out. You had coffee with her twice during the week, nice chats, more hand holding and another kiss on the cheek. She even came into the bullpen before she left Friday afternoon to say goodbye to everyone and gave you an obvious extra smile.

You make yourself a coffee, fiddling with your phone in your fingers. Jamie notices. You check your phone for the tenth time in probably an hour. You bite the bullet and send her a good morning text to which you get a reply a few minutes later.

'G'morning to you too. I'm working on my girl (bike) if I don't reply straight away.' You laugh at her clarification.

'I'm sure she appreciates the attention.' You can't help it, she brings out the sass in you.

You manage to make a cup of coffee and slightly burn some toast before you get a reply. Making yourself comfortable on the couch across from Jamie who's watching some medical show on tv.

'You jealous? ;)'

"How's Jack?" Jamie asks tearing her eyes away from the tv and sipping her cup of tea. You notice she has bags under her eyes, decent ones and she's wearing scrubs.

"You going in for over time?" You look slightly concerned, it's meant to be her day off, she didn't come home until 0300 last night and it's only just hit 0800.

"Yeah, Patricia called in sick. So i'm doing her shift and Tyson is taking mine this evening."

You nod accepting that at least she got someone to take her shift and not have to pull a double.

"So how's Jack?"

You smile and look back down at your phone, still trying to find the right reply but you know anything would be fine. "She's good, cheeky as hell." You take a bite of toast.

"So what's the situation?" You look at Jamie wide eyed at the question she just asked.

"Ummm.." You look at the tv then down at your phone, not really sure how to answer but wanting an answer yourself, hell you hadn't even kissed on the lips yet.

"Haven't talked about it?" You shake your head and Jamie accepts your wordless answer. She turns her attention back to the tv. One thing you love about your sister is she stops asking when you need her too, most of the time.

'You're welcome to come and watch.' You smile and hop up from the couch, finishing off your toast on the way to the kitchen.

'I might just do that.' You hit send and nurse the cup of coffee as you go to your bedroom to get changed.

You turn down Jack's street and pull your car up out from of her building. You notice the bike down the side of the driveway and smile as you see Jack lying beside her. Walking up the driveway you stop for a second when Jack stands up seeing you. Your breath falters seeing her in front of you in long sleeved overalls, they're dark denim in colour and she has the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the cuffs turned up at her ankles. Your eyes are drawn to the deep v at her breasts where she's clearly undone a few too many buttons but you aren't complaining as the v dips deep between her breasts.

Jack smirks at your pause and you kick your brain back into gear walking up to her. "Hi."

"That didn't take you too long." She leans in and you hold your breath but she kisses your cheek.

"No traffic." You shrug, dragging your eyes down her body again, not ashamed that she can see you looking.

"You like?" She does a twirl and you laugh.

"You get all the grease from the bike on you?"

Jack is covered in grease. It's sexy as hell but also funny. She's got some splotched across her face, neck, arms, hands and even a smudge on her left ankle.

"She's a tough girl." Jack turns slightly, looking at her bike.

You follow her gaze to the subject of conversation. There's a mechanic trolly on the ground that Jack was lying on when you pulled up, a large red tool box (is there another colour for a tool box?) and a bunch of dirty rags scattered around.

"What's her problem today?" You walk over to take a closer inspection and Jack goes into detail of what she's been doing but you only understand half of it. As she gets back down onto her back on the trolley you find a spot on the garden wall beside her work area, giving you a good angle to watch Jack. You happily watch as she works on her bike for almost an hour, she chats with you in between grunts and swears. You find that her swearing is kind of a turn on, well this whole situation of her in those overalls, grease and her hair tied up in a bun with a dark blue and white poker-dot scarf wrapped around her head is making you hot.

You wonder what it's like to kiss her as she works under her bike, it's definitely crossed your mind several times since the markets but the moments seemed to fly by. Would she be gentle and slow or deep and fast. You bite your lower lip between your teeth and Jack looks over at you.

"You're making it very hard for me to concentrate on my task." She slides to the side and sits up, rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead and you smirk at the new line of grease across her brow, understanding now how easily she got into this mess. "I just smudged more grease didn't I?" You nod and she stands up walking over to where you are perched on her garden wall. You watch her eyes darken and a mischievous smile begins to grow across her lips but it's too late for you to escape (not that you wanted to), she closes the gap between you, placing her hands on the wall either side of your hips. Your knees bumping into her lower belly, at least that's what you're telling yourself is where they are touching and you open your legs for her to slide in closer.

"You like me betw-" Her smart ass comment is cut off by your lips meeting her smug smile and she moans, she's kissing you back. Your hands wrapping around her neck and the tips of your fingers playing with the hairs at the base of her neck that have come loose from her working.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip and you make a whimpering sound parting your lips to give her the access she asked for. Your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is her. You feel her tongue glide along yours, teeth clash, her hands grip at your hips and her left hand goes around to cup the side of your butt. It's too soon but she snaps back heaving for air but you don't let her go too far, your hands still tangled in her hair. elbows resting on her shoulders.

"Been wanting to do that for a while." You let out between breaths and Jack smiles, leaning in to peck your lips but you hold her close, dragging the kiss out longer, sucking her bottom lip between yours and releasing it with a pop.

"Me too." Jack breathes and kisses your cheek with a laugh.

"You've transferred the grease to me, haven't you?" You let one hand fall from it's spot tangled in the back of her hair and run it along your cheek where Jack was looking but you think it only made it worse because Jack just laughs harder. "How about helping a girl out?"

"Why would I do that?" She closes the small gap between you again and kisses you with more passion than the first time, she brings out sounds you don't think you've ever made before. Something between a whimper, mew and sigh which only spurs her on and she nips at your bottom lip before pulling away. "If I look half as sexy as you with a little grease on your face, I'd have kissed you hours ago."

You smile, your cheeks going a slight pink and run your thumb across Jack's cheek, smearing the grease a little more but bringing your thumb back to your face, dotting it on your nose. "Trust me, I'm shocked with my self control. Although I wanted to kiss you when you picked me up for breakfast."

"I wanted to kiss you when we spent three hours instead of one searching through profiles." She squeezes your hip and goes to step out of your embrace but your legs come up and slightly hook behind her knees and she slightly stumbles into you. "Let me finish this one last thing, I promise it will only take ten minutes and then we can kiss, cuddle or go for a ride, whatever you want." Jack smiles and you bring your hand up to your chin pretending to think about an answer but then realise you've smudged more grease onto your face in the process.

"Might want to shower first." You add, dropping your legs to let her go and you see her huge smirk. "I didn't-"

"I know." She pecks your lips and you see her smile, it melts all your nerves away. "Ten minutes."

You squeeze her hand before dropping it. You watch her work, she bugs you again for chewing your bottom lip but you cant help it, she's dam attractive working on her bike and thankfully she sticks to her ten minute promise. You follow her up to her apartment, quickly realising this is the first time you've actually been inside her place and your heart skips a beat stepping through the threshold. It's very minimal, she has a beach style vibe as you guessed there might be as she misses the ocean so much. She offers you a seat in her lounge room and tells you to get comfortable while she takes a quick shower.

You take the opportunity of being alone in her space to wander around instead. Her living area is simple, a two seater tan linen couch with a huge circle armchair to match. There's a small oval glass coffee table with a few files spread across it and a few large shells scattered across. It's an open style area and you walk into the middle section where the four seater dining table is tucked into the corner behind the couch then onto the kitchen, its small but you can see dishes and utensils taking up most of the bench space. Taking a turn you go through the doorway into the hallway, to your left you hear the shower and see into Jack's bedroom which she's left the door open to but you turn right deciding you'll hopefully get the opportunity to see that another time.

There's four photo-frames equally spaced along the wall, all with pictures of a desert landscape. It isn't until you walk up to the last one at the end of the hall and near the front door that you see a much younger Jack with her Wingo's and you reach up and trace your fingers down the side of the frame with a sad smile. After you spoke to Jack about your time in Afghanistan you did take the liberty and did a search, asked an old friend in the Army if he recognised the name and he didn't share much but said a mission went horribly wrong with her and her team. You didn't want to know anything else even if he did want to tell you. You wanted Jack to tell you when she was ready.

"That was my team." Jack said softly beside you and you almost jumped out of your skin. "Sorry, saw you were deep in thought and couldn't resist." She smiles and wraps her arm around your waist. "Come with me." She tugs you down the hall and into the bathroom. "Sit." She motions to the side of the bath. You look at her confused and she just nods in the direction of the bath again.

"Wha-" You stop when you see her squeeze the wash cloth, water dripping out and brings it to your face and you laugh. "Thank you." She wipes away the grease you'd forgotten about.

"Might get certain looks if you go out like this.." She smiles, you feel the nice cold cloth travel down your neck and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling although you sweat there was no grease there.

"Gave up caring what people thought a long time ago." The cloth leaves your skin and you open your eyes to a questioning looking Jack. "Well mostly."

Jack turns away to wash the cloth in the sink but you happily stay seated, watching her. She catches you in the mirror and just smiles at you.

"So we are going out?" You try to not sound disappointed but you could happily spend the day wrapped in her arms, biting your lip bottom lip.

"I'd call us 'Going Out'" She raises her hands in the bunny ears formation to make her point.

Rolling your eyes at her. "Not what I meant and you know it.." But you blush anyway, her eyes havent left yours, looking at your through the mirror. You subconsciously bring your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I want to give her a test run to see how she goes then we can cuddle the day away." She winks at you. "If you keep biting that lip..." She doesn't finish what she was thinking, instead she shows you, turning around to you again, cupping your face with her hands and sucking you lip into her mouth, drawing a moan from deep within you and she kisses you. No one has kissed you with so much passion, ferocity and tenderness before. You surrender to her and she tugs you up, standing, you wrap your arms around her neck, never breaking the kiss.

The kiss ends and you can't not look at her, her eyes glaze over and you assume yours are as well. "So ..umm .. that ride." You breathe, the words no louder than a whisper.

Jack just nods, softly pecking your lips again before dropping her hands. "Yeah." She breaths

"Come on, baby." You smile, liking the name flowing from your lips. You grab her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She grabs her keys along the way and you walk out of the apartment.

. . . .

Well? I kept re reading, adding, subtracting, knew i needed to post it before i re wrote it completely. Hope its ok.. 7 is my lucky number, funny how that worked out.

#jack sloane x reader #jack sloane #fanfic

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

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my plus one - part 10

MASTERLIST

(THE ANGST lmao sorry about the cliffhanger, but u know im the queen of em)

Word Count: 1,790

It was a beautiful day as you lazily got around and slowly headed down to meet everyone for a large breakfast. All of the guests were practically here and you were almost relieved by not having to socialize as much as you’ve had to these past few days. The ballroom was filled with buffets and tables for over 150 people. You stood in the back of the room with a drink in hand as you scan around and people watch. You spot your three great aunts and a few small cousins - whom you haven’t seen in years. You smile as they run around and play tag with each other, obviously excited to be together again. What you would do to go back to being their age. No worries, not a care in the world.

You’re lost in your thoughts as you stare off into space, not realizing your sister walking up to you. Her expression is soft as she smiles and playfully waves her hand. You’re drawn from your thoughts as you look over quickly and smile. She almost looks sad. Maybe she knows that Roger left for home. The longer you look at her, the more you want to confess and tell her everything that had happened, but you don’t. As much as you would love to see the look on her face when she hears it, you also couldn’t take away that one piece of happiness from her. You just couldn’t.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks as she stands next to you and leans against the wall as well.

You sigh and nod as you look back out to everyone.

“I’m fine. How are you?” you ask as you look to her.

She stares forward as her eyes go big and she laughs slightly.

“It’s overwhelming, not gonna lie. Everyone’s here and… And it’s just overwhelming.” she repeats.

You nod and look down and then back up. Your eyes lock with Alex’s and you shift uncomfortably, averting them to the ground once more.

“I completely understand.” you whisper, causing your sister to look over to you with almost sad eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, but is interrupted by someone calling out her name. She looks over to them and smiles before looking back to you.

“Listen,” she says sweetly. “This is just a meet and greet type thing. Go do something for you, okay? Go walk the beach, sit in the sauna or just lay in bed. Alright?”

You’re not sure where this sudden boost of sweetness is coming from, but it makes you feel a little better - yet more guilty. She has to know that Roger left, because why else would she be this nice to you? You smile to her and nod as she grabs your hand and gently squeezes. She walks away from you when you catch Alex looking in your direction once more. You roll your eyes and place your drink down as you walk out of the ballroom and make your way to the front lobby. What could you possibly do right now? Go back to the room and sulk in your sadness, you think to yourself.

You shake your head and begin walking. Where? You’re not sure. You just walk and walk until you find yourself on the beach. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. There’s literally nobody here and you’re almost confused, but you didn’t care. The quietness along with the waves hitting the shore was what you needed. You open your eyes to look back to the water. It looks so inviting. You smile slightly and slip off your shoes before walking forward and allowing the waves to hit your feet - ignoring that your long dress was getting wet. You keep walking until the water is to your knees.

It was warm and refreshing. You close your eyes and allow the bright sun to beam down on you when you suddenly think of Roger. You think of the two of you laughing on the plane ride here, the way he looked at you when you kissed him for the first time, his face when he told you that he was in love with you, the two of you in bed… You tense your jaw as tears pool down your face. You missed him more than anything. You don’t understand how you are so good at pushing people away. They always leave and it somehow seems to always be your fault.

You open your eyes once more and quickly wipe away the tears. You look around fast and hope nobody had witnessed your small moment of vulnerability. You were in the clear. You turn around and walk back to slip your shoes on. You make your way back to the resort and to your room. You walk inside and slip your dress off along with your shoes. You slide under the covers and pull out your phone. You hover your finger over Roger’s name, but you don’t press it. You just sob once more until your eyes give away and you’re fast asleep.

***

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your alarm was going off and startled you from your sleep. You sit up fast and look around confused. You slept the rest of the day and all night!? You were beyond mortified as you slam it off. You run your hand through your hair and suddenly remember that today is the wedding. Your stomach feels sick as you take in deep breaths to calm yourself. It was 7 am and you were needed in your sisters room in thirty minutes. You jump from bed and hurry to collect everything you need. Makeup, shoes, hair products, jewelry. You dress yourself in a shirt and sweats before you find yourself darting to the elevator and arriving to her floor. You knock on the door and are greeted by your mother. You two share a sweet hug as she cups your face and looks at you.

“You doing okay?” she asks as she studies you.

You smile and nod as you walk in further.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

You spot your sister in the corner of the room with a pink robe on that read in white crystals on the back ‘Bride’. You smile as she walks up and hugs you.

“Big day today.” you try to say as enthusiastic as you can.

She smiles, but the smile fails. You notice this as she turns around and more people arrive to the room. Alex’s mother and sister stop by, but only for a moment before leaving. Your sister’s best friend is here as she helps get everything in order. The wedding gown is delivered by your father and hangs on the door. It was beautiful. A white, strapless ball gown that was going to make your sister look like a princess. You dreamed of wearing one as you stare at it.

“You like?” she asks as she looks to you, her friend doing her makeup.

You look to her and try to smile, your chin quivering.

“It’s beautiful, El.” you whisper.

Her brows furrowed together for a moment until her friend directs her attention back to her. You walk to the bathroom and begin working on yourself. Makeup, hair and finally seeing your dress for the first time. It’s a beautiful, long and flowy, almost rose gold dress. It’s strapless and fits you perfectly. You admire yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a while, you smile.

***

They’re having their wedding a bit early, due to everyone wanting to be on the beach. It was nearing 10 am when you all were heading out to the beach already. It was a picture perfect day, not a cloud in the sky. You all hurry to a small tiny shack that Ellie was using to hide herself away from Alex and everyone. You were nervous and almost nauseous as you begin to hear people arrive and take their seats. You wish Roger were here with you right now. How badly you needed his shoulder to lean on. You force yourself to hold back your tears as you’re told that it’s time. You swallow hard and are given a small bouquet of white roses to hold. You nod to your sister and force a smile as you hug her.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” she whispers in your ear, causing you to look at her confused.

“What do you mean?” you ask quickly.

She just continues to smile when suddenly music begins.

“That’s your cue.” is all she says.

You’re watching her as you’re ushered outside of the shack and greeted by one of Alex’s good friends. You lock arms together and wait for the signal. You’re lined up when suddenly a blonde woman gives you a thumbs up and you’re walking. Everyone is sat down in rows as they all smile and watch you. Alex stares at you intensely as you keep your eyes away from his. You’re thinking hard about what your sister meant. Maybe she meant everything with Roger, but you weren’t sure.

You finally arrive at the front and take your position. Once everything is done, more music pops up as everyone stands to their feet. Your sister is spotted as she slowly walks with your father at her side. You smile at the sweet moment as tears burn in your eyes. She looked so beautiful as they make it up to you. Your father leans in and kisses her on the cheek as he gives her away. She turns to you and raises her eyebrows as she hands you her bouquet of red roses. You take in a deep breath and watch as she holds hands with Alex, his eyes on your for a split second. The ceremony starts and all you can think about is Roger.

Words are said as the pastor speaks about love and foreverness. You’re drawn away by your thoughts until it’s time for them to repeat their vows. Alex says his with no problem and now it’s your sisters turn.

“Ellie, it is time for you to recite your vows. Repeat after me, I, Ellie,”

“I, Ellie,” she repeats.

“Take thee Alex,” he says.

“Take thee Alex,”

“To be my husband, to have and to hold,”

“To be my cheating, disloyal husband, to have to hold,”

Your head flies up and you wonder if you misheard her. The whole audience gasps as Alex looks around nervously. Did she really just say that!? What’s happening!? Ellie turns her head to stare down the aisle as her eyes catch something. You feel as if you’ve stopped breathing for a moment. You follow her gaze and finally realize what it is she’s looking at.

Roger.

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katoninefandoms · 5 years ago

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Out of Time, Out of Place

I haven’t written Lord of the Rings fanfiction in a long time, and I finally had a great excuse to write some and write Marvel fanfiction at the same time. If you follow me, this is the fic I had an ask about (thank you @theswerviest) and am considering eventually continuing. You can also find it on Wattpad here, and I will most likely post the continuation on AO3 here once I get to it.

If Steve weren’t used to having his life suddenly upended, he supposed this situation would be a lot worse. He hadn’t done this consciously, like getting into Erskine’s machine or diving a plane into the Arctic ocean, but at least it was not an immediately jarring change. Aliens had decided to attack New York again, and Steve and Natasha found themselves pushed back into the more forested part of Central Park, dodging through trees to try and get the upper hand on the opposition while the rest of the team handled the mothership in the atmosphere and the damage in the city. In the midst of the fighting, Steve hadn’t gotten a chance to get a good look at the aliens, and as he tried to keep pace with Natasha, so that he didn’t leave her behind, he tripped over a large root.

Small things like that didn’t phase Steve anymore, but it was just enough time for the swarm of aliens to catch up. They didn’t attack him right away, like they had been before. Huge, hulking creatures stood over him, frowning and grunting like they weren’t sure he should be there at all. Their weapons seemed primitive, but maybe he just hadn’t gotten a good look before. Steve jumped up and attacked, trying to fight his way out of the group of creatures.

It wasn’t easy as it had been just a few minutes ago. His punches were less effective, and the hits that the aliens got in were harder, more painful and he could feel bruises blooming where they managed to land solid blows.

“Natasha!” he shouted, hoping she was still close enough to hear. “I need backup!”

Steve broke free and sprinted further into the forest, hauling himself up into a tree as quickly as he could. He touched the communicator in his ear, to make sure it was still working, and noticed that all he could hear from it was static. He pressed the manual button, and tried to contact her, or any of their other teammates. But no one answered. He dodged a crudely-made arrow and frowned, looking around himself. Suddenly, he realized he couldn’t hear the buzz of the city, or their air support, or Hulk’s roaring, or Thor’s thunder. Steve swallowed hard and looked around, keeping the trunk of the tree between himself and the aliens -- if that was what they were. He scanned the forest, realizing that it was definitely not Central Park. The trees were different, almost more ethereal. He couldn’t see the tips of skyscrapers above the treeline.

But, for some reason, he felt comfortable in this place, like he’d been here before.

An arrow whizzed by and nearly clipped Steve’s ear. He swore and noticed the creatures at the base of the tree, preparing to send more arrows up. He curled up as small as he could and put up his shield, mind racing. Where the hell was he? What were these creatures? Why did he know this place? How did he get here?

There was a commotion below him, and he waited until it died down to peek over the top of his shield. Three figures stood below the tree, two of them taller and one very short. They were looking at him strangely, as if he were totally out of place. Although, the more he looked at them, he could tell that they were completely justified. They were wearing tunics, breeches, and cloaks. They had on armor, the kind he’d only ever read about in fantasy novels. Steve’s uniform seemed to continuously baffle and amuse everyone around him anyways, even though he’d been wearing something similar since the 40s. But there was a very obvious difference here.

Steve slipped out of the tree, landing carefully on the forest floor. One of the men had a sword drawn that he held in a defensive position, the tallest one readied his bow in a flash, and the third man, a short, short man with a large beard, brandished his axe. Again, Steve realized that he couldn’t help but somehow recognize these men. He should have known who they were, but his mind was coming up blank. Instead of focusing on that thought, he slowly lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender, and then slipped the shield into its harness on his back. The men did not let their guard down. The tallest one looked at him disdainfully.

The man with the sword stepped forward, lowering his sword a little, “State your name and your business.” He was commanding, but he also seemed to sense that Steve was just as confused as they were.

“My name is Steve Rogers,” Steve answered, honestly. “I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know where I am.”

The short man growled and stepped forward, “Aragorn, I don’t believe ‘im. Let me take care of this… this spy and let’s be on our way.”

Steve blanched, suddenly going cold. Aragorn. “The Fellowship,” he breathed, before Aragorn could reply to the short man, whom Steve could only surmise was Gimli.

All of their gazes snapped to him, and the third man -- Legolas, surely -- loosed his arrow, barely grazing Steve’s ear in warning, and replaced it just as swiftly. Aragorn’s sword raised, though he gripped Gimli’s arm to keep him from charging. Steve noticed the leaf clasps that held their cloaks together.

Aragorn’s gaze locked with Steve’s wide eyes, boring into him. “How have you learned of our Fellowship?”

Steve weighed his options carefully. Telling the truth would sound fantastical to them, even in a world of magic, and might get him killed. However, if he lied, they would definitely be able to tell, and they would attack him anyways. He wished he had Thor with him, or Natasha. They would know better what to do with this. Of course, Natasha would smack him upside the head and tell him to use his brain. From what Steve knew of the story, he should be able to tell these men the truth. They would be able to tell, and even if it seemed impossible, surely they’d try to reason with him, first.

“I’m… I’m in Middle Earth, yes?” Steve asked, needing to clarify before he made a total fool of himself. He had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Are ye daft?” Gimli roared, fighting Aragorn’s grip. “Of course you’re in Middle Earth! Where else would ye be?”

Steve took a step back, putting his hands back up in placation. “I came here from New York City. My… my friends and I were in the middle of a battle, and I was somehow transported here.” He looked around, taking in the bodies of what he now knew to be Orcs and Uruk-hai around them. “These… aren’t the aliens we were fighting.” He looked back up at the three men, who simply blinked at him as they processed what he said. “Your Fellowship is part of a popular series of… stories, where I come from.”

Thinking about it, with just the three of them here, and the stillness of the forest, and the amount of dead Orcs, Steve thought he knew where in the narrative this was. If he strained his hearing, he could hear the river nearby. There was no other movement in the forest, the creatures still afraid to come out of hiding, and no Hobbits left to run through the underbrush. They were close to Amon Hen, near the River Anduin.

Legolas was the first to speak. His grip on his bow tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “Is this some kind of black magic?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered, honestly, keeping his eye on the Elf’s other hand, ready to dodge if he loosed the arrow.

Silence stretched between them all as each of the three seemed to try and decide what to do with him. Steve could only pray his team noticed he had been zapped into another universe and that Tony was going to find some way to bring him back. Even if he survived this conversation, there was no way he would be able to get back to New York on his own. He supposed he might be able to find his way through Lórien and ask the wise Elves for help, but that was a long shot. They likely wouldn’t welcome a lone human anyways, nevermind so close to the Fellowship’s visit.

Aragorn sheathed his sword, letting go of Gimli to wave at Legolas. The Elf lowered his bow, still glowering at Steve.

“You’re not lying to us,” Aragorn said, reaching a hand out for Steve to clasp, which he did, gladly. It almost felt like meeting a celebrity. “Steve Rogers, I have never heard of New York City, I do not think we are able to help you.”

Steve smiled, ruefully, “I didn’t expect you to. I don’t know how to help myself.” He glanced around, as if his team might appear. “My friends will have to find me to get me home. Is there a place nearby that is safe for me to wait for them?”

The three men looked at each other, and Gimli grumbled while Aragorn and Legolas spoke softly in Elvish to each other. Hearing the language in person made Steve feel like he might faint. Gimli didn’t seem very bothered by Steve anymore, but Legolas kept throwing him dirty looks, and Steve wondered if he shouldn’t just try to make it on his own. But before he could beg off, telling them he could manage on his own, Aragorn turned back to him.

“If you know our story already, from your… world, then you know we are leaving to chase down two of our companions who were taken by the Uruk-hai.”

Steve nodded, “Yes, I do. Merry and Pippin.” He could feel the Elf’s glare, but kept eye-contact with Aragorn.

“Come with us,” Aragorn offered. “There are not many safe places now. If you are with us, and your friends know the story as well, they will be able to find you with us.” He smirked, “And you are obviously a man of skill. Perhaps you can be useful to us, even a little.”

In his chest, Steve’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. He had to fight down a grin, knowing that it would be inappropriate. Instead, he nodded, “Thank you. I would be… honored to join you. You’re not wrong about my friends, either.”

Just like that, it was decided. Aragorn nodded once and clapped Steve on the shoulder before turning to his other companions. “We must make haste, we cannot spare another minute. Come, friends,” he smiled, as if to give them all hope, “let us run.”

Aragorn took off into the forest, Legolas hot on his heels. Gimli took off faster than Steve expected, though he did proclaim himself a “natural sprinter” in the movies that Tony forced him to watch. Steve took a moment to breathe, praying that this wouldn’t end in total catastrophe. He let himself smile, just a little, and took off into the woods.

#steverogers #aragorn #legolas #gimli #captainamerica #marvel #lord of the rings #my first crossover #baby's first crossover #also on Wattpad and AO3

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littlebitoffanfic · 6 years ago

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Fandom: Little Nightmares Characters: twin chefs (Dee, Dom), roger Relationship: twin chef/reader, Dee/reader Request: I saw you wrote a Roger one from little nightmares, but would you consider doing one of the twins? I think you called him Dee in your one. Yeyyy, im so excited. Maybe the readers a servant and its busy while the guests are there and she takes a smoke break and see dee on his and they have some nice moments with the others. I love your angsty stuff so if you can slip some of that in there, I’d really love it. Sorry for such a long request. AN: I renamed the second twin from Dum to Dom. This will also be a 2 parter Slipping out through the side door, you took a moment to allow yourself to breath. It was busy. Very busy. And with the lady overlooking much of the day, you had barely had a moment to breath. But now that the guests had gorged themselves and most had passed out in their rooms, you could breath again. Slipping further outside, you saw the hulking mass at the end of the walk way. The drop was deadly, and it always made your head spin, but it was the easiest place to sneak a cigarette. The area around was hollow and empty, allowing the smoke to drift up and eventually go to the entry point at the mouth of the maw. And when it was completely under, it would gather until your re-emerged. Your sore feet made next to no sound as you approached the man and saw the smoke rise above him. you were more of a ‘social smoker’. And by ‘social’, you meant only with Dee. You had smoked hear and there before coming onto the Maw, and when Dee had announced he was taking a smoke break, you had followed. It was rare, yes, but it was nice. You got to spend some time alone with him. “Can I have a draw?” you ask, and you saw him jump just a little, startled from your sudden appearance. But he held the white stick out to you with no question. Taking it, you took a small draw from the cigarette before offering it back to Dee. “You can have the rest.” He waved you off, turning his head away to cough slightly. “Thanks.” You smile, taking a deeper draw and allowing the smoke to slowly leave your lips. You slipped down to sit on the edge of the walkway, your feet dangling off the sides. You felt like your feet were on fire and your back hurt but it was only for a little while, then it would back to normal. When the Maw was under and you weren’t needed by guests, you spent your time as more of a general assistant to anyone who needed it. Sometimes Roger needed help with maintaining the lower quarters and sometimes the Lady asked you to clean her quarters. But most of your time was spent in the kitchen with the twins. even towards the end of the visit to the surface you would be seen in the kitchen when you weren’t upstairs. You would help with the dishes mostly and while you hated doing them, it was the company that kept you sane. Dom, the youngest of the two, was rather sweet and somewhat innocent. He just wanted to please people and didn’t really like being yelled at. you found he responded well to you if something had went wrong because you would explain to him why it was wrong and what he could do to fix it or avoid it happening again. Unlike Dee or Roger who would instantly get frustrated and snap at him. You didn’t blame them. The lady was a strict woman. You had all covered up for Dom at some point or another to protect him from her wrath. Even if Dee was frustrated and angry, he would rather take the fall for his brother than hand him over to the lady if she was angry. Dee, on the other hand, was rougher around the edges. He had a dry wit about him with a heavy dose of sarcasm when needed. At first, you couldn’t tell when he was joking, but now you were more comfortable with him and even if he was serious and you misjudged it, you could get him out of a mood. Most of the time, at least. Both twins were nearly double your height and wide, which had made them intimidating as all hell at the start. You saw them hauling massive bit of meat like it weighed nothing and although you never admitted it at the time, you found it rather attractive. Something drew you to the twins, more specifically to Dee. Maybe it was some silly girly thought of a man being able to pick you up like you weighed nothing or maybe the more primal need to seek out the strongest to protect you. whatever the reason, you gravitated to Dee. “Busy?” he asked, drawing you from your thoughts. “Very.” You nodded, taking one final draw before stubbing it out before dropping it in the small bowl the two of you used for the buds. It was nearly filled, but you would empty it tomorrow if you remembered. “Have you eaten?” Dee watched as you pushed yourself up to stand and the two of you walked back to the doorway as you shook your head. “No, I’ll grab something after-“ You were about to list a few things you wanted to do but Dee interrupted you. “I’ll make you something now.” His voice carried an air of authority that sent a tingle down your spin. You knew better than to argue with him. You followed him into the kitchen, past the pantry where Dom was re arranging the produce that would go out of date quicker. You waved to him and he returned your greeting but continued on with his work. the large kitchen was hot, but not unbearable by any means. Dee nodded to the table at the other side of the kitchen and you instantly understood. You normally sat on top of a box or two if your feet were sore while working. Or if the three of you were eating. But it had been so busy that you barley saw anyone for longer than 10 minutes. Even your smoke breaks were few and far between. You walked over and pulled a box out so you could sit atop it. The counter top was rather clean, with a few items like carrots and such littering the area around it. Dee stood at a pot, holding a bowl as he used a ladle to pour some soup into it. He set the bowel on top of a large plate and then grabbed some small rolls to pu ton the side. Dee bought the plate over to you, picking up a spoon on the way. “Sorry it aint much, doll.” He places the food in front of you but you shake your head. “No its perfect.” You smiled gratefully before grabbing a roll and pulling it in two. “I don’t know how much I could eat right now. Watching them all stuffing their faces kinda put me off a big meal.” “Yeah, that’ll happen. First time Dom went up, he didn’t want to eat any meat for a few days.” Dee nodded, understanding. Dee moved over to stir a few things that were cooking while Dom came in and out of the kitchen, swapping out some of the ingredients. It was nice, just sitting watching them go about their duties. You heard a creak from below and a door open. “Rogers coming.” You called to them, not looking up from your food as you dunked your bread in. you heard Dee chuckle before getting a similar plate and bowl ready for the janitor. Sure enough, Roger came in, grumbling a little. You asked what was wrong, but he waved you off as he climbed onto the table. “Just washed that table.” Dee growled from the other side fo the kitchen and Roger grumbled but moved to sit on a box similar to yours. “Can we eat yet?” Dom called as he poked his head in the room, obviously noticing the gathering crowd at the table. “Suppose we’d better join you’s.” Dee nodded to his brother who was quick to gather bowls and plates for him and his twin. Soon enough, the four of you were sitting round the table. Dee had dragged two chairs over for him and Dom. The boxes supported you or roger, but you doubted they would hold the brothers weight. You didn’t mean that badly. Both Dom and Dee were able to eat through their masks, which concealed their true faces. You had only seen glimpses. Grey skin with sharp teeth. It fascinated you to no end. Everyone ate in a comfortable silence. In fact, you were all very tired and sore from the days hard labour that you doubted you could hold a lively conversation. During the time between visits, the servants of the Maw ate together rather frequently. Roger might only join for evening meals and not talk a lot, but you think he must like the company. And while the time between starting and finish the meal was quiet, the evenings were spent with a nice conversation before you all parted ways to go to bed. Tonight, the phrase ‘the food never touched the side of the bowl’ was the first thing that sprang to mind. Everyone was starving so the soup and bread was quickly eaten. You had passed through earlier in the day and grabbed a plain roll just to eat in the elevator on your way up, but that had been it and you were sure the others weren’t much better than you. you pushed your empty plate and bowl away so you could lean on the table and rest your head in your arms. You were tired, but unlike the others who would be able to sleep till tomorrow, you would be required to get up if a guest rang for you. you felt yourself starting to doze on the table, only drawn in and out by the conversation between Dom and Roger once they were finished. Apparently, Roger needed to fix something, but it was a two person job. You felt the eyes of all three of them flash to you before Dom offered to help instead. you drifted in and out, hearing the faint sound of movement but nothing to make you look up or draw your eyes open. Not until you felt a hand on your back. “Come on, love. Can’t have you drooling on the table.” Dee spoke softly to you, adding a small chuckle at the end. You liked it when he spoke to you like his because it seemed to be a tone reserved only for you. “How do you know I haven’t already drooled?” You called through your arms, your voice crackling a little from lack of use, but you were still audible to make Dee chuckle. “Then you’ll be cleaning it up.” Dees hand retreats from your back as you heard a few from the table being moved. Looking up, you saw the others had left. “Wheres the others?” You asked, sitting up and stretching. You saw Dee had taken the bowls and placed them on the side to go to the dish room. “Went to replace a pipe or something.” He shrugged. “Left about an hour ago.” “An hour?!” You sat bolt upright, your voice going high as you stared wide eyed at Dee. “You should have woke me. Oh god, im sorry. Did-“ You started to ramble, quickly getting to your feet but then you felt suddenly dizzy from standing too quickly. “Whoah.” Dee was in front of you in a heartbeat, his hands on your shoulder and steadying you. “You want water?” you shook your head, holding one of your hands on your forehead to try and steady yourself. “Im fine. Just dizzy.” You look up at him. “Yer looking a little pale.” Dee sounded very concerned as he crouched down a little, so he was on eyelevel with you. “im fine, I promise.” You smile, reached over and placing your free hand on his hand that rested on your shoulder. You squeezed it, thankful that you had someone who seemed to genuinely care for your wellbeing. “Still, maybe you should stay down here for a bit.” He then goes to grab a chair and brings it over for you. “No, its fine. I can sit on the box.” You look to the side at the crate you had been sitting on but Dee was having none of it. “And what if you have a little fainting spell? Fall back and crack your head open?” Dee asked you, obviously meaning for it be rhetorical but you shrugged. “don’t worry. I’ll clean up my own blood.” You smirked at him but sat down in the chair nonetheless that he had placed down behind you and now stood with his hands on the frame. Reaching over your shoulder, you placed your hand on top of his own. “Thanks, Dee. you’re too good to me.” “You have no idea.” He chuckled but moved away as if burned suddenly. When you turned, he had busied himself with walking round you and picking up the final bowl that seemed to be his own. He called over his shoulder to you. “What do you want tomorrow?” “Sleep.” You called back. “Food.” He replied with one word as you had, making you laugh as you pondered your options. “Could you make that stew I like?” You ask, wondering if it would be too much prep for him. The thing was that you all had your own kitchens apart from the twins. Your own quarters and rogers both came with small kitchen that were meant for you to use for all your meals, with full use of the ingredients in the kitchen. In theory, Dee and Dom could tell you to cook for yourself. But they never did. “’course.” He nodded, a small chuckle seemingly indicating that he had some kind of idea about what you would want. You couldn’t help but smile as Dee stood at the large pot that was heating at the back of the room. He stirred it a few times before adding some carrots he must have chopped up while you were sleeping. Standing up, this time a little slower than before, you crossed the kitchen to him. “I’d better get back upstairs.” You reach out and rest your hand on his arm. “Be carful.” Dee instantly said, and you understood. A guest or two had been known to chase you if they saw you at night. They thought you were just a tall child or something to eat. “I will.” You smile, touched by his concern before you started to walk to the elevator. You heard a slight huff and then footsteps. “I’ll walk yah back.” Dee’s voice called to you and you paused to let him catch up. Once he was beside you, you only moved away from his side to press the button for the elevator. The two of you stepped inside and he pressed the button for the level up. Your quarters were located just before the guests floor, between the kitchen and dining area. It was small, about the side of an apartment with a bedroom, living room and kitchen. The bathroom was connected directly to your bedroom which made you feel like you had more of an en suite than a bathroom. The elevator pinged and Dee stepped out first, glancing around before you followed. It was unlikely a guest would even find their way here, but you were thankful that he was willing to check for you. “You’re incredibly sweet, Dee.” You smiled as you followed him out. You reached out and placed your hand on his broad back. “simply returning the favour.” He stepped to the side, allowing you to slip past him and into your living room as you let out a yawn. “Get some sleep, love.” “You should take your own advice.” You called over your shoulder as you made your way to your bedroom. But you paused just as you reached for your handle. Turning around, you walked back to Dee. he started to ask what was wrong, but you silenced him by throwing your arms around his shoulder and resting your head on his chest in a hug. “Thank you, Dee.” you whispered to him as you felt his massive arms engulf your body and his warmth made you sigh contently. “Aint a problem, love.” His voice was soft and quite, seeming to break a little as he held you. Touch had always been such an important thing to you. the physical contact made you feel safe and secure, and no one offered it better than Dee. Pulling back, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes closing at the contact as he sucked in a short gasp of air. He turned his head so he was face to face with you, his lips only mere centimetres away. You could his true ones under the mask, and you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned forward. But Dee apparently had the same need, closing the gap and meeting you half way. His lips pressed against your own in an almost timid fashion but once he felt you kissing him, his lips moved against your own with more need. His hands pulled you flush against his body a soft but deep groan left his throat. One of your hands travelled up with the intention of touching his cheek, but you felt your fingers brush over the edge of the mask. Curiosity forced you to do it again, this time you fingers slipped under the mask, touching his skin. His real skin. it was warmer than the mask, and rough to touch but seemed to send a shock through him. Dees hand gripped your waist and pushed you away from him, causing you to stumble back suddenly. you were both panting and now staring at each other in shock. He was shocked by your touch and you by his sudden actions. Dee was the first to pull himself together, standing up and turning away from you. “get some sleep.” He called over his shoulder as he moved back to the elevator, but it sounded more like he was snapping at you. like it was more of a demand rathe than out of concern. “Dee?” you called after him, your voice trembling as the full weight of what had happened hit you. and you realised what you might lose. he didn’t respond, entering the elevator and pressing the button with a shaking finger. “Dee?” You called out again, moving to the elevator in a panic. Just as he turned to look at you, the doors slammed shut and he was gone. You were left alone and terrified of what was to happen. Was everything ruined now? All because of your touch?

#little nightmares #little nightmares chef #little nightmares x reader #little nightmare twins #little nightmares Dee x reader #twins x reader #chef x reader

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riverrunfar · 6 years ago

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New Puppy

(I have no idea what im doing.)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Paring: deviant Connor x fem Reader

Summary: You haven't shown up at DPD in a week and Connors worried. So he goes to your house to find...a puppy?

Warnings: swearing, and some fluff

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You haven't shown up at work for the past week and people are starting to worry, especially Connor. No one has heard from you since last Monday. Connor had asked Fowler if he has heard anything from you, but he said no, then started talking about how he's mad a Y/N for not showing up for work. Connor slowly and quietly made his way out of the room so Fowler wouldn't notice. And he didn't! Connor walked away from his office and back to his and Hanks desks.

Connor sat down with a huff and crossed his arms as his eyebrows were furrowed together. Hank looked up at Connor and scoffed. "If you're so god damn worried about her, then go to her house and see if she's there. It'd be better then just sittin here waiting for her to pop up." Hank said with an annoyed tone, then took a sip of coffee.

Connor looked over at Hank slightly taken back. He hadn't even thought about that. He mentally slapped himself and nodded. Hank smirked slightly, "Okay then, I'll go tell Fowler that you had to go get somthin for me just as an excuses. Come back in like, an hour or so. But, if she needs help with somethin you can stay with her as long as she needs you okay? Just call me if anything happens okay?" Connor nodded again and stood up with a determined look on his face as he walked out of DPD.

He took a taxi to your place, which took about 20 minutes. While waiting, he went over all the possible things that could have happened to you. Which didn't help him out much as he was just getting himself more stressed then he already was.

Finally he reached your house and Connor couldn't be more anxious. He quickly walked up to your front door and knocked loudly. "Y/N? Are you there?! Its me, Connor!" he said loudly. He waited a couple seconds but no reply. So he knocked again. "Y/N?! I-" he was cut off by something braking in the house. This put Connor in panic mode. He quickly backed away from the door, only to charge at it. The door flung open and Connor quickly walked inside. He frantically looked around but he couldn't find you anywhere.

He cautiously walked around with his gun drawn, ready to shoot anything that may come as harmful. As he walked around he saw the couch was all torn up, the trash was everywhere, shoes were torn into pieces, and water was running. This put Connor on edge as he got more and more stressed. Then when he was walking around, he stepped on a...

Chew toy.

Wait what?

All a sudden he heard little pitter patters and soft barking coming from the hallway. He looked over only to find a baby corgi charging at him with a sock in his mouth. He was the cutest thing Connor has ever seen. He just aromatically melted and smiled widely.

"Koda no!" you yelled as you scrambled out of your room. You slipped on one of his toys and landed face first on the ground. As soon as Connor looked up you were on the ground. "Y/N? Are you okay?" Connor asked in a concern tone. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up, but you couldn't, your arms had failed you. Connor let out a little chuckle and helped pick you up. He lifted you up and wrapped your arm around his neck and he wrapped his arm around your back and gently helped you over to the ruined couch. He slowly laid you down, then just looked at you. He realized that you had dark bags around your eyes and that you had small bite marks on your hands. Not not bad but noticeable.

Then he felt something tug at his jacket. He looked down to see the little puppy again, chewing on his jacket. He smiled and picked him up and held him in his arms. "Who's this little guy?" Connor asked as he gently rubbed the puppy's belly. You looked over at him and smiled softly. "His name is Koda. I found him on the street all alone the other day and decided to take him in." you said with a soft voice. Connor looked up at you with a cute smile as he held the dog. This melted your heart. Like have you ever seen anything so pure?? You felt like you were gonna die of cuteness. You just wanted to cuddle them both.

"He's adorable. Is this why you haven't been at DPD all week?" Connor asked with a soft voice. You nodded and sat up slightly. "Im trying to get him back to full heath. Im going to take him to get his shots tomorrow." you said as you also rubbed Koda's belly. His left back paw started kicking when you scratched his favorite spot. You and Connor giggled at this. He sat next to you and put Koda in your lap. He just sat there and looked up at you too. You smiled softly and started petting him again.

"You know," Connor started, "You really had me and Hank worried over at DPD. We thought something happened to you." he said softly. You chuckled, "you mean you were worried. I don't really recall Hank being that worried about me." Connor blushed slightly embarrassed. You giggled and kissed his cheek, which made Connors blush deepen. You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt him stiffen for a second, then relax. "Im sorry..." you began, "I should have at least called you or something. I didn't mean for you to get all stressed and worried about me." you said softly. Connor looked down at you and smiled. He brought his fingers up to your chin and lifted your head up so you could look at him. "Its okay, all that matters is that your safe and unharmed." he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair out of your face. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "You look exhausted. Lets go put you to bed" he said softly as he stood up. "But what about Koda? I need to watch him." you said as you yawned. Connor smiled down at you and grabbed Koda gently and held him. "I'll watch him for you. Now all you need to do is get up and go put yourself to sleep." he said softly as he helped you up. You nodded tiredly as he lead you to your bedroom.

Slowly, you climbed into bed and lazily covered yourself with your blankets. You rolled over to look at him and smiled. Connor smiled back and sat on the bed next to you while still holding Koda. He softly rubbed your arm and looked at you. "Get some rest Y/N. You need it." he said softly as he got up. He was about to leave when you sudden stopped him. You gently grabbed his hand and blushed softly. He looked back at you with a confused face.

"Could...could you stay with me? Just untill I fall asleep?" you said shyly as you looked up at him. He smiled softly and nodded. He placed Koda by you, then took off his shoes and got into bed with you. Koda tiredly got up and walked to the end of the bed and laid down by yours and Connors feet. You and Connor smiled and looked at him, then back to each other.

You were about to say something, but then you stopped yourself. Connor noticed your hesitation and smiled softly, already knowing what you where going to say. "You want to cuddle?" he asked. You shyly nodded and blushed softly. He smiled and pulled you into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, then tangled your legs together. You sighed happily and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Hey Y/N?" he asked softly. "Hmm?" you hummed tiredly. "Look at me please." you did what you were told and looked backed up slightly to look up at him. Then all of a sudden you felt lips on yours. Your eyes went wide, but then closed as you returned the kiss. It was deep, passionate, and full of love. His hand trailed your side as he kept kissing you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands went in his hair.

After about 5 minutes after your guy's make-out cession, you to pulled part from each other as you panted trying to grasp for air. You smiled at him and he smile at you. He gave you small kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled and bit your lip. After he was done he kissed your head one more time and brought you closer to him again. "I love you Y/N..." he said quietly. You smiled and kissed his neck before snuggling into the crook of this neck again. "I love you too Connor." you said as you smiled happily. Then you felt little paws make there way back up to you and Connor. You both looked down to see Koda waving his tale happily as he pounced on you and Connor. You both laughed and started to pet Koda.

You looked back up at Connor, "Your helping me raise him right?" you asked. He smiled and kissed your head once more. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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I hope this was as cute as I wanted it to be! Hope you like!

#dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh connor #dbh #dbh hank #detroit become human hank #detroit become human connor #detroit connor #detroit: bh #detroit become human #i like dogs #fluff

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heathgetspersonal · 3 years ago

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It was just like any other day for me however, it was ANZAC morning.

It’s 4am, I’m up and ready to head to work for my 5am start. Working at McDonalds, ANZAC morning was always the busiest morning of the year as our memorial was right across the road so people were inclined to stop in for breakfast after the dawn parade.

Feeling on a absolute high after a crazy but fast and successful morning under the pump, I felt so good and truly on top of the world - nothing could go wrong, that was until it did and my whole world was flipped upside down.

My friend Mikayla walks in through the door, I’m smiling excited to see her until I see a look on her face while waving me down to come out the front with this confusing look on her face. I was confused and concerned, she grabs my arm and as the worlds slowly came out of her mouth saying “Ezroms killed himself”, my heart sunk so hard, I ran away after muttering “no” to the back of the store where I broke down completely, in no belief Ezrom had left us.

It was two nights prior, I was super tired but something in my head was telling me something - I just didn't know what but I had this feeling to message Ez, it was a weird feeling but I didn’t, I just went to sleep. Now, I know.

Ezrom and I dated for abit, although he was on and off the boats. I remember when we were talking at the beginning of 2016, I had this feeling about him and my intuition knew I was going to get to know him more on a deeper level. I was so drawn to him, like Im not joking. I was mentally, physically and emotionally SO drawn to him. As I got to know him more, I adored his way of thinking, the way we connected on such a deep level, one I haven't had with anyone and still to this day. Ezrom was very open minded, he was smart, he was sweet and also very straight up. He was always the light in the dark. His smile is one I could never forget. Something that I remember well is waking up in his arms, staring at his forearm tattoo that he absolutely hated and would one day cover up. I remember just laying there, looking at it while softly stroking his arm with my hand and just embracing the feeling of him. It really is something I haven’t seemed to truly forget.

I wasn't ready for Ez and I know he wasn't either, I wanted to be able to pursue a proper relationship with him but I couldn't handle it long distance so I thought it would be better if we separated with me hoping that one day we’d be together again.

Things between Ez and I weren't finished, I wasn't finished and I know deep down he could of felt the same. It’s so selfish to say that when he was truly in pain and dealing with something more evil than I ever imagined.

The days leading up to his passing we had chatted quite a few times and that was the first time since I had last seen him in November before he went out on the boat. It broke my heart.

I am so lucky and grateful to have spent the time I did with Ezrom before he passed, we shared some great memories together and some amazing conversations, never did I think that him sliding into my dms would eventually turn into him being my biggest heartbreak.

His passing has taught me a lot but also, has given me a purpose to keep going and I know hell be up there, absolutely proud. It’s been almost 4 years and I still miss him. Thats the thing about grief, it truly is a forever thing.

Suicide isn't the answer, if you are struggling, please reach out for help.

Until we meet again Ez, my special friend.

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vizhi0n · 7 years ago

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Sundown - Part 1

YOOO IM BACK ON MAH BULLSHIT

(Before i go on, there is major spoilers for the Walking Dead season 8 Premier. If you haven’t seen it yet you should probs watch the ep before u read this)

Anyway in honor of last nights premier I decided to finally drag my ass back into self-insert Negan realm and write “reader/me/you getting trapped with Negan during the Sanctuary attack. Anywho this is just a brainless excuse to write smut and other wild shit so enjoy.

If u wanna be tagged lemme know (this is gonna be a multi-chapter thing) And if u don’t wanna be tagged lemme kno.

Homies:

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Rating: M Overall cause there’s gonna be smut later. Also Simon might make an appearance bc he is bae.

I could count the number of times I’d been a good Samaritan on one hand. I rarely ever went out of my way to help strangers in this hellscape of a world. That being said, I certainly wouldn’t go out of my way to help someone who had been a complete and utter assfuck to everyone around him, and had conspired behind our backs to get us to surrender during the most intense confrontation of our lives.

Yet when Gregory, limping, stumbled into me and practically tackled me, panting and nearly in tears, I stopped.

Any other time, I would have brushed him away. But this wasn’t “any other time.” Members of the Hilltop, Alexandria, and The Kingdom were making a hasty retreat as a massive horde of walkers, drawn towards us by Daryl, barreled down on the Sanctuary. I could hear both Rick and Ezekiel shouting for everyone to head towards the cars, but Gregory’s grip on my arm tightened.

“Help me.”

I had about three seconds to make a decision. The Saviors were firing at anything that moved — walkers, humans, it didn’t matter. Sucking in a breath I jerked Gregory behind cover, gun cradled against my chest. I could see our getaway vehicle just a few yards away.

Mistake number one: leaving Gregory closer to the vehicle. I could see the glint in his eyes as we remained pinned, the sound of gunfire deafening.

Hoe don’t do it.

He glanced over at me and I gave him the most caustic glare I possibly could, a glare that hopefully indicated that I wasn’t above putting a bullet in his leg and leaving him to rot. Nevertheless, before I had a chance to even shout or aim my weapon, he was gone, darting towards the armored car.

Oh. My. God.

A barrage of gunfire kept me from sprinting after him. I cursed, pressing myself against the concrete slab. I couldn’t see Rick or Maggie or Ezekiel — I could only see the undead, slowly bearing down on me. I heard the squeal of tires against asphalt as Gregory left without so much as a glance or a fucking wave.

I rolled to the side, not caring whether or not I got shot. A bullet to the brain was far better than becoming walker chow. I wasted two precious seconds trying to figure out where I was., and a half second grasping for my knife —

My knife was gone. The thick, curved blade had disappeared from my belt.

I had no idea if Gregory had somehow pickpocketed me — he had no idea how to even properly use a knife, but he certainly didn’t know that — or if I’d dropped it during the fight.

I was forced to shoulder past a walker, keeping my head ducked. I’d only see a layout of the Sanctuary once, but being in the midst of it was very, very different than studying it on a piece of paper.

A walker grasped at my shirt, but I tore away, nearly falling. I clutched my gun tight, but there were so many, he horde so thick in numbers it would have been impossible, albeit fruitless, to try and shoot.

I tried to the first door I saw. It was locked. Weaving and ducking my way towards the second door took a harrowing fifteen seconds. I kicked away a walker, relieved to find that the door handle moved. I fell forward and was dumped onto carpet — I kicked the door shut from where I lay, abruptly cutting off the roar of the undead. All I heard now was a faint hum and my own ragged breathing.

“I hope you’ve got your shitting pants on.”

I recognized the voice immediately. For a split second I contemplated opening the door and leaping back out with the walkers. Being eaten alive wouldn’t last long, right? They’d eat my brains first. Or maybe my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see when they—

“You are about to shit your pants.”

I looked up. Negan stood above me, smiling despite the ludicrous situation we were both in. We locked gazes and he raised his eyebrows. He wasted no time in offering me a hand, Lucille clutched tightly in the other.

I didn’t take it. I stood on my own, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. The moment I began inching towards my gun, Negan kicked it away, where it skidded across the room and against the wall.

He’ll kill you.

You’re not going down without a fight.

I caught him off guard by lunging. He was a good half a foot taller than me. He was also broader, more muscular. I certainly was no linebacker, but I tacked him anyway. That smile on his face disappeared the moment his back hit the carpet. Lucille flew from his grip.

His gloved hand flew up and immediately pushed my face to the side. I grunted, boldly clamping my teeth down on one of his fingers. His bark of surprised pain was satisfying, though it didn’t last long. His opposite hand cuffed my cheek, easily overpowering me.

Now I was on the carpet, struggling as he pinned me down. I struggled, cursing, shrieking and trying to ensure that he didn’t get ahold of my wrist. I was vaguely aware of him saying something, probably demanding me to stop.

I wasn’t listening.

So, he reared back and delivered a solid left hook to my cheek. My head snapped to the side and my shouts stopped.

“Be fucking quiet! Do not make me hit you again, holy fuck,” Negan snarled. I didn’t look at him, keeping my cheek firmly planted against the ground. I could taste blood in my mouth. I went to speak, but Negan stopped me. “You are so fucking lucky that I didn’t just fucking kill you. I wasn’t going to, but goddamn…we’re in a fucked up situation here, and I would kindly appreciate if you calmed the fuck down.”

“Rick almost killed you out there. I saw it. Whatever you do to me, it won’t fucking hurt me,” I bared my teeth. “You have nothing to threaten me with.”

“Who the fuck said anything about threatening you? I mean, you clearly don’t give a fuck if you live or die, considering how you just took a huge fucking risk by jumping on me like that.”

He still had me pinned. We were both sucking in deep, gulping breaths. “I only jump on people I hate.”

“You hate me? You just fucking met me!”

“I know who you are. I saw what your people did — what they can do. Safe to say that you’re not know as the ‘best dude on Earth’ around these parts. Kind of why we attacked you.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I don’t care if you hate me. I’m your way out of here,” Negan leaned in closer, “And you’re my way out of here. That’s the fucking reality of it.”

“Says who?”

“Say’s those undead pricks outside. You stumbled in here on accident, right? I’m assuming this wasn’t a fucking suicide mission?”

“I can make it a suicide mission.”

“Wow. You really don’t fucking care about life then, do you?” Negan released my wrists, still straddling me to the carpet. He eased back a bit, rubbing his temple. “Shit. Maybe I should kill you.”

“Do it.”

“Fuck, no. I’ve already gotten Lucille dirty enough.”

I turned my head, looking at the bat in the corner. Negan rose, leaving me on the ground while he collected both Lucille and my assault rifle. I watched as he walked over, obviously limping. I saw a dark red patch on his thigh, but said nothing. He slung the gun over his shoulder before returning to stand over me, once again offering me his hand.

“Let’s try this shit again. If you attack me, I’ll kill you. And I mean that.”

Rolling my eyes, I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up. The moment I was standing I reached for my gun, but Negan reeled back.

“Hold up, princess.”

“Call me ‘princess’ again and I’ll rip your fucking nuts off,” I snapped. I made another move for the gun, and once again, Negan avoided my reaching arm.

“I said hold the fuck up. You’re not getting this gun back until I know that I can trust you. Besides, you won’t be needing it. Bullets aren’t going to get us out of here — not yet.”

I raised my hands in a placating gesture, trying to keep calm. That smug smirk on his face was pissing me off. I said, “Fine. Whatever. So what’s the plan? How are we getting out?”

“No fucking clue. i was hoping you would know.”

Of all the people that could have gotten stuck…why did it have to be me? Why couldn’t it have been Gregory or, hell, Gabriel. At least a priest would have knowledge on patience.

But no. It was my skinny-ass, short self. Of all people God or fate or whatever could have chosen.

One way to look at it: you’re not locked in here with him, he’s locked in here with you.

Now prove it.

#negan #my writing #negans thirst squad #vizhi0nw

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illnesssecretsanta · 7 years ago

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for the ever-lovely @taylor-tut aaaaaaaaa i was so happy to be your secret santa omg i love your blog!! and im really interested in these characters now. I hope that i did them any justice at all, because i didn't have a whole lot about them and their interactions to go on?? and also its not all that long so im sorry but i still hope its alright? so i hope that they are as wonderful as im sure you write them. enjoy lovely!!!!

Kari didn’t get sick often. And when she did, it was usually just an easy, minor cold or something. But this? This was some bullshit. Bull. Shit.

She’d woken up yesterday feeling a little yucky. No, no, that was too serious. A little… under the weather. But even that was a stretch. A little off. Just a bit. She had had a headache and was parched when she’d woken up after one, two, three and a half hours of sleep for about the sixth night in a row. She’d been busy, okay? The grind never stops, you know. And, of course, she knew it wasn’t good for her. But she had stuff to do! So she’d gotten a glass of water for her parched throat and closed her eyes for a moment before going on with her day. The headache persisted, but so did she.

Then, she’d woken up the next morning -this morning- and BLAM, more than a bit off. She’d thrown her blankets off in the middle of the night apparently; she vaguely remembered that it had been scorching hot. But now she was shivering like crazy. Despite how hot she’d been last night, she was freezing now.

She sat up in bed and felt her shirt cling to her back. Her thick, dark hair was clumped against the back of her neck. She ran her hands through it and could feel how drenched in sweat it was. All of her was. She groaned and reluctantly -hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be disappointed- touched the back of her shaky hand to her forehead. It was hot. Too hot. She was disappointed.

She groaned again and swung her legs out of bed. With as useless as she normally was, she couldn’t afford to lay in bed all day, out of commission. She had things to do. For one thing, she had to go out but some food (it was her day to buy the week’s supply) and meet then Ruby back at the small cottage in which they were staying to talk about where they were going next. They’d been travellling for a while. A glance at her pocketwatch told her it was 7:12. She had to get moving.

But standing up was a bad choice. Big mistake. The world spun around her at the same time a searing pain shot through her skull. She cried out in pain and yanked her hands to grasp her head. The sharp movement knocked her off balance and she sunk to the floor, slamming her knees against the carpet.

She took a deep breath in, shaky and unsure. She sat there for what felt like five minutes, just clutching her head in agony. But after some time, the pain subsided. She blinked heavily and raised her head back up. She had to stand up. She couldn’t just lay here all day; she had things to do. So, grabbing the post of her the bedframe, she hoisted herself back up onto her knees. She couldn’t really see clearly because the whole room was spinning and blurry, but she knew where the door was, and she could make out shapes and colors just fine. Ignoring the pain in her head, she stood up all the way.

Now that she was standing, she was sure that she was ready. She’d fallen asleep in her pirate jacket, so she was already dressed. Her hair was a mess around her shoulders, but she figured it was no big deal. So she took a step and headed towards the door. If she’d thought she was having trouble before, she was in for a most unpleasant surprise with that first step. Her legs might as well have had a mind of their own, because they did not obey. No, in fact, instead of planting onto the floor to walk, they buckled and then loosened and she crumpled to the floor again.

Tears were already prickling the back of her eyes. Yeah, there was no way she’d be able to make it out of her room, down the stairs, through the woods, and into town in order to buy food at the market, and then make it back, and certainly not in time to meet with Ruby at 8;30 like they’d discussed. She took shallow breaths, focusing on what she should do. It was her turn to buy the food. And Ruby had told her two days ago that they needed a private conversation to talk about their rnext move. Saving the universe requires planning, you know. But how could they save anything if she was like this on the floor? They couldn’t. That’s why she had to get up. She had to get up and find Ruby. She had to-… Fuck, she couldn’t even think, her head hurt so badly. She thought she felt a tear slide out through her squeezed-shut eye, but she couldn’t really tell. Basically, every feeling she could feel was blocked out by how terrible she felt right now, by how badly her head hurt, by how clammy and suffocated she felt laying in a ball on the floor. She just knew she had to go out and find Ruby. She had to find Ruby. That’s all she could think about.

“Ruby,” she slurred, but nobody was even there to hear it, of course. She repeated this sad slur with a sore throat and tears quietly sliding down her flushed cheeks for as long as she could. She couldn’t tell how long it was. She just knew it hurt her throat. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear someone calling her name.

“Kari,” they said, a hundred miles away. “Kari, oh my god, Kari?”

“Ruby?” she said weakly again.

“Kari! Can you hear me?”

She only croaked out, “Ruby?” And then she heard nothing and felt nothing.

Kari woke up many long hours later in a room that was not hers. There was something on her head, something heavy and cold and wet. She began to reach up for it but-

“Don’t move.”

Kari groaned and pried her eyes open. The blinds were drawn, but the amount of light in the room still sent a pulse of pain through her head. Slowly looking around the room, she saw Ruby in a wooden chair by the side of her bed.

“Ruby?”

Her arms were crossed and her eyes were steely. Her jaw was clenched tight.

“So, when were you planning on telling me that you were sick?” Ruby asked. Her voice was cold.

“Ruby?” Kari asked again. It was about the only thing she could think of right now.

Ruby pressed her lips together, the frustration obvious. “Yes, it’s me.”

“The food,” Kari said, the memory coming back to her. It was half a question, and half an apology.

“I had Leora get it.”

“Ruby, I’m-”

“Don’t,” hissed Ruby. “How long have you been sick?”

“Sick?” Kari croaked.

“Sick,” Ruby repeated slowly. “Your temperature was 104.7 when I found you. So, how long?”

“I… don’t know,” Kari admitted. “I, uh, felt kinda weird yesterday.” She looked around, now noticing it was dark in the room. A candle was lit in the corner, but that was about the only light in the room. “Wait, what day is it?”

“Oh, you’ve been asleep for about 20 hours, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yes,” Kari said slowly. 20 hours? How was that even possible? “I haven’t really been getting much sleep recently.”

Ruby frowned. “Apparently not.”

Kari seemed to miss any frsutration in Ruby’s voice at all. “So, wait, what happened?”

Ruby raised her eyebrows. “You don’t remember?”

“Not a whole lot. It’s fuzzy.”

“Uh huh,” Ruby said. “Well, I found you on the floor of your room after you didn’t show up to mine by 9. I asked the innkeeper if she’d seen you leave, but she said she hadn’t seen anyone leave since last night. I asked Leora if she’d talked to you since the night before, but she said no. So I went to your room to check if mabye you were still alseep.”

Kari gulped. “I was-”

“On the floor, crying and whimpering and not even half conscious.” She uncrossed her arms and sat forward, grabbing the thing on Kari’s forehead. Kari could now tell that it was a washcloth. Ruby flipped it over and replaced it on Kari’s head, a new wave of cool water easing a slight pain Kari hadn’t noticed was there. “I was calling your name for a good three minutes before you even said anything. You just… wouldn’t wake up. You weren’t bleeding or anything, you were just… laying. You finally answered. You said my name. But I could barely even hear it. Then I touched you and flipped you over, and you were cooking in that thing.” She nodded towards the foot of the bed, where Kari’s pirate coat was now laying.

“Oh,” Kari said. She hadn’t even realized she wasn’t wearing it.

“And once you said my name that once, you were out for real. Deadweight. So I brought you over here, took your temperature, and then tried to do what I could. I’ve been replacing your washcloth pretty often, but I couldn’t do much for the fever snice you were still asleep.”

“I was calling your name for a while, I think,” Kari said.

“You were?”

Kari blinked.

“For how long?”

“I don’t know. Since I was on the floor.”

“Oh,” is all that Ruby said. She didn’t know that Kari had been there for so long.

There was a long pause. Kari was almost entirely asleep again before Ruby spoke.

“Okay. I’m gonna go bring you some food. I have some tea for you, but I don’t want you to sit up just yet, so just stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Kari nodded slowly, sleepily. She watched Ruby leave the room and close the door behind her. Then she watyched the flame of the candle dance until her eyelids slipped shut again.

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ice-cream-beat · 8 years ago

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9 with a platonic Rokuven? I love how you write and I need more things with them :)

ahhh thank you! I do enjoy writing these two together, it’s really fun to try and figure out how their friendship might go. :’D And super sorry for the lateness!

#09. things you said when i was crying

summary: “Just tell me,” he implored gently: “what’re you looking for?”

Roxas wavered. Axel, the rest of the Organization, the man in Twilight Town, even… even somebody else, he couldn’t remember who… They were all so busy with their own intentions and plans that they either pushed him away or strung him along, sometimes both. Naminé had been different – she gave him answers when nobody else would – but even then… When had anybody ever asked him what he wanted? [Roxas + Ventus.]

Ao3 version here

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“Roxas! Wait–!”

A hand closed around Roxas’ wrist and stopped him in his tracks. The grip was firm and tight – authoritative, not beseeching – but without hurting. He didn’t turn around.

“Roxas, listen,” the voice behind that hand pleaded. “Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” was Roxas’ flat, quiet reply. “Let go.”

For an immeasurable moment in time – if time even passed here – there again fell that eerie silence. The waves lapping at the shore, the breeze stirring the palm trees, the outlines of gulls soaring far overhead… none of them made a sound. They had never made a sound, not once in the undefined space of time since Roxas had found himself here. It was like a dream, except the glaring sun and sparkling sand were too bright, too sharp. The grip on his arm was too solid and real.

“C’mon, just… talk to me.” The request, though harmless, made Roxas’ temper flare again. This guy always wanted to talk. He always had something to say, something positive and cheerful and calm – but Roxas only perceived that attitude as resignation. He had given up and accepted the fate of being stuck here, idealizing some eventual mercy on Sora’s part; but while Roxas was naive in a lot of ways, he wasn’t stupid. He knew there was nobody left to trust here but himself.

Slowly, Roxas finally turned around partway, but he didn’t back down to ease the tension along their arms. The face looking back at him smiled hopefully – a face that probably should have shocked him a lot more than it had the first time he saw it, but he had never been in the habit of looking into a mirror regularly. Coming across a face identical to his own had been startling and confusing, but probably not as shell-shocking as it would have been for some people. Normal people.

But Ventus, too, was arguably far from normal. He took this place in stride, despite having been here for so long. He spoke of Sora fondly, despite admitting that he didn’t “exactly” know him, whatever that meant. And sometimes Roxas heard him talking out loud, as though in conversation with somebody, but every time he looked there was nobody else there and Ventus would give a sad smile and an awkward laugh and brush it off.

“What’re you gonna do?” Ventus pressed. “What d’you think you can do from here?”

“He’s close.” Roxas wrinkled his nose, his stare turning distant even as it stayed on Ventus. Here, he could always feel Sora, but he was always distant, like somebody just outside of speaking distance that he couldn’t reach. Now… now he was nearby. Roxas knew where he was – where they all were – he felt the chilly touch of the World That Never Was, and something about that atmosphere put Sora closer to them – or maybe they were closer to him. Roxas was certain he could reach him now, that all his anger and grief could finally go somewhere.

That remark wasn’t really an answer, but Ventus was patient. He had to be after this long. “Even if you can talk to ‘im… then what?”

Roxas’ hands curled into fists. He didn’t want to talk to Sora. Despite his silence, or maybe because of it, Ventus must have detected his intention because he frowned. Roxas turned away again, indifferent and indicating he was done with the conversation. He’d thought, at first, that Ventus would understand him – he seemed like the only one who could – but it was clear they were too different. Either Ventus was too forgiving and laidback, or he hadn’t lost enough to be angry. He couldn’t possibly have understood how Roxas felt, not with that constant, blithe cheeriness, which meant that Roxas was once again alone and taking matters into his own hands.

Get to Sora. It was the only thing he could think of. The only thing to do besides walking in circles here.

“Roxas…” Ventus tried again. “I know you’re upset, but you gotta hear me out. There’s… there’s somethin’ you’re missing. I don’t think you can see it as long as you’re mad like th–” His voice cut off with a small sound of surprise, his fingers tensing in the same second, as a flash of light and sound of metal interrupted him. Slowly, Roxas looked over his shoulder, the Keyblade in his right hand staying low at his side.

“Let. Go.” It wasn’t up for debate.

Ventus met his gaze with an uncertain, concerned one – but it quickly hardened as his frown deepened. “No.”

Why… Why does everybody try to tell me what to do–

In a swift and sudden motion Roxas pivoted around and wrenched his arm free of Ventus’ grasp, his second Keyblade flashing into his hand. With nothing short of a fighter’s instinct Ventus retreated a couple steps with a solemn glare, shifting his stance and reaching out to the side to summon his own weapon – but he didn’t. Instead his attention was drawn to the latter of Roxas’ Keyblades, and something about it seemed to give him pause. He stared at the white blade, confused and thoughtful – and as odd as that was, Roxas was out of patience. He didn’t ask for an explanation; he didn’t want one.

“I’m going,” he repeated in a snap. “I don’t care who – or what you are. Don’t get in my way.”

That drew Ventus’ stare back to his face, and for a long, uncertain moment neither of them moved. Then, finally, Ventus straightened up again into his usual easy posture, but his head twitched towards his right shoulder and he glanced aside, as if listening to something behind him. After another few seconds he turned to Roxas fully, but not before stealing a glimpse at each Keyblade one more time.

“Okay…” He was quiet. Roxas wasn’t sure whether the remark was meant for him or just a thought spoken aloud. “Maybe… it’s the only way,” Ventus murmured. He sounded… sad. And the next look he gave Roxas matched the tone, although there was something resigned in it. “Just tell me,” he implored gently: “what’re you looking for?”

More importantly… what did he want, really?

“…Anything,” he answered quietly, gruffly. “Answers. Proof that… he’s the right one.”

“The right one…?”

Roxas gave a sharp, stiff nod. “He was chosen. Not me. I need… I need to know why.” His fingers tightened around his hilts until his palms stung. “That’s the very least he can do for me.”

“Roxas – you gotta ask yourself, what’s really most important to you?” Ventus challenged suddenly. “Isn’t there somethin’ else? Somethin’ that matters more than answers?”

Something… else? What kind of question was that?

“No,” Roxas answered, but his doubt showed. “Why would there be? What d’you know? You don’t know me.”

“I don’t,” Ventus agreed, “but somebody else does. Somebody who’s worried about you.” As he spoke, the air around him seemed to shimmer and bend slightly. Behind him, something dark – a shadow, about as tall as he was – blinked into view, but when Roxas tried to look at it directly, it disappeared. “You gotta try and remember,” Ventus was saying. “I know you haven’t lost it. Nobody would lose memories that important–”

“Enough!”

Ventus was no better than the others. Claiming to care but talking in vague terms, refusing to be straight with him… Roxas was done with it. All of it. He spun around and tore off down the beach, kicking up sand as he went. He didn’t look back to see if Ventus tried to grab him again, but he could already tell he wasn’t following.

As he approached the end of the shore, the point at which he would have to turn the corner and take the door through that wooden structure, the colors around him started to fade: the sky, the sand, the water, it all slipped into a grey hue that continued to darken, until he was finally running through an empty blackness.

Still that pull on his heart remained. He kept running, trusting it to take him where he wanted to go.

* * *

Ven continued to stare down the beach long after Roxas was gone. No, “gone” wasn’t right – he was still close. Ven could still feel him. He was just elsewhere.

“You sure that was the right thing?” he wondered. “I could’ve stopped him.”

“I don’t think you could have.” Soft footsteps crunched gently over the sand until the second presence stepped up beside him. “Not without the two of you getting hurt… and he’d just look for another opportunity, anyway.”

Ven hummed unhappily. “But Sora…”

“He’ll be okay.” That was said with a smile. “They both will. Roxas knows who he is, deep down… I think that’s the real ‘answer’ he’s looking for.”

“Huh… You know ‘im really well, don’t you?”

“Mm. But I also know what he’s going through.” There was a pause. “Ven… I’m sorry for asking so much of you. But if he never remembers–”

“I’m sure he will,” said Ven resolutely. “I bet it’s just like you said: he just has to work through everything he’s feeling first.”

That prompted a nod. “I hope so. But… if that isn’t the case… and you’re still the only one who can see me… Roxas is going to need a friend.”

For another moment neither of them spoke. Then Ven nodded with an affirmative sound. “Right. I’ll help him out.”

“Thanks.”

* * *

When Roxas returned, he found the brightness of the beach was no longer blinding. This time he felt the touch of the sun’s rays on his face and neck – not hot, but warm. Welcoming.

Ventus descended on him in a heartbeat, bolting across the sand to slide to a halt in front of him. “Roxas! What–” He stopped short, staring wide-eyed at Roxas’ face – and the small half-smile it wore. “Roxas…?”

“It’s okay.” Turning to look out over the waters, Roxas realized he had never really taken them in. He hadn’t appreciated the splash of cheerful color that the World That Never Was had lacked; he hadn’t really considered what a change in tone it was from the perpetual, sleepy sunset of Twilight Town. He liked both. “I get it now.”

“What happened?” asked Ventus cautiously. “Did you actually meet him?”

“Yeah…” Roxas thought back for a moment to what had transpired: a brutal and angry confrontation that had seemed to both last forever and end in an instant. Only a handful of words, all of which had only meant anything to himself. And a fight that he didn’t mind having lost. “It wasn’t what I expected,” he admitted.

“So… did you find what you were looking for? Answers?”

Roxas hesitated, and then looked back to Ventus as he nodded lightly. “Yeah, actually. I did.” It was all right now. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t sad, that he didn’t miss Axel or still sting inside from how fast his life had gone downhill to land him here… but that dark, crushing weight in his chest was gone. He no longer felt like he needed to lash out. He no longer felt angry. Maybe that was why this beach seemed so much clearer to him now. Maybe his feelings – because that’s what they were, he felt things, Nobody or not, heart or not – maybe they had blinded him before. And now…

Now he could see.

He started to say something else to Ventus, but stopped when he noticed something behind him. Doing a double-take, Roxas realized it was a second figure. Standing further back, dressed in the same black coat as himself, hands folded in front of her hips as she watched and waited as though she had been there the whole time–

Roxas stared. Ventus picked up on it, followed his gaze, and then quickly stepped back and out of the way with a small, knowing smile of his own. Roxas barely noticed him, because he was busy wondering why his chest ached and his eyes began to sting as he went on watching the strange girl, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar…

The gentle touch on his back nearly made him jump. He heard Ventus speak just behind his shoulder. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? It’s been awhile since you’ve seen her.”

“Wh…” Roxas had to swallow and try again. His throat felt thick, and the lump in the middle of it made his voice come out deeper than usual. “Who is…?”

“She’s one of your best friends, right?”

The girl smiled at that, but it looked like an uncertain expression. She otherwise didn’t budge, and her eyes stayed on Roxas.

“My best…?” Roxas echoed, his voice hushed now. A strange sensation shot up through his neck, his skull, and into his temples, making him stumble forward as he expected to be hit with pain – but instead it was only warmth, gentle and comforting but also tinged with grief, and with it came words and voices, pictures and sounds and…

Her.

Blanks that he hadn’t even realized were blanks – they began to fill in, nearly overwhelming him, but he felt Ventus’ firm hand on his bicep, holding him up – but it did nothing for the strange pounding in his ears, his chest, or the hot, wet tracks that ran unbidden down his face. There was no stopping any of that.

Roxas tried to speak, but only managed a shuddering breath. He swallowed again, hard. “Xi… Xion!” He forced his dizzy head up, blinking through blurry eyes, and found her standing directly in front of him. She, too, had tears on her face and a tremble in her shoulders – but she smiled through every second of it.

“Roxas…”

He had forgotten her. Even after remembering so much… he had forgotten all about her and hadn’t even realized it. That was the only thing that made him pause right then, that kept him from rushing forward to try and make it up to her. How could he possibly have forgotten her, one of his best…? What kind of person – what kind of friend would…

“Roxas.” Ventus this time. He leaned in to catch Roxas’ eye, still holding his arm. Still smiling. Despite always having something to say, now he was silent – but it was fitting, somehow. Roxas took more simple strength from that hand on his arm, more reassurance from that gaze, than he probably could have from any positive or encouraging thing Ventus might have said right then. For the first time since meeting him, Roxas suddenly wondered if Ventus did understand him, at least a little. Or maybe even more than that.

He looked at Xion again, who was still watching him, and waiting, as she must have done for a long time now. Not alone, thanks to Ventus, but still without her best friends. Still forgotten.

Roxas wasn’t sure what pushed him to the gesture – he certainly hadn’t been familiar with it during his time in the Organization; maybe it was some fragment of his fake, broken memories. Maybe it was something else. He didn’t stop to think or even care – the only thing that seemed right in that moment was to stagger forward and clumsily throw his arms around her. She was solid and warm. She was real.

He felt her return the hug tightly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“You remember…”

#he mad #poor smol angry child and poor smol light child trying to calm down smol angry child #i didn't really intend to have so much of a third character there bUT #when it adds to the sad W H Y N O T #fanfic #mine #roxas #ventus #kingdom hearts #and yeah i am #stupidly late in getting this up i'm sorry #rl's usually chill until i decide to take requests #then it goes N O P E U GOTTA BE BUSY K

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