#we also held hands under the blankets on the sofa

[gghostwriter]

Whispered Truths

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your weekly reading club with boyfriend, Spencer Reid, has never been as sweet and life-changing as this night Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 0.8k a/n: This is actually a request from @bloodredrubyrose and I really liked how this came out. I also used my favorite piece of fiction here as a prop so I hope you like it! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

Couples, no matter how new or old, tend to create personalized dates as a way to strengthen the relationship. Some go on hikes together, some go on travels, while some stay in the comfort of their homes—under a blanket with a chosen book on hand.

You and Spencer definitely fall under the latter category. It was quite obvious from the first meeting that literature would be one of the strongest bonding agents between you and him. After all, it was how you were brought together—crashing into one another at the library with books and miscellaneous items scattered on the tiled floor. A few shy glances and bewitching dates later, you found yourself spending your Saturday nights in the presence of your boyfriend of six months, hosting an exclusive reading club with just two members, you and him.

“I never thought of it that way,” your left hand paving an aimless path through Spencer’s curly hair while the other held the book up high.

The pitter patters of the rain outside softly echoed through the walls. You were propped up on the loveseat sofa, his head resting on your lap as he looked upwards in question in regards to your statement.

“Never thought of which?” His voice low and soft, striking a resemblance to how he gazed at you oh so lovingly. As if you were the most riveting piece if art he had ever laid his eyes upon.

“How water played a big symbol throughout the whole book. It was really focused on during the first chapters but I—I just never quite connected the dots,” you clarified, bring the book to a close.

It was your choice for the week, East of Eden by John Steinbeck—a modern classic and had been your favorite work of literature since high school. Spencer had lent his copy to you last week and you vice versa—both turning brown from age, pages about to fall apart from its binding, annotations scribbled on the margins and any lengthy self reflections written on various notebook pages sandwiched in between.

“Your explanation on the empty pages at the end—how water is capable of bringing both life and death. Water being essential for the crops but at the same time, drowned victims. It’s such a poignant note that I think I just fell more in love with Steinbeck’s writing,” you added. “It also made me realize how water in his novel represents the dual capacity of the human soul for good and evil. How we are all filled with conundrums and contradictions and what makes us different from the other species on Earth is our ability to choose whether we are good or evil—” Spencer had sat up and leaned in, interrupting your musings. “—what?” You breathed out as his lips hovered on yours.

The once cozy atmosphere quickly charged with tension and desire that seemed to ooze out of Spencer. There was little space in between and you had no doubt that from the outside looking in, it looked like he was kissing you but he was not, rather a sliver of air was still given space to pass through. So close but so far.

You studied his features up close. How his long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings beating against the wind as his molten, darkened, hazel eyes flickered between your lips and eyes. How his nose lightly caressed yours in an endless Eskimo kiss. How his cheeks stained into a lighter shade of red. And how his pink tongue peeked out to wet his pillowy lips. 

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered as if it was some kind of national secret that he now felt right to expose.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time he had said it. His love for you had been conveyed with every touch, with every action, and with every silence but this was the first time he had put it into words.

His lips caressed yours—the pressure almost non-existent. A ghost of a kiss to gauge your reaction and consent.

“I love you,” he repeated a little louder this time, eyes locking into the very depths of your soul. “You and your mind have enchanted me since the beginning—so beautiful, so captivating.”

The butterflies set free in your stomach caused you to viscerally shiver in reaction.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

A smile graced his face and it was bright and as blinding as the sun, like it had finally decided to stop hiding behind the clouds and show itself in all of its glory.

He leaned in once more. The pressure from his lips now heavier and headier, trying to stamp his everlasting mark on you and in between all these kisses were whispers of his utter devotion and adoration until there was no more space—until you both became one on his loveseat sofa.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[l-starsz]

pls can you do billie giving backshots to r laying on the couch while they’re having a movie night at their friends house? or something like this THANKS 🫶

a/n: i hope this is okay ml🫶

i laid on the sofa cuddled up against billies chest. we were at a friends house having a movie night, a few other people joined, making five of us there including me and billie. we were just over halfway through a movie, my girlfriends hands running through my hair.

i was half asleep until i felt one of her hands trail under the blanket, moving down until it reached my thigh. then my clit. she rubbed tight circles against it, causing me to hide my face in her hoodie. she continued for a little bit, and then stopped and moved her hand. she did this a few times throughout the movie, teasing me whilst i struggled to stay quiet.

once the movie ended, one of our friends spoke.

“hey we’re gonna go make some food, we might be a while, do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here and watch something else while we’re gone?”

billie looked down at me as i looked at her.

“uhh, we’re gonna stay here, we’re kind of tired.”

they nodded and went to the kitchen, just leaving billie and i alone in the living room. the quiet end credits played from the last movie in the background as we held eye contact for a little bit. my cheeks flushed pink as she leaned closer, smirking at me. i placed my hand against her stomach, then pulled her face impossibly closer.

she immediately pressed her lips against mine. her tongue slipped into my mouth, fighting against mine before gaining dominance. slight whines left my mouth as her hands roamed down to my hips, holding me in place. before i knew it, she was pulling her joggers off, and i noticed her dick pressing hard against her boxers.

well if i wasn’t wet before then i certainly was now. i was quickly being turned around, my joggers also pulled off, face buried against the sofa cushions and my back arching. my knees were planted against the sofa whilst the rest of my lower half was raised in the air. i dripping all over myself when i felt billie push inside of me.

her hands grasped my hips tight, the pressure sure to leave marks there. she thrust into me at a quick pace, which made me moan out loud.

“fuck angel. you need to be quiet for me love. can’t have them walking in on us can we?”

i shook my head and whimpered as her hand pressed over my mouth.

“that’s it pretty baby. you can do it. stay quiet for me alright? doing so good for me.”

i whimpered and held on tight to the cushions beneath me. she sped up as slight tears fell from my eyes, soaking into the sofa. i felt one of her hands carefully run up my back, burying itself into my hair and playing with it whilst i struggled to stay quiet.

i tightened around her. i was getting close. closer. tighter. needier. my whimpers started to grow louder once again when i heard billie whisper to me.

“are you close baby? i can feel it. cum for me, you’re doing so good.”

one last moan came out of me as i came over her dick, causing her to cum too. she fucked me through my orgasm, and hers too. i completely collapsed onto the sofa, my body limp as she carefully pulled out of me, running her nails lightly across my back to comfort me. we stayed like this for a minute or so until i felt billie reach over me to grab some tissues off the small table by the sofa. she cleaned us both up as best she could, helping me with my clothes. she obviously put her own clothes back on too.

she quickly put a new movie on the tv, then i noticed her pull her hoodie off as i slouched in the corner of the sofa, exhausted. i felt billies hand gently rest against my arm, making me shiver. she looked a little worried, handing me her hoodie to put on since i didn’t have one with me and i was freezing. since i’d thanked her and out the hoodie on, we curled up under blankets together and my sleepy eyes fell shut almost immediately.

billie pov:

soon enough, my girl was asleep in my arms, her head on my chest and hands lightly resting against my stomach. we seemed to finish in perfect timing as i noticed our friends voices approaching the living room. they walked in and immediately looked over to us. then noticed my baby fast asleep against me.

“wow, you guys were tired huh? did you sleep too billie?”

i shook my head and said that i couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t lying. i couldn’t sleep, too busy making my girlfriend feel good. and helping her sleep.

[utterlyotterlyx]

Hi!!! I can request a modern!azriel x reader in which he likes her, but all his attempts to get close to her have been thwarted because they got off on the wrong foot. Then someone tells him that she's part of a book club and he starts joining just to get closer to her and the rest is up to you :)

Ooooooo I love this! x

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Modern!Az x Reader

Warnings - swearing, angst, pining, fluff, cutie Az

I have not proof read this so I apologise in advance for any mistakes x

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

The background of your phone screen harmonised with the words inscribed on the flesh of your arm. You were bundled under blankets, pillows cushioning your back, and your eyes scanned the plethora of words in front of you, your tea long forgotten on the window ledge.

Your sorority house was teaming with girlish laughter, the quick padding down the hallways and the dull melodic thump of Nesta's bass told you one thing, the house party Mor had insisted on throwing for Feyre's birthday was going to start soon, and you hadn't even thought about getting ready.

Would they realise if you didn't go? It was completely possible to throw your earbuds in and lock your bedroom door...

That train of thought was interrupted when the said birthday girl sprang through your door, "You're not ready?!" Feyre squeaked, large rollers were pinned in her hair and she stood at the foot of your bed with fake eyelashes in one hand and a small vial of glue in the other.

"I lost track of time," you told her, curling your legs underneath you and laying your book down open on the bed so that you could pick up right where you left off, "Also, have you ever heard of knocking?"

"We don't knock," she quipped, throwing herself down on the bed and sighing, "This doesn't have anything to do with him does it?"

"With who?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You know who," she prodded your side and you groaned, folding your arms over your chest whilst Feyre applied glue to the thin onyx lash line, "If it helps, I really don't think he knew you were behind that door," she blew lightly on the lash, party drying the glue and used your mirror to fix it to her right eye.

You winced at the memory, your fingers ghosting over the bridge of your nose that had only days before returned to its normal hue, "I've only just gotten rid of that bruise, all the concealer in the world couldn't hide that mess."

"Still," she blinked, "I really don't think he did it on purpose. Rhys said he felt really bad."

"Like he felt bad after the time he ran over my foot on that stupid motorcycle? I missed the Van Gogh exhibit because of that bullshit."

"Y/N..." Feyre drawled, exasperated with you and your excuses, "Please just get dressed," she had applied the other eyelash to her left eye and pushed them into place before turning to you with a smirk, "Before I let Mor in here."

"Okay, I'm up."

All of the entangled grinding bodies did little to soothe your anxiety.

You'd never been much of a party girl, and you had only joined the sorority because Mor and Feyre had insisted upon it. Lights strobed against the pale pink glittery banners and balloons that Elain had spent all day carefully throwing up whilst Nesta enlisted Cassian to get all of the booze.

The seating area in the centre of the room was brimming with all of the faces that you knew, Rhys with Feyre sat on his lap adorning a pathetic plastic tiara on the crown of her head, Mor wedged next to them with her legs strung over Emerie's thighs, Amren chatting away to Elain and Lucien on the far sofa, Nesta making sex eyes at Cassian, and then there was him.

Azriel.

The lights reflected off his smooth skin, tussled onyx short hair that looked somewhat windswept, hazel eyes and his strong jaw ticking as he searched the room before his eyes landed on you, finding you in the ocean of bodies surrounding where they all sat.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted to you over the crowd, red wine hair and amber eyes, she held her hand out to you and you clutched onto it, allowing her to pull you through into a small clearing by the stairs.

"Thanks, Bryce," she smirked over her shoulder at you, plucking two drinks from Hunt's hands and placing one in your grip.

Bryce was one of Nesta's friends that you had met when she had joined your art history class after a timetable mix up, you'd been pretty close since, you studied with Bryce in the library and Hunt occasionally joined as did Bryce's brother, Ruhn.

"Don't mention it," she clinked her glass against yours and you both downed half of the liquid, clearly you had some catching up to do from taking as long as possible to get ready, only joining the party when Nesta had sent you a snappy text about kicking your ass down the stairs if you didn't show your face in the next five minutes.

"Hey Athalar," he grinned at you, muttering a hello as he gave you a side hug. Hunt liked you a lot, you were good for Bryce, you were gentle and timid, but had a thunderous passion for the things you loved. Bryce was one of those things.

Bryce gave you a once over. A sleek white dress clung to your figure, every curve accentuated perfectly by the clean cut fabric that reached just below you ass, giving a perfect view of your legs. Black heeled boots were laced onto your feet, hair styled into effortless waves, and your makeup was simple and natural, highlighting your cheekbones and lips. Bryce approved.

Bryce smirked, noticing the pair of violet eyes that crept up behind you, they wrapped their arms around your waist and hoisted you in the air, placing you over their shoulder and twirling you around, chuckling as you squeaked in surprise, "Put me down, Ruhn!" With a light tap on your ass, Ruhn obliged and put you back on your feet.

Ruhn always looked good, long hair pulled back into a low messy bun, the sides always shaved, tattoos flowing up and down his arms, tan skin, taut muscle, tank top and cargo jeans. So good.

"Can't help myself," he slid an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple, "You look beautiful."

The elder sibling had always pined after you, he would wait in the courtyard outside of the art building to walk you back to the house, he'd bring you breakfast on a Sunday, he'd even taken you to your first football game.

"Thank you, Ruhn," you leaned into him and smiled, tuning back into the conversation between Bryce and Hunt, and the newly arrived Tristan Flynn, paying little attention to the burning hot hazel gaze that branded into your back.

There had been too many times where Az had fucked up.

Running over your foot was an accident that led to the spiralling mess that was your relationship, and every time he had tried to make up for it, it just kept on getting worse. Chocolates? Turns out you were allergic to nuts and blew up like a balloon. Coffee? He'd spilt the oat chai latte all over your brand new summer dress and ruined it. The movies? He had miscounted the group and forgot to get yours, and by then there were no tickets left. And then the door. That stupid fucking door. Azriel was so busy talking to Feyre about you that he didn't see you on the other side and smashed it right into your face.

Every time Azriel tried to talk to you, to voice how sorry he was and how stupidly in love with you he was, he fucked it up.

So yeah, he didn't blame you for hating him.

"Wanna stare a little harder, Az?"

Azriel turned his head slightly, forcing himself to look away from Ruhn's arm around you and his lips by your ear, whispering who knows what to you. At least the bruises under your eyes and around your nose had cleared, enough that you no longer winced when you smiled.

"She seems a little off today," he said to no one in particular, letting his words float into the air in hope someone would tell him why.

Azriel had spent a good amount of time studying you and your little quips, the face you'd make when you were concentrating, how many cups of tea you'd make after leaving them somewhere and forgetting about them, even your morning routines on your way to class.

Mor threw herself down beside him, the sofa cushion hissing out under her weight, "She missed book club tonight, she loves book club," Mor's eyes were glazed over, a sloppy smirk pulled at her lips.

"Book club?" Azriel asked, he knew you loved reading, but he never knew that you went to an actual book club.

"Yeah, you know, a place where people talk about the books they've been reading?," Nesta scoffed when Azriel flipped her off, she continued, "This week was meant to be the first session about The Perks of Being a Wallflower, it's her favourite," Nesta stirred her drink with her straw, "Just in case you wanted to make a gesture."

Azriel nodded, his eyes finding you again, "Thanks, Nes."

Azriel was fiddling idly with his fingers as people began to file into the room clutching copies of the book you loved so much, the same book that he had rushed out to get the morning after Feyre's party so that he could read it in time to talk to you about it.

Walls of books lined the room, dainty oak tables and arm chairs scattered around in a circle with blankets folded neatly over the arms. Warm fairy lights lit the ceiling, and Azriel understood why you must have been sad to have missed the last session.

He heard your laugh before he saw you, he saw the edges of your skirt that kissed the floorboards and allowed his sight to roam upward until he found your eyes wide and full of surprise, stuck in the doorway. You soon shook off the surprise and took a seat at the other side of the circle, looking to him occasionally with confusion.

"What quote resonated with you the most, Azriel? There are a lot to choose from."

You had looked to him then, really looked at him, not with hatred or any form of disgust, but with pure curiosity, bright shiny curiosity.

"It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit their and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it's okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite."

Azriel had recited the passage perfectly, he didn't even need to open the book and turn to the page. He just knew it. His voice was so deep and spoke emotion into every word, like he was in a trance.

The session had wrapped up and you had kept your distance during the breaks, seemingly lost in a world of thought, so Azriel thought it would be best to leave you alone. If the baby step in your relationship simply was having you look at him with anything but hatred, then he'd take it, he didn't want to push it.

"Azriel, wait!" Your voice called to him and he froze on the grass outside of the art building, turning slowly to face you as you jogged across the plain toward him, your skirt flowing in the wind behind you.

You looked pretty, you always did, but in the moonlight, with your hair tied back and loose threads falling over your face, with the two sizes too big jumper drowning your figure, he thought you looked ethereal.

"I didn't know you liked reading," you had said once you stopped in front of him, holding your favourite book to your chest.

"I don't talk about it."

"Right, it's just Feyre never mentioned it," you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and smiled up at him with a tilted head, examining him.

Azriel took a step toward you, one hand in his pocket and another holding onto his own copy, "Why would Feyre mention it?"

"I, I don't know actually," you mumbled, slightly flustered, you were adorable when you were flustered, "Is that your first time reading it?"

"Yeah, it was great. I see why it's your favourite."

"How do you know that?" A smirk tugged at your lips, ones that he wished he could taste, just once, so that he could tell the devil he had been to heaven without ever stepping foot there.

"Nesta may have said something."

"Ah," you kicked the air, shivering at the cold breeze that brushed past you, "Would you like to borrow my copy? I left notes in the margins that you might like."

Azriel glanced at your outstretched hand, he looked at the book with the dented spine from the countless times it had been explored, the frayed edges and the faint hue of blue ink that peeked out from one of the pages. He took it from you with a smile, "Can I, uh, walk you back?"

A moment of silence beat its heart and you hummed, "I think I'd like that."

"Right, great," he told you as you began to walk off, quickening his pace to fall in line with you.

You smelt of summer rain of freshly cut grass, of jasmine and orchid, a mind altering scent, "You know that I never meant to run over your foot last year right?"

"Or spill coffee over my dress? Or smack my face with that door?"

"Yeah, I haven't been very smooth," you laughed, actually laughed at him, with him, and it was an intoxicating sound, one of pure joy and happiness, "I never meant to hurt you."

"I believe you," the stars shone in the sky and you looked up at them, a smile ghosting at your lips, "I'm ready to turn a new page if you are?"

"I'm all about turning new pages."

You leaned into him, nudging him softly with your elbow, "Let's see what you've got then, Shadowsinger."

Authors Note

I really hope this is what you were wanting!

[cheriladycl01]

Baby It's Cold Outside - Carlos Sainz x BulgarianOlympicSkiing! Reader

Plot: You take your new husband skiing with your friends Alexandra and Charles.

"How do you do this as normal training baby! I can barley do it two winter breaks in a row!" Carlos shivers looking around as you strap your gloves on.

"Come on! I want to get to the big slopes early so I can practice! Then we can have fun with Charles and Alex!" you smile at your husband as you pull your snow boots on that were at the edge of the cabin.

"But Alex and Charles get a lay-in why don't i?" he complains pouting at you and giving you the puppy eyes.

"Because you decided to marry me, and that doesn't lead to lay-in's on a Ski holiday!" you giggle.

"Okay, but over the summer you are coming with me to Mallorca and we are having lots of cuddles and lay-in's and walks along the beach and lots of morning sex!" he grins cheekily making you slap his chest.

"Okay, well lets go Skapi!" you smile taking his hand.

You guys headed first to the large slopes where you could go down and practice for the Olympics that were to be held in Milan in 2026. You practiced for around an hour, going at high speed and cleaning up your turns and corners.

Then Carlos decided it was time to head back to the log cabin you guys were sharing with Alex and Charles and ask them if they wanted to join you for lunch. You took a leisurely ski through the wooded ski area that was just a general skiing area rather than the specific slopes used.

He reached out for you, holding your hand as you both used one pole to change your directions as needed.

"It's a really nice day today!" you say after pulling down the bandana you had wrapped around your mouth currently. Usually you'd wear a full balaclava but where you were skiing with friends you wanted to be able to talk to them without shouting.

"Yes, the sun is bright!" he says looking around the white snow that if you both took the skii masks off you'd for sure be blinded by the dazzling white expanse.

"Mmm, so how do you feel about the rest of the year?" you carefully ask your husband. You had tiptoed around the subject of him having to leave Ferrari. He understood why they'd jump at the opportunity to take on a 7x World Championship when this year they had a car that was consistent and contending with the Red Bull, that didn't mean it didn't hurt though. You'd only found out a few days ago from Charles himself.

He'd found a true friendship in Charles and Alex, just like he had done with Lando. It didn't mean he would no longer see Charles but they were arguably one of the best pairing on the grid when it came to team-work and wins.

"Well, Audi have said they'd like to take me on in 2026, but that would mean a year out. Red Bull have also spoke to me about removing Checo, but I want a championship and with Max as Red Bull golden boy I don't think it would be feasible. Then obviously there's Mercedes but their car was so bad this year, so it really depends!"

"Well, whatever happens you know you'll have me right?" you say, slowly coming to a halt and pull him into a hug.

"I don't know what the best decision is, but I'm just going to try perform my best this season with Ferrari!" he offers and you nod, pulling him in.

"If you do go with Audi and have an off season in 2025 that means we'll have the whole year together!" he smiles at what you just said.

"Mmmm maybe we can travel without the stress of me racing each time!" he grins pulling you in and kissing you, your masks clashing together making you both laugh.

You walk back in to the cabin to find Alex and Charles cuddles up on the sofa under a fluffy blanket.

"Hey guys, want to go get some lunch?" you ask looking around.

"How on earth do you survive with it this cold!" Alex shivers looking at the snow that falls off yours and Carlos' boots as you slip them off.

"You are all from warmer regions. Mediterranean people" you sigh with a small laugh.

"Sorry we aren't Slavic or Balkan like you and can hold up in your insanely cold winters, I'm guessing that's how you got into skiing?" Charles chuckles.

"Yeah, my dad would take me up the mountains each winter and go skiing! It's how I got into it competitively!" you smile, remembering all the memories from when you were younger.

"It's amazing what you've achieved not only for yourself but your country!" Alex smiles.

"Thank you guys! Going for Gold in 2026 though! You guys will come support me right?" you ask, already planning to give them VIP seats where they could watch from.

"Of course!" they all reply while Carlos comes behind you and picks you up throwing you over his shoulder and launching you onto the part of the sofa next to Charles.

"Carlos be careful" you laugh at him, holding one hand on your chest and another around his neck.

"Just an hour of chilling? Then we'll do lunch and more skiing?" he asks using those big brown eyes off his.

"Alright fine" you smile, pulling him in for a hug as you tune into the show Alex and Charles had on.

You could 100% get used to this life.

y/user

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y/user: Holiday with Ferrari Family! Forza Ferrari <3 also Charles stole my phone :<

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scuderiaferrari: We love our Core 4! Happy Holidays!

carlossainz55: mi amor you showed us all up, don't recommend a Ski Holiday with a Silver Medalists!

-> fan1: I was at the slopes and saw her helping Alexandra, was the cutest

-> fan2: not mans complaining about his literal wife's achievements!

formulasantander: Alex and Y/N repping the red! We love to see it!

charles_leclerc: I look good no?

-> y/user: no lol, jk don't cancel me

alexandrasaintmleux: love you my best friend! <3 thank you for the ski lessons.

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[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 7

Hello! I am really chugging along with this story I have 5 chapters done (including this one). It was supposed to be 4 with 4 on the Harrington Pattern but somehow, I got an extra chapter here and only 3 on The HP. Still not sure how I did that.

Here we have Chrissy because sometimes you just need another omega friend who gets it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Steve came home and flopped face first on to the sofa. He wanted to call Robin, but he knew she was hanging out with Vickie tonight. So he had been given a replacement handler for night as management wanted eyes on him because there was always some kind of drama at these things.

It wasn’t a date date, but now they were on the same page, there was major cuddling to be had.

He rolled over and threw his arm over his eyes.

After a moment or two of serious moping he opened the clutch to get his cell phone out. But stopped when he noticed the sparkle of the diamond. He pulled it out instead and held it up to the light. In his minds eye he could see Eddie smiling at him as he handed the lost diamond back to him.

Steve sighed heavily. He had met a lot of alphas in his line of work, but none of them had the effect on him that this one did. Yearning didn’t even begin to cover the depth of emotion ripping through him in that moment.

He rolled off the sofa and wandered into the kitchen, his heels clicking on the hard surface. He really should have taken off his shoes at least. He sighed heavily and grabbed his phone from where it was charging on the counter.

He swapped it for his burner client phone. He unlocked his personal phone to see a sweet picture of Vickie and Robin cuddling together on Vickie’s bed.

He smiled at the absolutely giddy expression on his best friend’s face. It also hit him with a longing he didn’t want to name. He could. He just didn’t feel like sobbing in his kitchen on a Saturday night.

Steve removed his shoes, kicking them off to the side so he wouldn’t trip on them in the morning and then wandered to his bedroom, eyes on his phone.

He unclasped the dress and like he told Eddie it would, it slid to the floor in a graceful heap. All he was wearing now was the gold thong he had worn under the dress. He shimmered out those as well.

He then carefully removed the remaining diamonds in his hair and put them in his jewelry box. He paused with the last one. The one he had been hold onto this whole time. Eddie’s diamond.

He went digging through his vanity until he found a small felt bag that had once contained a small bottle of perfume. He put the diamond into the bag and hung the bag on his vanity mirror.

He went to his closet and rifled through it before finding the pajamas he was looking for.

It was a pair of soft, light grey, satin pants and button down shirt. He never undid the buttons though. He pulled on the pants without underwear. He didn’t have the energy to go hunting down a pair just then. Then he pulled the top on.

He flopped on his bed and wiggled happily at the silky slide of the pajamas on his bare ass. He was still scrolling through his contacts, trying to find the right person he could talk to about this. And then he hit on the perfect person.

He hit dial and waited until it rung through. “Chrissy!” he greeted warmly.

“Steve!” she cooed. “How was the gala? Tommy has been raving for months that you got to go and he didn’t.”

Steve chuckled. Tommy wanted to go because his favorite band was Corroded Coffin.

“Senator Lombard was a wet blanket,” he pouted. “Another alpha was just being nice to me and he got super territorial.”

“Bleh!” she hissed in sympathy. “Who was your handler tonight? I heard you gave Robin the night off.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, she finally asked Vickie out and I didn’t want her to wind herself up and talk herself out of it. Again.”

“Oooh,” Chrissy said. “I get that. She just doesn’t believe what a catch she is.”

“The dilemma of the century,” Steve agreed. “To answer your question, it was Troy who was handling me tonight.”

Chrissy blew a raspberry. “Troy isn’t the bottom of the barrel, but he’s definitely the scum on bottom of the barrel.”

Steve shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. “He did his job, Lombard was put on my pre-check list and he got me home in one piece.”

“So why are you really calling me, cher?” she asked after a moment of silence. “Alpha prostrating is stupid but nothing you haven’t handled before so what’s on your mind?”

He flopped on his stomach and ran a hand through his hair. “You remember I told that the senator was pissed because an alpha was nice to me?”

“Sure,” Chrissy said. She paused for a moment. “Oh! Were they cute? Is that what’s got your panties in a twist? Super cute alpha was sweet to you and now your ovaries are ready to explode?”

“Tommy’s going to kill me,” Steve moaned.

There was silence on the line for a beat too long and Steve pulled his phone away from his ear to make sure the call didn’t disconnect.

“Wait, Eddie Munson was your hot, nice alpha who made your client so jealous and possessive you put him on your pre-check list?” This was said a question, but to Steve it sounded more like a statement. One he couldn’t refute.

Not that he wanted to. Eddie was hot.

“Yeah,” Steve said around biting his thumb. “I had diamonds in my hair and one of them must have fallen because suddenly he was handing one back to me.”

“Oohh...” Chrissy cooed. “This sounds like an ice cream and wine girl talk. I’ll be over in ten, sweetie!”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe. See you soon.”

He rolled over on his back and clutched the phone to his chest. He couldn’t wait to tell Chrissy all about Eddie. He kicked his feet in the air as he giggled.

****

Steve paced back and forth in his front room as he waited for Chrissy to come over. It wasn’t as though she lived far away. She lived like two floors below him.

She was younger than he was by about two years. Like Tommy and Carol everything was happy town with her boyfriend Jason until she presented and was found out to be infertile.

Jason and his parents fought hard to have her put in the Church to be a celibate nun. But thankfully for Chrissy her dad had more sense. Not her mom though. Her mom had gone so far as to drive her to the local nunnery and drop her off.

But after a talk with the Mother Superior and a call to her dad, they made the arrangement that Chrissy would finish up her schooling at the nunnery and then when she turned eighteen she could choose to stay or take one of the other two options.

When Chrissy chose Starcourt, the money was split between the nunnery and her dad.

Money that he then put aside in case she just wanted to walk away from escort business and live her life. The money would be used for whatever she wanted and that included school.

As far as her mother was concerned, Chrissy was still at the nunnery and was just refusing to see her.

Steve thought it was delicious revenge.

The knock came part way through his revery. He leapt over the sofa and ripped open the door.

“Well someone is comfy,” she cooed. As if she wasn’t dressed similarly. She too was wearing fuzzy pjs. But hers were bright pink and had a horn on the hood of the top.

Steve tugged the hood down over her eyes and teased, “And aren’t you the cutest thing?”

Chrissy blushed and pushed on him playfully with her shoulder, her hands were full of ice cream and a bottle of wine.

Steve grabbed the wine. “Cupcake prosecco? Looks yum!”

Chrissy grinned and held up her other prize. “Cookie dough!”

Steve kissed her cheek and led her inside. “You’re the best, sweetie. You didn’t have any plans for tonight?”

She shook her head. “Nope, no clients either.”

Steve reared his head back. “Uh oh, that doesn’t sound promising. Is your handler, Amy not scheduling you right?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I think it’s because I’m nearing the end of my contract and because I have money waiting for me, management is thinking I’m going to bail so they’re trying to stave of the inevitable.”

“Boo,” Steve hissed. “They shouldn’t be allowed to that. Plus, I thought you were staying?”

Chrissy blushed. “I am!” she insisted when he raised an eyebrow at her hesitation.

“Uh huh,” he teased further. “Sure sounds like it from here. You got someone who you want to snuggle up close with when you retire?”

Chrissy ducked her head. “Not anymore.”

Steve was almost to the sofa when that brought him up short. He frowned at her a moment before his face cleared with understanding.

“Don’t say it...” she warned.

He pouted. “But I thought that’s what this was about; us both complaining about our lack of love lives and eating and drinking our feelings?”

Chrissy sighed. “I hate it when you use puppy dog eyes. It’s too fucking effective.”

Steve grinned. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks, baby...” he sung at her.

She giggled and raced him around the sofa to nab her favorite spot on the far left side.

“You cheated!” he squealed. He set the bottle on the coffee table and padded into the kitchen for a bottle opener and two wine glasses.

He popped the cork and poured their glasses. “Spoons!” he said as he was most of the way sat down.

He put the wine glasses on the table and dashed back to the kitchen Chrissy’s giggles fast on his heels. He grabbed the spoons and raced back.

“Tada!” he cheered.

Chrissy set the tub of ice cream between them and dug in.

“So Eddie Munson, huh?” she said around her spoon.

Steve took a large sip of his wine before he he told her about his night. “Like I knew he was hot before now. With Tommy and Dustin both being fans it was hard to not see the guy everywhere.”

“But he’s hotter in person?” Chrissy prompted.

Steve blushed and swirled his drink thoughtfully. “I guess. But he’s so sweet and funny and yeah it doesn’t hurt that his legs look like they could go on for miles in those tight leather pants. That his chest feels out the even tighter see through mesh top he was wearing...”

He buried his head in his hands. “I was lucky wearing scent suppressants is required for each job otherwise the whole fucking gala would have been able to smell my reaction to him.”

“Ooh...” Chrissy said. “I bet you got a little wet for him, too, didn’t you?”

Steve brought his knees up to his chest and scooted away from her.

“Oh my god!” she giggled. “You totally did. This strong, hot alpha made the Steve Harrington wet.”

“I take it back,” he huffed. “You can go away now.”

Chrissy slapped his knee. “I will not! It’s a little...” she pursed her lips trying to find the right word. “Spicy.”

Steve covered his face again. “Oh god.”

“Stevie!” she said gently pulling his hands away. “It’s not a bad thing. I know it’s hard when most of our job is about sex, but babydoll...the fact that you can still have that reaction to a hot alpha means you’re not dead inside, okay?”

Steve sighed. “But I made my client mad at me,” he whimpered.

Chrissy set down her wine glass and moved the ice cream to the table. She scooted as close to him as she could. “No you didn’t.”

He turned his head away from her, but she grabbed his cheeks and gently brought them around.

“You did nothing wrong,” she insisted. “I mean it. Eddie was the host and the two of you were only being friendly. Yeah, you got hot and bothered under the collar for this alpha, but it was up to the alpha you were with to decide how to behave and he chose to be territorial and rude. You aren’t his property. You aren’t anyone’s property, babe.”

Steve nodded. He let out a low breath. “The way Eddie smelled, Chrissy. I had never smelled any alpha like it before. It was warm and spicy in the Christmas way and not the spicy as in a burning mouthfeel way.”

She opened her mouth to reply when he suddenly shifted gears. “So tell me how long you’ve had a crush on my best friend.”

Chrissy went bright red. Scarlet even. “Like forever. Which is decidedly unhelpful. Like I know it’s impossible while she’s still your handler, because Starcourt would never let a handler date a former escort. But she’s so funny and sweet and smart...”

“That you just want to eat her all up?” Steve teased.

She swatted him playfully. “You’re just saying that to get back at me for the wet comment.”

He raised his eyebrows suggestively. She hit him again and he yelped in protest.

Steve picked up his glass and drained the rest of the liquid. He poured himself another glass and held out the bottle for Chrissy, but she shook her head.

“One glass is enough for me,” she muttered.

After a moment of swirling his wine Steve said, “Stay. After your contract is paid in full, Chrissy. Just stay. You love it, even if Robin Buckley was an option, you know you would be happier here than anywhere else. You shine as an escort, sweetie.”

Chrissy picked up her glass and downed the rest of her wine. “Fuck it. Yeah, I’m going to stay. I do love this job. It’s amazing.” She looked at the bottle a moment. “And what the hell, pour me another!”

Steve cheered and emptied the bottle into her glass. She laughed as it almost splashed over the top.

“To being Starcourt escorts for life!” he said as he raised his glass.

She clinked her glass against his. “Here, here!”

They gulped down their drinks and dug into the ice cream again, laughing and talking.

Steve smiled. Maybe tonight wasn’t the disaster he thought it was. He was so glad to have a friend like Chrissy.

****

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[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 1: Sleepover - Phantom&Copia

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 860

    The gripped bottoms of Phantom’s bat slippers shuffled across the floor as the plush wings flapped with each step. And each step made their heart flutter with excitement because tonight – just like many nights before – Phantom is sleeping in with their Papa. Well, he is technically Frater, but to Phantom he will always be their Papa.

    They smiled at all the people they usually saw on their nightly walks up to Copia’s chambers, their fluffy pyjama pants and Jack Skellington hoodie on with their blanket and plushie for the night in hand. While they did have their own key for the room, the door was unlocked as always as they reached the Imperatorial Suite and they let themself in.

    “Ah, il mio pipistrello!” Copia said with a smile, arms already open that were instantly full of Phantom.

    “Hey, Papa.” They said as they tucked their head under his chin and nuzzled against his chest, inhaling that thick, comforting scent of stale tobacco and parchment paper.

    “How was your day?” He asked softly, burying his nose into their hair to smell their cosy lavender shampoo.

    “Meh… Long and warm and smelly.” They pouted as they recounted the horrors that is kitchen duty meeting their autism.

    Copia listened to every word as if they would become the new pages of the next Unholy Scriptures, and Phantom would become the idol of his worship. The human then went on to describe his day, sparing as many of the boring details as he could while still letting there at least be a couple things he could talk about. Phantom stared up at him with a wagging tail and eyes full of stars shining brightly for their Papa.

    “What are we eating tonight?” Phantom asked.

    “Your favourite.” Copia smiled.

    Phantom blinked, “Raw Hellbeast heart?”

    “No, scusa,” Copia chuckled softly, “Your human favourite.”

    Phantom smiled as they realised it was their Papa’s incredible spaghetti Bolognese with cheesy garlic bread. It was a simple enough dish but Phantom adored it and whatever Copia put it in to make it the best dish they'd ever tasted made it even better.

    “Fuck yes!” They celebrated, their nose scrunching up and down in what must be one of Copia’s favourite stims to see of his bambino.

    He booped their nose and took their hand to sit them down at their seat at his table – carefully chosen purely on the ability to cross their legs on top of the chair there and not get any glare on the TV – and brought them their plate and favourite Coke.

    “Thank you, Papa.” They smiled.

    “Of course, bambino.” Copia said, kissing the top of their head before taking his seat – the one directly next to Phantom – with his own glass of wine and dug in.

    Copia knew that Phantom often enjoyed silence while they ate, as a way to decompress from their days, and so he left the TV and his record player off. Copia had also learnt how to appreciate the silent company and found how it helped his own anxieties to know he didn’t have to force himself into unnecessary chatter while with his kit.

    Phantom insisted on washing up as Copia was the one to cook, and they had done this dance too many times to try and fight again his little Quint’s determination.

    Copia went to sit on the sofa to scroll through the movie choices. “What do you want to watch? We have the, ehh… new Nosferatu?”

    “I already watched that today.” Phantom smiled.

    “Okay, but that is not an answer, pipistrello.” Copia chuckled, knowing that was just Phantom sharing part of their day, not saying they didn’t want to watch it again.

    They laughed as they dried their hands and snuggled into their Papa’s arms, bringing their bat plushie under their chin and blanket over them both. “I wanna watch it again.”

    Copia’s finger was already over the play button as he smiled and held his kit in his arms, one of their hands on their plushie and the other kneading against their Papa's tummy.

    Phantom’s day must have took more of a toll than they realised because not even half-way through, as Copia was going to get up for snacks, he realised that his kit had fallen asleep on his chest, lulled by his heartbeat and breathing.

    “Ah, cara. You are so cute like this.” He whispered as he gathered them into his arms and carried them to his bed that the Ghouls had long turned into a nest for how many nights at least one of them is with him.

    After gently setting them down in the nest, he climbed in next to them and brought them into his arms once more, placing the blanket over them both and the duvet on top to help stave the chill of the old stone walls.

    With the plushie still under their chin and even unconsciously knowing they were with their Papa, Phantom slept blissfully and peacefully. And neither human nor Ghoul woke up once or saw any of the nightmares that often plagued them.

    They always knew that the other’s arms would be their home, no matter what.

[lilveeblog]

☆ let’s get out of here

cg!tai , kid!van , little!van

719 words

tags: van has cancer , hospital fic, first agere fic, short one, last time, they/them van , mama!tai

Taissa sat by the hospital bed, her heart in her throat. After Van coughed up blood in the car, her anxiety hadn’t stopped. She needed to make sure her Van was okay. She needed them to wake up. She paced the room, feeling the anxiety on her shoulder and feeling the other Tai creeping up on her, until she heard the small voice come from the bed.

“Mama.” It was weak, it was quiet, and Tai thought she imagined it. Until she turned around and saw Van. They had pulled the oxygen mask down and reached one hand out towards the end of the bed where Tai stood. Tai didn’t react, seeing her little in such a state, so close to end of life, was terrifying; she was frozen with fear.

“Ma,” Van whined again. Tai sprang into action then. She rushed to the side of the bed and sat beside her Van.

“Hey, kiddo,” she whispered, caressing Van’s face. “How do you feel?”

Van sighed and looked around the room. They felt emotional, tired and in pain. They couldn’t express that, though. In their small state, words felt too overwhelming, and they just wanted to be held. Tai understood with a simple look.

“I gotchu,” Tai whispered, leaning down. She planted a gentle kiss on Van’s head and guided the oxygen mask back on securely. Van whined, shaking their head to get it off. “No, honey, this stays on whilst we’re here. To keep you safe,” Tai explained. Van closed their eyes tightly in protest as they couldn’t do much else. Tai chuckled, even when in the hospital, in her current state, she still could have a disobedient baby.

“Why don’t you get some rest, hm?” Tai suggested, leaning over to tuck Van in more, but Van lifted their arms and shook their head. “You don’t want to rest?” Van shook her head again. Tai sighed and looked up and down at her little one.

“What do you want to do?”

“Home,” Van whispered.

“We can’t go home, kiddo.”

Van pleaded with their eyes, looking at Tai like the world was about to end, well, really, it was. For both of them. Tai knew that. She also knew she didn’t want to spend the rest of her time with Van in the hospital. She’d much rather spend it curled up on their sofa watching old VHS tapes.

Tai sighed, looked up at the door, then nodded, “Let’s get out of here.”

The pair were finally home. Tai helped Van into the house, letting her little lean against her side. They headed straight for the couch, and Tai pulled Van’s favourite blue blanket over her.

“Stay there, kiddo. I’ll go grab snacks and drinks,” Tai said.

“Kay, ma,” Van muttered, curling into a ball. They was okay until she realised they didn’t have Ted. Their beloved teddy bear, which they had with them their whole life, even in the wilderness. Van let out a mighty whine, throwing back their head, letting the world know they was missing something. Tai laughed from the kitchen; her baby’s whines were the cutest. But then another followed and another, so she knew it was something which needed addressing now. Tai walked in and saw her little one attempting to get up from the couch.

“Hey there, buddy. Whatchu doing?” Tai asked.

“Ted,” Van whined.

“Mama will get you Ted. You need to sit down, sweetheart. You need to rest,” Tai said, guiding Van back to the sofa. Van whined, rubbing their eyes and nodding.

“Now, mama,” Van demanded.

“I’ll be right back,” Tai said. She headed into Van’s bedroom, or well, the one they shared now and grabbed Ted from between the pillows. She headed back into Van and saw them watching her eagerly.

“Tankchu,” Van muttered, taking Ted. They kissed Ted’s head and cuddled back under the blanket, ready to love Ted and wait for their mama. Tai, seeing Vaqn content once again, headed back to the kitchen to grab snacks and a drink.

They were cuddled up on the couch together as the sun set over their house. Van’s eyes were closing, ready to fall asleep on Tai’s chest. Tai held her baby, so close, not knowing if it’d be the last time. She treasured every moment with her little one.

[yourimagines]

Can you Peter Parker x top male reader

I hope this is good, I’ve never done this before 😬 I also didn’t know which Peter Parker you meant so I’ll wrote both off them (sorry for the Toby fans)

Loving you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut,

Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

“Peter!” I saw my boyfriend walking down the streets, he stopped and waved at me, I run up to him. “Hey Y/N, how your doing?” He had his hands in his pockets, looking a bit nervous. “Good, how are you?” “I’m good, thank you.” We both walked through the busy streets. “You have plans tonight?” “No you?“ he looked at me with big eyes. “No, we can hang out, just like last time.” I wiggled my eyebrows. He blushed. “Okay cool, I’ll see you later, I really need to go.” “Yeah sure, I’ll see you later Parker.” He waved me goodbye and walked away with the busy crowd.

———

I knocked on his door, holding a bag with snacks and drinks. “Hey, come in.” Peter opened the door and stepped aside the let me in. “Hey, thanks.” I walked into the living room, placing the bag on the table. “I brought us some stuff.” “Good, I have some movies picked out.” He held up some movies. “Good, let’s start then.” I sat down on the sofa as Peter moved around to get the movie night started. He eventually sat down next to me. “You’re ready?” He nodded as he started the first movie. I placed one arm on the back of the sofa, making space for him to relax back against me. “What movie is this?” I asked while eating some popcorn. “The nun.” He said while grabbing a blanket. “Since when do you watch horror movies?” “Since now.” He crawled against me and placed the blanket over us. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him. “Peter Parker afraid of horror movies.” He slightly pushed me against my chest. “Oh shut it Y/N.”

Peter was hiding his face into my chest. “Is it over?” “No.” The scary part was still playing. “I don’t like this.” “I know. You shouldn’t pick out this movie.” I felt his hands travel a bit down to my stomach. “I’m sorry I thought I could handle it.” I caressed his head softly, going through his hair. “It’s fine, do you want to distract yourself a bit?” He looked up, big eyes looking at me. “Yeah.” “Yeah?” I smiled at him. I nod to my lower part, his eyes went down. “You want me to suck you off?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I think it’s better for you yeah, the movie is way to scary for you.” I caressed his cheek. He carefully nods. “Okay.” He ducked down the blanket against, I felt him taking my belt off and dropping my pants. My hand went under the blanket, carefully gripping his hair. I felt his hand stroking my throbbing member. “Peter don’t tease.” “Sorry.” I heard his small voice from under the blanket. Then I felt his lips, his tongue twirling around, sucking me. I gripped his head a bit tighter, moving my hips a bit against him. “Oh god..” I moaned out. I felt him talking. “Stop talking, just keep going yeah?” I felt him nod and moved his head up and down. “This is good, keep going.” I pushed it a bit more into his mouth, feeling he has to gag. “Is it to big?” He hummed. “It’s not, it fits perfectly.” My hands went through his hair and over his shoulders. “I’m gonna unload this into your mouth, just keep sucking me.” I grabbed his head and pushed a few times deep into his throat, unloading my seeds. “Just swallow.” He did what I told him and licked everything clean. “Good boy.” He crawled up, strangling me. “Can I come now?” His hips moving against my thigh. I smiled at him. “Keep riding my leg and we’ll see.” I placed my hands on his hips, helping him. He lets out some whimpers. ‘This is going to be a long night.’

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

I was hanging out with my boyfriend Peter, he was complaining about something what happened to him at school. “Then he smashed my camera.” “Who?” “Flash, the dickhead.” He sat down looking at me. “I’m complaining a bit to much aren’t I?” I chuckled. “No, it’s fine, come here.” I opened my arms for him. He smiles and crawls over to me. “It’s all going to be fine.” He placed his head on my chest. “Yeah I know, just a bit frustrated.” “I can help you with that.” He looks up, smiling at me. “Ohh you dirty.” I laughed at him. “Hey, your the one who’s whining.” “Oh am I?” I flipped us over. “Yes Parker, maybe I should help you with your problem.” My hand slowly traveled down to his member, already hard for me. “I don’t like teasing.” “I know.” As I started to make a hickey on his neck. “Y/N…” he moaned softly, his hands gripping my broad shoulders. My hand softly pumped up and down his member while I was sucking onto his neck. “You like this huh.” He nods. “Yeah I do..” I carefully went down on him, his whining became louder as I placed a kiss on his shaft. “Oh fuck.” His hands going through my hair. I chuckled at him, seeing him all whining under my touch. I traced my finger over his hole. “Just fuck me already Y/N.” With that a pulled a finger into his ass. He moaned. “Let me stretch that hole off yours first.” I started to finger him as I teasingly licked his and sucked his throbbing member. “Oh this is good y/n.” His hands travel down my hair to my shoulders and back up. I stopped and looked at him. He whines at me. I grabbed his waist and flipped him over, lining him up, my big tip teasing him against his hole. “Don’t tease me y/n, just di it already….” I bend him over and pushed it in. He moaned out my name. “Oh your ass is good.” I grabbed him firmly by his hips, fucking him good, he starts to moans and whine, gripping the sheets. “So good, you’re so good to me babe.” I started to pace up. “Don’t stop, I’m coming.” He moaned as he sprayed his seeds onto the sheets. “I’m filling you up babe.” I snapped my hips one more time and I filled his hole with my seeds. I took it out as my seeds was dripping out his hole. “Are you still frustrated?” “No.. cuddle me.” I chuckled. “I will but first let me clean you up.”

[tams-writeblr]

Love in a hopeless Place 23

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: M for Mature, were dealing with heavy stuff here, mentions of blood and the loss of a pregnancy Wordcount: <1k Author's note: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Right? Sorry for throwing you under the bus for the narrative, Kid. Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Linkin Park - Good Things go

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Act III

Chapter I

Part 1/7

I didn't know how long I stood like that in the dark. I didn't know what to do until my body moved on its own. I left the apartment, hurried down the streets, and finally reached "The Last Drop". As I pushed the heavy door open, music echoed through me.

It was relatively lively, as usual, and the first person I recognized, was Mimi.

She also recognized me, and I heard her call out for Vander.

Moments later, he towered over me. "What are you doing here?", he growled, his arms crossed in front of his body.

"Silco. He just left me."

Vander's face sank and his posture relaxed. "Come on, little one. Come downstairs with me."

I followed blindly. My body felt numb.

"Mimi, get her some water," he commanded, and his employee did as she was told.

We walked towards the room that was now mostly used as a living room for Vi and Powder, but they both weren't there. It must have been late, they probably were asleep. We headed for Vander's office, and he let me sit.

"Listen," he started and fell heavy into his chair too. "I don't wanna know what happened between the two of you. It was still the right choice to come here. If you need a place to stay, I know it's not easy going back to the parents after a breakup. All this "told you"-fuss is really unnerving."

"He left me the apartment," I stated, flabbergasted. "Said I can keep it, he would find something different."

I couldn't read Vander's face very well, but he folded his huge hands on the desk and placed his chin against them. "That... generous of him," he stretched.

I drank my water in silence.

"Listen, if you ask me, this is the best that could have happened to you. I know, you didn't ask me, so I won't tell you."

I smiled weakly. "Can I still stay here for a night? I don't think I could stand our bed tonight."

Vander blinked slowly. "Of course. Listen, I never held a grudge against you or Claus. I was just trying to make my point clear, okay?"

"No offense taken," I retorted.

Vander gave me the couch in the room next door. "It's just possible, that the girls walk past you, if they have to use the loo at night, I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head no.

"You look pale. Try to get some rest. I'll say, Mimi, to bring you a blanket and another water."

I nodded. Then he left, and I fell on the sofa, tears streaming down my face until I blanked out. I didn't even notice when Mimi brought the blanket.

In the middle of the night, though, I woke up from an unbearable pain in my abdomen. I thought about my period, but it was still two weeks until I was due. I still limped to the restroom, and in the dim light I only saw the blood that ran down my legs. 

Panic clawed at my insides. 

What was this? 

Were I early due to the stress? 

Never heard about that. 

My conscience dragged the most likely possibility to the far back of my mind. That couldn't be. 

We had always been so careful. 

Except... this one time before the riot on the bridge. This was a disaster - my life was a disaster.

[jukipptx]

not smut, but suggestive??? just so you know 😉😘 this one is so me coded, it’s almost smut but as if your best friend was narrating to you her first experience ever??? ok here i go 🥶🥶🥶

ok so you’ve been dating renjun for almost a year now, it’s been like 9 months, so renjun was starting to get desperate to the point of crying, but he would neeeever tell you because he was afraid that you would be scared and run away and never talk to him ever again. but you oooobviously noticed, he was a man at the end of the day 🙄🙄🙄 so you could not only tell, but you could sometimes feel 😵‍💫 his desperation. you could tell on the way his kisses became more passionate, the way he was using his tongue 😋 the way he would hold the back of your neck with such need, the way he would pull you to his lap and 😵‍💫 move under you 😵‍💫 his breathing got all troubled and stuff, he even moaned on your lips once. it was so obvious renjun omg!!!! so at this point you were only waiting for him to break. you were sure he would sooner rather than later, but he just didn’t. he was strong for sure!!! so you started to take the matter into your own hands.

you invited him over to “watch a movie” laaaaate at night, you put on your shortest thinnest pajama shorts and some perfume before he arrived, looking the cutest he’s ever looked. you almost felt guilty because he looked so cozy and ready to sleep. when he arrived you were already waiting for him on the sofa with the popcorn, a blanket and everything, so you just signaled for him to sit next to you. he took off his shoes at the door and started waddling towards you 😭😭😭 (renjun i’m so sorry, i know you’re trying to act all cute and innocent, but)

“come sit baby.” you patted on the place next to you. and he did, he threw himself and rested his head on your shoulder. you wasted no time though…

“what are we watch-“ you kissed him to cut him off. he opened his eyes suuuuuper big, but eventually kissed you back. he also noticed that you were kissing him deeper that usual. “baby” he mumbled in between kisses. “baby, baby, stop.” he pushed you lightly, but you were not stopping. you wrapped your arms around his neck and started to slowly get on top of him. you pulled his hair slightly because you knew that would be enough to get him going. he sighed on your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile. “stop!!!!” he broke the kiss and threw his head back. he put the back of his hand in his forehead as if checking if he had a fever 🙄🙄🙄 and then fanned himself with his hand. “baby, you need to stop, i’m going crazy” he held onto your shoulders and shook you a little.

“you can go crazy.” You started kissing again and he moaned into your mouth. he held onto your waist, it seemed like he was about to give up, but there was still a little bit of shame inside him. he broke the kiss again and held your face with both of his hands.

“are you sure?” he whispered almost. his eyes still innocent but with so much desperation on them already.

you didn’t answer, you just shifted on top of him, trying to get comfortable, but that made his eyes twitch and close and he gulped and had to take a deep shaky breath. he was getting so horny omg 😫😫😫🙈🙈🙈 he held onto your waist to stop your movement.

“stop playing with me and answer. it’s not funny” he was trying to get so serious, but he couldn’t. you could see his chest rise and fall rapidly. his cheeks were this pretty shade of pink, his lips were all swollen and wet, and his hair was so messy already 😭

you didn’t answer, you just started kissing him again. he couldn’t stop gasping and trembling. gave him a little peck on the lips, then one on his jaw, just to tease him, then on his earlobe, and that’s when he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“i’ll take that one as a yes.” first thing he did was he removed your claw clip from your hair, then he took your face in his hands, this time more harshly, running them through your hair afterwards, and started kissing and biting and licking your mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he went to your neck next, but he regretted that so much because that’s when he actually went crazy omg 😳 it didn’t feel uncomfortable to you, it felt sooooo good, but the kisses on your neck made you shift and move and squirm on top of him, which you know… it gave him some sort of friction which he definitely needed. he was moaning more than you, and you thought “hmmm weird, i’m the one being kissed” but the evident bulge on his pants gave you the answer slalandmsoaoandbd 😫🥲🥶🥶🥶

so you stopped moving for the sake of innocence and love and respect, but you were surprised when he held onto your waist and moved upwards himself.

“don’t stop please” he whispered in your ear, he was almost whining. “you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he was pulling on the waistband of your tiny shorts, desperately trying to put his hand inside. you took his hand and brought his fingers to your mouth because you kneeeeww what was about to happen so yeah. he threw his head back once again and closed his eyes tightly. you brought his head back just to make him watch you lick his lips. he then, in between gasps and shaky breaths, kissed your cheek so adorably???? like why???? you chuckled and then you let go of his fingers.

you got close to his ear, shifted once again on top of him making him groan, loudly this time because he couldn’t hold it in. “yeah, I did it in purpose.” he just gave you a cheeky smile before you know, going absolutely crazy maniac sexy starved frustrated mode.

[armywriter]

Needy

Pairing: BTSmember!reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut

Warning: desperate reader, cocky Jungkook, dirty talk, dumbification, reader gets called whore and doll, fingering, p in v, doggy position, oral (fem. receiving), creampie, squirting

Living as a celebrity isn’t as nice as everyone thinks. You have paparazzi following you everywhere in public, that’s why I prefer just staying inside in the dorm of my group BTS. The boys and I were close friends and loved doing things together but also letting each one having their own space. We all got back from practice late tonight, at around 11 pm. Ever since this morning, I just couldn’t help but feel intensely horny. You don’t really get any chances to get laid when you can’t get out to meet other people.

Most of my members already took a shower by now and went to bed, but I tried to keep my thoughts busy by scrolling through my phone for a while now. I sat on the sofa in the living room, occasionally squeezing my legs together like I’ve been the whole day trying to get some friction. Checking the time to find out it was already 2 am by now, I figured I would just go to sleep and it would be gone by tomorrow. I was wrong. I couldn’t even make it till tomorrow because the hornyness kept me up all night long. I squirmed around in my bed, turning around for the ninth time in a row. I was feeling so hot that I only wore an oversized shirt from Jungkook by now, which I stole while doing the laundry. Jungkook… how would he be in bed? Definitely a dom… and how would his long fingers feel ? I felt my pussy clenching around nothing as my thoughts wouldn’t stop. How could I imagine something like this about my bestfriend?

Another ten minutes had passed, as I couldn’t hold on anymore and not a single thought could stay clear. I stood up from my bed, opened the door of my room and went down the corridor to Jungkook’s room. I knocked lightly on his door and entered his room shortly after. The moonlight peeked through his window onto his bed. I knew that Jungkook didn’t sleep with his shirt on, but I’ve never actually saw it. It was breathtaking and I swear I was shaking from my needs by now. “Hey Jungkook, I just had a bad nightmare could we maybe cuddle together?”, I lied to him just to get some warmth. “Sure, hop in”, he answered as he held up his blanket so I could get under it with him. I slipped into his bed and cuddled into his stomach as we laid in spoon position.

We both stood still for a moment, I eventually closed my eyes in hope to fall asleep soon. Suddenly, Jungkook started to slowly stoke my upper thigh, going all the way up to my bare ass. He kept on drawing circles on my butt and I was everything but asleep. I let a slight moan slip out of my mouth, as his hand went up to my boobs and around my hard nipples. “Oh I know you like that. Is that what you need baby?”, Jungkook whispered in my ear. “All that squeezing your legs together, are you really that desperate?”, he said. If I wouldn’t be that horny, I would be embarrassed about what was happening right now. But all I could answer with were some quiet moans. “Jungkook… please”, I managed to let out. “Please what? Want me to fuck you really good? Needy whore”, he said in his low voice.

Not far after, his hand moved down to my ass again. He smacked it for a bit, but then started to caress my inner thighs. My skin was burning by now, I felt the need to explode. I muttered out some gibberish, a mix about “please” “need you” and “jungkook”. When his fingers finally met my throbbing clit, I let out a low moan. Jungkook behind me was laughing about how desperate I really was to react to such a small touch. “Oh doll, I’ll destroy you tonight”, Jungkook laughed low. His movements were slow until now, but everything suddenly happened so fast. The next moment I knew was two of his thick and long fingers pumping in and out of my pussy at a high speed while his other hand drew harsh circles on my clit. I was going dumb by now, eyes rolling back at the feeling of pure overstimulation. I let out almost pornographic moans as jungkook laughed at my fucked out state, finding it cute. “Jungkook… close”, I screamed out. He stopped everything he did and moved away from me. I was left confused as he ripped the orgasm from me. I looked at him with a confused expression, still out of breath.

He smiled and laughed at me: “Oh no, did my doll not get her orgasm, hm ? I told you I am going to destroy you tonight. Get on all fours now”. I obeyed immediately arching my back. Jungkook got rid of my and his clothes as I whined for him. He lined up his dick with my hole as he slipped in in one smooth movement, my dripping wetness making it easy. He immediately went into full speed, hitting every spot just perfectly. Spit came out of my mouth as I couldn’t keep myself together. Jungkook started to circle my clit again and I came in less that three seconds, but he didn’t stop there. I kept on creaming his dick as I felt another orgasm building up quickly. It felt different and much more intense. “Is my whore going to squirt for me? Come on coat my dick really good”, jungkook moaned out. It hit me like a truck, my juices getting everywhere. I could only see stars and all noises around me seemed to be silent. It took jungkook just a few more pounds bevor he pulled out of me.

He turned me around and I laid flat on my back. I didn’t even see him going down on me again. This time, he slurped all of my juices from my pussy. The feeling hurt a bit because of the overstimulation, but once he was satisfied he stopped. “You taste so fucking well doll, get a taste”, Jungkook said while letting me taste myself on his tongue through a kiss. He took a few strands out of my face and asked: “Is my baby now satisfied? Did so fucking good”. I couldn’t get out a single word, being too fucked out. “You won’t believe how many times I’ve imaged you just like this, so freaking pretty my doll.” Finally I could sleep tight next to the person I loved.

[grollywenonsra]

There are days when the July rain pours heavily

The July night rain pours down, you lean on my chest and cry, silently, without a sound, but I know you are shedding tears quietly.

Like a fool, I held an umbrella and ran for a long time in the rain, afraid you would catch a cold, afraid you would lose yourself because of someone else.

But then I threw away the umbrella, just to wrap my arms around your small frame, gently patting your back like comforting a child.

There is a fool, always waiting to run and comfort you whenever you need it.

---

There are quiet dawns

At dawn, as the light slowly rose from the horizon, I quietly observed your small body curled up under the thick blanket.

Then I stood up on stiff legs after sitting there all night. I have fears, anxieties stirring in my heart. I'm afraid you'll get sick, I'm afraid you'll have nightmares, I'm afraid you’ll worry if you don’t see me.

There is a fool, staying up all night, just to soothe you to sleep.

---

There are days when you squint your eyes in the wind

I slowly stopped at a distance, watching you every second. The dark rainy days had temporarily passed, though no rays of sunshine broke through the clouds to warm this place.

The wind picks up, and we must realize we still have to live. You squint your eyes as the cold sea breeze weaves into the land, wrapping your body.

I saw her shivering, so I quickly took off my coat and put it on her.

There is a fool always ready to wait to put a warm coat on you.

---

There are days when the sky is filled with fog

The sun lazily hides behind the layers of gray clouds, with chilling winds, yet not a drop of rain falls from the sky.

I gently poured you a cup of tea and brought it to the sofa. You lazily sprawled like the sun, but you never made me uncomfortable.

You raised your hand to shape the white clay you love so much, but it seems you are no longer happy, only a deep void lingers in your eyes.

Then you got up to wash your hands, returning to the sofa to look at me. I sat on the floor, watching you dominate the large sofa all by yourself, without complaint, just quietly handing you the warm tea and asking what you'd like to eat.

A fool who is always ready to spoil you unconditionally, even though you never ask for it.

---

There are days when your tears mix with the rain

The July rains have passed into memory, becoming a familiar part of daily life. Outside the window, the rain pours heavily without stopping for a moment—what is the sky crying for?

You leaned against the window, lazily gazing outside. You’re watching the rain, but also not the rain. Perhaps it’s something distant, hidden deep inside.

I thought I was mysterious, but you had already known everything. I have no secrets from you now; I’m as transparent as glass before you.

I no longer care about that. You have so many secrets, keeping them for yourself, not wanting to share, leaving them at the bottom of your heart. I don’t dig deeper, just smiling contentedly with the present.

There are rainy days when I make a teru teru bozu (sunshine doll) to hang by the window, hoping to one day pull you out to the sunny fields.

But I’m not skillful, so you made it again after seeing my misshapen creation. That doll now has hair, a face that doesn’t know how to smile.

It’s your sunshine doll.

It’s something you keep to yourself.

You lean on my shoulder. My sleeve is damp from your tears, perhaps you’ve cried when looking at that doll.

There is a fool, always waiting beside you, for you to lean on when needed.

---

There are days when you are like a star in the sky

The night sky is dim, only a blend of dark blue and black on your painter’s palette, with no stars affixed to the vast canvas.

You wear my coat, casually draping the scarf I knitted for you not long ago. You seem to accept it—does it keep you warm?

I follow behind you out of habit, watching that small figure. I’ve been watching and following it since the winds first blew gently across my heart.

There are things that made me feel deeply long ago, so gently that I didn’t even notice.

Then you stopped on a hillside. You said you wanted to visit the blue nemophila fields that overlook the distant sea, to walk barefoot on the sandy shores at night, to catch the sea breeze.

You said you no longer remember that faraway place.

You smiled at me as the moonlight softly carved shadows on your face, leaving faint streaks of light.

In a rare moment, I froze in the breeze, as the leaves rustled continuously. If I blink, will you disappear?

There is a fool, always waiting for your smile.

---

There are days when I know the world is nothing without you

I held the wooden comb, gently gliding through your golden hair—you love it, and so do I.

I love the scent that lingers in your hair, I love the softness of it in my hands, I love how you calmly let me touch it.

Do you know how many times I’ve secretly kissed your hair?

Do you know how long my happiness has been waiting there?

Then you closed your eyes, resting back on my chest, your voice soft and steady like the wind chime’s song.

"Don’t go, Obito."

You drifted off to sleep, on one of those rare warm sunny days. Ignoring the sound of the heart beating continuously in the chest of the person beside you.

There is a fool, always waiting by your side, and now has been answered.

.

.

End.

____[There's a fool waiting by your side]

I'm not very good at English, Hope you like it

[izdatazn]

Welcome to S.U.I.T.S: Initiation By Fire

TERRAN 9 - FINALS

I believe I had slept for a few hours before waking up at four in the morning. My sleep had been disturbed by an uncomfortable position; sitting against the edge of my bed. Glancing behind me, I noticed Asuka peacefully sleeping in my bed under two layers of warm blankets, still wearing my favorite jacket beneath them. Meanwhile, I covered myself with a thin blanket from my closet. Asuka held onto my hand tightly while deep in slumber.

Quietly turning around with her hand in mine, I gently removed it and stood up. Silently making my way to the door without disturbing her, Asuka shifted to her left side with her back facing me. In darkness, I gazed at her briefly before opening the door and leaving the room without causing any disturbance. Quietly closing it behind me, I descended down the stairs and entered into the living room where upon collapsing onto sofa let out an audible sigh of relief. Staring briefly at ceiling before once again drifting off into slumber.

"You still look terrible," Aikawa remarked.

Frustrated, I let out a sigh and threw a towel in his direction. He had once again interrupted my focused meditation. "Why are you here?" I questioned. It is Tuesday, January 13th, 2079

He took a seat beside me on the bench and casually placed his arm around my shoulders. Aikawa chuckled lightly. "Issei can't tolerate the sight of me, even though I genuinely care about your well-being after yesterday's assassination attempt."

I stumbled over my words, expressing gratitude while simultaneously requesting him to leave. "Thank you for that, but could you please give me some space? I need to concentrate." With a gentle push, I removed his arm from my shoulder as he stood up.

"But that's not the only thing bothering you," Aikawa asserted as he took a couple of steps forward. Playfully teasing, he asked, "Did something happen between you two last night?"

My face immediately flushed red as I vehemently denied his question. My words stumbled out incoherently. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Aw look, Issei is blushing!" Aikawa laughed jovially. "Good for you!"

I firmly stated, losing control of my composure as the words rushed out uncontrollably. "We did not have sex!” My voice rang out.

Aikawa turned to face me and walked a few steps closer, audibly chuckling and waving at people nearby. He playfully slapped my chest before putting his arm around me again and spoke in a hushed yet serious tone: "I don't understand why both of you deny your feelings for each other. It's obvious whenever you're together." Aikawa continued solemnly, "If neither of you takes action soon, one of you will end up with someone else. If she doesn't choose me, she'll find someone else to be in a relationship with." He paused briefly and added determinedly, "You need to make a move or else I will take the first step. Asuka too because I know Kobo is patiently waiting for the right time to confess."

I looked at him in confusion. "What does Kumiko have to do with this?"

“You’re really that dense?" Aikawa punched my chest out of frustration. "Remember what I said. Someone besides me will snatch her away." With that, he walked away nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets.

He's right.

The final day of the competition has arrived and it is even more exhilarating than yesterday. The venue is packed with spectators, and news anchors and streamers are invited to capture all the action of the spectacular showdown between the top players from each school. Just before the competition kicks off, the school delivers a phenomenal performance that far surpasses last year's show. 

The first event of the day is the final female 100m sprint, featuring Akane, Kumiko, and Asuka competing for first place. Kumiko and Asuka's fan clubs have also joined in on this last day, enthusiastically cheering for their representatives. It seems that their fan clubs have grown since last year as well because they now fill an entire section of stands. Their chants are much more boisterous compared to last year as they compete against each other to see who has the best chant. It’s definitely annoying.

I watched the competitors take their positions in the field, and a hush fell over the crowd in anticipation of the starter gun. The referee raised the gun, and for another 30 seconds, silence lingered in the air, intensifying both amongst onlookers and within myself. Finally, the referee fired the gun, and we witnessed an exhilarating sight as the girls sprinted towards the finish line. Cheers erupted from the crowd as Kumiko and Asuka raced side by side, with neither of them taking a clear lead while Akane trailed closely behind. Filled with excitement, both Kumiko and Asuka crossed the finish line at exactly same time. Spectators eagerly rewatched in slow motion to determine who had crossed first. With just a slight step forward and a mere millisecond separating them, Asuka emerged as victorious in the female 100m sprint.

Kumiko approached me with heavy breaths, frustration evident on her face. She gave me a smile tinged with disappointment as she raised her arm up. I mirrored her gesture and tapped my arm against hers as she walked past me. She handed over baton to me.

I took my position on my lane with Aikawa standing beside me. It wasn't just him I was competing against; it was also against two other rival school competitors in the final male 100m sprint - which made it even more overwhelming and anticipated compared to the female 100m sprint seconds ago. The cheers echoed around me as my adrenaline shot up.

Aikawa turned around and lifted his arm, prompting the other two competitors to do the same. They glanced at me, waiting for my response. "Issei," Aikawa said, "let's give the spectators an impressive display." I grinned at him and reluctantly joined them after initially refusing.

"Alright," I sighed. "You've won this round." I joined them and tapped my arm against theirs. 

We positioned ourselves in our respective lanes and waited for the starter gun to go off. My heart started pounding faster as the spectators suddenly fell into complete silence once again. The waiting period felt like minutes, but it was only a full minute in reality. All I could feel and hear was my racing heartbeat as I concentrated on blocking out any other distractions.

As the starting gun went off, we launched ourselves towards the finish line. The crowd roared with excitement, but I blocked out their noise and concentrated all my energy on sprinting. With complete focus, I harmonized my breathing, stride, and footwork as I propelled myself forward until finally reaching the finish line. Sho was there waiting for me, preventing me from stumbling once again. Unfortunately, I finished in second place once more, just a step behind the winner. Aikawa claimed first place in the ultimate male 100m sprint event.

I observed as Aikawa pumped his arm triumphantly in the air, while the crowd continued to cheer for his incredible performance. He made his way towards me with a slight limp, breathing heavily. Raising his arm, he waited for me to reciprocate. After a few seconds of hesitation, I raised my arm and tapped it against his.

"You did an amazing job, Issei," Aikawa chuckled. "You should watch the replay; you were ahead by two strides." He playfully nudged me and added, "Luckily for me, I was a bit faster." Aikawa turned around and walked away. "I'll see you in the mixed relay!"

"Congratulations on taking first place, Aikawa!" I shouted after him. He lifted his arm once again and flexed it while pointing at himself. I still despise that guy.

"What?" I asked Kumiko, feeling confused. "You want me to participate in the male 400m race?" I reached for my water bottle and took a sip. "I don't have any confidence in my abilities to run the 400m."

"Masaru announced it after the final 200m sprint," Kumiko explained. "The others are busy preparing for different events, but you just finished yours."

"So I'll be competing against Aikawa again in the 400m?" I clarified. She nodded. I looked at her and let out a sigh. "I suppose we'll give the spectators an exciting race.”

"I see you're back with a passionate desire for vengeance," Aikawa exclaimed while hopping in place.

"Why are you cringing?" I asked, stretching my body.

"Your redemption arc is about to begin," Aikawa chuckled.

We positioned ourselves at the corner of the track, eagerly awaiting the sound of the starter gun once again. The crowd fell silent, their eyes fixed on us. After a few seconds of anticipation, the starter gun rang out and we dashed towards the finish line. Instead of running our usual 100m sprint, we were now faced with a 400m challenge - one full lap around the track. Although I wasn't confident in this slightly longer distance sprint, I gave it everything I had.

As we rounded the first corner, I started closing in on Aikawa. Focused on synchronizing my breathing with my strides and maintaining precise footwork as we approached the second corner, I found myself once again neck-and-neck with Aikawa until we reached the finish line. Just like before, Kumiko and Nanako managed to pass me right at the end before I could stumble over myself.

Lost in regaining control of my breaths, I failed to notice their excitement as they jumped up and down in celebration. Snapping out of my concentration, I turned towards the screen to watch a replay of our race. Gradually regaining my hearing amidst all that cheering from spectators came shouts of excitement - it turns out that just seconds before crossing that finish line, I had managed to overtake Aikawa.

Filled with exhilaration, I raised my arm up in victory along with cheering crowd. Turning around to meet Aikawa's gaze, a victorious smile formed on my face as he smirked back at me while catching his breath heavily. With his fist positioned firmly against his chest and a chuckle escaping his lips he said,"The mixed relay race is next! Hope you've got enough energy left to entertain our spectators!”

The day was not yet over, as there were still other events taking place. I eagerly awaited the start of the mixed relay in just two hours. Seeking some peace and quiet, I managed to escape from the bustling crowd by making my way across campus to a more secluded spot in an auditorium. Kumiko accompanied me, and we both enjoyed the temporary silence.

"Great job, Kobayashi," Kumiko said excitedly.

"I wasn't entirely confident that I would win," I admitted with a sigh of relief. "Good luck with your event, Kumiko."

"Thank you," she replied. "I'll see you soon."

Kumiko walked away, leaving me alone in the auditorium. Despite being on the opposite side of campus, I could still hear muffled cheers from the track and field area. As I basked in the tranquility of my surroundings for a moment, suddenly I heard a loud echo behind me - it was the sound of someone entering through the door. Turning around, I saw Masaru coming into the auditorium and joining me near the stage.

"Thanks for filling in for me, Kobayashi," Masaru spoke gratefully. "Just thinking about competing in the finals made my body feel uneasy. Congratulations on your first-place win though."

"You have next year to prepare," I reassured him.

I watched in astonishment as Masaru walked away, completely unaware that his words were actually directed at me. However, a sense of foreboding began to fill the auditorium - something felt off and unsettling, causing my hair to stand on end.

Suddenly, Masaru called out my name, snapping me out of my thoughts for a moment. I then noticed a shadowy figure standing behind him, holding what appeared to be a scythe-like weapon. Fear gripped me as this figure effortlessly thrust its arm through Masaru's body and lifted him into the air. With great force, it violently threw Masaru against a wall before focusing its attention on me.

As it approached me, the figure spoke in an eerie tone: "Finally, I have the opportunity to meet with you privately after yesterday's failed attempt at capturing you." The hooded figure plunged its scythe into the floor of the auditorium and dragged it along as it slowly advanced towards me. "Do not be frightened, Kobayashi. My only objective is to abduct you; there is no intention to kill." It chuckled sinisterly. "So do not resist.”

Taking advantage of this fleeting distraction, I swiftly dashed towards my right. However, the hooded figure deftly hurled its scythe in my direction. Thanks to my peripheral vision warning me of its path, I successfully slid beneath it just in the nick of time. Regaining my balance, I hurried towards the exit but was abruptly halted by the hooded figure's second scythe slamming down in front of me. I fell backwards.

"I have told you before," it ominously repeated, "do not resist." I crawled backwards before turning around and scrambling to my feet, running in the opposite direction. It chuckled. "I do love seeing my toy run away from me." It threw both of its scythes at me simultaneously from above and below. Matching its speed, I hopped and spun mid-air, successfully avoiding both scythes aimed at me. However, upon landing unexpectedly on the ground, my foot grazed the chain connecting the scythes and sent them spinning in motion before roughly landing on the floor myself.

As I struggled desperately to distance myself from danger's reach, the hooded figure flung a chain towards me. Helplessly watching as it slithered across the ground towards me like a serpent on a mission, it constricted tightly around my ankles with merciless force. The chains relentlessly pulled me closer to the hooded figure as I fought with all my might to break free from their grip.

Suspending me upside down, uncertainty filled my mind as I stared into darkness hiding beneath that ominous hood - uncertain whether an actual skull resided there or not. Its gaze locked onto mine with unwavering intensity. "Why does she desire something as insignificant as you?" It growled menacingly.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced through the hoodie, causing its chain to shatter into pieces and releasing its hold on me. I plummeted to the ground and scrambled away while witnessing it retrieve the arrow. My eyes darted towards where it came from; shock washed over me as I saw Masaru holding a bow in a steadfast stance.

"Asuka told me to handle this discreetly," Masaru gasped while his wounded chest slowly healed."I apologize."

The hooded figure hurled its first scythe at him and aimed its second at me. Just then, someone materialized before me and clashed fiercely with the second scythe-wielding opponent - wielding a massive axe. Avoiding the attack skillfully, Masaru let fly another arrow at our assailant.

"Issei," he exclaimed, "You forgot to invite me to your little party." He turned towards me, grinning mischievously. It was Aikawa who came to our rescue. He pushed the scythe away and attacked the hooded figure while I watched them fight, with Masaru providing support from afar.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I tried to make my escape. However, suddenly a couple hundred people came running in from the entrance and overwhelmed me. Desperately, I ran onto the stage and grabbed a wooden stick that was leaning against the wall.

Looking into their eyes, I could see that they were in a zombie-like state which terrified me. Doing whatever I could to resist them on stage, Aikawa and Masaru focused on dealing with the hooded figure. Unfortunately, their sheer numbers overwhelmed me and ultimately pinned me down. Despite my attempts to break free, it remained futile.

Struggling against my restraints, I glimpsed at two figures standing on the railing above the stage. Swiftly, arrows found their mark in the foreheads of some of the zombie-like humans, while a third figure descended and efficiently took down a couple more who were pinning me down. It was Hideki standing before me, with Nanako positioned above on the railing.

"Damn, can't even leave you alone for a second," Hideki remarked. 

He swiftly dispatched a few more attackers before extending his hand towards me. I reached up to grab it just as two additional assailants lunged at him. One fell from an arrow striking its target, while a bullet pierced through the other one. With Hideki pulling me up and Nanako dropping from above to stand by my side.

"What should we do?" I asked urgently. "They have us surrounded and Aikawa needs assistance."

"One step at a time, Kobayashi," Nanako replied calmly. "We need to neutralize those former humans created by that hooded figure first, then we can confront the hooded figure themselves later on. Aikawa and Masaru can hold out for now.” 

The remaining former humans attacked us from all angles. While defending me with all their might, Hideki and Nanako did their best to disarm them as I struggled to even defend myself with my wooden stick. I noticed a couple more former humans entering the auditorium before being swiftly taken down by bullets.

"Is that Ren?" I asked.

"He's providing sentry duty from the bell tower," Nanako casually answered as she disarmed another former human. "Ren is doing remarkably well for himself."

Hideki added, "Ren has been on sentry duty since day one of this tournament; thanks to him, days one and two have been relatively peaceful so far.” He swiftly took down a couple more formers lunging at him.

They completed the task of disarming all of the attackers before turning their attention to the mysterious hooded figure. Hideki offered assistance to Aikawa, while Nanako provided support from a distance. Despite being outnumbered four to one, they still faced a significant challenge in dealing with the hooded figure. Aikawa was forcefully thrown over me, while Nanako and Masaru did their best to disarm and neutralize the threat.

The hooded figure hurled its scythe towards Masaru, who skillfully evaded the attack. The scythe embedded itself into the wall behind him. With a swift motion, the figure yanked its scythe back and viciously struck Masaru with its chain. He was sent soaring through the air and crashed into a nearby wall before collapsing lifelessly onto the floor.

Aikawa rushed past me, joining Hideki in close combat against the hooded figure. However, it swiftly dispatched both of them and tightly ensnared them with its chains. Slowly but surely, it began to crush them as they dropped their weapons. Despite a bullet piercing through the hoodie and Nanako shooting an arrow at it, neither had any effective impact on the figure's movements.

In an instant, without giving Nanako time to react, the hooded figure flung its scythe at her, sending her flying backwards. After that, it threw Aikawa and Hideki aside. They were catapulted through walls and out of the auditorium, leaving only me face-to-face with the hooded figure.

"What a bother," it menacingly chuckled. "Finally, it's just you and me." The hooded figure retracted its scythe as I tried to avoid it but ended up caught in its trajectory. I was propelled forward towards the hooded figure. It grabbed my face and lifted me up. "Now," It spoke with a cold tone. "Why don't you surrender peacefully?”

Fear gripped my eyes as I saw my friends lying unconscious. I felt completely helpless, unable to do anything but cower in fear. Despite my futile attempts to resist, I was unable to make any difference. Desperation filled me as I cried out for help, a single tear streaming down my face.

Suddenly, a wooden stump pierced through the hooded figure's body, freeing me from its grasp. Collapsing onto the floor, I desperately crawled backwards towards the stage. "Resistance is futile!" it shouted angrily while throwing its scythe at me. Just as it was about to reach me, a fan came flying out of nowhere and sliced the chain in half before returning to its rightful owner - Asuka. Standing behind the hooded figure with unwavering determination, she firmly held her fans.

As I pressed myself against the stage wall for safety, I noticed Kumiko standing on top of the stage above me. She swiftly jumped down and took a few steps forward until she positioned herself right in front of me. In a fierce voice filled with rage and protectiveness overtook her words: "Don't you dare lay a finger on him!" Kumiko shouted defiantly at the hooded figure.

Kumiko dashed towards the hooded figure, as three wooden stumps emerged from the ground. Two of the stumps entangled around her arm. Asuka, following Kumiko's lead, also engaged in combat with the figure. Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they swiftly disarmed the hooded figure, a feat Hideki and Aikawa failed to accomplish. 

Meanwhile, another person caught my attention - Akane. She walked past me and positioned herself in front of me with her gun aimed at the hooded figure. Seizing an opportunity during the fight, she took a few shots but unfortunately missed her target. However, each missed shot caused ice to subtly form on the floor, gradually spreading towards the hooded figure.

Kumiko shattered the chains that bound the hooded figure with her wooden tails while coordinating with Asuka's attacks. Asuka would throw her fans at their enemy, and Kumiko would catch them after successfully striking their adversary. They repeated this tactic numerous times in an attempt to slow down and distract the hooded figure, while Kumiko tried to ensnare them completely using her third wooden tail. At the same time, ice began to creep over parts of its body due to Akane's earlier shots.

Together, they did everything they could to divert its attention until it finally realized that half of its body was held captive by ice. With its weapons shattered and limited movement, the hooded figure had nowhere else to go.

"What is this?" it demanded. "Let me go!"

Kumiko used her third wooden tail to wrap around the top half of its body and restrain it. "We weren't supposed to kill you," Asuka said breathlessly. "We were tasked with ceasing and desisting by any means possible for our superiors to gain information from you."

"I refuse!" it shouted.

Kumiko firmly wrapped it with her wood tail and pulled it towards her. "And what are you going to do about it?"

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Now that he was losing steam from his earlier burst of rage, his fried nerves were making their pain known and he found himself looking for a chair. He refused to sit back in the wheelchair again if he could avoid it. Thankfully, there was another sofa, unoccupied by Rogers, not too far away. Brock made his way over and sat quietly, listening to the brief exchange between Steve and Stark's virtual assistant. "Am I gonna have the luxury of asking for things I want? You all seem to be pretty familiar with whatever this JARVIS thing is. Will I get a run down on it?" He asked, conversationally.

After a few moments, a nurse arrived and Brock glanced over the tray she had brought in, grabbing the nutritional shake to study its ingredients and nutritional composition. He held his other arm still while the nurse injected him with a dose of morphine. He felt a calming wave move through his body, the agitating burning melting away into a blanket of cool nothingness. He sighed and quietly thanked the nurse. He shook the bottle of shake and cracked the lid, a little surprised to see Winter already coming over to him. "We need to get you fed. It's gonna be these shakes for a while, but they're good for you. I want you to drink all of this, just a few sips every minute or so. You haven't had food on your stomach and I don't want to do anything that's gonna cause you to throw up. If you feel like you're going to be sick, stop drinking and let me know. Understood?" He addressed Winter directly, handing over the bottle to the man.

"You look like a bomb is gonna go off next to your fuckin' head if you move a muscle. Just fuckin' relax and take the stick out of your ass for a second. I've seen you more calm under active gunfire than you are right now." Brock commented to Steve, he didn't think the man's discomfort and displeasure at having to watch this could be any more evident. "You brought me all the way here to help him get better, you think any of that is gonna happen with you breathin' down our necks? I know you don't trust me, but I'm asking you to try. It seems like Jarvis listens in on everything that's fuckin' said in this place. You think he won't tattle to you the second I breathe wrong? Also, in case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a choice but to do this. It's either being here working with him and healing these fuckin' burns or rotting in a cell on the Raft. I think it's an obvious choice of where I wanna be." Brock wasn't pushing Steve's buttons, he was trying to get him to see sense. Whether Rogers could put aside his vitriol and loathing for a second to think clearly about this was entirely up to him.

Brock didn't even flinch when Steve got up in his face, he met the man's stare head on and didn't back down. He could see the way Steve froze upon hearing the Soldier's arm come to life, sensing the threat it posed. Rogers was right to be afraid, Brock could give the word and his precious 'Bucky' would be trying to claw his face off all because Brock told him too. Brock let him get it out of his system, he knew that Steve hated his guts, might as well let him vent it instead of letting it sit like a stick up his ass. Besides, it satisfied something in Brock to know that he could make Rogers lose it so easily. The man was just waiting for a fight and one of these days, Brock might give it to him.

His attention was on the Soldier though, and he listened as the man detailed his current state. Fuck, no wonder his hair was a goddamn mess, he hadn't bathed since Brock had last seen him. Brock's hazel eyes grew stormy at hearing that Steve yelled at him. He was just about to lay into Rogers again but he was cut short by the next statement that came out of Winter's mouth. The tense lines of his body eased slightly at that admission, his gaze softening a little as he addressed the Soldier. "I missed you too, Soldat. We have some work ahead of us, but I'm here for you." He reassured.

Brock turned his attention back to Steve, seeing the way he couldn't even stand to look at Winter. Steve looked like he might be sick if he even acknowledged any of what he was hearing. But Brock wasn't gonna let him off so easy. "If I ever hear that you're fuckin' yelling at him again, we're gonna have problems. I told you, you're gonna hear a lot of shit that you don't like and you're gonna have to deal with it. This is just what it is right now."

He paused a moment before continuing. "Now, if you wanna let me get started, the first thing I'm gonna need is some pain meds cause your buddies didn't do shit to make these burns any easier to deal with. Then, I'm gonna get to taking care of him. I'm gonna clean him up and try to get him to eat something. If you have any nutritional shakes or something plain, that'd work best. His stomach isn't used to anything besides the nutritional sludge that they gave him. the few times I tried to give him anything beyond, he'd throw it back up." As he said all of this, his tone was that of a strategist, he wasn't trying to push at Steve's buttons or get a rise out of him, he was just relaying information like they used to do in the field. "That's what I got at the moment. He hasn't taken orders in a while so we're just gonna start slow. The hard work can come later, he just needs consistency right now."

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Please give it back to me

Loki x fem! Reader

18+?/fluff/some jealousy/some arguing/some angst/adult themes/reader needs to get a little louder ...and fluff. No books or other items got harmed!

Two days.

Two days now.

For two days you were searching now. You were absolutely sure where you had seen it for the last time, yesterday in the morning. But it wasn't there anymore. You had looked for it in the whole apartment: in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bedroom, in the bathroom…you had looked for it in every corner, cupboard, closet, in the wall of bookshelves, even in the fridge but you hadn't found it.

You were so unhappy that you had lost it, it was a catastrophe and as if it wasn't enough, Loki hadn't spoken to you for two days now. He seemed to avoid seeing or meeting you. It wasn't that you saw each other every minute of a day, you both had your responsibilities and work to do but the evenings and nights belonged only to you and Loki. It was always the best time of the day when you both cuddled up in your bed under your snuggly blankets, skin to skin and talking and laughing together and enjoying some passionate lovemaking. Every night you fall asleep in each other's arms but last night you didn't sleep. Not only because you had lost an important treasure it was also because of Loki's absence in your shared bed. It just makes your desperation worse.

Why didn't he want to see you anymore? What have you done wrong? Today you met him in the hallway during your teatime break and the only thing you got from him were some despising looks and he just went past you. But you needed to talk to him, it was urgent, very urgent.

After you had finished work you returned to your shared apartment and looked forward to a hot shower and some food…and a clarifying conversation with Loki. You needed to know why he was so pissed off and why he didn't sleep together with you in the bedroom. You entered the living room and found him sitting on the sofa, reading a book. He didn't even look at you or said hello.

"Good evening, Lo baby "

" — "

"Can we talk, please?"

" — "

Loki put his book aside and pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans and slammed it onto the table, giving you the evil eye. He took his hand away and you saw what you had been looking for for the last two days. You were overly happy when you saw it.

"Oh thanks to the Norns, you have found it, you have no idea —"

"Since when?"

"When what?"

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Loki! Seriously? I never stopped lov—"

"Or is there another man?"

"Another…what?"

"Don't play coy with me, princess …since when? Tell me!"

"I don't know what—"

"Don't make a fool out of me, do you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"I beg your pardon? What are you talki—"

"Stop it! Why y/n? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you remember what I said to you the day I married you?"

"Of course, I do, how could I forge—"

"And yet you did it!"

"I did what? I just—-"

"You pulled it off your finger and you just left it! Without further thinking!"

Loki rose from the sofa, took your wedding ring off the table and held it in front of your nose.

"At our wedding, I begged you to never put it off your finger without my knowledge and if yet you do it, our relationship would end."

You wanted to take your ring from his hand to put it back on your finger but Loki made it vanish with a twist of his hand.

"Please give it back to me, Lo, I was just—"

"You don't need it anymore...obviously. I haven't removed mine from my finger for a single day, it's the sign of my never-ending love and devotion for you and you know how important it is for me that you are wearing your ring, you're mine and this ring is one of the signs for the fact that you belong to me …"

And he talked and talked and gradually you got mad because he didn't give you a chance to explain everything to him.

"DAMN LOKI ! " you slammed his leather-bound book onto the table with a loud bang to get his attention.

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME… you stubborn God of why-should-I-listen-to-my -wife-and-in-general-I-do-what -I-want!"

He stopped talking immediately and crossed his arms in front of his chest, releasing an annoyed huff.

"Okay…I'm listening."

"Do I have your attention now?" you asked him, more quietly again.

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Hm."

"Have you finished throwing tantrums?"

"Hm, yes."

"Are you sure?" you teased him.

He nodded.

"I need your words, hubby !" and you smiled mischievously at him and closed the distance between you two.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Fine! First of all, I assure you, I'm still in love with you and there's no other man, absolutely not. You are the love of my life and nothing will ever change that. Am I understood?"

"Yes, my Lady!"

"Good!"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him.

"Second, I had to pull the ring off my finger because it was swollen and hurting. Is this acceptable to you?"

"Yes, … but why was your finger swollen?" He furrowed his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Did you get hurt?" Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his voice full of concern now.

"Nooo…"

"Tell me, love, why did you pull it from your finger?"

"As I said, my finger was hurting from the pressure and I forgot to put it on again because I got so excited after I had taken the test…"

"Test? Excited? About what?"

"Oh, ahhmm…about my pregnancy, and I wanted to tell you about it immediately but forgot to put my ring on again and I couldn't find you and when I thought about my ring again, I returned to the bathroom and it was gone…I felt so bad about it, I looked for it everywhere…"

"Oohh, okay so you had looked for me, I came home, I couldn't find you but I found your ring in the bathroom and put it into my pocket…because I thought you wanted to leave me and…wait what?...wait…what did you say?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"What do you mean, Lo?" A bright smile appeared on your face.

"Test? Pregnancy? You are…?" he said breathlessly when the realization hit him.

"Yessss, I am!" and your smile got even brighter.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, we become parents, Lo!"

He made you wrap your legs around his waist and whirled you around, you both laughed with joy and he set your feet back to the floor.

"Do you need anything…ah...a blanket…ah a cup of tea…ahh...a massage…no no a warming bottle…" and he ran around like a scared chicken.

You couldn't stop laughing while your husband ran around like this to make you feel comfortable.

Lo, Lo..please stop…I'm fine, I'm just pregnant, not ill " and you still laughed heartily.

He came back to you and pulled you into his embrace again, feelings of guilt written on his face.

"I'm sorry love, I just want to make everything perfect for you now…I'm such a stupid, stubborn idiot sometimes, am I?"

"You are."

"I should've talked to you instead of drawing a false conclusion."

"You should've done it, yes!"

"Will you forgive my inappropriate and stupid behaviour, my love?"

"Under one condition!"

"Which one?"

"I want my wedding ring back��please."

"Of course my love, I'm so sorry. How could I doubt your love for me?"

He held his open palm in front of you and in a shimmer of green your ring appeared in his hand.

"Do you still love me?" he asked you quietly.

"You sweet adorable man. Of course, I still love you. I love your stubbornness, your jealousy, and your possessiveness and I love you for everything else that makes you my Loki. My love for you is unwavering !" and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

He placed your wedding band back to your ring-finger. It was a little bit tight now but it still fit.

"Would you allow me to wear it on a necklace if necessary?"

" Of course, my wifey or I'll keep it safe for you until it fits again" and he kissed you long and passionately.

"And I'll take good care of you and our little one, I promise. You have no idea how happy I am " he said gently and a tear escaped his eye.

Sometimes he could be such an idiot and you knew he felt bad about it. And yet you loved him infinitely and Loki was so in love with you and so proud to have you…and soon a baby too.

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Lost - Chapter One

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    🕸️   It took everything in her body to not trip over the cracks in the pavement outside of her apartment building; her throat burning from both the cold and the amount of breathing she was doing as she raced towards the door.

Hands shaking as she struggled with the rusty lock, her ears pricked upward at the noise of a blood-chilling shriek, and she knew that they had spotted her again.

She was getting sloppy on her supply runs and even though she knew this, she wasn’t exactly known for having the best balance even standing still, let alone grabbing supplies from the blood-stained shops.

Letting out a small cry of relief, the door finally came unstuck, and she slammed the door shut; turning around just in time to see a small group of people slam their bodies into the thick glass door.

Their eyes bloodshot, their mouths always open and drooling, all of them agile despite whatever their human health state was like.  

“Fucking arseholes,” she whispered as she tried to ignore the groaning and the screaming that was just behind a single glass door.

Dashing up the stairs, she kept her apartment key ready in her hand, anything to just be a little safer that much quicker.

“I am alive,” she called out, her breath halting for a few seconds as silence followed her announcement.

“You sound terrified,”  

The deep voice made her flinch and she turned to see her best friend sitting up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing on her face and taking in her shaken form.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he jumped over the back of the sofa and quickly gathered her up in his arms, “safety in numbers,” he added pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.

“Felix, you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you up,” she replied feeling a little bashful under his gaze, “it’s been so long since you had a good night's sleep and I’m not going to wake you up for every supply run just because you think you’re okay when you clearly aren’t,”  

She pouted when Felix chuckled and pet the top of her head with affection, enjoying the softness of her Dalmatian ears.

“You’re right,” he agreed surprising her quite a bit and she tilted her head to the side; the two of them making their way to the seating area, “lay with me?”  

Felix helped her move the heavy backpack she was carrying and held his arms out to her, knowing fully well that she would never be able to refuse such an action.

“Evil,” she mumbled before quickly joining him on the sofa, head buried in his chest as a blanket was thrown over them.

“Maybe so but you love me,” he giggled at the scoff that was replied and he squeezed the hybrid just a little bit more out of sheer love for her, “I’m glad you’re safe,” he added quietly as he heard a loud scream coming from a floor above them.

Must be Miss Lorn’s boyfriend...finally turned Felix thought with a shudder as the screaming continued a little more before it slowly became quiet with a loud gurgling.

“Me too,” she whispered gripping the fabric of his shirt for comfort, “maybe...maybe we should barricade the door today,” she added upon hearing the rather disturbing scrambling of hands scratching at the floorboards from above.

“I’m on it,”

                                    ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Even though the world had gone to shit, the internet seemed to still be working.

Only on select days of the month it seemed but working none-the-less.

Felix had been trying to get in contact with his best friends ever since things really started to go downhill; she could see his heart breaking every time the phone calls cut short or when they simply weren’t even working.

She had only met one of Felix’s friends and that was a man called Han Jisung.

An introverted man who was shy and anxious a lot of the time but bloomed the second he was comfortable with you.

She always had had a soft spot for Han and had enjoyed his company very much whenever he’d visited Felix, the two men extremely close thanks to their birthdays being one day apart.

She had assumed that Han would’ve been the first one he would try to get in touch with but apparently there was another man from Australia that he was the closest too.  

“Still nothing?” she asked quietly as she eyed Felix, who was leant over his laptop with a very exhausted expression on his lovely face, “Lix?” she pushed gently when silence followed her question, and he looked up slowly with a sad shake of his head.  

“I don’t even know if they’re safe,” he whispered trying his very best not to cry, “Channie-hyung is tough but his kindness is the thing that will get him in trouble...people will take advantage,” he closed his laptop and rubbed his face harshly; leaving red marks on himself.

“Minho-hyung is tough and no nonsense, but playful and kind...I guess he’ll be the one who would be around the longest,” Felix picked at his nails, and she knew that he was just talking to vent out his anxiety; so, she stayed quiet and nodded, “Changbin-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung live together, so I think they’ll be alright but Changbin is loud and a hot-head sometimes,” he pulled at his thick brown locks, “Hannie....” he seemed to be particularly stressed when talking about the slightly older man.

“Hannie is smart, and I think his anxiety benefits him...he’s not that great with social situations unless we’re with him so I think...I think he’ll be hiding in his home or with Channie-hyung...they’re super close,” he took a deep breath and turned to look at her for the first time since his ramble.

“Seungie and Jeongin are the youngest of our friendship group but I believe that they are together, I hope they’re together,” he whispered, “I believe they’ll be okay but they get overwhelmed easily and I just don’t know what to do!” he finally broke down in tears and she rushed towards him; pulling him into her chest and stroking his hair as he sobbed into shirt, gripping the back of it so hard she thought it would rip.

“I will help you find them,” she squeezed him tightly and kissed his forehead when he eventually looked up, “I will find them,” she knew it was giving him false hope, but she couldn’t stand to see the utter distress upon his face.

“I don’t want them to be hurt,” he whimpered as his face turned a bright shade of red due to his crying, “I love them,” he bit his bottom lip nervously before smiling ever so slightly when she bumped her head against his affectionately.  

“I know you do,” she replied looking at the front door at the sudden sound of screeching, which caused them both to bolt towards said door just in case they had to hold it shut once again.

“How are they still in the building?” Felix shook his head, voice still wrecked because of his crying.

“I don’t know, I thought I had gotten rid of them all on this floor,” she eyed the peephole and felt her stomach drop at the sight of them running down the halls; clearly on the scent of something and she hoped it wasn’t one of the poor pets in the other apartments.

“Might be newbies,” Felix sighed heavily, “I still think it’s to do with the water around here,” he added making her shrug.

“Could be, I haven’t been using any water for drinking that didn’t come out of a bottle,” she confessed, “bad for the planet but so is this virus,” she continued making Felix laugh.

“Same here,” he confessed as they moved away from the door and back towards his bedroom; shutting the door behind them.

A rule the two of them had come up with in case their front door was knocked down during the night, they would still have a barrier between them and the zombies.

Sleeping together was also another safety rule they’d made as they’d be able to 1. hold the door better with two and 2. have more chances to fight the zombies off if, God forbid, they got in.

Plus, they were just scared to be by themselves.

“Have you tried to call them?” she moved to his side on the bed and cuddled up with her arms locked around one of his, chin on his shoulder.

“I think using phones is going to be pointless,” he puffed a big sigh out, “fucking thing hasn’t been able to connect a call in about,” he paused, “three-four weeks,”  

This news came as a surprise to her as Felix hadn’t even mentioned this to her.

“Three-four weeks?!” she gasped, and he nodded, “oh Felix,” she almost cooed at his saddened expression, her fingers gently brushing his hair from his face so she could look at his dark brown eyes.

He, in turn, looked back at her feeling quite hopeless, his head pushing forward so their foreheads were together.

“I have you,” he whispered closing his eyes, “so it’s not all bad,” he felt his face flush red at the sudden confession, and he moved away from her, eyes darting to the grey carpet of his room.

There was a short silence that followed his statement.

She would be lying if she hadn’t picked up on a weird atmosphere surrounding the two of them lately; not that she hated the feeling, but it was just a little strange.  

Felix was always a touchy person; often pulling her into cuddles for most of the day or just petting her ears as she curled up beside him, kissing her forehead or cheek whenever he felt particularly soft.

But recently the cuddles had become longer and tighter, the kisses had become more frequent, and his lips lingered.

Even she had become aware that she was also being a lot more affectionate with Felix; even brave enough now to kiss him back on several occasions.

She considered the man a forever packmate, even though she didn’t have a pack in the first place.

Maybe she was confusing simple pack-love with romantic love? She wasn’t too knowledgeable about Hybrid pack lives, having been brought up with a Human family since birth.

Shaking her head furiously, startling Felix in the process, she cleared her throat and threw herself down onto the bed, pulling the covers over her body.

“We should get some rest, we need to go on another supply run soon,” she faked a yawn and made sure to face away from him as she tried to figure her thoughts out but still pushed backwards as Felix joined her, arm thrown around her waist protectively.

It was annoying that her tail was wagging.

Fucking traitor!