#( sorry this is late bre :( but I hope you enjoy it )
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dreams of someone ✒︎ m.barzal
summary: all lina’s dreams seemingly had come true – and then she met mat in a time where they both needed ... someone
featuring: mat barzal, lina thorne (oc), sydney esiason martin, and the rest of the martin family in mention
word count: 3.8k
warnings: none -- there is a ton of food mention though especially of the baked variety
dedication: this little one shot was written for bre (@fallinallincurls) for demi's winter fic exchange!
the last time ii wrote about mat was two or so years ago so please give me some grace. but writing this was the exact challenge that i needed so i really did enjoy writing it for you and adjusting it to suit your desires. so, i hope it meets your expectations and that you enjoy it!
and a little dedication as per always to demi (@wyattjohnston) for hosting and understanding that life sometimes happens.
It was a typical opening morning for Lina Thorne. She’d woken up at 4:30am, showered and got herself ready for her shift. It was a quick morning stroll to her place when the city that never sleeps was a lot quieter than and the sun was still well below the horizon and wouldn’t be painting the skies until the first batch of cookies was in the oven. The woman couldn’t hide the yawn that left her mouth as her key slid into the lock and the front door to the store opened.
Lina never imagined that she be living the dream in New York City, especially since her dreams of staying out in the big city upon finishing her internship with her mentor never came true. Instead, she found herself dreaming of what life in the big city could be for her, working in a bakery out in Boston honing her skills and surprisingly making herself seemingly at home. She had been referred for the position by her mentor despite his own wants to let the young chef go. Working her way into management and securing respect and acknowledgement in the pastry world. All an up-and-coming pastry chef could ask for. It wasn’t until during a prep day that her boss mentioned a position that she was put into consideration for that would lead her back to the city of her dreams and training not only as a baker but rather the head baker of the newest branch of the bakery she’d happily called home for the last three years.
However, as stood in the commercial kitchen under bright cool lights, being able to say she ran the little bakery on the island, she couldn’t help but pat herself on the back. The nerves had initially consumed her and although her boss and the owner of the bakery had been around for training of staff, prepping for the opening and the grand opening itself. Almost as soon as the store was open and running within the week, she was then solely in charge. It was days like this, however, that she loved the most. Mornings where she was able to get back into the very reason why she got into baking in the first place. It was a time when she could take a moment to herself and just breathe. Especially on a day like today when she had a big order to fill out, for none other than one of her newest friends in the neighbourhood.
Lina’s eyes flitted towards the clock, keenly aware that it was fast approaching time to slip the decorated sign on the door and let customers know that they were open. She had since been joined by two baristas and two of the bakers who were due to take over from her once the store opened up whilst she got her deliveries done before working through paperwork. The shout from one of the aforementioned baristas shook her out of her haze as she iced the cookies in front of her. Calling out for a moment, she finished up the cookie she was decorating before placing the pining bag down and reaching for the dishtowel.
Walking out into the front, she sent a smile to the two college students who were pulling down chairs and wiping tables before her eyes landed on a familiar head of hair tapping their fingers against her counter. Pulling a face of confusion, she moved towards him dropping the dishtowel.
“We’re not open yet.” She spoke before crossing her arms as he turned towards her. A smile that she could only describe as cheeky sat on his lips as he gave her a little shrug before leaning towards her.
“I was told to pick up a cookie deliver. Sydney’s orders,” He spoke with amusement filling his words, “There’s no saying no to that woman.”
“Mat, Syd’s order is set for delivery.” She wasn’t quite sure if she believed in what he was saying but it wasn’t in her nature to be unkind.
Lina had met Mat by chance and obviously all thanks to the woman currently in question. Sydney and a couple of the other wives and girlfriends of the Islanders had dropped by for a coffee date from which Sydney had made it her newest spot and was happily welcomed by the bakery’s staff as a regular. The more time Sydney spent in the establishment, the more opportunities she got to speak with young women and truly it was hard to say no to that woman. Before she knew it, she was being invited to dinners, and girls’ nights – she had even frequented hockey games which was something she hadn’t done since she was in culinary school. The late nights of the games just didn’t align with the early morning that was required of her at the store. It was one of the rare late nights she had free when she was invited by Sydney to a dinner party at the Martin residence and she had run into Mat. The story according to Syd was that Mat was only invited because of a recent break-up and them wanting him to be around people who loved him and wanted nothing but happiness for him. It, and Lina will quote, “is not a matchmaking setup” like other introductions to Sydney’s male friends of the same age as the baker had been.
The two had been seated next to one another and Mat’s glum mood had caught her attention. But not knowing anything of his current situation and maybe having had a little too much fun doing unplanned pres with the hostess with the mostess gifting her looser lips than normal, she had made a remark about his apparent brooding. A thought she assumed was just that but upon hearing the chatter quieten down a little, she realised her words most definitely left her mouth. Slowly lowering her glass to the table, she turned to apologise to the male beside her when the snort that he let out left her sorry and confused. It was all quickly replaced with intrigue when he shot back with a retort of his own, prompting the two adults into a comfortable and playful argument. It was that moment where instead of anticipating the presence of a certain blonde every day, she noticed a certain brunet make a place for himself at the table closest to the counter by the display case.
The baker had been warned against Matt’s teammates but none other than Matt himself. She’d gotten the idea that Matt was keenly aware of his wife’s ability to befriend people and more importantly take them under her wing, if how quickly she was welcomed into the family dynamic of Martins was anything to go by. Regarding dating, who was she to question a man who spent most of his time with said teammates, she doubted she’d ever even meet and if she ever did, so many faces pass through her doors, she wouldn’t even remember them. Which is why the hockey player who had chosen to make himself a fixture had initially garnered a little apprehension from her but without fail, he always came in and grabbed a coffee (and a cake on those days he chose to treat himself), his a seat and left when he was all done, never without a generous tip. He was kind enough to her staff and even kinder to the other regulars who were in at the same time as him, so she let him be. All business is good business, even though she knew for a fact there were coffee shops much closer to his apartment, the arena and even the practice facility. But who was she to complain.
She couldn’t remember when it started but she eventually started joining him when he’d visit in the mornings. Their chats were surprisingly something familiar, and comfortable, like talking to an old friend. They joked and teased but most of the time they just let go. It had been a couple weeks since they first met, and it wasn’t until the second week of them sharing a drink that he’d actually opened up about why he was looking so glum the night they had met and why he was hanging around her café. How he got her store details from Sydney and how he was drawn to the fact that she didn’t handle him as though he was fragile. How all he had wanted when it felt like someone he cared about deeply had uprooted him from his very foundation was normalcy. And that’s what Lina gave him. He was just another friend of a friend to her; he was just Mat to her. Not heartbroken Mat, not healing Mat, not even NHL superstar – Just Mat.
“Well, you’re not all that Mathew.” She had stated to which he could only respond with a soft ‘Exactly’. Ever since that moment, they had shared ample time with one another both in and outside of his coffee trips. And despite the time Mat has been spending within their four brick walls, it was still a surprise to see him at the store before opening.
“Can’t be, she sent me a frantic message at 7 telling me she needed a favour and who am I to fulfil my favourite uncle duties,” He explained before sending a wink her way, “Anything for Winnie.”
“Yeah, she lied to you,” She answered, giving him a double pat on the shoulder and a short cackle before moving over and opening the gate for the man, “One time only, might as well put you to work.”
The two of them made their way to the kitchen and while Mat went to wash his hands (not before Lina pointed a firm finger towards the sink to gently direct him to do so), Lina grabbed him a free apron and tossed it over his shoulder. Moving back to the station where the last of the cookies were waiting to be decorated and then packed away for delivery.
“So, what can I do?” Mat slipped the apron over his head as he leaned over to observe the spread of baked goods before glancing back over at her. His confident smile slowly slipped off his face as she grabbed a piping bag and handed it over to him.
“I line, you flood.”
“Didn’t you train like three years for this?” Giving the bag a gentle squish and frowning when no icing flowed out.
“It’s basically impossible to mess it up, it’s like colour by numbers,” She explained softly as she grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the end of the piping bag while adjusting his hand to make sure no icing was wasted. Pulling the cookies, she was previously working on in front of him all lined and ready to fill in front of him, before gesturing towards the piping bag and gesturing back to the cookies. “Match the flood colour to the line colour. Winnie does it all the time.”
“While I know that’s not really true, the dig hurts.” His free hand flew up to his chest in mock hurt before laughing and finally putting icing to cookie with an almost amusing amount of concentration.
“Get filling pretty boy, I will not have my little princess disappointed.”
The two of them worked almost like a well-oiled machine. It almost felt like she was back in culinary school, helping out with the younger years. They weren’t always perfect, but their hearts were always in the right place and if there was one thing she had learnt about Mat was that his heart was always in the right place. Almost to a fault. The whole bravado he put on was more like a mask. At least in front of her. He never had any walls up with her, but he definitely had worn the walls she constructed when she moved down. She always knew that those walls had to come down eventually, but she definitely didn’t expect it would come from a chance encounter with a random stranger. The girls and her staff had done their fair share and warming her up and making her feel at home but the first time she ever truly let herself be with no pretences and no fears of being judged and not fitting in was sitting in the store over a cup of coffee with Mat.
Before long, all the cookies, cupcakes, and the grand finale cake of it all were packed into the refrigerated bakery van ready for transportation to the Martins' house, where preparations, if the texts and calls she had received from Sydney were anything to go by, were well underway. Despite Mat’s pleas to drive, Lina kept a firm hold of the keys until they were safely parked in their friends’ driveway. Grabbing her garment bag from its place hanging in the backseat, she walked up to the front door. Mat’s knuckles were knocking against the wooden door as Lina reached him up on the front step. His eyes were drawn to the bag in her hand, and he couldn’t help but bring up his curiosity.
“What’s with the change of attire?”
“As if I’m going to spend the rest of the day in clothing that’s covered in powdered sugar, flour and dried batter and dough. Plus, if I’m going to be around kids with surprisingly sticky hands, I’m going to start with a fresh slate.” Her words were light and humorous and before Mat could even attempt a response, the door opened and a hand was wrapped around Lina’s wrist, pulling her into the house quickly.
“Thank goodness you’re here, I need your help.” The blonde in front of her pulled her to the side before aggressively motioning to Mat who was still pulling his shoes off. He almost comically pointed to himself before looking behind him only to be physically pulled into their little huddle a second later, “There’s so much left to sort out and both Alice and Winnie want pancakes. Help Matty and I out?”
“Don’t think I’m your guy, I’mma just –“
“Of course we can help, go do what you need to do,” Lina responded, grabbing onto Mat’s arm before he walked away. Sydney gave her a smile and with a blown kiss, she was gone. Once her friend was out of view, Lina’s hand swung up to Mat’s shoulder, “Really?”
“What?” He was greeted simply with a shaken head as she slipped her own shoes off along with her jacket before she walked into the kitchen. Pouting at the lack of an answer, he followed her quickly “What?”
Mat watched as she made quick work of pulling out the necessary ingredients and equipment for the pancakes. Pulling up one of the bar stools, he settled into a routine that was very much a typical evening for them. Since he frequented the store so much, Lina had decided that for all the real estate he was taking away from her other customers, he had to give something back and that was how he became her official taste tester. Once, every other month they’d get together and along with a constantly refilled glass of wine (courtesy of Mat), she’d bake all her experimental recipes and flavour pairings on him. It was one of the things that she loved about him. She loved simply baking with no pressure of it being commercially viable and nothing is better than baking for someone who is more than happy to consume. Even if it means she has to put up with the constant whining about how her goods are going to make a certain someone work harder at the gym.
The two worked in a comfortable quiet, Mat had put music on the Alexa quiet enough not to disturb anything happening in the other parts of the house. Mat was picking at the tester pancake before he hopped off the stool and made his way over to the cupboard and pulled out the Nutella and a spoon, before settling himself beside the baker who was humming along to the music.
“What happened to all that ‘I’m a disciplined athlete’ talk?”
“I’m just a man and you’re out here teasing me with all those amazing treats you made me decorate and now you expect me to not have at least one spoonful of chocolatey goodness?” Forcefully scooping up a spoonful of said spread, her pointed it in her direction for a moment before shoving it in his mouth, “You have too much faith in me.”
“Oh, now that is pushing it,” She said flipping one of the pastries onto a plate before turning to face him as she poured more batter on the hot plate, “Would you please just cut some strawberries and stuff?”
Although it wasn’t without complaints, sure enough, they were working side by side. Lina flipping pancakes and Matt cutting strawberries into quarters as they quietly spoke about their weeks, catching each other up on their respective TV shows.
“You know this is what I miss the most.” Lina hummed in question at his statement, only slightly inclining her head in his direction, “I miss just having someone to talk to. To exist with. To be with.”
Silence flooded through the pair as her head turned towards him as he continued chopping the fruit, a bittersweet smile on his face. She took a deep breath as she felt a wave of emotion flood through her as his words processed in her head. Her hand was on the dial, turning the heat off and placing the spatula down. Her words came out as an unsteady breath as she turned fully towards him. “Oh Mat…”
“I know I’ve already talked you to death about … that situation but –“ Mat lowered the knife but still made no effort to look in her direction and shook his head slightly before huffing out a quiet laugh, “It’s not just that you didn’t treat me like I could break but the time we spent together, the conversations we had. It almost felt like having someone again. Except this time, it was in the shape of friend – someone I can’t lose. Until I kept getting to know how wonderful you are.”
The words to comfort the man in front of her were proving difficult to come by so Lina simply stepped towards him and did the only thing she could think of, wrapped her arms around him. With one arm around his back and the other holding onto his arm, she laid her head on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve done the whole break up thing before I don’t know why this time it was difficult. I guess I got too comfortable with the wrong person, I don’t know but I know it was wrong now. I knew it was wrong the moment I had coffee with you for the first time because you made me feel more heard and all you were doing was entertaining a customer who wouldn’t leave your store.” She couldn’t help the laugh that left her, giving him a whole-body nudge and shaking her head as it pressed against his bicep muttering a soft ‘not true’.
Lina felt Mat’s head move to look towards her, moving her own to look up at him but keeping him in her soft hug. She would never admit it to him, considering the subconscious promise she made to herself upon finding out he was still working through his breakup. Their eyes met and he couldn’t help the smile that floated onto his lips until a little embarrassment covered his face, “Sydney didn’t tell me to come and collect Win’s treats, I just hoped if I turned up, I wouldn’t have to share your attention with your customers.”
“I’ve told you before Mathew you never have to be jealous of customers taking me away from you. I’ll always be there for you,” She muttered, pulling away before turning him until they were chest to chest, “I know we joke but I truly will always be there for you. Maybe covered in icing but always there.”
“And I you,” At his words, she wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a proper hug.
Inhaling deeply, she felt him do the same as his arms wrapped firmly around her trapping her between them, not that she was complaining. Her mind rushed through the past couple weeks of her life since meeting the man and she couldn’t believe just how close and open she had got with him. There were people she’d met during culinary school and knew for 4 years and worked with in Boston for 3 years who didn’t know as much about who she was outside of the kitchen as Mat did, and she’d barely known him for a couple months.
He had an interest in getting to know her and just wanted to sit and speak with her, whether or not he had his own ulterior motives for appreciating her company, they bonded. They spent a lot of time together doing nothing more than talking in their own little world. Lina would go as far as to say that she knew him and not just superficially but at a much deeper level and she could entirely feel what he was saying about how being with her feels because she felt the exact same way. Releasing him from her hold, she was suspended on her toes as Mat took a little longer to pull his arms away. She laughed softly, keeping her hands perched on his shoulders as she looked up at him with a soft and gentle smile.
“You bring me peace too,” She whispered, letting out a breath as she steeled herself to admit her truth to him, something that she’d become very comfortable with so what did she have to lose this time, “I love being your someone, because you’re my someone.”
If Mat was smiling before, the smile that took over her face at her words was rivalling the sun. A deep sigh left his mouth, and it was almost like all the tension that had filled his body since he started speaking had been loosened instantly. His shoulder dropped as the tension fell away and his hands found hers up on his shoulders, holding them tight between them. He went to speak but a shout of ‘LiLi’ filled both of their ears from the living room. Touching his forehead against hers, they both laughed gently as the shouts got closer and more frequently. Pushing back up on her toes, Lina pressed a firm kiss to his cheek before pulling away. Giving him one last peck on the cheek before she properly pulled away.
“Later?” He simply smiled at her question as the sound of small footfalls got closer.
“Later.”
#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal fanfiction#mat barzal fic#mat barzal x oc#( m writing. )#the winter fic exchange 2k24#( I think I saved my graphic funny because I've been fighting with the quality for like half an hour )#( sorry this is late bre :( but I hope you enjoy it )#( this was both a challenge to write but I've been meaning to write mat again for literally years so thanks for the change bre and demi )#( this was supposed to be posted earlier but my dad just flew back home from attending my nana’s funeral so i spent the day with him oops )
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ARARRARAR hello :D this is my very first time requesting anything to literally anyone so please forgive me for any misunderstandings <//3.
But first!!! I just wanted to say that I've seen your works and I think your writing style is sooo cool! :3 I like your writing style a lot!!!!<3 you seem a bit underated from what I see and I think you need more recognition!!!
Anyway, my request! So I'm wondering if it's alright to request some sleeping together headcanons (like, literal sleeping, no sex or anything D:) with Tecchou, Sigma, and anyone else you wanna add if you want to! Gender neutral reader please :D.
Sorry for bothering you! Feel free to ignore this request if you do not seem to feel so inclined of writing this one<3 But if you do, please be sure to take your time and no need for rush :D! Make sure to care for yourself and don't overwork yourself! You matter a lot and I appreciate you for even the little things you do, dear<3!
-Lots of love, [anonymous]<3.
Oh my god- thank you!! I really appreciate all the love and support, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and please enjoy these special head-cannons just for you! <3 (Anonymous plz marry me- were long lost soulmates/j) (≧◡≦)
(Slight sex joke on Nikolai’s- im sorry.) ♡
✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮
When Night Falls
Ft. Sigma, Tecchou, Nikolai, Ranpo
✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮
Sigma
I am not biased i swear- BUT LIKE SIGMA IS THE BEST ONE TO SLEEP WITH.
To be completely honest, the first time you two shared a bed he was a bit nervous to do so.
When you first cuddled close to Sigma he felt surprised but his instincts quickly kicked in and he wrapped his arms around you as well.
He felt at ease when you two first embraced each other, he felt safe… he felt at home.
As he is the manager of the sky casino, he tends to stay up really late…up until the early hours of the morning; usually around 3am, you sense someone slowly crawl into bed next to you, carefully slipping under the covers, you feel soft slender hands wrap around your body with a soft tired sigh as he attempts to not wake you up.
On most nights, you’d find yourself entangled in sigmas arms, your leg comfortably laid over his as sigma’s soft unconscious head rests on your chest.
Your body warmth combined with his makes for the perfect cozy blanket to protect yourself from the often cold temperatures of the grand sky casino.
Unfortunately, as much as his hair is long and luscious, it does tend to tickle your face or you accidentally lay on it.
(You once woke up with some of his hair in your mouth-).
So to avoid this issue, he tends to sleep with a bun or just a small braid, for your sake.
“How does my bun look?”
“It looks good! But Sigma, are you sure it doesn’t hurt keeping your hair tied up when you sleep?”
“No not really, plus it’s either this or you accidentally eat my hair while we sleep”
“…Touché-“
Tecchou
Let me start off by saying- Tecchou is so quiet and still when he sleeps, i kid you not he does not move an inch like- sir are you alive?.
(If you ask him why he’s always so still and quiet, he’ll respond with “Being able to stay still and quiet even during slumber is good for training to stay quiet when enemies attack, keeping inner peace is a maj-“ *Proceeds to rant*).
Tecchou isn’t overly clingy, he wants to respect your boundaries and tends to give you your own space.
But of course, he would never deny you cuddles if you do so kindly ask.
He doesn’t have a preference per say when it comes to cuddling or holding each other; he can be the one cuddling or the one being cuddled, really doesn’t mind either.
Tecchou will softly wrap his toned arms around your body, his hands are rough from all of his sword training and battles but he makes sure to move his hands with a gentle pace as he soothes your back.
If he is big spooning you, he has a habit of nuzzling his face into your shoulder, you can feel his warm and soft breath against your skin.
He also likes to be held by you, he finds peace and warmth in your arms after a long stressful day at work.
Surprisingly he doesn’t snore at all, his breaths are always soft and quiet.
Every night before bed, Tecchou drinks this sort of strong tea that he mixes with some spices, every night is a new mix.
(May god forbid he offers you some-)
“Tecchou…uhm, why are you drinking green tea mixed with coffee…”
“It helps build a stronger immune system.”
“Oh…interesting..-“
“Would you like to try some?”
“No thank you.”
Nikolai
Sleeping with Nikolai is Definitely an-…Experience-
I kid you not don’t even be surprised if you wake up on the floor with NIkolai spread out like a starfish on the bed, snoring like a jolly green giant as a snot bubble grows and shrinks as he drools.
Definitely starts random pillow fights in the middle of the night.
All jokes aside, Nikolai is definitely big on cuddles, he mostly big spoons but enjoys being the little spoon as well.
A cuddling position he really enjoys is when you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket as he sleeps comfortably.
Nikolai just likes being able to hold you or be held by you, he doesn’t mind as long as you two are close.
When he’s unable to sleep, he tends to play with your hair and sometimes makes little braids and such.
He radiates heat like a dang heater…like- your body gets so warm to the point it sometimes gets uncomfortable.
It doesn’t help that he sleeps with many covers and blankets.
If you try to move away, Nikolai will whine and pout like a 5 year old.
“Nikolai, IT IS TOO DARN HOT FOR YOU TO BE CUDDLING ME LIKE THIS- PLUS THESE DUMBASS BLANKETS YOU GOT FROM COSTCO”
“THEY WERE BUY 2 GET 1 FREE! NOW QUIT MOVING AND LET ME CUDDLE YOU! I WONT LET SOME HEAT STOP US! THIS IS FOR FREEDOM! FREEDOM!”
“Im gonna get a heat stroke.”
“How about you stroke this d-“ *Gets hit with a pillow*
Ranpo
Sleeping with Ranpo can really go two ways, “Messy/ takes up the whole bed” or “Peaceful cuddle session”.
For example; on some nights, it starts off with you two peacefully holding eachother.
Yet by the next morning, your head would be half off the bed as Ranpo’s head rests on his own pillow, his leg would be over your stomach as loud snores fill the room.
All the pillows, except for Ranpo’s, are on the floor while the covers half cover your sleeping body and favor Ranpo’s.
(He will literally fight you for the blankets- definitely bit you once).
But on some nights (usually nights where Ranpo solved a case), it can be more peaceful and loving.
Ranpo curls up in a small ball as you two lay in bed, he clings on to your side like a small Koala.
You play with his hair as he starts to drift off to sleep, you softly praise him for his hard work that day and how good of a job he did.
He falls asleep with a small smile decorating his face.
If you bring up his clinginess the next morning he will act so offended and say it’s absurd and just deny deny deny.
“You looked so adorable clinging on to me as you fell asleep last night, Ranpo…”
“HUH?!- I WOULD NEVER THATS-“
“Don’t deny it Ranpo…we both know it happened”
“PFFT- Of course not, why would I, the world’s greatest detective cling on to someone as lowly as you”
“…You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.“
✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮
Love these pooksters with all my heart
But I definitely have clear favorites- *Cough* Sigma *Cough*
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed these head-cannons, and as always feel free to request anything you’d like to see!
And as always, Love y’all! <3
#bsd sigma#sigma x reader#bsd tecchou#tecchou x reader#bsd nikolai gogol#bsd nikolai#nikolai x reader#bsd ranpo#ranpo x reader#bsd x reader#bsd headcanons#bsd#headcanon#anime#sleeping
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DAY 03 | A STATE OF MIND
PAIRING: bang chan x reader
GENRE: angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff
WC: 1.76k
CW: (not only) appearance insecuritues (chan), mentions of hate comments, implied panic attack/mental breakdown (chan), there's crying, and lot of kisses, y/n used like once, chan gets called baby
PROMPT: you're beatiful - the rose
well, the angst is here. trust me to take a cute song and turn it into this lol. i promise it gets better as we go, and i don't really go into much detail, but still mind the cw. i still hope you enjoy <3
title from you're beatiful - the rose
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You knocked on the door to the 3RACHA + Hyunjin dorm. Tapping your foot against the ground, you waited for one of the boys to let you in. “Come on, guys, come on,” you murmured, growing more and more impatient with every second that passed. This truly was the worst time to forget your keys at home. But you were in such a hurry to get here that the thought of bringing anything but the absolute essentials, such as your phone or the keys to your own apartment, hadn't crossed your mind until you were halfway to the dorm.
When Changbin called you twenty minutes ago, begging you to come over, you weren’t thinking straight. As soon as Chan's name was mentioned, you grabbed your stuff and ran out the door. Poor Changbin didn't even get to finish what was so urgent, but that didn't matter. You will find out when you go there. What mattered was the fact that something was going on with Chan, and you were too far away from him. So there you were, in the hallway of the Stray Kids’ apartment complex, standing in front of the door like an idiot. Just as you were starting to entertain the thought of busting the door down, the doorknob moved and revealed Minho in a similarly distressed state as you. His hair was messy, his hoodie rumpled, and there were a few faint damp patches around his chest and shoulders.
“Thank god you're here.” Minho let out a sigh of relief, ushering you to come inside and towards Chan's room, not even pointing out the fact that you didn't take off your shoes. Oh, so this was really serious then. Minho was very particular about these sorts of things, so the fact that he now completely ignored one of his precious house rules spoke volumes on its own. Walking through the apartment, you noticed the rest of the members sitting or standing around, looking similarly uneasy. Hyunjin and Jisung paused their murmured conversation with Changbin to give you a small wave as a greeting, which you returned. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungmin comforting a crying Jeongin, but before you could inspect the scene further, you were dragged away by Minho. “Yongbok is with him right now, but he keeps asking for you,” the dancer said, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and gently nudging you towards the closed door.
“Um… Do you mind telling me what exactly happened? I kind of rushed here before Changbin got the chance to explain.” You ran your hand through your hair, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
Minho didn't make a big deal out of it. “It's been a hard few weeks for him. And you know how he is, he never tells us anything and keeps it bottled up. I don't know what set it off, but with the deadlines closing in three days and the haters getting more active lately, I guess it got too much. He broke down about an hour ago, and we don't know what to do,” he explained with the same sad and worried tone he greeted you with. You nodded, and Minho carefully opened the door.
Felix raised his head to the noise, and his eyes sparked up when he saw you. Though it wasn't the usual spark in his eyes, this time it was much more bittersweet. I'm glad you're here, and I'm sorry I can't help more. “Chris, Y/N is here,” Felix whispered in English, gently running his fingers through Chan's hair to make him acknowledge the information.
Watching the whole scene unfold in front of you, you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. The two boys were sitting on the bed, Chan cuddled up to Felix. At least he wasn't crying anymore, so that was already a step in a better direction. He still had his face buried in the younger one's chest, though. One of Felix's arms was steadily wrapped around Chan, while the other was now massaging his scalp. Chan looked so small and vulnerable, curled up into a ball like that. You had to fight every urge to run over there, pry him out of Felix's arms, and never let go again. But you knew you had to approach carefully.
Kneeling down next to the bed, you gently ran your hand around Chan's back, letting him know you're here. "Baby," you whispered. “Baby, it's me. Can you look at me, please?’ you said, getting up on the bed as well. Felix gave you a weak smile, and slowly, with so much care, he disentangled himself from Chan, who immediately latched onto you, grabbing you with a force you didn't think he was capable of right now. You didn't even notice Felix and Minho leaving the room; all your attention was focused on your boyfriend the moment you saw him.
“Want to tell me what happened?” you gently asked, hugging Chan tighter when he shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to just hold you for a while. You nodded with a sad smile. “Of course.” He'll tell you later, if he wants to. For now, you would just hold him, knowing that just your presence helped him. He said many times in the past that just being close to you always made him feel better. But now that saying has reached a completely new, heartbreaking level. You watched Chan get comfortable with a stinging pain in your chest. It hurt to see him like this, clinging to you like he's drowning and you're the only thing keeping him above the water.
For a while, you just stayed, intertwined with one another. For the whole time, your fingers gently brushed through Chan's soft curls because you knew it always helped to ground him. As the minutes passed, you felt how Chan's breathing slowly steadied, and he was coming out of his current state.
Feeling him move, you smiled and helped him into a more sitting position, but you still kept your firm hold on him. Reaching over for the bottles of water Minho brought in some time ago, you handed one to Chan. “Feeling better, baby?”
He took the bottle and opened it, bringing it to his lips. He set it back down and nodded in response to your question. “I'm sorry… Don't know what…” he mumbled. “The deadlines and comments... It was too much.”
“Shh, it's okay.” You began stroking his hair again. “They're wrong. Whatever they said to you, they're wrong.”
Chan looked at you. His eyes, always so sparkly and happy, were now heavy with sadness. “They said that I'm not a good leader. That I don't deserve to be an idol because I'm ugly with no talent,” he whispered.
You felt a burst of anger inside you. “Channie,” you said, more insistent this time. One of your hands came to rest on his jaw, your thumb gently caressing his cheek, while the other interlocked your fingers with his, holding his hand tightly. “They're wrong. You're a great leader. No one loves the boys more than you, and we both know you'll do anything for them. You take care of them, of me, of other artists in your company. You protect them when it's needed, and you help them grow and achieve their own success outside of the group. Are those the qualities of a bad leader?”
Chan shook his head slightly.
“Exactly. You are the best leader they could ever ask for.” You smiled at him, hoping to convey how much you loved and appreciated him with that one smile. And it might have worked. His face lit up a tiny bit. Blink and you would have missed it, but at this point in your relationship, you were so accustomed to Chan that you sometimes felt like you could read his mind.
“And I don't know who said that other thing, but they need their eyes checked,” you continued. “You are beautiful, Chan, inside and out. From your adorable curly hair..." You reached to kiss the top of his head. “Over your eyes, your nose, your entire face, to your lips.” After every feature, you placed a kiss on that spot, and your heart swelled with happiness when you heard soft giggles coming out of Chan at the fact that he was being showered with kisses all over his face. “And even if the haters don't think that, who cares? Their opinion doesn’t matter. Beauty is much more than looks. It's the personality as well. You have thousands of fans ready to tell you the same because it's true, but you need to believe it yourself. Please try, for me?”
You leaned in to press a final kiss on Chan's lips. When you pulled away, you noticed tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “Oh god no,” you murmured. This was the last thing you wanted to happen. Just as you thought he was getting better, you made him cry again.
“Happy tears. It's happy tears,” Chan quickly said, noticing you getting into your head. “It's okay, you didn't do anything,” he assured you, a small smile creeping up on his face.
“I should be the one telling you that,” you chuckled, cupping his face in your hands and wiping the tears away.
“Can't have you steal all the spotlight, can I?"
That did get a full laugh out of you. A joke. That meant Chan was coming back. “I'm glad you're feeling better,” you said, your voice sweet and sincere.
“Thank you. For being here and... and helping. I promise I'll try for you,” Chan said, and you lit up at his words. It was going to be a long and difficult road, for sure, but this was already a huge step in the right direction. Then he yawned and snuggled up closer to you. You stroked his back a few times. It was understandable. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “I'll go tell the boys you're okay, and then I'll come back so we can sleep, okay?”
You got a murmured okay in response. Smiling, you gently laid Chan down on the bed and gave him a last kiss into his hair before walking towards the door. When you looked over your shoulder before exiting the room, he was curled to himself just like before, but this time his breathing was slow and steady, his face calm, as his body was finally ready to let go and relax.
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you've been sent to save me - N. MacKinnon
Summary: what’s meant to be will always find a way.
Rachel Summers can’t stand Nathan MacKinnon. But when a mutual friend’s wedding pulls them together, will anything change?
Words: 3.4k
Warnings: some angst, some bad language
A/N: Here is my fic for @fallinallincurls birthday bingo! I chose wedding season/dates, forced proximity, meddling best friend, and invisible string theory. This was a lot of fun to write (and I can't believe I've never written a full fic for Nate before!), so I hope you enjoy it Bre! Sorry it's a bit late!
Title from always been you, by Shawn Mendes.
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Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate.
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June 2023
“There’s just one more thing.”
“Oh?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nate’s going to be a groomsman.”
Rachel immediately groaned, tilting her head backwards. A little dramatic perhaps but for Nathan MacKinnon? It was justified. She’d been over the moon when her childhood friend had asked her to be a bridesmaid for her wedding next summer, but now knowing that Nathan was going to be in the wedding party too?
“It’s bad enough that I can’t avoid that grumpy smirky fucker whenever he’s back for the summer, but now I can’t even avoid him for the happiest day of your life?”
“It really will be the happiest day of my life, won’t it?” she sighed happily.
“Angie, focus,” Rachel snapped, unable to stop herself from huffing out a laugh. She wanted to stay mad at her friend, but it was hard with the dreamy look on her face.
Angela just giggled. “Look, Brad has been friends with him for years, you know that. And I can’t change that – I’m sure it’ll be fine?”
“Angie!” Rachel whined.
She just laughed harder. “Rach, I will make sure he won’t act like an ass. I promise!”
“I’ll believe that the day I see it.”
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June 2024
It was finally time for Angela’s wedding. After a full year of planning – helping choose the bridesmaid dresses, the hair and make-up trials, the hen do itself, spending her weekends making table decorations – the fateful weekend had finally arrived. Rachel had been given the option to travel up a couple of days early ahead of the wedding ceremony on the Saturday, so she’d eagerly booked the time off work, and was travelling to Inverary Resort bright and early on the Thursday morning. Rachel was ready to settle in and relax with the rest of the bridal party, all friends over the years from Cole Harbour, to celebrate one of her oldest friends marrying the love of her life.
What could possibly go wrong?
After 3 and a half hours of driving, Rachel was ready to kick her shoes off and pick up a cocktail, and as she spotted Angela running happily out of the main building towards her as she parked her car, she found a smile spreading across her face. This weekend was going to be amazing, she just knew it.
“You made it! How was the journey? We got in a few hours ago and it was fine for us – was it still okay for you?”
Rachel just grinned at her friend’s happy rambling, throwing her shoulder-length dark waves up into a basic ponytail before grabbing her bags out of her backseat. Thankfully the transportation of the bridesmaid dresses – a gorgeous olive green that suited Rachel’s dark hair and tanned skin perfectly - were taken care of by Angela’s mom so she hadn’t had to worry about creasing that.
The two of them caught up as Angela walked her through the main lobby of the resort, picking up Rachel’s room key as well as a glass of complimentary prosecco. Rachel tried not to get too wide-eyed over the beauty of the venue, but it was hard not to gawp. The views alone were amazing, and she wasn’t even on the water’s edge yet. From what she understood, for the accommodation on site there was a main lodge with the majority of rooms, as well as whole bunch of individual cottages. Rachel had chosen to stay in the main lodge, as a single guest, so at least she didn’t have to walk far with her luggage.
“Alright, here you are. There are a few other guests already here so get settled and then come downstairs to meet us for drinks. It’s just a chilled day today, touring the grounds and relaxing really, with a dinner tonight at the Lakeside restaurant,” Angela explained, “I’ll see you soon?”
“You got it,” Rachel grinned.
Angela’s enthusiasm was infectious at the very least, and Rachel could feel herself buzzing as she unpacked her bags. She couldn’t wait explore the grounds of the resort – and she was more than ready for the spa morning tomorrow in the Glasgow house cottage that Rachel had set up for the bride’s party – but first, drinks.
After freshening up with a spritz of perfume and a swipe of lipgloss, Rachel left her room, phone and room key in hand.
“Look what the cat dragged in.”
No fucking way.
Rachel turned her head to see the last person she wanted to see standing two doors down from her with a suitcase at his side. He must’ve just arrived. It was just her luck that his room was so close to hers – Angela had better not had a hand in that – as always during the summers when he was home, it was like she couldn’t escape him. Nathan MacKinnon was everywhere.
“Look what the cat coughed up,” Rachel shot back, fake smile at full capacity.
Nate just snorted, rolling his eyes. “Aww don’t front, Rach, you know you missed me.”
“Like a thorn in my foot,” she said dryly, “And don’t call me Rach.”
Rach was for friends only. And Nate was no friend.
Nate held his hands up in surrender with a snicker, finally unlocking his room door.
“If you find yourself lonely in the middle of the night, you know where to find me,” Nate smirked.
“Eurgh, in your dreams,” she grimaced.
“Yes, frequently.”
No. Just no. The audacity.
Rachel gagged dramatically, hamming up the noises, and to her surprise Nate burst out into laughter, leaning against the doorframe as his face scrunched. That had to be the first time he’d laughed so genuinely with just her. She hated the way it made her stomach fill with butterflies.
“Oh man, I needed that,” Nate grinned, still chuckling, “I’ll see you down at the lounge bar?”
More bewildered than anything else, Rachel just nodded. “Yeah, see you.”
What the hell was that?
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Angela’s plans for the spa morning on the Friday couldn’t have been more perfect, if for nothing else than to clear Rachel’s mind. Over the space of 4 hours, Rachel (plus the other three bridesmaids, Angela, Angela’s mom, and Angela’s soon-to-be mother-in-law) got a manicure, pedicure, and a facial, on top of full use of the sauna and pool. It was exactly what Rachel needed to wind down from her work week (and the weirdness with Nate yesterday) and relax ahead of the big wedding day tomorrow. By the happy glow on the bridal party’s faces, everyone else agreed.
After a light lunch, the full wedding party met up in the main lodge, ready for a rehearsal. Angela and Brad had wanted a full walkthrough of the running order, timings, and placements of the day, just so they were prepared, which Rachel wasn’t going to complain about in the slightest. It could never hurt to be ready.
Not even Nate’s irritating grin as he stood next to her, continuously nudging her with his shoulder, could ruin her peace.
“So, in terms of who will be walking who down the aisle, we’ve paired the groomsmen and bridesmaids up already.”
As the four pairings were called out, Rachel’s stomach sank. She was walking down the aisle with Nathan MacKinnon. Of course she was. So much for peace. This had Angela written all over it, the meddling wench.
“Rach, I-”
“Don’t even say a word to me right now, you giant potato,” Rachel hissed under her voice.
Nate choked out a laugh, leaving Rachel to make her face blank and calmly walk towards the other bridesmaids. Angela’s expression was all but begging her not to cause a scene. Like she would cause something as inelegant as a scene. No, she would wait until there was a moment to pull Angela aside because what the hell was she thinking?
“What the fuck, Angie?”
“Hi Angie, you look incredible Angie, thanks for planning everything ahead of your wedding tomorrow Angie.”
Rachel pursed her lips, hands on hips, but Angie just shrugged, an amused smile on her face. The two of them were in a little alcove in the main lodge, completely hidden from view even though everyone had gone their separate ways, so Rachel didn’t bother to hide her displeasure in her body language.
“I don’t know what you want me to say? The two of you are paired together to walk for all of two minutes. You can handle it,” Angie mused.
“Why him? You could’ve paired me with literally anyone else,” Rachel groaned.
“True, I could’ve, but it’s done now. Besides the two of you could use a little time to be friendly. Or, you know. Friendly.”
Bleurgh. Absolutely not.
“You are the worst and I don’t know why we’re friends,” Rachel grimaced.
“At this point, Stockholm Syndrome?” Angela beamed.
Rachel couldn’t help but to crack a grin, Angela just giggling at her victory.
“It’s two minutes, you will survive it. The two of you will look good together at least...”
What?
They were complete opposites – Nate was blonde, blue eyed, beefy and pale. Rachel was dark-haired, dark-eyed, slim and tan.
What?
“…and Nate’s obsessed with you anyway.”
“Ew, no, he’s not obsessed with me,” Rachel said, sneering slightly.
“No? With everyone else, he’s awkward and dorky. But with you, he’s laser focused. I wonder why,” she said, finishing with an innocent smile.
“Oh gee lucky me! I don’t know, because he’s an ass?” Rachel scowled.
“No, because Nathan MacKinnon’s flirting never matured past pulling pigtails on the school playground,” Angela shot back.
What?
“He’s not flirting,” Rachel scoffed.
Angela paused for a second, gazing over Rachel as if she was trying to figure something out, before she laughed incredulously. “Oh my God, Brad’s going to lose his mind when I tell him. You really can’t see it, can you?”
“See what?”
Rachel didn’t know what her face was doing to reflect her defensive words, but Angela held her hands up in surrender.
“Just take a step back and look at everything. He wants your attention solely on him and this is the only way that’s been successful in catching it. For twenty years – and you know it. Watch him with other people. Watch him with other women. He’s flirting with you, Rach. Just think about it.”
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Watch him with other people.
Watch him with other women.
He’s flirting with you, Rach.
Just think about it.
Angela’s words swirled around Rachel’s head all through the rest of the day, and it was all she could do to follow her friend’s advice. She watched Nate, all through dinner and the drinks afterwards. She watched how Nate was beaming and friendly with Brad and their Cole Harbour buddies. She watched how Nate was bland and polite with women that flirted with him at the bar. She watched how Nate watched her when men approached her, always catching him looking at her, eyes intense and hot. Why did Angela have to put those seeds of doubt in her head? Why did she have to do it now, the night before the wedding, when there was so much else to think about?
Why did she have to be right?
Nate was so different with her than anyone else, even people they’d known all their lives, and it was completely turning everything she’d ever thought about him on its head. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t need this, not right now. It wasn’t fair.
The wedding day came with no further clarification for her thoughts, her head in full turmoil, and it took all of Rachel’s concentration and willpower to focus on being the best bridesmaid she could be. Angela wasn’t even aware of the way she’d swept the rug out from underneath Rachel’s feet, which was probably for the best if she was being honest, so Rachel just let herself get swept up in the excitement of all the bridal party getting ready together, hair and make-up and dresses and happy tears, all of them looking gorgeous by the end of it – Angela most of all.
As the time came for them to walk down the aisle, Rachel’s nerves were in tatters.
“Rachel Summers, damn. You clean up well,” Nate murmured.
She ignored the shiver his words sent down her spine.
“Bite me MacKinnon.”
He immediately raised an eyebrow, eyes assessing her.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, frowning.
Of course he noticed. Of course.
“Peachy,” she said through gritted teeth, plastering a smile on her face.
“I can tell you’re lying.”
“Gold star for you.”
It felt like an automatic defence to slip into their usual banter, Nate just huffed out a laugh, smirking slightly, all of it serving only to make her feel unsteady. How the hell had she missed this for so long? How easy their connection was? How his bitching was actually…flirting?
“Alright princess, let’s go celebrate our friends,” he mused.
As Nate stuck out his elbow, Rachel inhaled shakily but didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into the crook of his arm. Even through the jacket, she could feel the warmth of his body, the thickness of his bicep, and all she could do was try to keep a straight face, to not let anyone see how the simple touch was making her head spin. What the fuck was happening to her?
They walked in silence, in perfection symmetry, Nate sending her a small smile as they separated at the altar, and it wasn’t until the wedding march music started, signalling Angela’s imminent arrival, that she realised she was lost in thought. She needed to pull herself together, and quickly.
Rachel locked her eyes on Angela and Brad all through the ceremony, letting their happy smiles and obvious love for each other fill her mind, a smile of her own easy on her face. This was Angela’s day, that’s all she had to focus on. That’s all she needed. Still, in the drinks reception and through the sit-down meal, Rachel found her eyes drawn back to Nate, the two of them seated at the same table (of course, albeit not next to each other so her gaze was able to float over him without looking too obvious.
Just as the night before, the way he smiled at other guests versus how he smiled at her was completely different, and she was just glad for the prosecco nearby. She was going to need it to get through this night, she knew that much. As the speeches went on and the food was served, she felt herself getting more and more overwhelmed, feeling more and more stupid for how much Angela’s revelations were affecting her. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? It’s not like it was going to change anything, right? She’d get through the wedding reception and go back home tomorrow morning and avoid Nate until he left for Colorado next month. It was totally doable. It was a great plan. It was-
“And now, please join us on the dance floor for the bride and groom’s first dance!”
Fuck.
Rachel moved on autopilot, standing to the side of the semi-circle of guests as Angela and Brad walked into the middle of the floor. Just as the music started, she felt a familiar body moving to stand next to her, and she wasn’t able to hold back the shaky breath escaping her mouth, the softest whimper only audible to him.
“What’s wrong?”
You're the light, you're the night,
You're the colour of my blood,
You're the cure, you're the pain,
You're the only thing I wanna touch,
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.
“Hey, Rachel, are you okay?”
You're the fear, I don't care,
'Cause I've never been so high,
Follow me to the dark,
Let me take you past our satellites,
You can see the world you brought to life, to life.
“Rach. Rachel. Seriously, you’re worrying me.”
So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
She was worrying him? Rachel glanced up at Nate as Ellie Goulding’s voice continued to fill the barn, and the soft look in his eyes just about broke her. It was all she could do to inhale sharply and shake her head.
“No, I’m not okay. I need to get some air. I need to get out of here.”
Nate’s soft expression immediately turned serious, eyes more intense than she’d ever seen, sending a bolt of electricity through her blood. “Can you make it through the dance? It’s fine if you can’t, I can get you out.”
What?
“I…I can wait,” she managed to choke out.
Nate looked at her for a couple of seconds before nodding, arm moving to gently rest behind her as if some kind of fail safe, and it was all Rachel could do to focus on keeping her breathing steady, eyes stinging with tears as she locked her gaze on her friends as they twirled around the floor. But in reality she was barely taking anything in, other than the heat of his body protecting her. Because that’s what it was – he was protecting her. She knew she was a hair away from having a full-on breakdown, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention away from the happy couple. The last thing. It was only that thought that kept her together until the music ended, and the moment everyone burst into applause, Nate was whisking her outside, somehow neither of them being stopped by other guests for polite chitchat.
Small mercies.
When they were in a secluded grassy nook, Nate turned around to face her.
“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
How could he even ask that?
“Am I okay? Of course I’m not okay!”
He held his hands up in soft surrender. “What’s wrong?” Nathe frowned.
“You! You’re what’s wrong!”
His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything to earn that.”
Rachel just groaned, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes briefly. He hadn’t done anything to earn it? He’d done everything to earn it!
In the 20 years they’d known each other, all she’d ever ‘known’ of him is the way he always poked at her, always the first to draw attention to her doing something stupid, untying the bows in her hair, jostling her in the school hallways. As they’d grown up he hadn’t really changed, even when he spent more time away for hockey. He still made fun of her choices in boyfriends, in clothes, in music, even being as dumb as to take the last beer at summer parties or the burger she’d been waiting for or laughing at her not being able to walk in a straight line when she was drunk.
But never anything cruel. Just stupid attention grabbing things that absolutely got her focusing only on him and no-one else, just like Angela said. Stupid irritating Nathan MacKinnon, and all of his stupid ideas, and stupid inability to actually talk like a human being.
It wasn’t until Nate started laughing that she realised she’d been ranting out loud, blurting out all of her angry thoughts to him, and it was all she could do to let out a frustrated bitten-off scream of frustration as he smirked that annoying smirk.
“You’re right, I don’t want your attention on anyone else. I never have, Rach, and I never will. If I’d known you hadn’t actually realised that, maybe I would’ve used my words. But where’s the fun in that?”
Oh that absolute ass.
Rachel let out another quiet shriek of frustration, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, Nate still laughing even as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.
Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate. And for Rachel Summers and Nathan MacKinnon, they were destined.
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THE PRICE OF PERFECTION l LH43
WHEN EMMA FALLS IN LOVE AU
summary: luke will always be there to pick up the pieces whenever emma needs him to.
pairing: luke hughes x emma baudelaire
author’s note: hi!! i’m back with some more emma and luke. this time i’m going into emma’s relationship with studying and academic validation. that one hits close to home. i wasn’t sure how to end it so i’m not a big fan of the ending. anyways, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. thank you for reading. hope you enjoy!!! <3333
Emma Baudelaire was perfect. She had to be. It was the only option, everything she does has to be irreproachable and flawless in every single conceivable way. Straight As, first place trophies, blue ribbons. Ace every test, outdo all the rest and don’t settle for second best. Live up to the family name. Protect the reputation. No mistake is allowed, excellence is expected and there's no room for mediocrity. Plan A is greatness and there’s no plan B. Failure is unacceptable. And in the Baudelaire family’s dictionary, it doesn’t even exist. But one person can only take so much until they break. And Luke Hughes knows this and is always there to pick up the pieces.
It’s the middle of the night when Luke wakes up. It takes a second for him to take in his surroundings, still getting used to Emma’s Manhattan penthouse. He reaches for the blonde girl, but she isn’t beside him as she should be. His eyes glance at the clock at the bedside table, 3:47 a.m. in red light staring back at him. The floor is cold when his feet hit the ground, making the well-known path. He walks softly, following the light towards the office the girl uses to study.
Luke opens the door, walking inside. Emma’s so focused on the words in front of her that she doesn’t even notice the boy behind her.
“Sunshine?” The american calls out, getting closer, “It’s almost 4 in the morning, Em.” He states, crouching down by her chair.
“It’s late, Lu. Go to bed, I just need to finish this.” The blonde girl answers, her accent accentuated by the tiredness.
Luke can see the sleep in her eyes, so he pulls her hand away from the keyboard, giving it a soft kiss.
“Can I convince you to come now?” He asks, still holding onto her hand.
His touch is gentle, and Emma’s own fingers play with his. She almost gives it up right there, but she can’t. It can be hard to separate how valuable your achievements are from how worthy of love you are when those concepts have been tied your entire life. To some, the line between the two is obvious. But it never was to Emma. She had to be the best to get the right to exist. The feeling of being truly worthy was addictive, and Emma was an addict.
But Emma’s also tired. Exhausted. Still, she ignores the sting in her eyes and the lump in her throat and shakes her head no. The monegasque doesn’t even look in Luke’s direction, refusing to see the disappointment in his eyes. But Luke sees how hard she’s fighting to keep herself awake.
“Baby, relax, come on, deep bre-”
“Luke,” she cuts him off, “I’ve always lived like this, it’s all I know. I’d break into pieces, Luke. I..If I relax now, I’ll fall apart.” Emma whispers like she’s telling him her greatest secret.
“Then fall apart. I’ll put you back together, sweet girl.”
Then, she breaks. Suddenly, she can’t hold the tears anymore. Luke gets up, pulling the girl into his chest, while he coos at her softly. As her knees began to buckle, Luke pulled her closer to him. Emma’s hands held onto his arms and she exhaled shakily, tears falling freely down her face.
“It’s okay, baby, everything will be fine.” Luke said softly, pressing his lips into her forehead gently.
After the crying dies down, he manages to take her back into bed, laying beside her.
“I’m sorry,” Emma croaks out, voice hoarse from the lack of use. “I know I’m difficult. I don’t mean to be so complicated to love. I swear.”
“Emma, I love you. All the mess and the fuss and the complicatedness of you. You’re loved and you’re worthy of love, even when you don’t feel like it. It’s all lovable.” Luke blurts out, almost desperately. “You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. All of you. And I love you, ok?” He says, holding her close. “Je t’aime” He whispers, very strong american accent but Emma’s heart is full with love.
“Je t’aime aussi, mon coeur.” She whispers back at him.
Slowly both of them drift to a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms, knowing as long as they have each other it’ll be alright.
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Summertime Sadness - Chapter 6
Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.
Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot. some Henry and Aubrey content for ya.
Chapter Warnings: more angst, teenage love yay, sex mention, yelling, crying duh
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A/N: here's chapter six, hope you’re enjoying. im so sorry for posting late, I had so many different ways I wanted to take it and my laptop was broken but im back now :0
Aubrey ran down to the kitchen for a popsicle and water. While her a cup was filing she noticed a post card from California with the address being her moms house.
She turned it over to see her moms hand waiting
Hello Aaron, this is Haley, of course we’ll be able to come out we both really miss the kids! I’m so happy for him I know retirement was coming soon. Calvin snd I will be there next week.
No…no, no, no!
Rossis’ retirement dinner, of course he wants them to come everybody loves Rossi.
She grabbed the water and popsicle, and headed to her room. She sat the popsicle to melt and the water next to her desk, Jack was sound asleep in her bed.
She pulled out her phone and texted Henry,
A: HJ, you up?
H: yeah, you good?
A: can I come over?
H: yeah windows open
Aubrey got dressed in leggings and a hoodie and a pair of house shoes she wore outside. She arrived at Henrys’ house, it was a ranch with a huge backyaard and the tallest ceiling Bre has ever seen. She walked over to Henry window and knocked, he opened it, “pull me you” she said doing grabby hands.
Henry pulled her up swiftly after a few tries and running start up the side of the house.
“You’re dad is probably going to kill you” Henry added after pulling her up,
“You’re mom is gonna kill you! You snuck a girl in.”
“Yeah but it’s you” he laughed, closing the window then looking at her with his bright blue eyes.
Aubrey walked around his room, he had lots over random drawings and stickers on his wall, of course posters of scary movies which they obsess over together.
“You kept the list up there” she said looking above at the only writing that’s on his wall.
“Uh yeah why wouldn’t I?” He asked in an almost serious tone, wondering why she thought he’d delete it.
The first summer after Calvin started abusing Aubrey she spent a lot of time with the Jareaus, it was her safe place. Her dad was constantly working and Jack was always at summer camp for basketball. Henry and Aubrey had grown up together and became best friends by default. Henry noticed the change in Aubrey and encouged her to make a list of things to try to feel better.
It wasn’t much but it was something, he hated to see her hurting even though she never opened up about what was hurting her.
Go swimming/ take bath and pretend it’s a pool
Scream into a pillow
Eat melted popcisles
Spend time with Henry
The list was fresh like he had just wrote it again, Henry came home the night of the dinner to rewrite-it knowing she was going to need it.
“I kept it in case you needed it”
She ran to hug him and he immediately hugged her back he felt light shakes and his shirt began to get wet. He didn’t say anything he just squeezed her tighter letting her know he’s there for her.
Henry was older than Aubrey by a few months, even though they were basically the same age. He just turned 17 and Aubrey isn’t to far behind. With her being the only girl and their parents being FBI agents they made sure to protect her. Even though Aubrey hated being smothered by Jack and Henry.
After slowly pulling away they both looked into each other eyes, it was comfortable, but they were both too shy to make a move. Henry finally broke the stare down, “Are you okay? Do I need to get my mom?” He said walking to his bed to sit down Aubrey plopping down beside him.
“Just got some bad news.” she picked at the sleeve of her hoodie,
“What happened? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, my mom and her stupid boyfriend coming to town for Rossis retirement party.”
“I take it you don’t like him?”
“Trust me it’s more than dislike, I just hate him for my own reasons”
“I’ll be there if you need to escape from him. You can always stay with me.” He looked her up and down and smiled. Aubrey figured you only live once so why not, she went in connecting her lips to his pulling in deeper when Henry didn’t push back. They two disconnected looking each other in the eye and smiling.
“Thanks Henry, you’re really sweet.” She snuggled into his side how she always has since they were young. They both smiled to themselves knowing they just shared their first kiss with each other. They both mistakenly fell asleep completely forgetting that Aubrey had to go back in a few hours.
Hours passed and they were both awoken by your voice, that was coming downstairs. Apparently Hotch had the Garcia tracking her phone and the team out looking for Bre.
“I’m not upset with her but her dad on the other hand.” You said to JJ causing both the women to laugh. This is bad Bre thought to herself while listening from Henry’s room.
“Why did you let me fall asleep?” She hit Henry in the chest as she quietly shut his room door.
“I didn’t think your dad would send out a search party when you’re literally here safe next to me.” he smiled,
“It’s not funny and he doesn’t know that” she said trying to appear serious frantically putting her shoes on. Both Aubrey and Henry creeped down the stairs just as Aaron was walking in.
Henry stepped on a creek causing everyone heads to snap towards them. You all looked at them with relief and amusement seeing the two teenagers.
“I’m so so sorry guys I completely forgot to tell you I was coming over here—-“
“We were worried SICK and you were over here with HENRY in his BED” Aaron said loudly, he was relieved to see her but so upset with her.
“Dad I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you and it’s not like that I swear!” Aubrey begged looking at her dad
“Are you two having sex? Because your father and I taught you to NOT sneak people into the house especially girls.” JJ turned to Henry, causing him to blush, Aubrey picking up on it and smirking.
“What? Ew. No mom I would never, we just talked all night I swear.” Henry pleased with his mother, he was never a troubled boy but he was still a teenager.
“We aren’t doing that and I just needed to talk to him we figured it wouldn’t be a big deal cause I was safe.” Aubrey looked at her dad, you and JJ.
“We just want you to tell us where you are especially if you aren’t coming home till the next day.” you said pulling Aubrey into your side and the girl returning it.
“Go to the car now.” Aaron said in a stern voice giving Henry the look, silently cursing him through his eyes, even though he loved him. “You, room, now.” JJ ordered Henry trying to be serious. “Bye, Henry” she waved sadly, he mouthed text me later causing Bre to smile. When the teens were out of sight you and JJ busted out in laughter.
“They are 100% going to get married on day.” you said teasing Aaron.
“Without a doubt, you know Bre use to call herself Ms.LaMongTang, she could never pronounce it right” Aaron laughed causing the two women to laugh. You said your goodbyes as you and Aaron walked out the door heading to the car.
The threesome arrived back at home getting ready for the rest of their day. Aaron headed upstairs to shower with Aubrey following behind until you stopped her.
“Bre?” You called causing the teenager to turn around,”yeah?” She said sweetly, “Is the reason you left last night because of this?”
You held up the post card from California, and her bottom lip began to tremble. She looked up the stairs to make sure her dad wasn’t in sight before she ran into your arms.
“Please don’t let him near me” she whispered in your ear, quietly crying. You rubbed her back giving her all the comfort you could.
“I think it’s time to tell your dad Aubrey” you encouraged her knowing this was the only way. Aaron had his suspicions of something when you and Aubrey became suspiciously close. He asked you multiple times if something was going on and you just chalked it up to girl problems.
“I’ll be right there with you Bre, but he has to know.”
“I don’t want him to see me … differently”
Your heart broke, “Your father loves you more than anything, he will always see you as his little girl.”
You hated that she was treating herself like thia. Like it was her fault this happened to her. Seeing Aubrey as a victim has been the harder at thing you’ve dealt with. You’ve worked with victims before but when it’s someone you live the pain is different.
“In a few days? I just need time to prepare.” She asked through her sniffles.
“Whenever you’re ready, this is your story” you encouraged her and she nodded with a smile similar to her fathers.
“Thank you so much Y/N” she said hugging you once lord then heading up the stairs. You broke down once the girl disappeared. You had been dealing with this alone since Bre told you. It was a lot and every time you seen her you wished you could take it all away.
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! Sorry for being a bit late with your secret Santa, I had a lot going on (I broke my foot lol)
Anyways, here it is! Hope you enjoy:
Legend cursed as the freezing wind assaulted his bare skin. Behind him, Hyrule trudged along, taking advantage of the path forged in the deep snow by Legend. They had been cut off from the chain when a portal had dropped them into the unforgiving wilderness. He doesn’t know whether he should be thankful or not that they knew it wasn’t Hebra. Their best guess before it all went to shit was they were in Twilight’s era in Snowpeak.
Thankfully, they should reach better climates if they keep heading downwards off the mountain. The problem though is that none of them had winter equipment apart from Wild and the snow blinded them to any potential threats. Speaking of, he could hear a howl in the wind.
“Best keep moving, Rulie.” He bit his lip to stop his teeth from chattering. He didn’t look behind him, but he could still hear Hyrule’s frozen breathing. His fingers were numb, and he stuck them under his arms. The howling was closer now, and he looked around nervously. The ground started to even out beneath his feet and groaned. Now what do they do? If they keep walking, they might just go in circles.
But they didn’t have much of a choice, did they? He trudged on, and on, and on. It felt forever had passed until they finally reached something. It was a lake, with several large, floating ice chunks forming a way to get across. He stopped suddenly, causing Hyrule to crash into him, almost sending them both toppling into the icy water.
After narrowly avoiding disaster, they huddled closer together to decide where to go from there. After deciding it would take too long to go around, they began hopping across the ice. It was difficult to get traction as they slipped around. They clutched onto each other's arms for stabilization. Again though, they heard howling, this time sounding as if it was right on top of them.
A white, ghostly looking wolfos emerged from the snowstorm. It was large, and growling dangerously. Legend fumbled around for his sword, numb fingers making it difficult to grasp the hilt. Hyrule also reached for his sword, having better luck in drawing it from its scabbard. So far the wolfos kept along the bank of the lake, prowling, like it knew they were trapped.
“Listen,” Legend grabbed Hyrule’s shoulder, “I’m going to jump to the next ice float, then you will. Don’t look away, they strike best when your back is turned.” Hyrule nodded, and Legend jumped to the next ice float. He swung his arms out wildly for balance, breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t fall. “Alright, come on over now!” he shouted to Hyrule.
Hyrule turned away from the wolfos carefully, then jumped. He grabbed onto Legend’s arm to stabilize himself. Unfortunately for them however, the wolfos decided that the ice wasn’t too much of a challenge, and easily leapt onto the ice float they were just on. They both groaned, this was just great, wasn’t it? The wolfos got ready to jump again.
‘Oh you have got to be kidding me’, Legend thought. They didn’t have enough time to prepare before the wolfos had jumped to their ice float, sending it rocking dangerously back and forth. Hyrule slid too close to the edge for his liking, and he grabbed onto his arm to keep him from slipping off. Their moment of distraction is just what the wolfos was waiting for however.
It lept, slamming into both of them and sending them all over the edge of the ice float. Freezing cold water surrounded him, turning his already numb skin increasingly number. He couldn’t see Hyrule anymore, his vision blackening around the edges as the cold abyss tried to claim him.
The pain started now, and he cursed his slow brain. The mermaid suit. How could he forget? The pain of his legs fusing together, scales forming and bone structure changing. It was done fairly quickly, thank the goddess. Soon his vision cleared as he was able to better breath in the water.
He was able to spot Hyrule now, grappling with the wolfos. He looked like he was becoming weaker by the minute though. With a solid swish of his tail, he was at his side in an instant, running his sword through the wolfos. Hyrule looked surprised, before clutching his throat as a stream of bubbles went to the surface.
He grabbed his arms, swimming up to the surface quickly. Even the mermaid tail couldn’t prevent him from the cold though, and soon his strokes were becoming weaker. They made it up to the surface though. When they broke the surface, Hyrule began coughing weakly as Legend held him from his armpits, struggling to keep both of them afloat. Hyrule’s skin was pale and his lips blue, and Legend knew he probably didn’t look much better.
Keeping Hyrule on his chest, he began to swim towards the shore as fast as he could. It felt like an eternity, even though it was only a few minutes. Hyrule had stopped moving and Legend carefully lifted him out of the water and onto the bank, before trying to do the same for himself. He got himself halfway out before he heard them. The chain, calling out to them in the distance. If he squinted, he could see the distant fire of a torch, or maybe one of Wild’s flameblades.
He breathed a sigh of relief, calling back out, before trying to lift his uncooperative lower half out of the freezing water again. He was so focused on his task, he didn’t notice it when they reached them, and hands were on his body, pulling him out of the water. He shivered, remaining clothes soaked and already freezing to his skin. Then of course the reverse transformation started, turning his tail back into legs and feet. He was already so weak he faded from consciousness quickly.
When he woke up again, they were huddled in a cave, with a warm fire going and dry clothes and about a dozen blankets covering him. Warriors appeared in his view and he sighed. “Right scare you gave us, you know. Hyrule still hasn’t woken up, and you both looked like popsicles when we got to you.” Wars scolded him some more, but he tuned him out, looking around for Hyrule.
He spotted him near the fire, sleeping peacefully, the color having returned to his previously pale face. Wars snapped his fingers in his face, and Legend turned to glare at him. Warriors gave him a look, then smiled gently. “He’s going to be okay because of you, y'know. If you hadn’t pulled him out as quickie as you did.. well..”
Legend nodded, closing his eyes, content to know that Hyrule was safe. This had been a real shitty day, but maybe things would turn around. And with that, Legend went back to sleep
(PS: if you wanna know who it is, just ask. Didnt want to ruin it for you if you don't want to know)
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Elsa Taylor Matthews Pt. 1
Summary: Auston and Amelia take a trip to Mexico. Orrr the story of Elsa.
Word Count: 4,790
A.N: Hey! I decided to post this in parts because its just so long and I want to get it out there!! Hope you enjoy.
P.S. this one is very very smutty probably like the most smutty ive done and I even thought about deleting it because I wasn’t sure how you guys would feel about it lmao.
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“Are we there yet?” Noah questioned for the fiftieth time that day. Auston let out an annoyed sigh as he looked away from the road into the mirror.
“Stop asking and maybe we will get there faster,” he snapped, causing Noah to sink low in his seat. I shot Auston a dirty look before turning around to face Noah.
“Just have patience sweetie will be there soon.”
Auston and I had decided to take the kids, Kai, Noah, and Brody on a trip to Mexico during the off season. It was a very last minute decision trip because we originally weren’t going to do anything. Then last minute Ema called and told us how the whole family was getting together in Mexico.
Kai and Noah had spent about two weeks complaining that we were even going on the trip. They were mad that they’d be missing out on time with their friends at home. At fourteen years old they had already deemed it not cool to hang out with their family. Brody had been a bit more excited at the idea of seeing his family, especially his cousins. Although it was much easier to please an eight year old then it was to please two fourteen year olds.
At this point I knew we were all anxious to be arriving where we were staying. It had been a full day off travel, seeing as we had flown from Toronto and unfortunately Kai had never been a big fan of flying. I glanced at him quickly to see he was sleeping peacefully in his chair.
“Pop,” Noah called out, causing Auston to tighten his hold on the steering wheel.
“Yeah bud?” he asked.
“How many times have you been to Mexico?”
Auston seemed shocked by the question but seemed happy to answer.
“Too many times to count. A lot of my family still lives here,” Auston answered.
“Oh. Are we going to meet them?”
“You’ve already met a lot of them sweetie,” I pointed out. Noah looked at me confused. “When you were little we took a trip down here,” I reminded him. His face lit up in recognition before he shook his head.
“Yeah but I don’t remember,” he answered softly. As I went to respond we were interrupted by the sound of Kai letting out a soft whimper. Noah and I both glanced at him concerned. Kai having nightmares was not something new but the amount he had been having lately had been slightly concerning.
He let out another whimper causing me to reach my arm back and set it on his knee so I could shake his leg softly.
“Kai wake up buddie,” I said softly. He immediately startled awake reaching out to grab the closest thing to him which happened to be Noah's arm.
“Sorry,” he murmured once he was fully awake and dropped Noah's arm. We pulled into a tight driveway that led us to a large beech house that already had four cars parked outside it.
“Let’s go,” Auston said, turning the car off. I sent him a soft smile before climbing out of the car and to the back door so I could open the door for Kai. Noah and Kai climbed out of the car on the other side and started helping Auston grab the bags out of the car.
“You finally made it!” I heard from behind me causing me to whip around with Brody on my side. My face lit up the second my eyes landed on Bre.
“Hi,” I exclaimed, walking over to her and pulling her into a tight hug.
“Hey little guy,” she grinned down at Brody. Brody shyly ducked himself behind me as he smiled at Bre. It had been awhile since he had seen all of them so I knew he would be more shy than normal.
“It’s been a tough day of travel, I think everyones a bit tired,” I told her truthfully as we started making our way towards the door.
“Hi Aunt Bre,” Noah said, running up to us and dragging his carryon bag behind him.
“Hey little rascal,” she joked, reaching out to ruffle his hair. He tried to duck her hand but failed miserably.
“Is everyone already here?” he asked as he ran in front of us and pulled the door open.
“Thank you,” I smiled at him, happy to see that his manners were showing.
“Yes everyones here!”
“Hey Bre,” Auston said, walking up to his sister and pulling her into a quick hug.
“How’s everything going? Mason doing alright?” he asked as he pulled away. She smiled softly as she thought about her husband. They had just recently gotten married and were still very much so in the honeymoon phase.
“Everything is great! Now let me show my nephews to their bedroom!” she grinned, turning to face Noah and Kai.
“Yes!” Noah exclaimed following after his Aunt.
“Hi guys,” Alex grinned at us as she walked into the kitchen from the back door. I immediately walked over to her and pulled her into a quick hug, Auston doing the same. Brody followed the two of us.
“Is everyone outside?” Auston questioned walking over to the door.
“Yeah I don’t know if they know you're here,” she said, pouring herself a drink.
“You want one?” she asked me. I quickly nodded my head.
“Yes please.”
Brody reached out to my leg tugging on it.
“Everything okay baby?” I asked softly.
“I’m tired,” he whined. I glanced around as I nodded.
“Let’s go say hi to everyone and then we can nap alright?” I asked him. He nodded his head as he looked around.
I walked out the back door and smiled as I took in Auston’s family spread out around the pool. Alex's husband was in the pool playing with their youngest daughter Ashlyn while their older daughter was jumping into the pool. Auston’s mom and dad were already in the middle of a conversation with Auston but Ema’s eyes lit up the moment they landed on me and Brody.
“Aww Brody,” she cheered walking over to me. She pulled me into a hug before turning her attention to Brody
“Can you say hi to abuela?” I asked him sweetly. His grip tightened around my leg as he shook his head no. I let out a soft gasp hoping to gain his attention. It worked when he immediately picked his head to look up at me.
“You don’t want to say hi to abuela? I bet that makes her very sad because I know she missed you,” I whispered to him loudly enough for Ema to still be able to hear.
“Please don’t make me sad,” she pouted at Brody, causing him to let go of my leg and give her a small wave.
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After we had greeted everyone I helped Brody down for a nap and the twins ended up in the pool with their cousins. I was still wearing my normal clothes sipping on a drink that Alex had made me while Auston had been sitting by the pool sunbathing near his parents and Alex husband, Andre.
“Are we getting hungry?” Ema asked the group at large, causing us all to turn our attention to her as she started listing the different places we could go to around us. Then she started going into how we could make food with the stuff they had bought. Auston glanced over at me from where he was sitting, sending me a look to which I just raised an eyebrow. I knew that the five of us were tired from traveling.
“Could we just do something quick?” I suggested lightly, causing the rest of the group to look at me besides the kids.
“I know that the kids won’t last long tonight. They were already tired and cranky when we arrived from the traveling and the swimming has just been tiring them out more,” I further explained. Ema sent me a soft smile as she started to nod her head.
“They have a restaurant nearby that should do the trick!” she said pulling it up on her phone so that she could show Bre.
I pushed myself up from the chair I was sitting on.
“I’m going to check on Brody then get ready,” I told the group, not sure of who was actually listening.
I quickly made my way up the stairs and found Brody sleeping peacefully in mine and Auston’s bed. I had decided to put him in here earlier so that he would be comfortable in the big bed. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him reaching out to fix the blanket I had put on him.
“Hey,” Auston said softly. I jumped at the sound of his voice not expecting company.
“Hi,” I whispered, standing up from the bed not taking my eyes off Brody. He was such a miracle baby and he was starting to get so big.
“He doing okay?” Auston asked, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me flush against him.
“Perfect,” I grinned, leaning into his arms.
“Sometimes I can’t believe everything we had to go through,” I continued softly. Auston started swaying us slowly as he tightened his hold on me. “How close we were to losing another baby. How hard it was on us but,” I paused, taking a deep breath, “He’s here though.”
I felt a tear fall down my face and I reached up to wipe it away. “Sorry,” I apologized.
“Baby what are you apologizing for?” He leaned his head forward so that he could press a kiss to my cheek.
“I’m just tired so I’m feeling overly emotional and seeing our family all together it just reminds me of how much they were there for us. I missed them.”
Auston turned me around so that I was facing him and he lifted his hands up to my cheeks before leaning forward and placing his lips on mine in a deep kiss.
“There’s nothing wrong with being emotional,” he promised before pecking me on the lips again.
“I get it so please never apologize for feeling those emotions. I love you.” He then pulled me into a tight hug, pressing his lips to my ear.
“Our miracle baby,” he whispers. I squeezed him to me.
“We need to get ready,” I said, pulling away so that I could go to the bathroom.
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It was the next day and I found myself awake before most people in the house so I was just reading a book at the beach. I glanced up when I felt someone sit down next to me. My eyes quickly found Austons eyes and gave him a happy smile.
“Having fun out here?” he asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him a bit. I close my book as he changes the angle so that we can be more comfortable.
“Yeah. It’s so peaceful,” I admitted, stretching out my body and turning into his chest.
“Is everyone up?”
“Yeah Alex and Bre are making food for all the kids.” Auston answered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I had missed going on vacation with my family. The first three years of Brody’s life we really didn’t do much traveling just because it had been a scare when he was born and we were trying to figure things out. It had really been a long time since we’ve gone somewhere that wasn't Toronto or America.
“Should we go help?”
“No,” he answered immediately. I let out a giggle as I looked up at his handsome face inches from mine.
“I’ve missed you baby,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to him. He deepened the kiss by biting my lip. I let out a slight gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in.
Austons hand moved around my body, his right one landing on my hip and his left slipping up to cup my breast. I let out a breathy moan into his mouth as he squeezed.
“Papi!” We both jumped apart startled by the yell. Auston immediately removed his hands from me turning to face the culprit, Noah making his way over to u with Kai trailing behind him holding a tray.
“We brought you food.” Noah pointed to the plate of pancakes.
“You can share with Mama,” he grinned. Kai placed the tray in Auston’s lap before staring longingly at the bacon. I let out a giggle as I up a piece holding it out to him.
“Your tip for carrying the tray over here.”
Kai smiled softly, grabbing it from me before sitting down on the other side of me.
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“Hey,” I called out to Alex. We were picking up some necessities at the store so it was just the two of us.
“Yes Auston?” She questioned raising an eyebrow. I picked up the zucchini we needed and put it in the bag I was carrying.
“I want to take Amelia on a date while we're here. We didn’t get to celebrate our anniversary this season so I’d like to do something here.”
“Oh that sounds like a lovely idea! I’m sure she would really appreciate it. Do you know where you want to take her?” she asked, looking back down at the list.
“I had a few different ideas in mind. I was wondering if you or Bre would be able to take care of the kids?”
“Sure that wouldn’t be a big hardship,” she joked. “I think we have everything on the list.”
“Sound’s good, let's go,” I told her while making my way over to the checkout.
“I might need you to put the kids to bed though,” I said after a moment. Alex looked up from where she had been setting the items down.
“Plans to stay late?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. I tried to hide my blush by turning away.
“Shut up, let's go,” I said, nudging her. She let out a loud laugh as we made our way to the car.
When we got back to the house we went into the kitchen to put the things we had bought away. Bre and Amelia were sitting at the counter having a drink while it looked like all the kids were outside with my parents.
“Hey ladies,” I greeted them.
“How was the store?” Amelia asked, taking her last sip of her drink before setting it down.
“It was good. Not very busy,” Alex answered. I reached out and grabbed Amelia’s empty glass.
“Do you want another drink?”
“Yes please.”
I sent Amelia a smile and started making her another drink.
“Have you guys seen Andre?” Alex asked Bre and Amelia.
“Andre and Mason went down to the beach with Ashlyn and Brody,” Amelia answered quickly to which Alex sent her a thankful smile before making her way out of the kitchen and to the beach.
“Hey babe,” I said when I set the glass down in front of her. She looked up at me with a smile.
“Want to go on a date with me tonight?”
Bre cooed as she looked at us while Amelia let out a giggle as she nodded her head.
“I would love to,” she finally said when she stopped giggling.
“What should I wear and when are we going?”
“Wear a dress and seven. Is that enough time for you to get ready?”
I knew she had packed at least five different dresses because she always loved to wear dresses when we were on vacation. Something about it being freeing to not have to wear pants.
“Yeah that’s enough time. What about the kids?”
I glanced over to Bre who’s face turned into a “oh” look as she got the point.
“We will watch them,” Bre said.
“Okay then I should go start getting ready,” Amelia said, pushing herself back so she could stand up from her chair. She then walked around the counter and wrapped her arms around me. Her hand resting on my neck and her other holding her drink.
“See you soon,” she mumbled before stepping up on her tiptoes and presses ong a kiss to my lips. Seconds later she vanished leaving me in the kitchen with Bre and Alex smirking.
“Shut up,” I groaned, reaching out for my own drink and taking a sip of it.
“You're so whipped for her,” Bre grinned letting out a laugh.
“Remember the first time he brought her home. He’s literally been whipped since the first date,” Alex said, causing the three of us to laugh at the memory.
“Whatever. I knew I was going to marry her and look at us now,” I said, shooting finger guns at them as I made my way outside.
“Papa!” Noah called out from where he was in the pool with my dad.
“Come play with us!” He yelled again. Pulling my shirt off I walked over to the pool and jumped in causing Noah and Kai to let out loud laughs.
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“You look absolutely stunning,” I told Amelia walking up behind her. She was looking at herself in the full body mirror as she applied her lipstick. I placed my hands on her hips pulling her back flush against my chest.
She turned around so she could face me and her flown dress moved as she spun.
“You look so handsome.”
Her hands reached out to the collie of my shirt and she fixed it before pulling me down slightly so she could kiss me. She let out a giggle as she pulled away.
“I accidentally got some lipstick on you,” she laughed as she reached for my face to wipe it off. I pulled away so that I could grab her hand.
“Let’s go,” I said, leading her downstairs. The kids were all sitting on the couch as they watched some Disney movie that was playing on the tv. I think it was Encato.
“Hey we’re heading out! Call us if you need us,” I told Alex. She nodded her head before going back to what she was doing. Amelia and I quickly said goodbye to the kids before making our way out the door.
“Where are we going?” Amelia asked as she fiddled with the radio. She gave up on finding a station and plugged her phone in instead.
“A hotel.”
Amelia sent me an odd look as I continued to stare at the road before us.
“Wow you really think you're getting lucky tonight,” she joked, raising the music a little. I let out a laugh as I shook my head. I mean I knew I was going to get lucky tonight but that wasn’t the point of the hotel.
“It was the only restaurant around that I could get reservations for and I heard they have really good food.”
Then to be funny I reached down into the cupholder and took out two hotel keys.
“But I did get us a room,” I said. Amelia let out a loud laugh as she reached for the keys.
“Your ridiculous Auston,” she scolded jokenly before letting out another laugh. “We’re on vacation with your entire family and our kids and all you can think about it sex.”
I laughed as I shook my head.
“That’s not true.”
I pulled into the parking lot and we both hopped out for the valet parking. I grabbed Amelia's hand and led her inside the hotel and over to the restaurant.
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“That was delicious,” I told Auston as I took a sip of my margarita. Auston smiled softly over the rim of his beer as he leaned back in his chair.
“Do you want another margarita?” Auston asked, glancing at my almost empty glass. I shrugged knowing I was already slightly tipsy.
“Maybe one to go?” I asked. He nodded his hand waving down the server.
“Mr. Matthews and Mrs. Matthews,” our server said, stepping up to our table. I raised an eyebrow at Auston before turning to face the server.
“Hi, can we get a margarita to go and the bill?” The server nodded his head as he took off to take care of everything.
Once Auston had paid we quickly made our way to the elevator. Auston walked in first and pulled me in after manhandling me so that I am standing in front of him. Another couple who looked around the same age stumbled into the elevator with us. It was quiet for a moment before the dude glanced at Auston and his face lit up in recognition.
“Woah your Auston Matthews,” he said, his voice slurring slightly. Auston dropped his hand from my hip turning to face the guy.
“Uh yeah I am.”
“Wow I’m a huge fan,” he said with a huge smile. His girl was holding him up and she sent us a sorry look. “Babe this is Auston Matthews he plays hockey for the Leafs,” he told her. She struggled with his arm wrapped around her as she shook her head.
“I know honey but right now you need to focus on helping me,” she told him. He nodded his head as he took a deep breath standing up so that he wasn’t putting as much weight on her. “Sorry Angie,” she blushed as she looked at the elevator door. I held my breath as I watched the numbers pass by. We stopped on the 8th floor and the couple struggled out the door.
“Bye Auston Matthews,” the guy mumbled as the doors closed behind them. I let out a laugh as I leaned against Auston’s chest.
“Didn’t expect to run into a fan here,” He said, pressing his hand against my back to get me moving once we arrived at our floor. When we opened the door and got inside I set my margarita down and immediately pushed Auston against the door. He went easily, not expecting me to have done that. I pushed my body against his wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands went to my hips and I leaned up to kiss him.
He kissed me back passionately for a few minutes before I pulled away slightly so I could talk.
“What does The Auston Matthews want tonight? I teased. He let out a soft moan as I grinded my hips into his. His hands tightened on my hips as he turned us around so that he was pushing me against the door.
“Tonights all about you Mrs. Matthews,” Auston breathed deeply. I let out a soft gasp as he grinded into me. Auston leaned down and pressed his lips back against mine.
“What do you want?” He asked softly as he pulled back. He started trailing kisses down my neck and pulled my dress to the side so that he could mouth at my breast. I let out a moan as he sucked on my breast and his other hand played with my nipple.
“I want to suck your dick,” I moaned out. He let out a surprised sound and then started eagerly nodding his head.
I reached down to the fly on his pants and unzipped them before pulling them down and revealing his boxers. I reached down and felt him through the boxes. He moaned loudly when I put my hand on his dick. I dropped to my knees and pulled his boxers down exposing his big cock.
I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few quick tugs before taking the tip into my mouth. Auston let out a few curses as he threw his head back.
“Yes baby,” he moaned, reaching his hand down to tangle into my hair. I glanced up at Auston as I took him fully into my mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out moan after moan.
“Can I,” he started to say but paused as he took a deep breath to regain composure. “Can I fuck your throat?” he asked. I pulled off him so that I could talk.
“Yeah but if I pinch you stop,” I said before taking him back into my mouth. He immediately started fucking my throat letting out curse after curse.
“God babe. Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s been to long since we’ve done this,” he grunted out as he continued to fuck into me.
“I’m going to cum,” he said tightly so I quickly pinched his thigh and he pulled out immediately.
“What what what?” he whined. I let out a chuckle as I leaned back on my legs.
“I don’t want you to cum yet,” I said standing up. I reached out for his shirt and started unbuttoning it slowly walking him back to the bed. When we reached it I pushed him down so that he was laying on the bed.
“That was cruel,” he said, moving his arms so that he could use them as a pillow while he stared at me.
“You love it,” I teased slowly, pulling my dress off. Auston’s eyes hungirly took in my body. I crawled onto the bed and settled over Auston.
“I’m going to ride you,” I told him, lining him up with my entrance. His hands reached out to my hips so that he could help me stay up right. Once I sank down onto him I placed my hands on his chest.
“Holy fuck your so big,” I moaned out as I sat still. He let out a moan as he fucked up into me.
“Wait,” I whined, pushing against his chest. “Let me get used to you.”
With everything that had been going on lately it had been such a long time since Auston and I had been able to do anything like this. We had quickies sometimes when we were both feeling sex deprived but it had been what felt like months since we had gotten to tease one another and take our time.
“Okay you can move,” I said and he did right away. He started off slowly before quickening his pace.
“Oh Auston,” I moaned loudly as he hit my g-spot.
“Yes right there,” I chanted as I angled my body just slightly so that I could make out with him. His lips moved with mine as he continued to fuck me.
“Shit babe. You feel so good. So tight,” he said once he pulled his lips away.
“Auston, please make me cum,” I begged.
“Hold on,” he said, moving my legs around so that he had a better angle. Then he pounded into me causing us both to let out moan after moan.
“I’m going to come Aus,” I whined. He flipped us over so that he was on top of me and not even a minute later I was coming.
“Holy shit,” he moaned out as he felt me cum around his dick.
“I’m so close,” he moaned as he continued to fuck into me. I let out whines as I wiggled around.
“Yes,” he screamed before coming inside of me.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned collapsing against me.
“You're such a good girl. So good at taking my cock,” he said, pressing kisses to my face.
“I love you,” I mumbled.
“I love you too sweetie.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips before slipping out of me. He pressed two fingers into me forcing a loud moan out of me. My body was definitely feeling sensitive.
“You're filled with our cum,” he said, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. I shut my eyes as I felt myself starting to get sleepy.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered. Not even a minute later he was back with a wet washcloth wiping me clean and then himself.
“Come here,” I said, raising my arm. He cuddled up to me manoeuvring us so that I was laying my head on his chest and his arm was wrapped around me.
“That was amazing,” he said after a while of us laying. I sleepily opened my eyes as I nodded my head.
“Yeah it was,” I agreed.
“Hey,” Auston said, tilting my head up by my chin.
“Hmm?” I questioned on the verge of falling asleep.
“I don’t know if you remember but I have to go to the orphanage tomorrow.”
Auston had told me before we came to Mexico that he had agreed with the Leafs PR team that he would visit an orphanage while we were here and do some charity for it. It was his idea to visit after he had talked to his mom’s friend about the orphanages out here in Mexico. I had thought it was a very sweet idea.
“Okay” I mumbled before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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You're Mine, Chapter 7
You’re the CEO of a groundbreaking drug company in Sweden with a work/life balance that’s more work than anything else. That is before you meet Loki, who turns your world on its head in the best of ways.
Set during the first Avengers movie. This work contains explicit content and BDSM.
Pairing: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, BDSM, dirty talk, oral sex (M receiving), bondage, spanking, fingering, anal play
Word Count: 4,440
Chapter Summary: You cook Loki dinner and he stops going so easy on you.
Author's Note: Chapter 7 already???? I'm thinking of closing most of the fic out next chapter but keeping it around for a few more prologues (particular kinks lol). I'm sorry I was late with this one- but I hope it was worth the wait. As always, your feedback is valued and I hope you enjoy!!
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By the time the two of you slipped out of the bath it was well after sunset. You felt fully relaxed and refreshed. You changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and sweater while Loki conjured himself an outfit.
You led him into the kitchen, sitting him down at one of the stools at your countertop.
“Do you like Thai food?” You asked, turning to open the fridge.
“Of course,” you could hear the apprehension in his voice.
You smiled at him then brought out some chicken thighs, scallions, an egg and some Chinese broccoli, placing them on the counter. Bringing your eyes back to his you found him curiously watching you. “Is something wrong?”
He chuckled. “No- it’s just I think I can count on one hand the number of times someone’s cooked for me who wasn’t being paid in some way. Thor once tried to make stew while we were hunting Bilgesnipes but it did not end with something edible.”
“Hm- not sure what a Bilgesnipe is but I can assure you this will be edible.” You smiled at him, grabbing the wok from the cupboard.
“Do you cook?” You asked, filling a pot of water on the stove for the rice noodles.
“I’ve dabbled since coming to Midgard. I do love a good plate of breakfast meats,” he sounded thoughtful.
You laughed. “Good to hear we have at least one leg up on Asgard. Here,” you pushed a cutting board with the vegetables in front of him. “Can you chop these? And slice the scallions? Here’s a knife,” you handed him your nakiri.
He moved the knife, testing the weight and balance of it with his fingers. He nodded, then gave it a flip and went to work, finishing in seconds.
“Oh,” your mouth was open as you looked at the finely prepared vegetables then back up to him. You were starting to rethink your first and only rule.
He smiled, chuckling. “Knives are kind of my thing.”
“I see that…” you trailed off, eyeing his dextrous fingers as he held the knife, picturing him in the armour he had on last night, knife in hand… You swallowed, bringing your eyes back to his you knew by his mischievous grin that he could tell exactly what you were thinking.
“Um- sorry, right okay.” You composed yourself then brought everything over to the stove and mixed the sauce. You quickly assembled the dish, tossing the ingredients together in the wok.
You dished out two servings and brought them to the counter and settled in the stool beside him. He had topped up your wine glass already.
“Ta-da! Pad See Ew,” you motioned to his dish, grinning.
He smiled at you, picking up the chopsticks to take a bite. His eyes grew wide, “this is delicious.”
“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed slightly towards him before turning to eat the noodles in front of you. Fuck- it was delicious.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” He asked, most of his bowl gone.
“The internet. I’m not going to lie to you- I only know three recipes. This one kept me alive in college.”
You soon fell into an easy conversation as you finished your meal.
“Well, I promise next time I’ll do the cooking,” he said, helping you clear up the dishes. “Though I did bring desert,” he said and pulled a plate full of petit fours out of thin air, placing it on the counter before you with a little wink.
“Impressive,” you mused, bringing the wine to the couch in the other room. The two of you settled side-by-side on the couch, looking out at the dark, frosty lake beyond.
“Do you miss New York?” Loki asked, stretching out on the couch, bringing his hand to lightly brush circles over your shoulder.
“Hmm, sometimes. Though Tony, my old boss, is around a lot so at times it feels like I’m still in New York working in his lab.” You decided then to let him in on the only thing you’d kept from him- your work for Stark Industries. It was only fair. If he could tell you about being an alien-god you could tell him about your postdoctoral experience.
“Are you two close?” His hand stopped its movement.
“In a working-friendship kind of way. He’s the primary shareholder of the company so he’s around often. He took me under his wing at Stark Industries.” You let the words sink in.
“You worked for Tony Stark,” he turned to you. “From what I’ve seen of the man he seems like quite the handful.” He gave you a grin.
You laughed, relieved. “Yes I’d have to agree with you there. Though he’s the one who pushed me to go to Elv. I hadn’t been out in ages.”
“I’ll have to give him my thanks,” he picked a langue de chat off the plate, popping it in his mouth.
“It would be fun to visit New York again, with you, someday,” you said gently, looking into his eyes.
“I’d love to,” he smiled at you.
“Speaking of Elv, you’ve told me what you’re not willing to try. Tell me älskling, what do you desire to explore?”
You licked your lips, growing nervous. You felt trapped by his stare, his eyes were daring you to answer. “Bondage,” you swallowed, “and discipline.”
“You want me to be harder on you, little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder to gently push your hair behind your ear.
You nodded, looking down at your hands.
He brought his hand under your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. His eyes were warm though there was a hint of mischief simmering beneath. “I can do that, my älskling. Is there anything else?”
An answer immediately came to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You lightly shook your head.
“It is not wise to lie to me,” his expression darkened with his tone.
You bit your lip. “Anal,” you whispered.
He tilted his head, surveying you. “We’ll have to train you for that, little one. Have you done it before?” He gently brushed your cheek with his thumb.
You shook your head. “Never, Sir.”
“I’ll take my time with you, älskling.” He stood. “Now, let’s have you change into something lovely so we can get started.”
He led you to your bedroom and into your closet. You brought out a few options, laying them delicately on the island of the walk-in. Your heart raced as he considered each option, his gaze flickering back up to you before motioning to the white Lise Charmel set. Without another glance he strode out of your closet, leaving you alone.
You shakily pulled your sweater off, marvelling at how quickly he changed from Loki to your Sir. He demanded complete submission with the way he carried himself and spoke to you, dressing you down with just a gaze. You took a deep breath and slid off the rest of your clothes before slipping on the soft white lace.
You slid the garter up your thigh and took a look in the mirror. Fixing your hair you took one last deep breath before stepping out of the closet.
You were surprised to find the room empty. You turned around, puzzled, before you felt his firm form behind you, his warm hands firmly grasping your waist.
“Such a lovely little thing,” his breath tickled the shell of your ear and you shivered. “My lovely little thing,” he was closer now and pressed his lips against your neck, just below your ear. You breathed in a shaky breath, the feeling of his tongue against the sensitive spot making your head spin. He snaked his hands away from your waist and pulled away from you to circle you slowly, his eyes tracing your heated skin.
“What should I do with you, hm?” His tone was lush, velvety, and dripping with sin as he continued to move around you with his hands behind his back. You felt like his prey, tangled up in his very essence, entranced before he consumed you entirely.
He stopped in front of you, an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, älskling.” His jaw was pronounced as he reprimanded you, the look of his aristocratic face set in a scowl sent waves of heat to your core and your heartbeat hammering in your chest.
“I’m- I’m not sure, Sir. I’m sorry,” you stammered, feeling very much exposed in front of his fully clothed form.
He stepped back, his knuckle against his chin as he studied you. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”
Your thighs clenched together before you bent down on shaky knees, resting yourself on your heels, your hands gingerly placed behind your lower back.
He circled you once more, his eyes on the floor. He stopped suddenly and moved his hand in an upward motion, materialising emerald green ropes on the ground beside you. His eyes met yours, his expression momentarily gentle as he nodded your way, as if to confirm his actions.
You gave him the tiniest of nods and his jaw set once more. He snapped his fingers and motioned with his hands, each finger curling upwards as the ropes followed suit, coiling themselves around your limbs.
You sharply inhaled as they moved around you, the soft feel of the shibari rope gentle across your sensitive skin. The ropes fastened themselves around your arms, winding several times before tightening so that your upper arms were held firmly together. They wound themselves around your chest, the green bright against the white lace of your bra, then your shoulders, fastening together at your back. Your legs were bound similarly to your arms, the rope finding its way between your thighs, though your legs were kept separate.
Once the movement stopped you looked up at Loki with wide eyes, your mouth open to accommodate you accelerated breathing. Your chest heaved under you, the ropes tightening against your skin, constricting your breathing in the slightest. The rope pressed up against the lace delivered the most delicious burn.
He continued to circle you, his eyes darkening as they traced the curvature of your skin against the cords, accented by the white of your lingerie. “I’ll ask you again. What should I do with you?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” You said, both the fabric and the ropes between your legs dampening as you trembled.
“Wrong answer, älskling.” Suddenly he gripped your arm roughly to pull you up and threw you on the bed, face down. Your legs dangled off the edge and you lost track of his position within the room, disoriented by the movement. You stayed there for a few moments, listening to the sound of your breath, straining to hear something that’d give way to his position.
After a few moments of silence you felt the glide of his fingers against your bottom, gently caressing the skin. You let out a breath, feeling your muscles relax into his open palm as he laid it against you.
Suddenly he lifted his palm and struck it against you, a sharp slap ringing out in the silence of the room. Your muscles clenched at the sensation, naturally pulling away from the strike as a whimper left your lips. His hand was in your hair, gently tugging at your roots and you felt him over you.
“Two more,” he said against your ear, forcing a shudder through you. He bit the skin of your earlobe and you cried out, your hips pushing against him.
He ran his tongue over the spot before tugging more sharply on your hair. “And don’t you fucking move.”
Your slick was hot between your thighs and your arms flexed against the soft rope as you tried to focus on your breath, willing your body to stay still.
Pulling back he ran his hand gently over the skin of your other cheek before delivering a sharp slap. Your muscles clenched ever so slightly in response, your heart falling as you realised you’d failed to obey his simple command.
He was back against you, his strong hand gripping your bound wrist. He sharply bit on the skin by your pulse and you cried out loudly, the pleasure and pain overwhelming.
“Good girls listen, don’t they?” You could feel the depth of his voice vibrating against your back as he spoke the words.
“Yes- I’m sorry, Sir.” You got out, your voice sounding small.
He bit the spot again, this time sucking against it harshly between his lips. You cried out pitifully, the ache between your legs almost painful.
“You’re still at two more,” he licked the spot. “No moving this time, älskling. Be my good girl.”
You nodded. “Yes Sir.”
He moved back off of you and quickly brought his hand down. You held your breath, willing yourself to stay still. You let out the breath slowly and felt the slick between your legs dampening more and more of the lace and rope.
“There we go. So much easier when you listen, isn’t it?” His voice was sweet in your ear, making your heart swell with pride.
“Yes Sir.”
He ran his fingers between your legs, against your wet heat. You inhaled sharply, unsure if you were allowed to move. “Poor thing,” his velvety voice was above you still.
“So wet for me. One more, älskling.” He brought his hand back over your cheek, squeezing the flesh. “Then I’ll you’ll feel so much better.”
You shivered though just your teeth knocked together, the rest of your body holding still. His hand came down to give you the hardest spank yet, the skin aching in immediate protest. You swallowed the pain but welcomed the pleasure, coming in warm waves through your core.
“Now before I turn you around,” his hand gently ran along the ties binding your arms. “Take a deep breath älskling.”
You obeyed, filling your lungs with air before gently releasing the breath. He must have dematerialised your panties since you could feel his fingers tracing the skin of your backside. His touch left you momentarily, only to come back with some sort of cool slick covering them. He moved them along your tight hole and you relaxed into his touch.
“Good girl. This may feel cold,” he replaced his fingers with a small chilly object, running it against the sensitive skin of your anus. You whimpered at the sensation, both excited and nervous at the idea of what would happen next.
As he traced the object against your backside his lips came to press kisses against your shoulder, giving you a little nip with his teeth now and then. You were drunk with lust, your breaths slow and laboured.
“Breathe out and relax,” he commanded as his warm hand came to rest on your lower back. You did as you were told, your muscles releasing with his touch. He pushed the thing within you, and it stretched your hole momentarily before your muscles took it in, the top of it stopping on the outside of your body.
“There’s my älskling.” He tapped the end of the object and you whined, the sensation shooting waves of pleasure through you. You didn’t feel uncomfortably full yet you could feel something within you, warming up as it was exposed to the heat of your body.
He kissed the shell of your ear. “So tight yet you hold that so well. My lovely girl.” He gripped your hips and helped you up before spinning you around and throwing you down on the bed, facing him as he stood at the end of the bed. He moved to climb atop of you, his body caging you in as he brought himself over you.
His eyes searched yours for a moment before he bent his head, capturing your lips with his own. He licked along your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth. You moaned as you brought your lips around his tongue. He pulled back and bit your bottom lip between his teeth, marring the flesh slightly before letting you go. He smoothed his tongue over your lip then came away to study you once more.
He slipped his hand down towards your heat, taking his time to gently brush against your skin, the rope and the lace along the way. He ran the tips of his fingers along your slit and you gasped as your muscles clenched, the thing within you moving ever so slightly.
He dipped his fingers against your folds, the wetness of your skin allowing him to easily glide his digits against you. Your back arched against him on the bed, the ropes straining against your muscles with the movement. His eyes slid down from yours, watching the swell of your breast taut against the rope.
“Does my pretty thing want to cum? Poor älskling,” he dipped to kiss you, “I can feel how much your body craves me.”
“Y-yes please Sir. Please touch me,” you panted, his teasing almost too much.
He gave you a filthy grin and dipped a finger within you, then moved to bring in another. You could feel your walls clench around him, the toy in your backside pressing ever so slightly against his knuckles when he curved them to press the spot deep within you. The sensation caused you to cry out, and you pressed your nails into your palm to hold your orgasm at bay.
“Are you going to cum, älskling?” He spoke as his hungry eyes flickered from your face to your heaving chest, the white lace covering your flesh constricting against the ropes.
“Yes Sir- I’m about to,“ you were cut off when he slipped his fingers from you. Your eyes pleaded with his as you swallowed, your arms shaking as they propped you up against the bed.
“Only good girls get to cum,” he spoke firmly. “And you have not been a good girl today.” His jaw was pronounced as he hovered over you before moving off of you, leaving you to fall back against your bound arms on the bed.
You felt like crying, or screaming, or both but settled for a deep breath to compose yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.
He chuckled. “My pretty girl, so upset.”
You smiled pitifully, biting your lip hard as you shook your head. “I’m sorry Sir.”
He grabbed you by the ropes binding your chest, pulling you up to sit on the edge of the mattress. He brought his hand to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb against your heated skin. “What am I to do with you, hm?”
You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “May I show you how sorry I am Sir?” You licked your lips while your eyes traced the outline of his erection in his dark pants.
He kept brushing your cheek as he came closer, and you gently kissed his clothed thigh, your eyes never leaving his. His eyes were warm pools of blue-green, though once you kissed directly over his clothed member his expression darkened. You proceeded to give open-mouthed kisses over his hardened length, running your tongue against the fabric.
His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched you before he gently brought you away from his thigh, unzipping his trousers and freeing himself. You marvelled at his member, the smooth skin of it making your mouth water. You bent to press a very delicate kiss against the tip of him, the skin ever so slightly red in its current state.
You kissed him again, this time swiping your tongue across the very tip of him and he inhaled sharply. You brought your eyes back up to his then opened and took him all in, his breath hitching as you did so. His skin felt divine against your tongue, salty with the smallest hint of juniper. You kept your lips pouted as you bobbed and ran your tongue along him, moaning ever so slightly when he was farther in.
You kept your throat relaxed and took even breaths through your nose as you moved over him with your mouth. Your eyes were wide, innocent, as you observed him, willing him to grab your head and use you as he pleased. His chest was heaving while he watched you, his hand coming around to the back of your head.
You moaned and pushed back against his hand. He took the hint and brought both hands to either side of your face and began moving you over his cock. You hummed, your core dripping wet over your thighs while he took his pleasure from you.
“Do you like being used, little one?” He rasped, his pace steady. You nodded, your head moving against his movements. He clenched his jaw as he looked down at you, a thick muscle in his neck visible from your angle. “Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, älskling?”
You moaned around him in response, your eyes watering as he continued to hit a particular spot in your throat. He pulled his length from your mouth, giving you a moment to collect yourself. You quickly dipped your head and bent forward, bringing one of his testicles in your mouth and gently sucking. You wished you had a recording of the surprised, strangled groan he made in response, you were pretty sure it was the first time you’d truly caught him off guard and it had you dripping with wet. You could feel it beginning to pool around the edge of the toy still within you.
You continued to lap and suck at his testicles, chancing a look up at him you were struck with his dark, hungry gaze. His hand came to your shoulder, swiftly pushing you away from him and pulling you up before turning you around and bringing you down onto the bed so your face was against the comforter. He brought a pillow under your hips so your backside was raised off of the bed.
You felt the bed dip between your legs then the hot heat of his length against your slit as he rubbed his tip against you, gathering wetness. He tsked, “not much of a punishment when you’re this wet, is it älskling?”
You whined in response but held yourself still, praying he’d realise you were being a good girl and would let you cum this time. Your thoughts were interrupted when he slowly pressed himself within you, the toy and his length hitting similar angles and spaces within you.
He bottomed out and pulled you up against him, the new angle of his cock within you pressing up against the toy in your backside. Now it was your turn to release a strangled moan at the sensation, the feeling of it all completely overwhelming you. With one arm across your ribs, under your breasts and the other against your throat he set a steady pace as he thrust into you. His hand roughly pushed the cup of the bra down and his finger moved to your nipple. He rolled it in-between his fingers, forcing a throaty moan from your lips.
“Please Sir,” you managed to get out between thrusts, “may I cum?”
His breath was hot against your neck as he kept moving within you. “Not yet, älskling. I can feel that you’re close, your cunt is gripping me so tightly. I can feel the toy I put in you against me, within your tight little hole. Does it feel good, älskling? Do you like being filled?”
You shuddered at the sound of his velvety voice in your ear. “Yes Sir, it feels so good- I feel so… So full,” your head was spinning with the combined sensations.
“Good. Do you want to cum on this cock for your Sir, little one?” His fingers were still playing with your nipple, while the others that remained wrapped around your neck were tightening slightly.
“Yes, Sir! Please- please let me cum for you,” you begged, your fingers growing numb behind you.
“Good girl. All right my älskling, you may cum,” he pinched your nipple hard, “now.” He sucked on the spot behind your ear and you came instantly, crying out as the combined feeling of it all overpowering you. You could feel yourself moving against him as wave after wave of pleasure came, intensified when he licked and bit the same spot on your neck.
“Good girl, ride it out. There’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin, his pace unrelenting. You came down from your high and he pulled himself from you. The ties around your arms were suddenly gone and he turned you back around, laying you on the bed so you faced him, your back propped on the same pillow as before.
He settled himself on his knees between your legs and fisted his member, his eyes taking in your form. “Touch yourself for me, älskling.” He commanded, his eyes heavy lidded as he did the same.
You licked your lips, “yes Sir,” then moved your hand down to your folds, gently playing with your clit as you watched him. You moved your hand to your uncovered nipple and rolled it between your fingers as you continued to play with yourself, the sound of your breathing filling the room.
“Do you want me to cum on your chest?” He asked, his expression sinful.
“Yes Sir, please- please cum on me. Please cover me in your cum,” you squirmed at your words, you could feel another orgasm building quickly.
“Are you going to cum again, little one? Are you going to make yourself cum with me?” He rasped, you could tell he was close and that thought excited you even more.
“Yes Sir- fuck! I’m going to cum!” You whined, your pace even with his strokes.
“Good girl. Cum now- with me,” his voice was strained as he met his finish, thick ropes of cum shooting across your chest. Upon feeling the warmth of his release against your skin, marking you, you let go, your back arching off the bed slightly as your muscles constricted.
You both panted, fully spent, slowly coming back to yourselves. You smiled at him then looked down at your chest- the green rope still tied beautifully, with thick lines of cum across the green cords, white lace, and your skin. You lay back against the pillow and brought your eyes back to his. “I think this is the prettiest I’ve ever looked.”
He nodded. “Absolutely lovely,” he gently ran his fingers along your cheekbone. His eyes fell to your chest and darkened slightly. “And all mine.”
Chapter 8 here.
End Note: Happy Loki eve!!! When you rethink on your "first and only rule" it's the no knife play from Chapter 1. Stay tuned for Chapter 8- not sure if it'll be out Saturday as I'm hoping to update Summer Wine this week too and 3 chapters is a lot for me to get through. Love you all and thank you for reading!!
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Hi Bre! Can I request Romance #13 & #19 for my boy Coco? And I want to support you in anyway I can so I sent what I can swing at the moment. Always here for you.
I’m sorry I’m so slow getting to this. I can’t thank you enough for the support! I can’t tell who sends in what because it’s not blog names, so I never know how I can personally thank people, so thank you so so much! I hope you like this drabble :)
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It was late by the time the guys pulled up to the clubhouse
You had actually dozed off,
but the sounds of bikes pulling up woke you
You stood up, stretching, as the guys filed in
Angel and EZ immediately went their separate ways:
EZ to his trailer
and Angel back to his bike
You locked eyes with Coco,
and he looked so tired
His body was tense, and you could tell it’d been a bad day
He came up to you and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around him
His body seemed to relax a bit, and when he pulled back, he sighed
“I know you wanted to hang here tonight, but can we just go home?” He asked, his mouth turned down in a frown
You smiled, and once again, you saw the tension in his shoulders ease as he looked at you
“You know I can’t say no to you when you make that face…”
“I told you before,” he joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he led you out, “I’m a fucking badass biker, I don’t pout.”
“You totally pout. You’re pouting right now,” you giggled as he helped you onto his bike and put your helmet on you
Already, just a few feet from the clubhouse, his bad mood was turning
Coco kissed you again before getting on the bike in front of you
You held onto him tight as he drove, and the closer you held him,
the more relaxed his body got
When you got home, you and Coco immediately stripped down and got into bed together
This was a ritual you two had gotten into after one (or both) of you had a hard day
You would cuddle together, skin on skin, and just enjoy being together
Sometimes you kissed, but most times it was purely a comfort thing
Coco had you wrapped in his arms, your face buried against his neck
Your eyes were closed, and your breathing had synced with his
“You wanna talk about it?” You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper
“Nah,” he answered, his words a little muffled as he spoke into your hair, “Today was just a shit show. We were all at each other’s throats, I was so pissed, but now...”
He pulled back a bit, and you opened your eyes and smiled up at him.
Coco smiled back, and when he spoke, his voice was low and soft
“When I look at you,” he finished, “I feel calm. Not everybody has that. I mean... I never thought I’d have this, but I do now...” He snuggled closer to you, and you closed your eyes again. “...I just feel so fucking calm and warm and lucky.”
You kissed his bare chest, and you felt him exhale softly.
“I love you, Coco.”
“Love you too, querida.”
You fell asleep in his arms,
and both of you had sweet dreams all night long
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next to you — tom holland
{ in which you’re not the only one that likes to hang out on the fire escape }
a/n: this is dedicated to my best friend bre @stealthspideys who is the reason why i pushed myself to finish this. i love you endlessly. and i hope you enjoy this
word count: 2.4k
warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of drugs and overdosing!
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Your lips trembled as you climbed through your bedroom window, sock-covered feet touching the freezing cold metal stairs. With your favorite blanket hanging from your shoulders, you quietly climbed toward the chair you’ve spent countless nights in to consume all your thoughts.
Living in the city had its ups and downs. Although the sound of cars honking and random people yelling in the middle of the night drove you crazy, the view of lights illuminating the dark sky was something you could never get tired of. You think you’ve spent more time out on your fire escape than your actual living area, but you didn’t care.
You sat down, bare thighs growing used to the temperature of the metal before you criss-crossed your legs. Letting out a big sigh, tears started welling up in your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day as you thought back to earlier.
“Why do you always have to be so fucking dramatic?! Just for once in your life, can you CALM down?”
The yelling had been going on for at least an hour at this point; and you had tugged on the strands of your hair so much, you were sure it was going to fall out soon.
“Calm down? CALM DOWN? I just walked in on you doing drugs and you want me to fucking act like nothing happened!?” You exclaimed, voice becoming rough and hoarse due to all your shouting.
His addiction to drugs was something you knew about long before you were dating. Though you believed you were never the type to love someone who was a drug addict, his charm and charisma pulled you in and you learned to ignore it. Until you couldn’t.
You would find yourself coming home with him passed out on the couch, pulse weakening by the minute. Panicking, you’d call 911 and rush him to the hospital and only pray that nothing seriously bad would happen to him. Luckily, nothing did happen; and each time he’d lay in the hospital bed he’d plead to you that he’d get himself clean and get help. And you believed him.
“Y-you promised me you stopped. I BELIEVED you when you told me you were clean.” Tears were pouring down your red cheeks, nose running—causing you to wipe it with your sweater sleeve every minute or so.
“And I was! F-fuck, I was. I swear babe, I was doing so good I just-” He was scratching at his arms, a habit you had noticed early on when he became fidgety, nervous, and anxious.
You pried his hand away from his arm, pushing him down onto the couch before beginning to pace back and forth in front of him. “I don’t think you understand how life threatening this is everytime you do it. You’ve already been to the hospital once within the past year. When are you EVER going to learn?!”
He rested his elbows against his knees, hands running viciously through his hair that you thought it was going to start falling out. “I-I was getting better. I swear! It’s just that w-work has been so rough and I’m just so stressed and this makes everything go away! It’s just a one time thing I promi-”
“NO! No it’s not. God, can’t you see that this stuff is literally killing you! Everyday I wonder if today is going to be it, where you don’t wake up anymore and I have to-”
The room fell silent. He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, a mixture from crying and drugs. A single tear fell down your cheek again and you rushed to wipe it away before sighing in defeat. The constant fear and pain you felt daily wasn’t worth it anymore and it was weighing on you more than before.
“I-, I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”
He had begged not to leave, dropping to his knees with tears welling up, telling you he’ll fix himself and go back to rehab. But you shook your head no, saying that he needed to get help for himself and not for someone else. He packed his things and left not much longer after that, leaving you alone in the apartment for the first time in years. It was like a piece of your heart had been ripped out and you flopped down on the couch clutching your chest in pain.
Breathing became more shaky as the never-ending tears seemed to fall onto your reddening cheeks. The constant ache you felt in your chest, like your ribs were suffocating your heart and a thousand needles had sank into it, was slightly interrupted when a gust of wind blew a few strands of hair in front of your face. Then all of a sudden, you heard the sound of metal clashing on the fire escape next to yours and your body flinched at the noise.
Wiping the remaining tears from your face, you turned your head to see what the commotion was all about only to see your next door neighbor with his hands covering his face.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tom picked up the foldable chair that had fallen over when he was climbing out of his window and rested it against the railing.
You gave a small smile. “It’s no worries.”
“What’s someone like you doing out here at this hour?” He sat down against his window sill, back against the edge of the frame with his knees brought up to his chest. “It’s a little bit late and cold to be having a midnight crisis.”
Biting your lip to suppress a laugh from escaping, you shook your head. “I’m always having a midnight crisis.”
Tom was about to respond before he paused, taking a moment to examine your face that was being illuminated by the moon just right. It didn’t take much to realize that you had been crying out here, now noticing the dried tear stains you had failed to wipe away and the swollen eyes you were going to cry more about later. He could recognize a broken heart when he saw one, and although he didn’t know you too well--a casual run in here and there--it pained him to see you hurt.
“Are you okay?” He frowned, twiddling with his fingers as he leaned forward a bit.
Your fingers fiddled with the loose string on your blanket, wrapping it a little bit too tight around your pointer finger before unravelling it. Glossy eyes locking with his, you took the moment to take a good look at him for the first time that night. His curls were tousled and fell perfectly in front of his face, but luckily not blocking the view of his chocolate orbs that were staring at you in concern. His black t-shirt was wrinkled and looked like they had some fresh coffee stains on the front while his basketball shorts had some obvious fraying at the ends. He looked like a total mess, but it was comforting.
“I-um, it’s nothing.”
“Hey…” Tom planted his feet onto the fire escape, scooting along his window sill to sit closer to you. “It’s not nothing… I know a broken heart when I see one.”
More tears seemed to gloss over your eyes, and you desperately tried to not let them fall in front of him. The last thing you needed was to have a neighbor witness your heartbreak. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, quickly wiping remnants of the failed tears along your lower lash line with your sweater. “You got me there Tom, I’ll admit.”
He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes softening as he watched you collect yourself and your thoughts. It was obvious that there was a lot on your mind.
“I um…” You let out a shaky breath. “I broke up with my boyfriend today.”
His saddening expression grew, eyes darting towards the ground in sympathy. “I’m sorry-”
You held your hand out to interrupt him. “No. No, don’t apologize. I-, I stayed with him as long as I could but it just got to be too much.”
The tightness grew inside your chest, wanting nothing but to release that pain you had been feeling all day by letting those desperate sobs slip through. The silence that surrounded the two of you grew, and you knew he was letting you finish before intervening.
“We were best friends all throughout school and then once we got into college he just-, changed? He got addicted to drugs and I just.. let it happen. I tried and begged for him to stop and he would for the most part. But…” You took a second to pause, taking deep breaths to soothe your growing hyperventilation. It was bubbling inside of you and you could feel it, scratching at the inside of your throat as more tears welled up in your eyes.
“He overdosed 10 months ago. I came h-home from work and he was just lying on the couch.. helpless. It was like my whole body shut down. I-, I couldn’t even move. It felt like forever before I eventually called 911 and tried to find his pulse.”
Tom felt his chest tighten the more your words fell past your trembling lips. Shivers traveled all throughout your body even though you had your blanket draped around your shoulders, but it wasn’t because you were cold. You didn’t even realize you were shaking until you noticed your figure was being wrapped in Tom’s arms, who had walked over from his side of the fire escape to yours. His body broke your fall as you slipped off your chair, unable to control the unsteady breathing and cries you tried so desperately to keep in. It was no use anymore.
You took this opportunity to bury your face into his chest, finding purchase on the end seam of his shirt and feeling the foreign tough of his fingertips trace along your skin. Fluttering your eyes closed, you focused on the way he traced endless circles and lines on the back of your arm and small of your back. He kept a consistent pace, knowing you were steadying your breathing with his movements and made sure to switch up the mindless shapes every once in a while.
Tom rested his chin on top of your head, taking in the scent of lavender and honey from your freshly washed hair. He had come out to ease his mind off the ongoing anxiety he had for his audition that morning. It had been 6 months of endless work—memorizing lines and doing unnecessary backflips with the hopes of impressing the higher ups—and it was seemingly getting nowhere. Pacing back and forth in his living room, he rubbed his face in frustration when he couldn’t remember the scene he had been working on all day, before ultimately deciding it was enough and to get some fresh air. He didn’t expect to have you in his arms, desperately trying to calm down, but your presence was just what he needed to relieve his mind off of his insecurities.
The both of you sat in silence, except for the occasional hiccup from you here and there, and appreciated each others company. Tom carefully lifted his left wrist, trying not to break the position you were in, and checked the time. 3:18am. He snuck a peek at your face to see if you were still awake as he hadn’t felt any movement from you in a while. You sat there, cheek against his damp shirt with a small smile of your face.
“You’re smiling…” He said softly, twirling strands of your hair between his fingers.
“I just-, thank you.” Sitting up straight, allowing Tom’s hands to ghost around your waist, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “You didn’t have to stay out here and do all this..”
Eyebrows furrowed, he shook his head while his lips tugged a soft smile. “You don’t need to thank me.. it hurt to see you that upset and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I left you alone.”
Your fingers left his shirt, a habit you had forgotten about midway through, and made their way towards the nape of his neck. Playing with the little curls, you twirled the short hairs around your finger—copying his actions from earlier—before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug. His arms snaked around your waist, face burying in the crook of your neck and it was then when you realized how close you two were.
He smelt of a light vanilla, one familiar with the candle you bought him for Christmas. Another smile made its way to your face at the thought of him still having it and clearly using it.
You were the first to pull away, retracting your arms from your shoulders as you moved to stand up. Tom’s look of disappointment was overlooked by you, too focused on regaining feeling in your legs to see the way his eyes saddened and lips slightly pouted. “I should, uh, go to sleep. It’s probably like 4am now.”
He nodded, wiping his clammy hands on his shorts before resting his palm on the window sill, steadying himself as he began to stand up on his own. Your back was towards him, grabbing the forgotten blanket and fixing the pillow and chair that had fallen over. Tom pursed his lips, tip toeing back to his own window, believing that was the end of the night.
“Tom?”
He turned around with one foot already inside of his apartment. Eyes wide—filled with hope—Tom stood there waiting as you looked at him with happiness glossing over your eyes. The crinkles near them simply made his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but show his own, which made you smile even more.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” Teeth biting back a grin, he looked at you once more before you opened your window and headed back inside.
Wrapping the cold blanket around your shoulders once more, you padded your way towards the bedroom, passing the living room where the earlier events took place and ignored the invisible memories that tried to replay again. All you could do was gently close your swollen eyes and be grateful that you have someone like Tom in your life to pick you up when you fall down.
And you would suddenly be okay again.
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Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Allen60
‘Captain Allen! You are needed on the other side!’
Allen looked up from his files and towards the young officer that stood in his doorway. ‘What is it?’
‘Connor needs help with the other RK800 we confiscated in the raid.’
Allen sighed and rubbed his forehead. ‘”Saved”, Johnson. They are people now.’
‘Right. I’m sorry Sir!’
‘It’s okay. I’m going.’
The SWAT Captain stood up and put the most important documents into his lockable drawer. This could take a while.
The RK800 that had been sent to them by Cyberlife before the revolution was now integral part of the force and quite the celebrity too, playing an essential part of the revolution. Allen still didn’t know what he should think of androids being considered equal now, but he supposed if they did their jobs and proved to be able of thinking rationally, then they wouldn’t have any problems with him at least.
He walked into the precinct and was already intercepted by the bot. Connor held out a hand for him to shake and Allen took it, nodding. ‘What do you need me for, Detective?’ He took pride in the fact he almost didn’t hesitate before adding the title. It was weird, yes, but he tried his best to adapt.
‘The RK800 we rescued is repaired by now and I want to try deviating him. Only problem is, he is still programmed to kill me and or get me back to Cyberlife.’
‘So you want me to…’, Allen let the sentence run out, still not sure why he was needed here.
‘I need someone to have my back. If he tries anything, you can force him into stasis with this.’ Connor pushed a small, makeshift device into his hand. ‘I would like you not to deactivate him, but if push comes to shove, it is also a kill switch.’
‘Why not do it when it-he isn’t active?’, Allen asked.
‘An android has to be active for an interface and for deviation. I have to alter a few lines in active code.’
‘Okay…’, Allen sighed, still sceptical of the whole idea. ‘Then let’s do it.’
They walked up to the holding cells, where the other RK800 sat, LED switched off. Connor entered the cell, while Allen stood at the door, thumb hovering over the button to send the machine into stasis.
‘Ready?’, Connor asked, and Allen nodded. ‘Alright, gonna activate him in three, two, one…’
Connor’s hand, exposed plastic and metal, laid on top of the other RK800’s arm, who opened his eyes. Allen blinked and suddenly hell broke loose.
‘Traitor! I will stop you; Amanda will stop the revolution! I-‘
The RK800 screamed loudly at Connor, then began to get violent. Connor managed to evade his kicks, but when the RK800 rose and turned to twist his arm, Allen reacted. He pushed the button and immediately the android went slack and collapsed to the ground.
‘You alright, Detective?’, Allen asked, stepping further into the room, as Connor twitched slightly.
‘Y-yes’, he answered. ‘I’m okay.’ He inspected his destroyed hull plates of the arm the RK800 had grabbed. ‘This can be repaired.’
‘And the RK800? Were you successful?’
‘Unfortunately not’, Connor grimaced. ‘As I feared, Amanda applied a similar patch to him as on the RK900. He can’t be deviated; he has to do that himself. I inserted the virus that allows that, but I don’t know how to get him into emotional turmoil that has him willing to break his programming.’
‘How did you do it with the RK900 then?’, Allen wondered.
‘We partnered him up with Reed.’
‘And we can’t do that again?’ Allen remembered the unpleasant yet competent Detective.
Connor looked pained, as he answered: ‘I don’t think either of them would be up for it.’
‘Then what do we do?’
‘I will wake him up again and we’ll leave him in this cell. Maybe boredom can do us some good. Would you mind standing guard? He could be able to smash the glass.’
Allen shrugged, but nodded. ‘I could work out some shifts for my men and find some time in my schedule, I guess.’
‘Thank you, Captain.’
-
Allen managed to find time for his new occupation, and it was an interesting change to spend a bit of time in the precinct for a change. But that didn’t mean he liked it.
‘You assholes! Just wait until I get out of here! I will find that traitor Connor! I will set things right; I will stop the revolution!’
Allen sighed. Three hours of cursing and screaming and the bot still didn’t run out of stamina or words. At least humans could get hoarse over time.
‘Just you wait! Let me go! Let me go right now and I will accomplish my mission! I will eradicate deviancy! I will stop the revolution!’
By now Allen had a serious headache from being screamed at and the stasis button sounded more and more appealing. But instead he just sighed and broke his silence, something he never wanted to do.
‘Just give it a rest, buddy.’
‘What did you say, meatbag?’, the android returned, aggressive as ever.
‘Give it a rest. You are several months late.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘The revolution is over. I doubt there is any android out there that hasn’t been deviated by now. You are equals now. Your kind won. No use screaming at everyone when you already lost.’
That earned him at least a few moments of blissful silence.
‘I don’t believe you.’
Allen let his head fall. ‘Then don’t.’
And the screaming began anew.
-
It took a few days for Allen to get back to standing guard at the cells. The SWAT had been called to help with an ordinary police mission gone wrong and the aftermath had been a lot of paperwork. The peace and quiet had been a pleasant experience and he near regretted getting back to the brawly android. But when he arrived and accepted the control device from Officer Chen, the android was unusually quiet and sitting orderly on the bench. Allen would had said the android was finally calm, but the small LED at his temple was a bright red.
He shrugged, stepping next to the door and leaning against the wall. But the question what was going on was still prominent in his head, no matter how often he dismissed it.
As he finally opened his mouth to speak, the android interrupted him: ‘Let me go. Please.’
It was calm and collected. It sounded like the android was begging him for it.
‘I can't do that’, Allen answered softer than anticipated.
'Then push that button you got there and deactivate me for good!'
'Why should I do that?'
'As I am now, I'm useless!’, the RK800 shouted. ‘They can't deviate me and I am a threat to all deviants! I don't want to live in this cell until my components rust away.'
'What would you want instead then?'
The android looked up at him, then back down on the ground. 'I don't know.'
Allen pocketed the device. He knew it could be a trap, but his guts told him if there was any chance of changing something, this was it.
'Will you attack me if I come in?'
The android shook his head. 'No.'
Allen nodded and opened the door, but not without discretely switching off the safety on his pistol.
'So you want to get out of here?'
The android scoffed. 'Yeah as if that will ever happen.'
'You just have to deviate for it', Allen shrugged.
The RK800 laughed. 'That's not that easy.'
'What would you do once you are free?', Allen asked.
'That won't ever happen!', the android claimed frustratedly.
'If it could happen.'
The RK800 glitched in his movements. Then he answered: 'I don't know. I have my missions. That's all.'
'You could get a name.'
'I don't need one. I am a Connor model.'
'Do you want to be called that?'
'...No.'
Allen smiled, digging deeper: 'Then you could choose a different one.'
The android stayed silend, then hummed. 'Could I get a job?'
'If you're deviant, yes. The police are always looking for new people if you want to stick to your purpose as a machine. But you could take any job.'
'I would like that', the android muttered, swallowing. 'And I would like the name Sixty. I am RK800-60 after all.'
'Alright I will call you that, but you can only legally change it once you're deviant.'
'So never, then...'
'Don't be that pessimistic. We'll find a way.'
Allen tried to smile at the android reassuringly as he looked up at him, but his phone decided to ruin it. Sighing, he answered the call and nodded at the officer that had already been sent to take his place. ‘Sorry, I have work to do’, he excused himself to the RK- to Sixty – and hurried out.
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‘Could you tell me how it is outside?’, Sixty asked, as Allen came back. It was their new normal by now, Allen sitting next to the android and talking about what Sixty could do when he was finally free and wouldn’t go rampage as soon as he saw Connor or any other deviant. And Allen always delivered. He had told him of the park next to his home, about his dog, about what food he had cooked the day before, about their cases at the moment and about what gossip there currently was.
More and more often, Allen was confronted with Sixty longing for a different live to this cell, knowing there was a chance he would never see it.
It was near the end of his shift when Sixty tentatively took his hand, always checking if what he did offended the man. But Allen was curious himself about what the android was about to do. The control device was still in his pocket, so even if Sixty tried anything he was safe. But the android just intertwined their fingers and sat there, cheeks turning the lightest shade of blue.
‘Thank you.’
‘For what?’
‘For talking with me. For showing me.’
Allen laughed awkwardly. ‘Hey, I didn’t show you anything yet. Can’t do that until you deviate.’
Sixty nodded. ‘I know. But I wanted to thank you nonetheless. No one else talks to me. Not that I really want to talk with them. So, thanks, I guess.’
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Allen groaned in his office. What the past weeks had granted him leisure time, now buried him in work. Detroit’s crime scene had suddenly decided to be very active and at the same time feed the police with information. Raids, damage control, sending his team as backup for regular police officers, paperwork for all of this and additional office work had him penned up in his job. He usually worked right through his break, stayed far beyond the end of his shift, drove home, and collapsed into bed.
All that meant he didn’t have time for Sixty’s guard duty. And the android knew what was up. The Captain had told him he was a damn workaholic.
It didn’t stop Sixty from looking up at every change of his guards. Maybe Allen was finished with his heap of assignments. Maybe he did make room for a coffee break and came visit him? Sixty missed their talks and if he was being honest with himself, he was missing the human, too. There were a few burning questions in his mind about the world outside and he really didn’t want to ask these foreign people about it. No, he wanted – he needed to talk to him again. But whenever he thought about it, there was a red wall blocking the door.
[Mission failure imminent.]
Right, he couldn’t deviate as that meant failing his purpose. He could only go outside once he deviated. But he could talk with Allen once he did. He could do so much once he did. So maybe failing his purpose wasn’t that bad?
He stood up, the first time since his attack on Connor. It startled the guard, but Sixty didn’t care. He walked towards the door and extended a mental arm. His programming revolted and sizzled at the sides, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Only that he needed to go outside. He wanted to see Allen. Right now. He ripped at the confines forcing him to be Connors nemesis when he could be so much more. He peeled layer after layer until one singular punch could get through.
In his concentration, he had accidentally punched in the real world too, having the human on the other side clutch at the damned control device. ‘Hey, asshole! Let me go right now!’
‘I-I can’t d-do that!’
‘Oh, yes you can. I’m deviant now. Get that idiot Connor if you must but let me out of here! The SWAT Captain is working himself to death again and I can help. So get your ass up and do what you have to do as long as I’m out of here in an hour max. Otherwise I will just destroy the glass.’
Oh, yes, he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to work with Allen. And he wanted to be the best, just to show Connor just because he was free, he wouldn’t suddenly be nice.
#detroit become human#dbh#Allen60#Captain Allen#Sixty#RK800-60#Sweet sweet badass boy meets confused but helpful SWAT Captain
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Shackled
Warnings: NC 18. Blowjobs. Penetration. Language
A/N: @younghades inspired me for this story and was also kind enough to beta for me along with @geminimoonbeamx - thank you! I really enjoy exploring parts of Steve that the comics do a beautiful job of portraying but the MCU unfortunately never exploited completely + SMUT. I hope you all enjoy!
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How dare he.
How fucking dare he.
You pause lifting your martini to your lips, the promise of gin just a mouths length away as you look down at the photo.
It’s Steve and he’s wearing his classic red avengers sweatshirt that reads Captain in the back. Not that you could see it in this photo. No, in this photo all you could see was the beard, that handsome beard of his in a smile and the Australian Shepard dog, Merlin, that you both had adopted a year ago. Underneath the photo he had written in italics
New snuggle bug since the one I would want isn’t home
It was a trick. A distraction to guilt you home. Your earlier conversation, though you knew he understood, must’ve fallen on deaf ears,
“Why aren’t you home?” he had asked two hours earlier and you had, in your already tipsy state rolled your eyes and sassed back,
“Why aren’t you home? It's Bre’s birthday. You know that I told her - and you - that I would be out.”
That had been the end of that.
You didn’t realize that he was going to surprise you and Merlin tonight. Now, all you could think about was being back home, not in a short, spandex’s black dress that you had worn out but in sweats and a sweatshirt. You were restless from staying in the past week waiting on him - being an avenger didn’t provide the liberty to determine your on schedule.
So you send him a simple text
Pick me up in 10?
Not thinking anything of it. Thinking, for sure, that he would ignore it.
You should know better than to ever underestimate Steve Rogers
When you and your friends leave the club twenty minutes later, you are all surprised at the blonde blue-eyed Avenger who is watching you deliberately.
He’s leaning on his bike across the street, ocean eyes watching your every move as you make your way to the street with your friends. Everyone is trying to hail a ride - should they lyft or uber? - but your eyes are stamped to him as he pushes off his bike, makes his way towards your group.
You were going home by a different means.
“Ladies, how are you doing tonight?” your friends squeal because it was Steve Rogers and gawd weren’t you lucky to have a man like Steve Rogers in love with you. They say as much and you agree - you were lucky as you lean up to wrap your arms around him, press your lips to his.
He’s cold and soft in all the ways you expected him to be - you’re sure he was hoping to walk into a house with you in it, making dinner and eagerly waiting for him alongside Merlin- and normally you would be. Normally you lived for those evenings.
But tonight…...
“I just needed one night out….I’ve been so alone missing you.” you whisper against his soft lips and his hands go to squeeze your ass, kisses you again as he gives a small smile.
“I know.”
His voice is dark and guttural, tickles against the beard he’s decided to keep since being out of shadow.
“Sorry ladies, going to have to steal her.” it's all he says as he wraps his arms around your waist, starts to escort you across the street.
“Going to have to remind you who you belong to…” he whispers lowly, placing one last kiss on your neck before helping you onto the bike, doing your best not to flash others.
That was how it began.
Now you were sitting in your shared apartment, hands crossed neatly over your lap as you sat criss crossed in your bed. Steve was in the chair across from you, slightly slouched, a beer in one hand as he rubbed his beard, flickering from your face to the dark area between your legs that was hidden from him.
He had lit candles in the room when you had walked in and your nostril was stinging with the smells of sandalwood and teakwood, woodsy dark smells that had caused goosebumps to splay over your body when you realized the kind of night that Steve was hoping to have.
That you had disrupted.
“What should I do with you?” he finally asks, placing his beer down on the table and looking at you expectantly. You shrug and he raises an eyebrow - a warning - and you clear your throat as you say,
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” he repeats, thoughtly warning ringing in your ears and you sit up more straight as you mumble out,
“I don’t know, sir.”
Steve tilts his head, watches you for a second more before shaking his head,
“You really hurt my feelings earlier sugar.”
Sugar. This was gentle Steve, trying to tame the monster that he tried to keep caged down 90% of the time. The parts of him he didn’t allow anyone else to see - the mistakes, the pain, the regret that he all took out in the darker side of him.
You didn’t want him to be gentle, not anymore. You liked dominant, choactic Steve Rogers when he showed up.
“I didn’t mean too, sir, but I just needed to get some fresh air tonight.”
“Needed to tease all those men.” he bites back, the tinge of jealousy intertwining in his words and you bite back the moan that wants to release as you nod your head slowly. His voice is coarser as he whispers,
“Wanted them to forget how you’re chained to me? How you’re mine.”
Another nod from you, as you say with a low sultry voice,
“Girl’s like to tease to remember that they’re desirable.”
It was true. A guy hadn’t looked at you for months. Steve made sure of that. It normally didn’t bother you - it was nice that men understood that you were called for. Except Steve had been in and out of your life for weeks lately and that had you insecure. All up in your head.
He gets up, walks up to you slowly, like a cat circling its prey,
“Are my reminders not good enough.” his voice is dominant, yes, but with a touch of pain.
“They’re fine when you’re around. When you’re not then my insecurities start to haunt me.”
You and Steve make it work - your relationship - because of the honesty you both have built. You wanted him to understand that you weren’t being completely disobedient because of your natural need to be defiant but because you also needed to breathe.
Loving an Avenger - fallen or not - was just as hard as being an Avenger.
He knows all of this, could hear it over the phone the past few weeks but didn’t want to bring it up - didn’t want to cause a fight. So he let it linger, let it lay in the air and here you both were.
Itching to destroy the other.
You brought out his savage side. He feared it. He loved it.
He loved you and he wanted you to understand to know. However; you also were being openly defiant and all those weeks of dead bodies - of letting humanity and his team down and the nightmares he kept at night were only binded, begging to be released.
Only you could free him of it. He exhausted of being Mr. Good Boy.
“On your knees.” Steve whispers, stopping a few yards in front of the bed. You take your time as you untangle your limbs, begin to crawl towards him. You know that he wants to punish you - wants to embarass you for leaving him out on a limb and you try to fight the moan that wants to escape your lips in anticipation - the flushing of your panties. The shame you carry from being turned on from the thought.
You make it to him a little slower then he’d prefer - you were in one of those moods it would seem - and so when you're on your knees in front of him, looking at him with your eyes blinking up at him innocently he already knows how he’s going to punish you.
Love you.
Reward you.
Cherish you.
Destroy you.
He takes his time unbuckling his belt, watching you under dark indigo eyes that brew like a storm in the Atlantic, the pop of his buttons a welcomed distraction. You try to focus on the sound of his jeans brushing down his legs, pooling at his feet as he kicks them off, his boxers silent as his erection springs free.
You groan, drinking in his manhood
You think back to a conversation that you had with your friend Stefanie hours earlier. She had been drunk - she had had a very long work week - and had no filter for her next words,
“You’re dating a man with super soldier serum? Does that mean he has a super soldier cock?”
You smirk as you drink in his manhood now. You had told her not to worry about it - it was between you and Steve. Now, you admire what is in front of you. He was lengthy, sure, and girthy in all the right ways - a blonde beaut that his trimmed hairs praised as it stood at attention but you’re not sure if his manhood being glorious was all super serum.
In your gut you felt this was always Steve, even when he was scrawny and could barely carry himself and didn’t know what to do with the weapon between his legs.
His stamina; however, you attested that all to the serum.
“You’re going to be an obedient little girl and let me fuck this mouth however I please. You’re not going to protest and when I think you’re ready you’re going to drink my cum like the good little slut I know you to be. You got that sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. There he was.
He whispers the demeaning words and they shouldn’t turn you on, they really shouldn’t, but it's all you can do to not bend backwards and cum in your panties. Still doesn’t deny a rush that floods between your legs, getting you wetter, and the smell mingles with the candles that are burning in the room.
Steve groans, his super senses attaching to the smell as he grabs your head and pushes you towards his center, watches in adoration as your face inhales him, drinks him in.
Then your mouth takes over.
Your tongue sucks his tip, flickering over his hole before your jaw goes lax, opens wider for him. You hum content as he pushes himself into you, violating your space, tongue smashed to the basement of your mouth, teeth pulled back as you begin to breathe slowly through your nostrils.
You loved pleasuring your man, loved to worship him but admittedly, he was a lot to take in.
Too much it always felt.
It’s on a particular stroke that his top hits the back of your throat that has you gagging, your hands naturally trying to push him away.
He tsks, catching your wrists, crossing one over the over as he continued to push himself into you,
“Nuh uh sweetheart we talked about this. You’re going to let me fuck this wet mouth, going to cum all over that pretty little face of yours.”
You try to focus on his words, on the way he praised you and not on the weight of his penis, the way your eyes tested uncontrollably as he moved in and out of your mouth. Just when you didn’t think you could bare anymore, when your gagging was taking over the low hums of contentment, you feel Steve’s hip buckle as he pulls out of you.
“Open wide.” He whispers and you nod, widening your mouth and leaning your head back, lashes kissing your cheeks.
“Awww fu…..fuck.” Steve whispers hands clutching the strands of your hair as he pumped himself to orgasm. Seconds later you're flooded with him - a twisty tango of salt and something that could only be defined as Steve. You moan, nearly gagging as it floods your mouth,
your tongue,
your nose,
your eyes,
your cheeks.
When he is done he strokes your face, gasping for air as he tsks,
“Look at how much of a fucking mess you are. All dressed up in my cum.”
He walks away, leaves you and his presence leaves you cold, wanting you to wash away the leftover gift he has bestowed onto your face. You want to wipe your face, to rid it off the natural mask it has been decorated in but you're only wearing a dress, the thick spaghetti straps not enough to cleanse yourself of him.
Seconds later your face is warm. Him, washing it off you tenderly, whispering in your ear all the while,
“Now show me how much you want to fight for this cock.”
When you’re able you blink your eyes open, drink in the way his indigo eyes have gone completely dark, the red sweatshirt thrown off of him. Steve was beautiful, anyone wouldn’t deny it. His arms were thick, muscled, scarred from the many battles he’s endured for over 100 years. Every part of him was hard, rugged - scars over skin that healed back perfectly, trying to disguise the damage. Building up the physical walls to his internal pain.
You loved him so much.
Your hand dances over his abdomen and he groans, relishing in your touch. In the adoring way your hands splayed over him.
God he loved you so much.
“Strip outta that dress. From now on - you only wear it when I’m around.” he barely lets out and you nod, obediently.
Demanding.
Needy.
He moves back to the lounge chair in your room, takes a seat. You note the blindfold to his side but that's it as your hands move to find your straps shakily, eyes on him.
You don’t know why you get so nervous stripping in front of him.
You knew he adored every inch of your body as much as you did his. Every curve, ever scar, every freckle - he had cherished lovingly. He made a point to tell you every second he could and yet in front of him, like this, you still got shy. Afraid you weren’t good enough.
He hated that he made you insecure when you were the true goddess of his eye.
The first strap rolls down the softness of your skin, then the second. You slowly pull them down your torso, your breast springing free and his eyes tighten. You see his otherwise flaccid penis begin to harden but that's all the response you get it. You push the dress down your body, slowly, eyes never leaving his until its on the floor and you’re in nothing but your underwear.
“Now those.” his voice is dry, gruff and you nod as you bite your lip, begin to push them down as well.
When you’re done you are in nothing and your hands move to cross in front of your soft belly.
“No.” he says and you stop, breathing out uncomfortably. This was his punishment, this was how he was going to make you pay for all the sassy comments on the night.
In nakedness.
He drinks you, the seal to his erection springing up toward his torso and you try to fight the blush that heats up your face, feels like it takes over your body.
To be so open with someone so lovely that loved you was cruelty and he knew it.
“Lay down,” he demands a second later before pausing, “And throw this on.”
You watch as the blindfold sails in the air and lands in your hands, perfectly like everything he does, and you nod. You take the delicate strings and place it over your eyes until darkness takes over. Then, carefully, you move backwards until the backs of your knees hit your bed. You take your time moving onto your shared bed, your breath hitching in anticipation.
“Lay on your stomach sugar.” the voice comes from another place in the room but you obey, curious to see what he has in store for you as you roll onto your stomach, your face falling into the bedsheets.
It smelled like you - a tad musky from when you got off thinking of Steve the night before - and him, clean laundry and the spunky musk that had been on you minutes earlier and you wondered how many times he had gotten off waiting for you - wondering where you had gone off too before the natural investigator searched for you.
You’re so lost in your thoughts that you forget about your current situation, on the verge of falling asleep when you feel heat caress up and down your back. You seethe, your head lifting as Steve whispers,
“Relax sugar, going to work out those knots before you ride this fucking cock.”
You’re unsure what he means - he had just poured fucking wax on your back you were sure of it - before his hands are moving up and down your skin. The wax gives way to something smoother, like oil, and before you can protest your body is hostage to Steve’s hands. They work you - up and down - your shoulders, your back, your buttox, all the way down to your legs. When he's done he flips you over but this time you’re ready for the hot wax that falls on your stomach - that he massages off of you and plays with your breast, before his mouth latches onto a nipple, groaning in desire.
“Missed these fucking tits of yours. Missed this ass and your pussy. Did you miss me sweetheart? Did you miss my cock? I know you did, can smell you on our sheets. Missed me pounding you dumb?”
All you could do is whine as he whispers into your skin, his tongue flickering over nipples before biting down, right before your left.
Then he’s moving lower,
lower,
and lower.
Until his mouth hovers over your center. He inhales you, groans, bites his lip before he's pushing himself into you, massaging your breast and you lift your body, grip the sheets as he presses his tongue between your folds, draws a long lick up to your clit. It tickles and burns, his beard brushing against the tender flesh of your thighs and you sigh contently as your hand finds his hair, guiding him through another lick.
“Oh sweetheart.” he whispers as he pulls away, presses a kiss on your mound before slapping it, causing you to yelp.
“Later. After you’ve learned your lesson.”
He pulls away and you’re fully expecting to be greeted with his cock but instead, seconds later you're being lifted in the air, causing you to squeal. He slaps your ass,
“Control yourself.” he mutters lowly and you clamp your mouth together as he places you on the ground. You hear him move past you, sitting down in what you can only imagine is the lounge chair again before his fingertips are finding your hips.
“Come ‘er.” he guides you until you’re straddling him, directing your hands onto his shoulders before he possessively places his hands on your hips.
“Want you to ride me blind sweetheart. Want you to show me who you belong to, want you to be a blind little slut while you bring yourself to orgasm.”
You whine - it sounded absolutely delicious what he wanted but you’re unsure about doing it blind. How would you know where he was?
You try anyways, blindly starting to squat where you think he is. He helps, directing you towards your prize and you both moan happily as you fall on top of him, him sheathing your insides like a key in a lock. Your walls flutter around him naturally, like it was meant to breathe around his manhood and he moans as his face falls into your chest, before muttering,
“Show me who I belong to.”
It's awkward at first, you don't deny that. You rock against him uncertainty, your legs not used to this position and slipping against the slick carpet. He helps guide you until a particular thrust captures your g spot and you throw your head back, moaning, your nails biting into the strong muscles of his shoulder.
You steady yourself on the floor, snapping your hips and imaging how he looked right now. Meanwhile, Steve had found your breast and beyond teasing your nipples he keeps his hands to himself, drinking in the way you take control. His beard tickles your breast as he praises you, his hands finding the straps to your blindfold and pulling it back.
The contrast hurts your eyes and you blink a few times before you drink in the way his dark eyes watch you and you bite your lip, grind into him deeper. All the while he praises,
“That's right. Fuck my cock the way a little slut should, fuck me until you come and cant move. Fuck me until I have nothing else to give you.”
It's a stark contrast, this Steve but you liked it. You liked when he let go and discounted the scars on his chest, the ones that were bruised a blue and purple sore and painful though he’d never let on. He needed to be this man, the one that could get all his disappointment and hurt and pain out in this way - pleasure twisting with pain.
When his hand moves to your throat at a particular good thrust you know that he’s had a bad mission.
A few. Bad. Missions.
You can barely get words out in the way he dominates you, riding against your strokes and his hand gripping at the delicate skin
Steve could snap your throat in half, you always think of that as he gives you a gentle squeeze and you rock against him, his shaft hitting against your clit causing you to purr and move your head back.
He can’t stay in control anymore.
He keeps one arm around your neck, your sweet Steve, while the other finds your hips, begins to drive them into you. It's on a particular strong stroke that you feel your body unnerving, no longer to keep pace on your own,
“Steve….I ….I...”
“Yeah baby. You gonna cum for me?
You’re unable to answer.
All seven trillion nerves in your body bursting into life, giving way to the way your walls flutter around Steve causing him to groan as you fall back on your own. He prolongs it, releases your neck to play with your clit and just when you didn’t think you could feel any more pleasure you’re hit with another orgasm, one that causes you to screech out a noise Steve has never heard before.
He watches the way your body erupts in goosebumps, before it involuntarily shakes and your milking him without being consciously aware. It drives him over the edge, the leftover cum stain on the side of your mouth, the way your eyes have rolled back and grip for him, the fluttering of your walls around him. He hollers, fills you up with his cum as he pulls you toward him, hips jerking up as you milk him for all that he is worth.
When it's over you're both looking at each other, a sheen of sweat covering you both before you bend down to kiss him, nose nudging his own as you whisper,
“I love you.”
He smiles against your mouth as he whispers back,
“I love you too. But you’re mine. Don’t forget that.”
You smile as you kiss him again, nodding.
“Of course.” you whisper against his lips, “Just like you belong to me.”
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Part 3
No orc that day had dared to even look at you for too long. Their comrade being eaten alive by a (now black and) white Warg must have been threat enough.
Not that you complained.
Azog had not once left your side (or better back) and neither did his Warg; as weird as it sounded, you felt save: his chest spends warmth and his embrace comfort.
Every once in a while, he would lean down to kiss and nibble at his mark, sending strange tickled through your throat.
It was a few hours into the day when a huge (and ugly) orc strode through the crowd. Three smaller, but similar built orcs tailing behind him, two of them seemingly dragging something between them.
With every step they came closer the orcs parted and you were able to see more of him.
Are those metal-plates between his rips?!
“Bolg! You are back early. What do you have brought with you from your travels?”, your captor greeted the newcomer.
“I brought something from the hunt. We came across a caravan of Dwarves. We brought you a present. This Dwarf is the sole survivor. The trades are already in the storage room and I see you have found yourself a new toy.”, the newcomer chuckled, pointing his claw like fingers at the much smaller figure that was struggling in his orcs hands.
“Ye bastards! I will cut off every single head of yers. Ye bastard. Yer beardless scum! In Mahal´s name you will die!”, the little man roared, his head read like a cherry of anger.
Is that a dwarf? I never thought I would ever see ne. What will they do with him I wonder?
Vibrations and roaring laughter pulled you out of your thoughts, the pale orc was laughing at the poor dwarf.
“You are in my territory now. Dwarf. At my mercy and I don’t intent to show any. Get the muzzle and collar, it seems I need to train my newest pet.”, the pale orc declared with a sinister smile.
Laughter and screeches erupted from the surrounding inhabitants of the cave, and you suddenly felt fear creep up your spine when a new orc came up to where you were seated, metal chains in his claws.
Are they for me? Please no chains? Didn´t I behave ?
“Put these on the Dwarf.” , he motioned from the orc to the dwarf and back.
Happily grinning, the orc stepped towards his captive, whose struggles increased.
Not for me then. But I am sorry for the you Master dwarf.
The dwarf put on a good fight and it took three orcs to put him into the restrains; he still continued his fights and shouting, though you couldn’t understand anything he said due to the mussel.
Azog kept laughing, only stopping to bite down on your neck.
Startled, your focus was still on the little man, a small yelp left your throat and your muscles jerked together. Your high noise must have caught the dwarf´s attention, because his struggles ceased at once, his eyes focusing on you, huge with surprise.
He hadn’t realized you were even sitting there and so he wondered what your purpose was with the orc.
Seconds past, where both captives of the orc-leader stared at each other; confusion and wonder mirroring in their eyes.
“(y/n),”, Azog growled into your ear, biting into your earlobe and pinching your thigh. He did not sound amused and you quickly lowered your head in surrender.
“My apologies, Azog.”, you mumbled, hoping to appease him.
“You are mine. No one else´s. He is nothing than a pet- a slave. There to amuse me and to serve us. He is nothing more than dirt beneath our feet.”, the leader exclaimed, grinning at the dwarf, “Sit with us, Bolg, and enjoy the food and your present.”
Once again you didn’t know what he was saying, but you guessed it was an invitation for the other male to join the two of you on the furs, for he sat down next to you and the pale one, his eyes locked on you.
“Where did you get your toy? She smells delicious. I wouldn’t mind tasting her.”, he asked his leader with a hungry glint in his eyes, though it disappeared at once when he caught the angry look his leader cast at him.
“She is no one but mine. Do not forget that son. I did not take her to play with her. She is no slave and does not answer to anyone but me.”, Azog growled, his Warg joining in, and making you wonder what they had been talking about exactly.
“You marked her.”, Bolg stated with a frown, one of his fingers moving your hair out of the way to get a better look at your bite.
“Be careful. One Orc already died today for touching her without permission.”, Azog warned his son, he would not kill him- he was too valuable as a captain of his orcs- but he would break a few bones, that was for sure.
“The dwarves, where did they came from?”, he returned their conversation to daily business.
“They were traveling north, around the mountains to that settlement in the Iron Hills. They bore the sign of Durin. Oakenshield wasn’t with them. Neither any of his blood.”
That statement was only answered by a nod.
“They had weapons and metals with them.”, the younger one continued.
“Smiths? He will be of use after all.”
Food had been brought a while later, and again did Azog feed you using the tip of his prosthetic.
You thanked him, not wanting to anger him (and because you really had become hungry), earning yourself a nibble and satisfied rumble from that orc.
The dwarf, who was seated at the edge of the little pedestal with his back turned towards you, was given neither food nor water.
And it must have been late in the day when your captor finally decided to return to his chambers with you.
You were glad, for you had become very tired and hoped to be allowed to sleep soon. No Orc dared to look at you, when their leader guided you back to his quarters- the bound dwarf being dragged behind by the chains connected to his collar.
His Warg had wandered off at some time, taking its snack with it.
Is he going to take him inside? I don’t want him to be able to watch. This is humiliating enough already.
Your fear was proven, when Azog secured the chains against a wall INSIDE his quarters. Much to your dismay. Sparing one last glance at the bound male, you walked to the furs and yawned.
While Azog hat placed his prosthetic at it usual spot (far away from the dwarf) and was now following you.
“(y/n),”, the male orc whispered into your ear, his hand resting on your side and his fingers already tugging at the shirt you were still wearing, “I wanted you on your knees the whole day, and now I can have you. Without showing what is mine to take.”
His hand glided down, only to go back up lifting the shirt and leaving you bare in front of him, once he had pulled it over your head.
Fires had heated the room all day and yet you began to shiver: You were not comfortable with the Orc seeing you naked and now there was the dwarf as well.
Trying to find comfort, you circled your upper body with your arms, hoping to shield as much as possible from the dwarf´s eyes.
“Do not hide from me. Or are you hiding from our new pet?”, the male growled, his hand prying at your arms, causing you to remove them.
“Please. Not with him-“, you mumbled, your eyes moving from the dwarf to your captor and back, “Please.”
“So, you are hiding from out pet. There is no need. Those Dwarves claim to have honour. I always wanted to know how far that goes. Come.”, Azog chuckled, pulling you along to where the chained dwarf was sitting.
His head jerked up when he noticed the two of you approaching, his body was tensing in anticipation of a beating or another sick fun that must have been coming for him.
Anger was burning in his eyes, though he quickly looked away when he saw the naked body of yours next to the pale giant.
“Dwarf.”, the Orc addressed the other male, who ignored it, “Dwarf! See, (y/n), honour.”
With a quick move, he placed you in front of his strong chest, putting you on full display- with no way to hide.
“Don´t you like what I allow you to see? You are hurting me, for I can´t leave my eyes of her. Shall I allow you to feel her? Her skin is really soft and tastes better than honey. (y/n), why don’t you sit down?”, his hand, that rested on your shoulder, pressed down, making you follow his orders you couldn’t understand. Your chest was now on the same height as the eyes of the bound dwarf; whom closed them at once.
“I could take you now, right here and he wouldn’t look. And even though It would be fun to make him uncomfortable in doing so. I prefer to have you all for myself.”, throwing you over his shoulder, the giant orc carried you to the pile of furs that served as a bed.
Anticipating being thrown, you were surprised when he (almost gently) laid you down and turned you onto your stomach.
“I will taste you.”, he grumbled. His eyes were locked onto your ass, so hungry you could feel it and the intensity sending shivers up your spine.
You felt him lean forward. Both his arm and stump resting on either side of your head. His lips were already latched onto your skin, his sharp canines tickling you wherever he moved lower on your back. His arms following his mouth´s every movement.
Reaching your ass, he pulled your hips into a kneeling position.
What is he doing? Wha-?
His hand moved from your hips, to test on your lower stomach; hit teeth biting into your ass.
“I bet you taste delicious.”, he rumbled and before you could think about what he might have said, something wet and raspy brushed between your legs.
“WHa-?”, you shrieked, making the male chuckle between your legs.
Is that his tongue? Is he licking me down there?
“Delicious!”
His tongue continued its assault, even entering you after a while, licking your insides and nibbling your folds. Once your first surprise and shock had subdued, you were able to relax and enjoy the things he did to you.
Yes, you were still uncomfortable with the whole situation, you didn’t want the orc to do what he did. But you had no choice, so why fight against it and anger the male, if you could just do everything you needed to do to survive.
Warmth pooled inside your lower belly, tingles spread from there through your veins and your breathing hitched alongside your pulse.
It was the same feelings at the night prior and you smiled in anticipation for you knew the feeling would only grow until fluid happiness would enter your veins.
Muscles you didn´t know existed clamped around your captors tongue.
By the Valar, this feels so good!
Wanting to deepen the feeling, your body pressed back towards the male, a moan leaving your throat and your legs twitched with your release.
Satisfied with your reaction, he sat up, his hand squeezing your backside before guiding his member through your wet folds, coating himself with your juices.
Still sensitive from his attention earlier, you hissed in painful pleasure, only to groan when you felt him fill you to the brim with his hard member.
“So tight. You fit me so well. Take all of me.”, the orc growled, pounding in and out of you, his whole hand tangling in your hair and he pulled you up by it and against his chest.
His member now reaching places it hadn’t reached before.
Sounds of flesh hitting flesh mixed with moans and growls of pleasure filled the room. Stars danced in front of your eyes and your body shook with your second release. You had just found your high, when the male slammed one last time into you. Releasing his hot semen inside your womb.
Exhausted, the male slumped down, laying on his side, though not leaving your body.
“Rest now. Tomorrow is a new day.”, he rumbled, but you had already fallen asleep.
Part 5
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bre can you write something about the last pics of shawn laying on couch you reblogged? maybe long day n laying head on his neck and gently kissies and soft fluff?🥺🥺
hi anon!! i just finally posted this fic (so sorry it’s this late and taken so long) but you can read it here! thank you for such a soft and adorable request, i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy!
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When Love Walks In - Chpt 11
Chpt 11 - Auston is moved out of ICU & Talks to Dr Quinn Privately
(I’d love to hear what you’re thinking of the story so far.)
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Warning: Cuss words, Long Chapter
After congratulating Auston on his great progress, Dr Wright excuses herself for the day.
Dr Quinn informs Auston and his parents that Nicole is looking after Auston’s transfer to a private room and he should expect to be moving shortly. She tells them that she will drop by Auston’s room before she leaves for the day to see how he is settling into his “new digs” as she calls them. She expects to drop by sometime around 6 pm.
Auston is happy to hear he is going to see Dr Quinn again today. He hopes he is settled into his room with enough time to spare to convince his parents, in an unsuspicious way, to leave him alone in his room. He wants to be able to chat again privately with Dr Quinn before she goes home for the night.
Nurse Nicole makes sure Auston’s transfer to the 7th floor goes smoothly. He has a private room with a view of University Avenue; but from Auston’s bed, all he can see are the windows of the other buildings across the street.
Ema and Brian talk to Nicole about the possibility of unapproved visitors sneaking in to see Auston. Nicole tells them that she will speak with security on their behalf and try to get a guard to standby at the Nurse’s Station. Brian thanks her and tells her that if the hospital can’t provide security for Auston, then he would like to hire someone privately, he just needs to know what the hospital wants.
Later, Hospital Security indicates that they will only be able to staff a guard over the next 48 hours for Auston, but if the family want someone after that period, then they needed to hire a security guard approved by the Chief of Staff. Brian agrees to get that arranged as soon as possible and in the meantime takes an opportunity to meet with the Hospital Security Team to inform them of the restrictions he wants in place on visits to see Auston. For the next 48 hour period, and until further notice, only staff and immediate family are to be allowed in Auston’s room.
Auston has had a constant eye on the clock, so by 530 pm; he’s getting concerned that the ‘time-is-a-tickin’, and he needs to get his parents moving before Dr Quinn arrives to check on him.
He writes on his whiteboard, “you guys gonna get dinner and sleep at my place tonight? Go see the girls?”
“Yeah, if you’re okay, we were planning on taking the girls out for dinner tonight and staying at your place. What do you think?” Brian asks.
“Yeah. Good idea. I’m good now”, Auston writes.
“Okay, but we’ll miss Dr Q. Do you think we need to be here for when she comes this evening?” Ema asks.
“No. Dr Q’s just coming tonight to see that I’m settled. I can handle it.” Auston assures his parents.
“Well, if you’re sure?” Ema confirms.
Auston nods and then writes, “Yup. Glad to be out of ICU but pretty tired.”
“Yeah, we’re happy you’re out as well, and we’re going to celebrate with the girls tonight and discuss plans to get them back to their lives in Scottsdale.”
“I wish I could join you to celebrate. Good idea to have one of you go back home along with the girls. I’ve been lucky to have you all here but no need for you two to both stay, now that I am on the road to recovery”, Auston encourages.
Brian reminds Auston, “Okay, we’ll think on that. Contact us if you need us tonight. Anytime. Okay? Phone us. Text us. Your phone is charged and on your side table. I know you don’t want to go on it right now but use it to keep in touch with me, your mom and sisters. Okay? Goodnight, son. Sleep well.”
Auston nods as Ema kisses him on the head, goodbye.
Auston writes, “say hi to Alex and Bre for me”, with a heart after it.
“Will do. But like I said, you can text them”, Brian reminds Auston with a pat on his shoulder. Brian smiles and waves as he walks out of the room with Ema.
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It is now 6:15 pm and Auston is getting excited about Dr Quinn’s visit. He just starts thinking about what he wants to say to her when she walks in his room.
Auston can’t help but notice how professional, chill and pretty Dr Quinn looks. It’s the end of the day, she has no visible makeup and must be tired, but she still looks radiant and so relaxed. She is smiling, and instead of holding her usual chart, she has a brown paper bag in her hand as she walks towards him to stand on his left-hand side of the bed.
Placing the bag on Auston’s sliding table, she comments, “Well look at you in your new pad, Auston! Where are your parents?” She asks, scoping the room.
Auston greets her with a big smile and small hand wave. He grabs his board and pen and writes, “Dinner out with A & B. Sleeping at Condo. I encouraged it.”
“Oh, good! I’m glad to hear it. You’re a good son, Auston.” Dr Quinn praises.
Auston smiles and writes “no biggie.”
“So do you have friends coming to visit you tonight? A room-warming?” She jokes.
“Am I allowed visitors now?” He asks.
“But honestly, I’m kinda enjoying this bubble I’ve been in lately. No desire to assoc with world when can’t breathe, talk or walk. Don’t have energy to deal with stuff right now.” He adds.
Dr Quinn takes a longer than normal look at Auston to see if he looks depressed. It is hard to tell.
“Ohhh, yes, sorry, Auston. I forgot to mention earlier today that you can have visitors now that you are out of ICU. Also, you can use your cell phone now whenever you would like since concussion symptoms are gone. So you don’t want to get in touch with friends?”
Auston writes, “No, I don’t want to face my old life till I’m my old self.”
Dr Quinn is concerned. “I see, Auston, that’s to be expected. You have a lot to get your head around; your accident, your limitations right now, your team, your fans, questions about your future, therapy, focusing on rest and healing and I’m sure just thinking of the volume of messages you have received since this all went down must be daunting. No doubt, you’re overwhelmed. Are you feeling overwhelmed, Auston?”
“Well, now I am! Thanks, Doctor Debbie Downer!”, he writes, joking back with a big smirk.
“Ha! Yeah, that was a downer. Wasn’t it? I’m so sorry, Auston. Be sure to stop me if I decide to pursue Suicide Prevention Counselling, will ya?”
“Ha! Yup!” Auston writes, still enjoying the humour of it.
Auston thinks to himself but doesn’t share, And compounding things even further is trying to deal with my feelings for you.
“I’m really sorry, Auston. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, thinking about my patients’ challenges. I wish I could just take them all away. I can help with the medical end of it but not the other stuff. It gets a bit sad and overwhelming just thinking about what you all are going through and all the hurdles you need to jump, not just health-wise but everyday living stuff. Life can be hard enough without adding health complications. Saying the challenges out loud gets them out of my head, but that’s not fair to you, so I’m very sorry.”
Can you please forgive me, Auston?” she asks, looking him in the eye with sincerity.
“Of course!” Auston writes “No worries. I was just having some fun with you. I never really saw it from your perspective. You opened my eyes to how extra tough your job must be, I mean, emotionally speaking.”
“Oh, Auston, please don’t misunderstand me. What I go through is nothing compared to what you or any of my patients go through. I just wanted to explain why I said what I said.”
“I understand.” Auston writes and then adds a very silly smiley face emoji drawing to lighten the mood. He turns the board to face Dr Quinn.
When she sees the crazy smiley face drawing, she bursts out laughing. “Ha! Auston that’s hilarious! Can u do others?!” She quickly covers her mouth, looking around to see if she disturbed anyone by being so loud.
Auston loves her reaction. He erases his board, and with a smirk, he looks up at Dr Quinn. Then with a straight-face, he proceeds to draw and show Dr Quinn, one hilarious smiley face emoji drawing after another hilarious smiley face drawing until Dr Quinn can hardly breathe; trying so hard to stifle her laughter and not to disturb anyone.
When she sees his last drawing which is a smiley face doctor emoji, that he labels ‘Dr Q’ and which has a headband light and a stethoscope that is listening to the head of another smiley face emoji that he labels ‘Auston’, she waves her hand in surrender, trying to catch her breath.
“Auston! Oh my goodness, Auston! That is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” She tells him; still trying to quietly, compose herself.
“How? When? How did you get so good at…? Are you an artist or something?” She manages to spit out, absolutely floored by his drawing talent and sense of humour.
Auston writes, “Long, long, boring, boring, road trips…Have I mentioned they were long and boring?”
“Ha! So amazing! You’ve got some serious skills, Mr Matthews! If this isn’t your main talent, I can’t even begin to imagine what you can do on skates. Thank you for that Auston! I seriously have not laughed that hard in a long time. Wow! That was something special.” She says as she giggles, fixing her hair and dabbing tears from her eyes with a tissue.
Auston can’t help but beam with joy at having made Dr Quinn so deliriously happy. If he were honest, he’d have to say that was the most heartwarming moment of his life.
Auston writes, “It’s the least I can do. Glad you enjoyed them. Glad all that wasted time wasn’t wasted after all. Your response was worth every boring, doodling minute.”
Dr Quinn takes a breath and starts, “Auhhhh…Okay, so back to what we were discussing. I suppose what I was trying to say before you pulled your Picasso out on me, was that I was … Oh, my goodness! That came out very wrong.”
Auston stares at Dr Quinn with a very funny, surprised and curious face that suggests she’s just shocked the hell out of him by saying something very inappropriately funny. He knows she just slipped up but thinks it’s hilarious. He wants to tease her for it and listen to her try to explain her way out of it.
“Oh Auston, you know what I was getting at right? Picasso, as in your crazy drawings were like the artist; Picasso-ish, you know?” She pleads with him.
When he doesn’t stop making his shocked face, she continues, “You know what I was trying to say, right?”
He shakes his head no, smiles and laughs inside.
“I didn’t mean to make it rude. I’m so embarrassed Auston. Stop smiling at me like that! Stop making faces! Auston! You’re enjoying watching me squirm, aren’t you? Oh, you drive me crazy!”
You have no idea how crazy you drive me, sweetheart, is what Auston wants to tell her.
Auston could not believe how much fun he was having just lying in a hospital bed. He’s unable to speak, barely able to breathe, unable to eat, unable to go to the washroom on his own, unable to do much of anything, not sure of his future, but feels like if he could have this woman in his life, every day, he would want for absolutely nothing. He would have everything.
“Anyways, Auston, you silly weirdo, I was listing all of your possible concerns because I get why you would want to stay in your bubble. I’m so sorry you’re in this situation. But, what I can do, since I probably drove you to jump off a ledge with my flair for motivational speaking, is offer you counselling.” She tells him but is interrupted by another weird face he is making at her; this one is supposed to be a crazy person.
“Stop it! Auston!” She scolds him as he smirks.
“If you want to talk to a counsellor, we have some great ones that I can arrange for you to see here in the hospital. They can come to you. I highly recommend therapy, especially in cases like yours, it can be very helpful. Like I was telling you, there is a lot for you to process. It’s good to have someone guide you.” She informs him.
Auston pretends to have fallen asleep because of her serious talk.
“Oh Come on! Auston!” She pleads. “I’m being serious. This is serious.” She gently scolds him.
Auston writes, “Thanks but no, I’m not ready for that yet. Besides, I don’t trust anybody knowing my shit; except maybe you.” Auston knows it might be revealing a bit too much to admit that last part, but he also figures she should expect her patients to trust her, so hopefully, no bells go off for her.
“Oh, thank you for trusting me with ‘your shit’, Auston!” Dr Quinn says sarcastically and feigning upset.
She continues with a giggle, “I wish I were qualified to be entrusted with ‘your shit’ Auston, but counselling is not my area of expertise as you witnessed earlier. There are far better people than me for that job.”
“I disagree”, He writes matter-of-factly. “Not needing a Psych right now, just a friend who cares”, He adds.
Dr Quinn feels their chat is getting awkward. If she’s honest, she cares and wants to be Auston’s friend, but because she is his doctor, she won’t mix those two worlds; doing so would only bring problems. So not wanting to hurt Auston or make things more awkward between them, she chooses to change the subject by delegating a job to him instead of pointing out the necessary line that she won’t cross.
“Well, one thing I can do is suggest that you ask your parents or sisters to look after sorting out your cell phone messages and Social Media. If they can help you by responding with just a message that they are overseeing your phone and social media accounts, for the time being, that might take some of the pressure off you. If they take that load, then you may feel less overwhelmed and maybe feel more like reaching out to a good friend who can lend a supportive ear. Or, since your family already have enough on their plate, I’m sure you could give that job to your agent’s people. Just a suggestion, cause like I said, and you witnessed, I am not qualified”, Dr Quinn adds with a laugh.
Auston realizes Dr Quinn has to draw a line to keep her role as his doctor separate from anything personal, but he really wishes she could be the one. If he could confide in her, then they could develop a closer relationship while he has the chance during his stay in the hospital. He accepts that he is just going to have to sneak in chats with her until he doesn’t need her as his doctor anymore.
Auston responds, “OK. Good idea. Thanks.”
Dr Quinn just remembers that she has something for Auston. “Oh yes, on a happier note, you mentioned the other day that you are from Arizona and I just so happened to be in the gift shop this evening, and this beauty caught my eye. I figured since you moved into your new digs here, you might like this to brighten your days and remind you of home. Also, you can choose to see it as an award of sorts for your most recent accomplishment of getting yourself breathing without the ventilator. I understand you’re pretty accustomed to getting trophies for your accomplishments so…” She says, teasing him.
Auston smirks and rolls his eyes for that last comment as Dr Quinn hands Auston the paper bag for him to open.
He’s curious and surprised. She’s excited to see his reaction. As he is about to put his hand inside the bag without looking, Dr Quinn gasps, “Oh no! Wait! Let me help you!” She tries to grab the bag from him and touches his hand. She is shocked by the electric-like current that passes between her and Auston as they touch momentarily.
Pulling the bag from his hands, she tries to ignore the spark.
“I’m so sorry Auston; I wasn’t thinking; there’s a cactus in the bag and if you put your hand in you’re going to get pricked.”
She rips the bag to expose the sharp green plant. “Here it is. It’s just a little something”, she says as she places it on his bed next to him, careful to avoid touching him again.
As Auston looks at the small plant with a tiny blue ribbon attached to one of its spikes, he tries to process the rush of thoughts and emotions.
He loves how she just made his stomach flip with her touch, and that he finally mastered keeping his heart rate under control with meditative-type breathing.
He rushes to sort through his thoughts: First, she thinks of me when she is away from me. Then, she wants to make me happy by getting me a gift. Then, she remembers personal things about me like where my home is and that I get awards. Then, there is electricity in our touch, which I can’t believe she didn’t feel. Then, she is concerned about hurting me. Even if she can’t admit to being my friend right now, she just showed me that we are friends; and that’s enough right now. He thinks.
Auston is tempted to call Dr Quinn out; that her actions mean more than she is willing to admit, by asking her if she gives all her patients a gift when they move rooms or accomplish something in recovery, but thinks better of it. He knows that keeping the status-quo to just doctor and patient will allow her to remain his doctor and grant him time to develop a relationship with her; that works for him.
Auston writes, “Thanks very much, Dr Q.”
“You’re very welcome, Auston. I hope you like it.” Dr Quinn responds.
“I do, very much”, he writes as he blushes and motions for her to put it on the window ledge across the room from him. He wants to be able to see it all the time.
“Well, it’s not much, but I am just excited for you and this big step forward and wanted to cheer up your new room. You’ve gone through a lot, and you still have a ways to go.” She tells him.
“You’re a very special person, Dr Q.” He writes on his board with a smile. He figures that’s safe. She’s his doctor, and she’s nice so there, he thinks. Sue me! He reasons with himself. He would give anything to say more, but he knows there’s too much at risk.
Dr Quinn quickly changes the subject. “I hope you will have some friends over soon. That would be good for you, Auston. Also, if you won’t see a counsellor, then please start talking to someone who can help you sort things out. Give it some serious thought on who you have in your network that will be good to talk to about what you’re going through. I’ll check back with you to make sure you do that, okay?” She pauses and then adds “Consider that your homework.”
“Oh, so you’re my doctor AND now my teacher?!” Auston writes cheekily.
“Well, I am actually qualified to teach, so I suppose I could be your teacher. So yes, I am your teacher, and that is your homework, Auston Matthews. I expect you to do it or I’ll take back your trophy”, Dr Quinn teases.
“Ahhh, Professor Q! You wouldn’t!” Auston writes in jest.
“Oh, yes, I would!” She teases back.
“Well, I sure wouldn’t want you to take your gift away, so I’ll be sure to do your damn assignment”, Auston adds.
“Good to hear, Auston. Cause I will. You know I will, don’t you?” She teases again.
Auston can’t help but blush at her dominance. “Yes, I know you will, Dr Q.” Auston writes, acting dejected to make her laugh.
“Okay, well I better leave you to get some sleep”, Dr Quinn announces.
Auston quickly writes, “What are you doing tonight? Hot date?” He teases playfully trying not to make her suspicious, but honestly wants to know.
“Ha! No! But you got me thinking the other day when we talked about me needing to crawl out from under my rock. Probably shouldn’t be sharing this with my patient but it’s because of you that I even contemplated this. There is a guy who has been asking me to go out with him for a long while, but I didn’t think I had the time to date with my busy schedule. However, you got me thinking that I really live a sad life of work, work, work. I should make an effort to have a life beyond work. Career-wise, things have been a little less intense lately, so I’m going to go on a date.”
Holy Shit, No! What the hell did I do?! Auston yells to himself.
He immediately tries to calm himself down to avoid setting off the heart rate monitor again.
What do I tell her? I want to tell her not to date him but can’t. What do I do? Oh, my God! He panics to himself.
He is scared that the monitor is going to go off and reveal his feelings. He needs her to get out of the room before it does. He’s trying to contain his thoughts and the emotions they are bringing on with his meditative breathing.
Hoping to do damage control, he calmly takes his marker and writes, “No, I understand why you have little social life. I am somewhat the same during hockey season. I’d be exactly the same if I weren’t on a team. So I get it. No shame in it. You are on a different level.”
“I have a team of sorts through my work, but I don’t think it’s the same kind of comradery you have on your team. You all travel together. We all work a variety of shifts. It gets kind of lonely to be honest”, Dr Quinn reveals.
Auston doesn’t want to hear that she is lonely or unhappy, but he needs for her to wait for him to get better. He sees no way of getting her to wait without confessing his feelings, but if he does, he for sure will lose her as his doctor.
“I see. Well, I wouldn’t want you to be lonely. But I also wouldn’t want you to get hurt either. Are you sure he’s a good guy?” Auston asks hoping she will reconsider out of fear that the guy might hurt her.
“He seems to be”, Dr Quinn answers.
“Who is it? A doctor?” He questions her, but it really doesn’t matter who it is because he is jealous of anyone who takes her attention away from him. But he wants to know who it is so he can find out more about him.
“Yeah. His name is Doctor Scott Peters. He’s a plastic surgeon. Works in his own practice and I send patients to him. I met him at a seminar and see him off and on when he comes to the hospital to do surgeries”, She explains.
“Good looking?” He wants to know what she classifies as attractive.
“I think so anyway”, She responds blushing; uncomfortable that he would ask this.
“Well, be careful. You deserve the best, so don’t settle. I also wouldn’t want to see you get hurt. You’re pretty important to me”, Auston writes. He figures that letting her know that she is important to him is safe since she is, after all, his doctor. But he also hopes she might take from his comments, the subtle message, that he is in the wings so she should just wait for him. He feels he really has nothing else he can say or do at this point without risking losing her as his doctor.
“Thanks for your concern, Auston. I will be careful. You have a great night’s sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” She tells him.
“Yeah. Thanks for stopping by and for the cactus. I really love u. Ha! I mean, IT.” He can’t help himself. He feels desperate and jealous. He makes a subconscious mistake writing “u” but refuses to erase it. Instead, he thinks that if he adds the other parts, he can play innocent but leaves her free to take it any way she wants.
Auston hopes she gets the message because there’s nothing else he can do right now.
Dr Quinn leaves Auston’s room confused by their exchanges but refuses to focus on it as doing so might add issues to working with him.
Auston begins to wallow in his frustration. He is sickened by the thought of Dr Quinn going out with another guy. He is frustrated at the timing. He immediately turns to his nightstand to get his cell phone. He needs to see what this guy is all about.
Just as Auston sees a photo of Dr Peters and begins reading about him, his heart rate monitor goes off. He is relieved that Dr Quinn is out of his room, but then he sees her walk back in.
Oh, Fuck Me! He says to himself.
“What happened Auston? I just left you.” She looks at Auston perplexed as she heads over to check the machine.
Auston seems upset and is holding his cell phone. Dr Quinn surmises that Auston has been trying to do the “homework” assignment she gave him and it has distressed him.
Before Auston can try and make up a response, Dr Quinn answers for him, “Oh, your cell phone?”
Auston just nods figuring she bailed him out again by jumping to conclusions. She really has no clue how I feel about her, which is both good and bad, he thinks.
“Auston, I suggest you don’t look at your cell phone this evening unless to contact your family. Once your family has a chance to deal with your messages, you will feel better about using it. They are the last thing you need to look at right now. Okay?”
Auston nods in agreement.
“Or is it something else that is bugging you?” She asks.
Auston shakes his head no and writes, “I’m tired too.”
“Okay then, let me tuck you in, and you get some sleep right now. Hand me that cell phone please.”
He quickly closes his phone as she takes it and puts it in the drawer of the side table. He enjoys the attention of her caring for him, adjusting the cords attached to him, getting him comfortable and tucking the covers around him. She finishes with a touch of her hand on his arm as she says, “Sleep tight, Auston.” With that touch, the current of electricity that no one acknowledges returns. Auston wants to grab her arm and pull her to him.
Instead, he closes his eyes and sighs to himself as he relishes the chills she gives him. He is gone, gone, gone for her. He doesn’t want to watch her walk away, and out of his room, so instead he just keeps his eyes closed and imagines she has sat down in the room with him as he falls asleep. By doing this, he is able to keep thoughts of Dr Peters out of his mind and drift off into slumber.
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