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lady-assnali · 1 year

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Set in the teacher au, It’s baby Marcia doing the first slightly bad thing she’s ever done. In an unexpected turn of events, mama Denali comes to the rescue.

“Hey, are you okay?” The small blonde at the mirror turns around and Denali’s eyes narrow, her mouth agape as recognition flashes across her face. “Marcia! What the hell are you doing here?”

The girl in question wipes the back of her hand across her tear-stained cheek, shaking her head and fumbling her words as she backs herself against the sink.

“It’s not, uh, I just’”

“Marcia,”

“I didn’t mean to-I mean I did, but I just, uh,”

“-Damnit, just-hold on! Take a breath, and then explain.”

Denali waits patiently, her need to pee vanishing to make room for her worry. Marcia turns to face the mirror, sucking in a deep, slow breath of air while staring at herself. Her eyes are puffy, her makeup smudged. Her hands shake as she runs them under cold water, patting her cheeks.

“I kind of came here to see someone.” She’s nearly whispering, no longer looking at herself but at the little puddles of water on the vanity. Her hands are fixed on the hem of her short skirt, rubbing the fabric worryingly between her fingers. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Denali insists. Then, backtracking, she interrupts her own train of thought. “If you met this person online and nobody knows that you’re here then it’s pretty stupid. Also, so is sneaking out with a fake ID but I’m not even going to comment or ask about that because honestly, the less I know the better.”

“Please don’t tell my mom. She…my parents don’t know that I’m gay. Actually, nobody does, really, only Jax. She knows that I’m here, she’s on standby.”

“You think I’m going to be a snitch? Listen, technically I should be doing something about this. You really shouldn’t have come out tonight. But the part of me that lived the baby gay experience and didn’t have the best time with it needs to make sure that you’re safe.”

“Safe? Yeah, physically I’m totally fine. Emotionally…?” She laughs, watery and cracking, before the tears start coming again. “I just feel so lame.”

“There’s nothing lame about shooting your shot.”

“But I didn’t!” Marcia rolls her eyes, pacing, energy picked back up. “The girl I came to see is someone I used to dance with at the studio until she graduated. She’s the first girl I remember really liking, even back when I didn’t know that the admiration could translate into actual feelings…I came all the way here knowing that Aura would be here, and then when I came in I saw her with all her friends and I just kind of froze. I never even said hi! . I mean, they know me! They all probably still think of me as that same little ballerina who used to try and boss them around when we were kids. I’m five years younger than her, but I feel like I’m eons away from where they all are.”

“So you didn’t-so you came here thinking you were ready, but you’re not. Marcia, you literally dove headfirst into this crowded, intimidating lesbian bar because you wanted to see if something was there. Was it your best idea? No, definitely not, and I think you knew that going into it. But you faced that fear and brought yourself here anyway. That was brave. But I think we should maybe get you home.”

Marcia hesitates. There’s a barrage of noise as the bathroom door opens and a group of older women walks in, chattering to themselves as they go into separate stalls. They keep their conversation going while they pee, Marcia and Denali standing silent by the sinks. Denali pulls a towel from the dispenser and holds it out to the younger girl, pointing to her eyes. It gives her something to do, staring at herself while fixing the smudge of mascara under her eyes. When the women leaves, she wraps her arms around her bare torso and nods her head.

“I was young and stupid once too, I just lived in Alaska and not New York City where there were queer experiences every other block. The only difference is that we had house parties where we didn’t need fakes.”

“Yeah, the fake…”

“Again, I didn’t see anything. I know nothing. My only responsibility here is to make sure you get home safe and stay safe. Let me just-I’m here with friends, let me find one of them and let them know I’ll be back.” Marcia trails Denali through the crowd with a watchful eye, knowing that Aura had been on the other side of the club when she’d first come in. There are more people now, dancing back to front with lips on cheeks and necks and fingers interlaced. She’s slower, wide-eyed, having only really seen something like this in a movie or on the internet. A women in chunky boots with a half-shaved head at the bar turns and acknowledges her with a wink, looking her up and down. Her face reddens and she picks up the pace, side-by-side with Denali as they cross the room. Finally, the older woman has her hand on someone’s shoulder.

“Hey, I need to leave for a second, I,”

“Marcia??”

“Jan!” The tiny blonde steps back in shock, eyes wandering the room so they won’t have to face hers.

“What the fuck-oh-nope. Nope! Absolutely not! You can not leave with this girl, D, she’s underage and she’s my cousin and she shouldn’t be here!”

“Oh my god”

“Ew, Jan, I wasn’t trying to leave with her, she’s my student. Well, she’s Rosie’s, but that doesn’t matter. I found her in the bathroom and she wants to go home, so I’m just going to make sure she gets there safe.”

“Is she here too?? I can’t let her see me, this is so embarrassing, I have to go now.”

“Try again, Mar. There’s no way I’m letting you leave until you talk to me. Or at least until I ask you if you’re okay.” Jan pats the stool next to her and her cousin reluctantly takes a seat, still scanning the room. Denali sits too, and it’s the first time Marcia has felt herself relax enough to steady herself all night. Her body has settled enough to let the rush of emotion sink back in, and suddenly her face is hot and wet again.

“I’m gay, okay? I mean, I’m pretty sure I am. I’m about ninety percent sure that I am.”

“Okay.” Jan scoots forward in her seat, puts her hand on Marcia’s back and rubs circles along it, letting the moment play out a bit before continuing.

“Don’t you have the internet?” Jan jokes. “You had to come here to find all this out?”

“Aura’s here.”

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Did you get to see her?”

“Nope. I think this was a bad idea.”

“I think you’re one of the guiltiest people I’ve ever met. You quite literally have never done anything wrong or even slightly risky in your entire life-I’d know, I’ve known you since you were born.”

“You’re not going to tell, right?”

“Are you serious?? If you were on drugs or doing something super dangerous I’d tell, but this? Mar, you’re almost eighteen. You’re a senior in high school. You’re on the honor roll, you have the lead in the musical…this is nothing, and honestly I’d be the worst person in the world if I told your mom. I will never out you. What I will do is remind you that you have people who love you who can support you through this so that maybe next time you go to a house party like the rest of us and not some random bar in the middle of the night. You have me, and if I weren’t so excited to be your little lesbian mentor I’d be offended that you’re coming for my gay theatre cousin role.”

It’ s enough to make Marcia laugh then, even swinging her feet a bit on the stool. Jan waves over the bartender and orders a Shirley temple, sliding it over to her cousin and grinning from ear to ear.

“So, Aura…”

“Oh my god.”

#The teacher au #but it’s not #it’s Marcia because that’s where we’re at this week #it’s just a lil thing because i wanted to break up the cr*gi posts a bit #Also because watching Denali and Marcia hang out that one time really said ‘put it in the teacher au right now’#Marciax3

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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Not Without Trying - Chapter 2

ReinerxFem! Reader

Warnings: Sex, taking virginity, oral (F receiving)

Word Count: ~4,000

Summary: This comes after the chapter Rain which was the first one of this story. I sort of skipped around a lot. You have to imagine this is about a month after Rain happened where Reiner and the reader had a little time to get closer.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and am going back over it now to edit and post and I basically cringed the whole time. I don’t think I’m that much better now, but I’m definitely better and I did my best not to edit too much because I honestly want to be reminded of my progress. Anyway, that’s all.

There were good days being a part of the survey corps and then there were really good days. Today was one of the really good days. A mission completed perfectly, no casualties and no missions lined up meant they actually had a weekend. Y/N’s favorite way to celebrate was with drinking and dancing. She loved letting loose and spending time with friends and it feels like the last few months were mission after mission. Finally, a day off to have fun.

The band started playing just after dinner. Nearly everyone started dancing around the mess hall. Everyone was drinking and having fun. Most of the younger cadets were making fools of themselves, but some of the upper ranks were dancing and having fun as well. Y/N was one of the few captains who was dancing. Mike had grabbed her hand at the beginning of the night and she spent most of the time dancing around the room with him causing a number of the other men in the room to grumble wondering when their turn was. One of those men being Reiner. He continued sipping his beer watching Mike laughing and holding Y/N’s waist as he twirled her around the room.

“She dances better without you suffocating her,” he grumbled to himself.

“What’s that?” Connie asked him, laughing while he watched Jean and Eren fight over who was dancing better. Reiner just hugged his beer a little closer, continuing to watch Y/N.

After the eighth song of dancing with Mike, Y/N finally got away and sat down with Reiner. She convinced Mike to go get her a drink and he ran off.

“How’s your night? You look grumpy.” She sat down next to Reiner.

“I’m not grumpy.” He lied.

“Okay.” She mocked his grumpy tone. “You should be having fun! We never get to do this. They even hired a band!” They both looked at the front of the mess hall where they were playing. She watched Reiner take another sip of his beer, his eyebrows lowered. “You’re so annoying!” She stood up, grabbing his arm.

“What are you—” He was yanked out of his seat.

“Let’s dance!” Y/N dragged him over to an open spot and started twirling around him. He spun around trying to follow her, a smiling growing on his face. He caught her mid twirl and dipped her backwards, Y/N laughed at the surprise. They were able to dance for another minute before Mike returned with her drink and took her away. Reiner stood there sulking.

“I have to piss.” He needed to get away and started towards the door.

“Hey dumbass,” Levi called after him, “the bathrooms are upstairs.”

“I need some fresh air, I’ll just use a bush out here.”

“Take someone with you, you’re drunk.” Erwin said.

“I’ll go!” Y/N hopped off her spot on the table, leaving Mike behind, pouting. Stepping outside, the cold air felt so good on her hot skin. She searched for Reiner, but he wasn’t anywhere she could see.

“Reiner?” She called out, peeking around the side of the building. Vacant. She made her way behind the empty carriage. “You better not have gotten lost,” she mumbled. She slowly approached the bushes behind the carriage.

That’s when Reiner seized the opportunity and popped up from behind the bush and shouted, “Boo!” Y/N’s hands flew up and she hit him in the nose. “Fuck!” He groaned, holding his nose.

“Reiner!” She put her hand on his hand covering his nose trying to alleviate the pain this way somehow, moving him over so they could sit on the back of the carriage they were near.

“I thought you were drinking,” he complained, checking his nose for blood. “How do you even have the speed to move so fast?”

“Years of practice.” She smiled. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

He moved his mouth around trying to bend and turn his nose. Y/N started laughing at the faces he was making.

“What?” Reiner asked confused. She laughed even harder.

“Your…face…” she was leaning back holding her stomach cackling and Reiner started smiling at her. Unable to resist touching her, he bent forward towards her and started tickling her side inciting an even bigger laugh from her. “I’m going to pee!” She was squirming around on her back, Reiner following her with his hands, still tickling her waist. She caught her breath enough to use her knee to push him forward, launching him forward on top of her. They both continued laughing, slowly letting it die down, loving each other’s company.

Y/N let out one final sigh, smiling over the whole thing and looked up at Reiner, still on top of her. He was also smiling. He looked into Y/N’s eyes. They were half-closed from drinking, but that glimmer in her eyes was always there. A loose hair was pulled from her bun, falling over her face. Reiner reached his hand up and tucked it behind her ear, then smoothed out her hair. She smiled at him.

Maybe on a different day or a different time. Maybe if Reiner hadn’t been drinking. Maybe if they never spent that time in cabin together. Maybe if her body wasn’t radiating warmth that he could feel through his jacket. Maybe if her breath didn’t smell so sweet and her smile wasn’t so inviting. There were so many maybes. So many maybes that maybe could have stopped him from doing it, but all he knew is he wanted her. Using the same hand he used to smooth her hair, he rested it on her cheek. Not really sure exactly how this was supposed to go, he leaned forward and kissed her.

The kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt before. So warm, so soft, he tried moving his lips around a little bit. Y/N did the same. He moved his hands from her face down to her waist and Y/N brought her arms around his neck. She let out a moan into his mouth and Reiner got chills. The kiss became more passionate, deeper. Everything about it felt so good. Their lips were connected, but he could feel it all over his body. Y/N started to wrap her leg around Reiner and quickly woke up to what was happening.

“Oh my gosh…” She breathed out, pushing Reiner off of her. “We…”

“I’m sorry,” Reiner also breathing heavily, cheeks flushing a deep pink. “I’m sorry. I—I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like I was stopping you.” She sat up looking at him. He was on his knees, still looking at her, an innocent but pleading look in his eyes.

“Y/N?... Can we—” He cleared his throat. “Can we do it again?”

Her eyes widened. She was about to ask him why he would want a second drunken kiss when she realized. Her hand flew to her mouth, gasping. “Your first kiss.” Her eyes widened even more. “I was just…”

He smiled and shuffled closer to her.

“Why did you do that?” She was still so confused. “Why did you kiss me? You… Your first kiss.” She couldn’t understand. She sat up starting to move to get off the carriage. “Ughh, I feel like I ruined it. I’m sorry.”

“What?!—No!” Reiner followed her, hopping off and grabbing her hand, “I liked it!”

“Ugh, I drunk-kissed you and I’m not even that drunk.” Y/N brushed leaves off her jacket, unsure of where they even came from. “I need to lie down.” She started walking back inside, Reiner right behind her.

They opened the doors to the building and the band was still playing music, filling the mess hall. Everyone was still dancing and drinking. They were all caught up in watching Jean try to chug a full beer that no one noticed them walk through the room and up the stairs. The upstairs hallway was much quieter. Y/N opened the door to her office and continued through to her bedroom and Reiner froze, not going in.

“Can we just talk a bit?” He held her hand.

“Yeah. So, come in,” She said gesturing to the room. Reiner hesitantly walked in behind her. He stood against the wall as she sat on her bed. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I love you.” Both Reiner and Y/N gasped and stared at each other with wide eyes.

“You love me?”

“No, I didn’t mean that.” He looked around the room unsure of what he was trying to say. “I don’t know. Maybe I do.” He sat on the bed. “I guess I don’t know what it would feel like to be in love.”

“You’re confusing me.” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you telling me you have feelings for me or asking me what it feels like to be in love?”

“I guess I’m saying I don’t know, but if I do have feelings for you,” he started, “Is it bad?” She was thinking about it when he continued speaking. “Does it really bother you that you were my first kiss?”

She was about to answer when she realized she didn’t really know. Why was she so bothered by it? It’s not like she worried about it ruining their friendship because Reiner was already ready to do that. The part that bothered her the most was worrying it was bad. She barely knew what was happening when he kissed her. What if it was a really bad kiss? But why does that even bother her? She looked over at him, he was waiting for her response patiently. He was always so patient with her. She could be so annoying, but he always stuck around her. Her jokes weren’t even that funny, but he always laughed. She was often judgmental and came across as mean, but he was never offended.

She looked down at her hands. She cared about him, slowly coming to the realization that maybe it was more than she originally thought. She looked back up at him, still waiting patiently for her.

“Give me a second chance.” She finally spoke.

“You want me to forgive you?” He was confused. “But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No.” She smiled. “Give me a second chance at that kiss.”

Reiner’s face flushed a bright pink and he smiled shyly. Y/N moved a little closer to him.

“Right now?” He looked at her.

“Well, yeah. Do you want to wait?” She asked.

“No, no!” Reiner insisted. “Now is good.”

Y/N lifted her hand to his cheek to guide his face to hers. They both leaned in until their lips met. Again, those sparks that ran through his body the first time were there too. Was he supposed to want more of her? Was there ever a point where he would feel satisfied? Reiner’s hand quickly moved to her waist and he opened his mouth to allow their kiss to deepen. Y/N’s hand went around his neck and in his hair. His stomach did flips and he let out a sigh, his second hand going to her lower back. He slowly turned her body, lowering her back to the bed, him hovering over her.

Was this love? He felt like he could stay like this forever, his lips on hers, breathing each other in. Everything was perfect.

Y/N was the one to stop the kiss, breathless. She was about to speak, but realized there was nothing to say. Nothing to add to the moment which felt perfect to her. She ruffled Reiner’s hair and he smiled. He backed up and helped her sit up. Both of them still unsure of what to say.

Reiner couldn’t look away. He’d never experienced anything like this. He wanted to touch her, to always keep his hands on her. His eyes never getting tired of seeing her. Her smile, the glimmer in her eyes, her hands. He looked down at her hand in his, playing with her fingers. He looked back up at her noticing her hair tousled instead of its normally tight style.

“Why do you always tie your hair up?” He asked curiously.

“My hair?” She reached her hands up to touch it. “I don’t know. It’s just easier.”

“Can I see it loose?” He reached up to take out the tie, but she pushed his hand away.

“It takes a lot to keep it like this.” She laughed, “It’s easier if I do it.” She slowly removed the pins and ties. As soon as she removed the final pin, her hair fell down in waves. Full, [your hair color] tresses all the way down to her waist.

Oh yes, Reiner was in love. He stared at her, awe-struck and entirely enchanted by how beautiful she looked. He tried to speak, but only managed to say, “I…” He reached up and took a handful into his hands, brushing through it, enjoying the feeling of silk running between his fingers. He smiled at her, then brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in, kissing her. This kiss started out passionately and swiftly made its way to burning fire. Reiner was all over her, hands holding any part he thought she was okay with, his heart racing.

“Have sex with me.” He breathed, pulling away from the kiss and moving his lips to her jaw and neck.

“What?” Y/N tried separating from him, but his grip was too strong. “You just had your first kiss.” He loosened his grip and she stood up. “Don’t you want to… I don’t know, wait a little?”

His eyes were full of lust, pupils blown. “What for?” He held her hands in his, still sitting on the bed. He started kissing her wrists and arms.

“You just… because you’re so… but…” She couldn’t think of anything to say, watching his lips move over her skin.

He stood up, took off his jacket and pulled her in, kissing her cheek and jaw. “If you want me to stop, I will.” He moved to her neck now. “But don’t worry about me, I’m not a kid.”

She put her hand on the back of his neck, letting her eyes flutter closed with pleasure. That was enough for him to pick her up and move her back to the bed.

Reiner continued focusing on her neck and jawline while Y/N unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She had been wondering what this would feel like, ever since the cabin. She pushed Reiner up and he looked at her.

“Lay on your back,” she directed and he followed. She unbuttoned her jacket and threw it to the side then lifted the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She went to reach for the tank top, but Reiner put his hand to stop her.

“I’ll do this one.” He sat her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her tank top up, dropping it to the side. He then pulled off his shoes and kneeled down in front of Y/N to do the same for her. He lingered where he was, looking up at her, eyes half-lidded.

“What do you like?” She asked him, running her hands through his hair.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled, enjoying her touch.

“Like, what can I do for you?” She didn’t know how else to say it, but he wasn’t getting it. “Do you know what turns you on? Like what makes you feel good?”

“Hmm… watching you enjoy yourself,” He said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just figure it out myself.” She pulled him up and leaned backwards. He was back at her neck. She rolled over so she was on top of him, straddling his hips. He lifted his upper body to meet hers and kissed her.

“Show me how to take that off of you.” He pointed at her bra. She took his hands and moved them to her back. He followed her hand motions until her bra came undone and he pulled it off of her. He buried his face in her chest and just held it there for a while before he started using his mouth on every inch of skin within his grasp. He reached her nipple and covered it with his mouth, licking and sucking. Y/N shuddered and her head fell back.

Reiner noticed and watched her. He moved on to the other nipple, hoping to get another response. Instead she pulled his head back and brought her lips to his. She sucked on his bottom lip and bit down lightly, running her tongue over it then moving to his upper lip. Reiner kept his hands on her back, pulling her close, loving the soft warm feeling her breasts left on his chest.

She pushed him back and leaned over, kissing his neck. Reiner let out a jagged breath. She pushed her butt down and rubbed against his groin. He grabbed her back and thigh, groaning. She continued grinding her hips against his, causing the occasional moan to escape him. He moved his hand from her back and held onto one of her breasts, squeezing and moving it around his hand causing her hips to start bucking.

She quickly got off of him, breathing heavily. Reiner watched as she sat next to him.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke quietly. “I’m trying to go slow, but this feels so good.” She laid back on the bed, unbuckling her pants. Reiner helped her slide them off. She reached up and grabbed the edge of the bed from above her. “Please don’t stop touching me.” She begged and Reiner was all over her. He made his way up to her lips again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asked, looking for guidance. She pulled off her underwear and opened her legs, steering Reiner’s hand to where she needed him the most. He wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, but the moment his hand was near her warmth, she was moaning. He used his first two fingers to move around and immediately felt how wet and slippery she was. He wished he could just bury his face into her. For now, he continued moving around, sliding his hand forward. Her hips twitched. He slid his fingers around that area again and she pulled him closer, breath shaking. Continuing on, he moved his fingers lower. Y/N grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Go back.” She laid her head back as Reiner did what she said. Gripping the sheets, Y/N was a moaning mess, so close to her release. How long had it been that she was this desperate, bucking her hips at his slightest touch? For not knowing what he was doing, he was doing a really good job. He sped up and leaned into the crook of her neck, finding any patch of skin he could find, leaving a mark. This sent Y/N over the edge, arching her back and breathing out his name until she could catch her breath.

As soon as her high died down, she reached her arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss him. The kiss was a lot shorter than she expected as he sat up and made his way to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her legs, gently tracing his finger from her knee to her hip, then up around her waist. In one swift movement, he pulled her down to the edge of the bed where he kneeled in front of her, propping one of her legs over his shoulder, he began using his mouth to explore her warmth.

“Reiner! Wait!” Y/N attempted to stop him, but just as she did, his tongue made its way through her dewy folds and she was thrown back, moaning louder than before. Her grip on the sheets so tight she was worried she would rip them while her thighs closed around Reiner’s head.

Reiner couldn’t get enough, sucking at anything he could get his lips around. He wrapped his arms around her thigh, holding her hips to minimize the jerking. He hummed into her, she released one hand from the sheets to grab his hair, pushing him deeper. His nose rubbed her clit and she let out a strangled groan, unable to maintain the grip on his hair. At this point it didn’t matter. Reiner was rock hard, erection throbbing at every movement and noise that came from Y/N. He used his tongue to search and found the over-sensitive nub and focused all his attention on that, sucking, licking and moaning into her. Watching her move above him, his eyes rolled back as he drank her in. Hands squeezing her hips, he was barely able to control himself. His aching member was crying to be inside of her.

Y/N’s body was trembling. Muscles spasming out of her control as Reiner filled her body with euphoric pleasure. She called out his name as her orgasm rolled over her in hot waves, then stealing her breath, leaving every inch of her body juddering wildly. She lay there, unable to move as Reiner continued his work, slowing down. As her breathing slowed with him, he pulled away, holding onto her clit with his lips until finally he released it with a slick pop. Y/N mewled with one last hip twitch.

Reiner stood up, face flushed and breathing heavily, he looked down at Y/N.

“We need to get you out of those pants.” She breathed and sat up, kneeling on the bed in front of him. She started working at the buckles and he rested his hands on her shoulders. She slid his pants and underwear down and his member sprang free, red-hot and pulsating, precum rolling down the shaft. Y/N placed her hands at the tip and Reiner gasped, squeezing her shoulders.

“Y/N,” he begged, “I really just need to be inside you.” She moved him to sit on the bed and she straddled his hips, hovering. He kept his hands on her back and his forehead resting on her chest. She quickly lowered herself onto him, moaning as she felt him squeezed in so tightly. He groaned and held her closer to him. She worked her hips, getting into a motion as Reiner’s head lifted back, then leaned forward and left kisses on her neck and collarbone.

Reiner’s groans were turning into grunts and coming more frequently so Y/N picked up her pace, building her orgasm with him. His face was buried in her chest again, mouth and hand caressing her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and began rolling it around his tongue and teeth. Y/N’s head shot back, increasing the speed of her grinding while also increasing the strength and depth of her thrust.

“Fu—uck!” Reiner’s breath caught. He leaned back on his arm and lifted his hips up slightly, helping deepen the thrust even more. He could tell Y/N was mid orgasm at this point and he was also… just… about… there… His head flew back and his eyes opened wide, pupils dilated, fireworks going off in his brain while his body quivered, fueling the ecstasy. He wanted to moan, but nothing came out. He stayed frozen, mouth open, unable to move until he came back down from his high huffing and panting for air. Y/N crumpled onto him, completely spent, and he held onto her with his hand, mind still hazy.

Y/N sat up enough to lay back down on the bed, pulling Reiner to lay next to her. She nuzzled into his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist, then fell asleep.

He looked down at her, smiling. How was this captain of the survey corps able to steal his heart so easily? He covered them up with the blanket, kissed the top of her head, then fell asleep.

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How they react when Y/N is drunk ft. Timeskip! Tendou, Bokuto, and Kuroo

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, some PDA, if I missed anything let me know.

Wordcount: 300 - 500 each.

A/N: This wasn’t proofread and I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. I had this idea while I was drinking last night and yeah may or may not be inspired by things my friends and I did when we were in college. Tendou’s part was definitely just self-indulgent.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated ♥

Requests: OPEN

Tendou Satori

❣ The first time he saw you drunk he definitely made fun of you and took videos to tease you with the next morning…

❣ But this soon changes when he sees how much you needed to be taken care of when you’re drunk.

❣ Panics every time you trip over yourself

❣ He’ll make sure you drink enough water to rehydrate yourself before helping you to bed.

❣ Would really just take care of you and make sure you’re okay, he’d leave some aspirin and water by your bedside for the next morning.

❣ When you get emotional drunk, however, he panics.

❣ He’s not good at comforting people, but if it’s you he’d try his best to help you out.

❣ He just loves you way too much to see you hurting.

It was after a night out with your friends that you find yourself half passed out in the kitchen of your shared apartment with Tendou. Maybe you did have a little too much to drink? But that seemed like a problem for tomorrow morning at the time, so you just kept on drinking the shots that came your way. Your head was spinning and your body feels a little heavy. Wait where were you again?

“Y/N? Why are you on the floor?” Tendou questions as he turned the lights on.

“No! Too bright!” You exclaim, shielding your eyes with your hands. Tendou takes in your appearance. Oh. You were drunk. He shakes his head as he makes his way over to you, immediately smelling the alcohol.

“Come on, paradise, get up.” He says as he supports your body up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m sorry.” You abruptly say as he sits you up. Tears starting to form in your eyes. And here it was emotional drunk Y/N…

“For what?” Tendou notices the tears in your eyes and pulls you to his chest. “Don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeat as you start to sob into his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

He froze. What? Why would you think such a thing? If anything, he doesn’t deserve you! Tendou thought. No, no. He did. If you were sober right now you would have told him to shut up and stop thinking that way. You always reassured him of your love and how he deserves to be loved. It was about time for him to do same thing for you, even if you wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

“What makes you say that, Y/N?” He says as his thumb wipes the tears off of your mascara-stained face. “We deserve each other. I don’t care what your friends said or what other people say about us. You make me happy, Y/N, and I know you feel the same way.”

“I do.” You finally calm down. “I love you.”

“I love you, my paradise.”

Bokuto Koutarou

❣ The only times that you would drink is when you’re having a reunion with your friends from Fukurodani.

❣ And let’s be honest, Bokuto would definitely be drunk with you…

❣ Neither of you have high alcohol tolerances, that’s why you rarely drink.

❣ Doesn’t matter if he has a game tomorrow, he’d get drunk with you even if you told him not to.

❣ Now here is where Akaashi’s headache comes in…

❣ You and Bokuto are a lot more…flirty when drunk.

❣ More touchy than usual…definitely too much PDA.

The room was loud. From the chatter of old teammates, to the loud singing of karaoke. It was a typical reunion for Fukurodani. That only meant another night of drinking with your old team.

The night was young, and your former team was celebrating the win of their former captain. MSBY had recently won their match against the Adlers, and since your birthday was coming up you thought it was a good idea to have another reunion with them. It has been a while since you’ve last seen them.

One drink in, you were both still fine. A little more cheery than usual but that was still normal. Two drinks in, you felt a slight buzz but it was a good feeling. You missed this honestly. Three drinks in, okay you were starting to feel the alcohol kick in. This was the time where your social filter disappears, and you’d just spit out whatever comes out of your head.

When you down your fourth and fifth drink that’s when you start to cling onto Bokuto. Never leaving his side. Hands must always be intertwined or at least touching him somehow. Clinging on to him like your life depended on it. You know he’s drunk too just by the way he would sway in his steps.

“Akaaaaashi!! Where’s Y/N?” Bokuto whimpers. Hair and face deflated.

“They just went to the restroom, Bokuto-san.” Akashi replied from beside him.

“I MISS THEM ALREADY!!” As if on cue you come stumbling out of the restroom. Luckily Kaori was there to catch you before you fell. “Y/N!!!!”

Kaori leads you to where Bokuto and Akaashi were sitting. Before you even sat down Bokuto pulls you to his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Akaashi gives Kaori an apologetic look, to which she just shrugs off with a smile. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for the couple anyway.

“I missed you, Y/N!!” Bokuto nuzzles his face in your hair. “Don’t leave me again.”

“I just went to pee, Kou!” You giggle as you shift on his lap to face him. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “I missed you too!”

Your head was spinning from the alcohol. You rest your head on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. Holding you tighter, as if he was afraid that you’d disappear if he let go. You feel your head feel slightly heavier as you find yourself drifting to sleep in the arms of your lover.

Kuroo Tetsuro

❣ Would help you sober up before anything else.

❣ He’d get you to hydrate yourself as he sits you down on the nearest bench.

❣ He’d talk to you until you’re sober enough to walk without swaying.

❣ Would talk some sense into you if you tell him about your problems that you couldn’t tell him sober.

❣ Would hold your hand the whole time.

You had agreed to meet up with Kuroo after his meeting. There were two problems though. One, his meeting ran longer than expected. And two, your friend suddenly dragged you to a bar for their happy hour because she needed to rant about her current relationship. The result? You ending up with a little too much to drink.

When Kuroo called to ask you where you were, he heard the way you talk and instantly knew you were drunk by the way you slurred your words and how your voice went a pitch higher. He rushed to where you were, worried about your wellbeing. When he saw you slumped outside the bar he came running to your side.

“Y/N? You okay, baby?” He asks crouching down to your level. You lift your head to look at him, face red from the alcohol.

“Tetsu! ‘m sorry, I ruined our date night.” You apologize with a smile.

“Nah, it was my fault. Meeting ran late.” He stands up and extends his hand to you. “Now come on, let’s get you home.”

“Okay.”

Your face scrunches as you notice he took a different turn. You were drunk, yes, but you still recognize the streets and have a little more sense in you. You squeeze his hand, silently asking him where you were headed.

“I’m taking you to the convenience store first. You need to sober up and I’m getting you things for when you get a hangover tomorrow.” He says as he squeezes your hand tighter.

When you both reach the convenience store, he asks you to sit by the benches while he gets you some things. You oblige and patiently wait for him, head slightly spinning from the alcohol. When he comes out of the store, he shoves a sports drink in your face.

“This’ll help you sober up a little faster.” You nod as you take the drink from him. Unscrewing the cap to take a sip. He sits next to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little buzzed.” You say as he takes your free hand.

“No, I mean, you only drink until you’re drunk when something’s bothering you, so you wanna tell me?” Kuroo says squeezing your hand.

“I- I just, I miss you, Tetsu.” You stammer as you feel your eyes water. “You’re always too busy lately and I barely see you at home anymore. It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid. I’m sorry.” Kuroo pulls you into his chest. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll take a week off and we can go to Kyoto or wherever you want. We can even just stay home if you want.”

“Let’s go home, Tetsu.”

Hope you liked this. Thanks for reading!

xoxo,

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 4 years

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Sucker for Pain ( Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of self harm and physical and sexual assault and rape in a few chapters

Chapter 9-

Everyone in the room froze, not knowing what to do.

Their eyes flashing between you and Rick, who took a step towards you, his gun still aimed at your head.

"You do what you gotta do, Deputy." You simply said, holstering your own handgun.

You stared at Rick, his eyes staring right back at you in pure shock when you repeated the same sentence you had said to him all those years ago when you crossed paths with him and Deputy Walsh.

"You going to try deny what he said?" Rick questioned, almost hoping that you would deny everything and just forget about this whole thing, but you shook your head.

"I haven't lied to you once Deputy and I don't plan on starting now." You answered honestly, glancing to your left when the door to the small room opened as Rosita, Eugene, Gabriel and Carl slowly walked out with Judith in the young boys arms as they stared at you cautiously.

You knew that Rosita didn't give a shit about your past and neither did Beth or Daryl, but they weren't the ones in charge, Rick was.

"So, you're saying he was telling the truth?" Rick asked, in disbelief not lowering his gun in the slightest.

"I don't know about the vigilante crap, I just killed people who needed to be killed. When we crossed paths and your partner got stabbed, I was after the last man on my fathers list. Once I killed him, I was going to stop, but then people would come to me with a name and money... I guess after that I became a hit-man, but for a while it was just about finishing what my father started." You tried to explain.

Although, you weren't sure why you were even trying to explain yourself to him. You didn't need to prove yourself, if Rick wanted to kill then he could just do it.

"Your father?" Rick asked in confusion before suddenly something clicked in his brain.

"No, that's impossible, Y/F/N Y/L/N didn't have a any kids." Rick stated shaking his head in disbelief and you had to give him credit for knowing this stuff, but he was wrong.

"Yeah, he did. Once I was born he quit and he went off the grid. But, 12 years later his past caught up to him and a group of men murdered him and my mother while I hid inside a closet. Do you know what that's like? A 12-year-old girl watching her parents get brutally murdered and then having to bury them by yourself because you couldn't call the cops or anyone for help?" You questioned, but Rick just continued to stare at you like he was still trying to wake up from some nightmare.

"After that I found my fathers old gear. The black hoodie, the bandanna, his sniper, his hit-list book that had only half the names crossed out, I found all his old gear. I trained, I practised, I made myself into a better version and then I went after the remaining names on his list." You explained and you watched as Rick's fingers twitched on his handgun, but he didn't show any sign of pulling the trigger or lowering it.

"Why?"

You glanced around at the rest of the group, all of which were still staring at you in shock and you noticed Abraham also had his gun raised in your direction. Typical.

"I knew the people who killed my parents were on that list, they killed my father before he could finish the job. So, I took it upon myself to get justice." You simply explained turning your attention back to Rick as you stated down the barrel of his gun.

"You mean revenge. You have killed 32 people! That's not justice, that's mass murder!" Rick yelled, tilting his head to the side as his hand tightened around his pistol.

"I've killed a lot more than 32 people, Deputy. That's just the number the cops could link back to me, there were dozens more and well including the assholes on the road and these bastards, the number just keeps getting higher." You informed, nodding towards the dead Terminus men on the group causing Rick to glare at you, his jaw clenched as he pulled the hammer back on his handgun with his thumb.

You knew what Rick was about to do. He had the chance to kill you all those years ago, but he didn't and he wasn't going to make that same mistake again.

Suddenly Carl rushed forward, Judith still in arms as he stood between you and Rick.

"Dad, don't." Carl yelled and you stared at the kid in shock. Why would he care if you lived or died?

"Carl, get out the way. She's the Shadow Assassin! She was the biggest target and threat on the police radar before all this, the whole damn country was looking for her and they didn't care if she was bought in dead or alive. Now, move." Rick ordered, but Carl shook his head as Judith began to whimper in his arms.

"Y/N saved us, back on the road with those biker people. She saved us at Terminus. She saved Daryl and Maggie after Judith was born. She saved Daryl and Glenn on a supply run. We'd all be dead if it wasn't for her." Carl tried to argue and Rick looked like he was going to snap as he ran his free hand through his hair in frustration.

"I don't give a monkeys left nut, she's an assassin. I say we kill her." Abraham spoke up causing you to chuckle as you glanced over at the other man. Of course he'd say that, he never liked you from the start.

"I'm not going to let you kill her." Carl insisted, glancing between his father and Abraham.

For a while, nobody said anything before Rick sighed and holstered his handgun.

"Put your hands up. You try anything, I won't hesitate to kill you." Rick threatened and you just nodded as you raised your hands and watched as Rick walked over to you and quickly took your handgun and knife from your belt.

He handed your weapons to Glenn who was the closest before he pulled your sniper from your back, along with your small pistol you kept in your boot.

Rick frisked you to make sure you weren't hiding any other weapons before he felt your small note book on the inside pocket of your jacket.

"It's not a weapon, it's my hit-list, relax." You commented noticing his slight panic.

Rick pulled the small book out passing it off to Maggie before he went through your other pockets, but all he found was the needle and thread.

"What are you going to do with her?" Glenn asked, speaking up for the first during the whole thing.

You turned your attention back to Rick because you were pretty interested in whatever answer he'd say.

"Don't know yet. Sit down." Rick ordered sternly, pointing towards the wooden church bench to your left and you did as he said and sat down.

You watched as Abraham began going through one of the bags from the Terminus men, probably trying to find something to tie you up with as he pulled out a set of handcuffs and you had to stop yourself from grinning.

You could easily get out of them if you wanted, but you knew that was probably a stupid idea. So you sat there quietly as Rick took them from Abraham and cuffed your wrists together causing to you wince slightly when he bumped your stitches on your wrist.

"Nobody goes near her and if she moves, kill her. We'll figure something out in the morning, lets just get these bodies out." Rick instructed and with that everyone began to move and help each other with the bodies as they dragged them out the church while you sat there and watched.

That night everyone spread out around the church, being mindful of the blood on the floor from the Terminus men while you remained sitting where Rick told you to.

You wondered what Daryl would do if he came back, no when he came back. He didn't seem to give a shit about your past, but now that Rick knew and didn't like it, Daryl probably wouldn't like it either.

Those two were as close as brothers and you'd doubt Daryl would take your side over Ricks and you wouldn't blame him.

Rick, Abraham and few others switched off throughout the night to keep watch and to keep an eye on you. But, you just sat there and slept for most the night, because what else were you meant to do? You were probably going to die soon anyway, so might as well get a good nights sleep.

The following morning was crazy to say the least. Everyone said their last goodbyes to Bob, minus you because Rick wouldn't let you move from the seat, except for when you needed to pee and Maggie convinced Rick to let her take you out to the woods to pee.

She'd offered you a chance to leave, told you to just go because she knew you weren't a bad person, but you couldn't leave.

You had to help find Daryl and make sure he was okay. Once you knew he was okay then you might leave or hell, Rick might kill you, but you didn't care as long as Daryl was okay.

Bob died a few hours later and the group buried him while you stood off to the side, your hands still cuffed with Rick practically watching your every move.

Once they buried their friend, Abraham declared that it was midday and got his group ready to leave, including Glenn, Maggie and Tara and you all watched as they drove the bus off down the dirt road leaving you, Rick, Carl, Judith, Michonne, Sasha, Tyreese and Gabriel at the church.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, Rick still wasn't sure what to do with you. Carl wouldn't let him kill you and he didn't want to let you leave because you could easily find them again, but he couldn't trust you to be part of the group and you understood that. But, you were starting to get real bored of sitting and standing around in handcuffs.

"Guys, Daryl's back." Michonne's voice suddenly called from the front door.

You glanced over your shoulder from where you were sitting one of the benches to find Michonne walking back inside followed by Daryl and some kid you had never seen before.

In an instant the group all rushed over them, minus Sasha who was mourning her boyfriends death and still sitting outside somewhere.

You watched as Rick pulled Daryl into hug and Daryl asked where the others were and Rick explained everything as they all began walking back to the front of the church where you were still sitting.

You listened as Daryl began explaining what happened and you tried to keep the handcuffs hidden. You didn't want Daryl to see them and get distracted by them because he was in the middle of explaining what happened to Beth and Carol and you really wanted to know. Plus he was explaining how he found this kid who's name was apparently Noah.

By the time he finished explaining everyone was staring at him in shock because the people who took Beth, had also taken Carol. And this Noah guy used to be one of them, but got free and knew exactly where their camp was.

Within an hour the group of them agreed to a plan.

Tomorrow morning you were all going to board up the windows, block off the front steps so no walkers could get into the church where Michonne, Carl, Judith and Gabriel would be staying.

The rest of you were going to head to Atlanta to try get Carol and Beth who were apparently being help hostage by a group of police officers inside some kind of hospital.

"Y/N, you're staying here." Rick instructed sternly, but you shook your head.

Beth was one of the few people who actually treated you like a normal person, you were going with them and you were going to get Beth back.

"I'm going, but not to help you. I'm going to help, Beth. If you want to stop me then you're going to have to do more than just these handcuffs." You responded, holding your hands up from your lap to show off the handcuffs around your wrist towards the group who were all sitting on the various benches.

Your eyes locked with Daryl's as he stared at you for a few seconds in confusion before his head snapped around to Rick in sudden anger.

"The hell ya got her chained up for?!" Daryl questioned, glaring at his best friend who sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"She's the Shadow Assassin! She's not a good person, we can't trust her." Rick stated pointing towards you causing you to roll your eyes, but you didn't want Daryl getting worked up about this. You needed to focus on Beth and Carol, that was the only thing that mattered.

"She ain't a threat to us! Rick, she-" Daryl began to argue before you cut him off.

"It's cool, Daryl. Rick's just trying to protect the group. I get it. Let's just focus on what's important, okay?" You asked, looking over at Daryl as you gave him a reassuring smile and he looked like he wanted to argue about the topic more. His eyes glanced down to the cuffs on your wrist before he sighed, but nodded.

"Good, now I'm coming with you and once we get them back then you do whatever you want with me, Deputy. But, until then, I am coming with you." You stated sternly and Rick stared at you for a few seconds before he nodded.

"Everyone go get some rest. We start securing the place in the morning and leave after that." He instructed.

Everyone nodded in agreement and went off to their bags and blankets while Rick and Daryl stayed sitting on the bench near you.

"Why didn't you just kill me and Shane that day in the cabin? Why help Shane control the bleeding and let me call for back up? Hell, you even used Shane's walkie to call for backup yourself. Most bad guys would've just killed us and left." Rick said after a few minutes of silence while Daryl sat beside him, chewing at his thumb nail, both of their eyes on you and you smiled softly at them.

"I only kill bad people, Deputy. You officers were just trying to do your job and caught in the crossfire." You answered honestly.

Rick didn't know how to respond to that as he leant back in his seat, still staring at you.

"Did you feel anything when you killed all those people? Did you feel anything at all?" Rick asked and you knew he was trying to wrap his head around why you used to do what you did, but there wasn't anything you could say that help him understand.

"Recoil."

Daryl glared at you, silently telling you to shut up because you really weren't helping your situation, but you just shrugged your shoulders.

"All those people I've killed both before and after? I want you to know that I'd do it again. They're rapists, psychos, sadists, murderers, they don't deserve to live after the stuff they have done."

"Why do you get to live? Why do you get to choose who lives and who dies?" Rick asked.

"There are worst things than dying, Deputy. I wake up most mornings and I want it. I hope for it. So, if you think that I deserve to die, then go right ahead. But, if you want to get Carol and Beth back then you're going to need my help. Take your pick." You responded, leaning back in your chair as you stared at them.

"Ya ain't killin' her." Daryl muttered defensively and Rick just nodded as he stood up and walked off, knowing if he stayed there any longer than it would end in an argument.

"Thought I told ya to lie if he ever figured out who ya were." Daryl whispered, moving seats as he sat down beside you.

"And I told you that I wouldn't lie to him." You answered.

"He could've killed ya while I wasn't here." Daryl muttered, a hint of anger in his tone, but you shook your head.

"He could have. But, he won't, at least not until we get your friends back." You explained.

Daryl rubbed his face with his hands before leaning over and resting his arm over your shoulders like he did that night in the woods.

"I ain't gonna let that happen." He stated and you sighed.

Daryl was willing to get into an argument with Rick and his group and stand up for you. Why? It won't end well and you couldn't drag him down. They were his family, you couldn't come between that.

"You're strong. You're smart and I like you, alright? But, you're so goddamn stubborn and you will throw everything you have with this group away for me and I can't let that happen. So, when that time comes after we get your friends back, I need you to promise me that you will agree to whatever Rick decides, okay? I can't let you throw everything away for me." You stated, glancing over at him, but Daryl shook his head as his arm tightened around your shoulders. His face was covered by his hair, but you could see the way he was biting his lip as he thought about what to day.

"Nah, we'll figure it out. We'll figure it out together." Daryl replied, but you shook your head.

"No. I can't let you throw everything away for me. There's no warm cozy ending, not for me. There's no light at the end of this tunnel, I knew that a long time ago and I've excepted it, so I need you to except it too. Whatever Rick decides after all of this, you just go with it, please. Promise me." You said, resting your head down against his shoulder as he held you and you could feel him shaking his head at you.

"Can't promise that." He mumbled, resting his head on top of yours, but neither of you said anything after that as you both slowly fell asleep.

NEXT CHAPTER

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spnirwin · 4 years

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Could you do an angsty Eddie x reader story? Maybe she gets in a car accident and Bobby has to keep him back while Buck, Chim, and Hen help her. And maybe a little fluff sprinkled in the end...

Love You Forever

A/N: This turned out way longer than I expected, but I had so much fun with it! I also couldn’t resist the best friend Buck angle, I hope you don’t mind. I’m posting this on mobile so I apologize if the formatting is wonky. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1430

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Eddie smiled down at his phone as your text came through.

Y/n (6:03 pm): I’m heading out now. I’ll call you when I get home from dinner. Love you!

He sent back a quick “love you too” before pocketing his phone and refocusing his attention on his own dinner and the crew sitting around him.

Eddie counted his blessings on a daily basis that he had landed in the 118. The bond that the team shared was unparalleled, and anyone that witnessed their interactions instantly understood that they were a family. And as grateful as Eddie was for all of them, he was the most grateful for Buck. The day he decided to introduce Eddie to his best friend was a day Eddie would never forget, because it was the day he met you.

The first time you met you learned about Eddie’s son and immediately offered to help out when he was on shift. He cautiously accepted, and hearing about you and your adventures through Christopher only helped Eddie fall for you even faster. Seven months later you had moved in and the three of you had begun forming your own version of a family together.

You had stepped into the role of a main caretaker for Christopher beautifully, almost as if you were always meant to be a part of their lives. You rarely took time for yourself, which is why Eddie was so happy that you had decided to take your friends up on their offer of dinner downtown. It had taken a push from him and Carla showing up at the front door, but you were finally out enjoying a much deserved night off.

Everyone at the table groaned as the bell went off in the station, signaling them to their posts.

“Just once can we have an uninterrupted meal?” Buck moaned as he shoved himself backwards away from the table.

“So sorry accidents don’t plan themselves around your mealtimes,” Eddie chucked, shaking his head as he put on his gear and climbed into the truck.

The two of them bickered and joked the entire high speed ride to the accident scene, Bobby shaking his head at them from the front seat. They pulled up and hopped out of the truck, looking to Bobby for further instruction.

“Okay, dispatch said this is a multiple vehicle incident, multiple injuries reported. One vehicle overturned, two others blocking the intersection,” Bobby informed the crew.

They stepped out from behind the truck to begin assessing the scene, and Eddie froze. The overturned car steaming in the middle of the intersection was one he recognized immediately. It was yours.

“Y/n,” he whispered, eyes locked on your car.

“What?” asked Buck, turning in confusion to follow his eyeline. He understood at once, and turned back to Eddie as he tried to make a break for you. “Whoa whoa,” he shouted, shoving Eddie backwards.

“Y/n!” Eddie screamed, fighting against Buck to try and get to you.

“Eddie, Eddie!” Bobby yelled as he continued to try and get past Buck. “You need to let them take care of her.”

“Cap, I need to go, I need to help her,” Eddie’s voice was strained, desperate. Tears started to slip down his cheeks as Bobby took over holding Eddie back.

“I’ve got her!” Buck shouted as he turned and started running towards your car, where Chimney and Hen were already crouched.

Eddie watched as Buck reached the car, wishing desperately that it was him.

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“Bucky?” you whispered as Buck’s face appeared before you.

“Yeah it’s me, I’m here,” Buck replied, eyes scanning you for injuries. “Can you tell me what hurts?” Hen had made quick work of getting you in a C collar, and now it was time to figure out how to get you out of the car.

“Where’s Eddie?” you asked, frantically looking around you, unable to locate who you were searching for. “Evan, I can't feel my legs.” You were beginning to panic, unaware of the extent of your injuries and the jagged piece of metal jammed into your stomach.

“He’s over by the truck with Bobby,” Buck replied, beginning to pull on the car door. “Let’s get you out of here and then he’ll be with you.”

A few agonizing minutes later they were pulling you out of the car, placing you on the stretcher, and quickly wheeling you towards the ambulance. The last thing you saw before you passed out was Eddie’s face appearing over you, shouting something that looked vaguely like “please hold on for me.”

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Eddie sat beside you as you laid in the hospital bed, head in his hands. You had come out of surgery an hour ago, and still hadn’t regained consciousness. The ambulance ride was the longest seven minutes of Eddie’s life. He had watched Hen fight you for control of your life, restarting your heart twice before reaching the front doors of the hospital.

He couldn’t help but blame himself for your accident. If he hadn’t pushed you to get out of the house, take a night off, you would never have been in that car. You wouldn’t have ended up in the path of a drunk driver, and you wouldn’t have ended up flipped over in the middle of the Sepulveda and Sherman intersection.

Tears were rapidly falling down his cheeks, hitting the sheets gently. If you didn’t recover, he would never forgive himself.

“Eddie Diaz, are you crying over me?” Your voice came out cracked and hoarse, your fingers twitching, trying to reach him.

Eddie’s head shot up, eyes searching your face frantically, double checking that you were really conscious and speaking to him.

“Come here,” you demanded softly. “Hold my hand, please.” He obliged your request and you let out a soft sigh at the feel of his skin against yours. You closed your eyes before you spoke again. “I think I almost died today.”

Eddie let out a strangled laugh. “You did die,” he said. “Twice, actually.”

“Does that mean I’m a superhero now?” you asked, eyes opening back up and locking on his.

“You’ve always been a superhero,” he replied, gently reaching up and brushing your hair from your forehead. “You’re Christopher’s superhero, and you're my superhero.”

“I love you,” you sighed, letting your eyes slip shut again. “And you can call the nurse now, I know you’ve been dying to since the second I woke up.”

Eddie smiled as he reached forward and pressed the call button on the wall. It beeped as he replied, “I love you too.”

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It had been a week and a half since the accident, and Eddie was gently depositing you on the couch in your shared apartment.

“If you continue to treat me like an invalid, Diaz, we’re going to have a problem,” you grunted, glaring at him as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Until you can pee by yourself, you’re stuck with me,” he joked, sitting down next to you. “Seriously, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Eddie, honestly. I’m recovering at an acceptable rate. You need to stop worrying so much.”

“You know me, I’m a worrier. Especially when it comes to you,” he replied, shrugging.

“You’re right, I do know you,” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “And I know that you blame yourself for all of this. You’re sitting there right now blaming yourself for the accident, despite the fact that it had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

He started at you slack-jawed, shocked at the fact that you had him pegged so well. “You need to stop,” you continued on, voice rising with conviction. “This was not your fault. This was the fault of that idiot kid that decided to get in a car drunk and plow through a red light. So stop sitting there and being angry at yourself for no reason.”

He huffed out a short laugh as he took in the stubborn look on your face. This was a battle he was not going to win, and you both knew it. Instead of speaking, he leaned over and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“You know, you aren’t going to break me,” you said, pulling him closer as the front door opened. You broke apart as the sound of Christopher and Buck’s voices echoed through the apartment.

“Love you forever,” Eddie whispered against your cheek before fully pulling away from you.

“I love you too,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him as Christopher entered the room with a shout of your name.

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#eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz oneshot #eddie diaz drabble #9-1-1 #9-1-1 oneshot #9-1-1 drabble #shannon writes

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fantasykidofkpop · 3 years

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My Super Girlfriend pt 1

Nct Taeil x reader (ft. Johnny)

Nerd! Artist!Taeil x Super!reader

Superhero au Strong Woman Do Bongsoon au

Description: Every superhero saves the day and rescues a girl. But what if a girl with super inhuman abilities, saves the day and rescues her nerdy lover.

Quote: With great power, comes great responsibility

Taeil asks himself everyday whenever he comes home from his date

"How did I, a low life, an outcast, a nerd, get the most adorable and the most beautiful girl in all of Seoul."

Taeil and Y/N were together ever since senior year of High School

You been together for 3 years and Taeil could have been any happier with his lovely girl

But was he didn't know.... that his girlfriend has a secret

3 years ago, senior year, in high school

Taeil was always getting picked on and was always the bully's target

Especially, for Johnny Seo, the school's heartthrob, captain of the basket ball team

Johnny and some of his team members (Taeyong, Jaehyun and Ten) would always pick on Taeil and sometimes beat the crap out of him if he didn't or refuses to do their assignments

Taeil sometimes come home with bruises, a black eye and a busted lip

Whenever his parents ask about his wounds, he would lie by saying

"Oh, I bumped into a lamp post" "I tripped on the side walk" etc

Taeil knew if he told his parents, they would have move and transfer him to a different school

He wanted to stay, only to study Art

Sometimes, at night, he lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and wishes for tomorrow to be better day

"Please, let tomorrow be a brand new day"

The moment he fell into deep slumber

His wish came true

The next day, this morning was the same

Taeil walked to his locker, when he opened it, fake spiders came out of his locker

Even though they're fake, but he has a phobia of spiders

Taeil shrieks

Loud laughter came from behind

Johnny and friends were laughing really hard

Everyone laughed with them

"Same old scared little Taeil" Johnny says

"Oh wait, he's still little!" Ten shouts

Everyone laughs while Taeil looks at his feet in embarrasment

"See you later Short Stack!" Johnny yells and high fives his friends and leaves

I knew it, he thought

"Hey bro, you okay?" His bestfriend Mark asks while helping him

Him and Mark have been best friends since the were in middle school

"Yeah, I'm fine" he says

They both walk to their first period class

"Hey I heard there is a new student coming to our school" Mark points out

"Oh really?" Taeil asks

"Yeah, they say the new student is a girl, but I havent seen her yet"

"Oh okay" he says a little nervously

"I hope she'll treat you right" Mark reasures

They both entered the class and sat down in their assigned seats

While everyone was waiting for the teacher, Taeil kept thinking about what the new student would be like

His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher mr. Choi (SuJu Choi Siwon)

"Good morning class, before we begin our lesson, we have a new student joining us today, she new around her, make her feel welcome." He say while pointing at all of us

Mr.Choi gestures the new student to come in

The moment she walked in, Taeil's world stopped

His eyes widen and mouth parted in awe

Everything was in slow motion

Your hair flow a little behind and the sun reflected your soft hair

There stood before him, was a smiling beauty

You looked ethereal to him, like aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty

Taeil's heart beated fast like it was going to burst out of his chest by now

Mr.Choi gestures you to introduce herself

"Annyonghasaeyo, my name is Dong Y/n, im from Shanghai, China, please take care of me." You smile brightly showing your pearly whites

Your voice, was so beautiful, sounded like an angel's voice and it felt smooth like whipped cream

All of the guys were swoon by your smile

While some of the girls were jealous of your beauty and your figure

Taeil was lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he called by the teacher

He got startled by his yell

"I said, Taeil raise your hand" Mr.Choi says sternly

He shakely raise his hand

When your meet his, you gave him another beautiful smile

His heart was beating at a fast rate when you came towards him

When you sat down next to him, Taeil was freaking out on the inside

"Hello, Taeil" you smiled at him and took your hand for him to shake

He froze again and came back to reality when you greeted him

"H-h-hi" he says while timidly taking his hand out to shake your hand

"H-how do you know my name?" He says shyly and awkwardly

His heart flutterd when he heard your giggle

"The teacher called on you, silly" you said while giggling

His cheeks started to heat up and looked away in embarassment

Through out the class period, Taeil could hardly pay attention to the lesson

He couldn't help but stare at your face

You have flawless skin, cute button nose, soft rosy cheeks, pink plump lips

And MOST of all, your big bright blue eyes

Honestly for Taeil, he's never seen anyone with bright blue eyes before

Blue is actually his favorite color

He uses blue colors for when he's painting the ocean or a lake

Yours eyes were like the color of the ocean

They reminded him of his paintings of the ocean

He was so lost in your beauty, that the bell rang, ending first period

"Dude, class ended, didn't you hear the bell?" Mark calls out

Taeil came back to reality "h-huh what?"

"Are you okay, your face is really red and are you sweating?" Mark asks

He checks himself, and starts feeling embarased

"It's just so hot in this room" he lies

"You sure it was from Y/N?" Mark says with a smirk

"I don't know what you mean, lets go!" He says quickly

And speed walks out of the classroom

2nd period, Taeil's scariest period

Exercising is not the problem

His worst nightmare has the same class with him

JOHNNY SUH

Its scary when Mark doesn't have 2nd period with Taeil

Everyone was already dressed in their gym wear and so is Taeil

While everyone was stretching and waiting for the teacher

The girl's dressing room door opens

Taeil looks up and his eyes widens and his jaw drops in awe

You looked so stunning in your black sports bra and sweats

You such an amazing hourglass body

All of the boys were drooling, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil couldn't look away, its like he was hypnotized by your body

When your eyes meet his, you smiled sweetly and started walking towards him

The way your ponytail bounced

The way your hips swayed

It was driving him crazy

Taeil suddenly felt himself being pushed to the ground

"Out of my way!" Johnny yells

Yup, he pushed him 😑

"Hey, beautiful, we haven't been properly introduced, the names Johnny" he says with a flirty smile and kisses your hand

Taeil felt anger and jealousy rushing through his body

"Nice to meet you too, Johnny" you said in a gentle voice ignoring his flirting

"What should I call you, Im guessing your name is gorgeous goddess?" He flirts again

"Thanks for the compliment, the names Y/N Dong Y/N"

"Wait, Dong Y/N, like as in, Dong Sicheng?" Johnny asks in a surprised voice

"Yes, he's my little brother" you said with a small smile

Everyone especially Taeil were shocked

Nobody knew that Dong Sicheng

A.K.A. Winwin, Student Council President

Has an older sister

"Anyway, there are a bunch of nut jobs in this school, especially him" he points at Taeil

"But don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you, sweet heart" he winks

He looks down and waits for you to laugh at Johnny's insult

"I don't think so, he seems sweet" you said the honest truth

That made Taeil go red as a tomato

Jaehyun, Taeyong and Ten snickered

Johnny scoffs

"Yeah, right. Well anyway, beautiful, if you want or need after school physical education, come to me. I promise to keep that gorgeous body in shape" he says by using his hands to motion your body

"Ok, I'll think about it" you said with a gentle smile

Before Johnny could speak, PE teacher mr.Lee (Lee Dong-hae SuJu) came in and blew his whistle

"Alright everyone, today is Friday, I have a surprise in store for you guys" he smirks

Taeil was not liking this feeling

"Today, were doing, drum roll please" he points at Ten

Ten pats the bleacher to resemble a drum

"Wrestling!" He shouts

Everybody were shouting in excitement, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil felt he's going to pee himself any second now

"Alright, who wants to go?" He's says in anticipation

"Me mr.Lee!" Johnny shouts

"Yes, my tall handsome star student, get up here!" He smiles

He runs up to the center onto the gymnastic matt

"Pick your opponent"

He playfully looks around and spots Taeil

Johnny evilly smirks and points at him

"Moon Taeil !"

Taeil was beyond mortified

Everyone ooohed and silently laughs, except you

He shakely stands up and walks to the center

"You can do this Taeil !" You shouted

Taeil felt his fear wash away from your cheers

Until

Whistle blows

Taeil gets punched in the stomach

"One point to Johnny!" Mr.Lee shouts

Everyone except you claps

"Round 2!"

Taeil tries to push Johnny down, but he wasn't strong enough

Johnny and the students started laughing at his lack of strength

You, on the other hand, were cheering for Taeil

"Come on Taeil, you can do it!"

Taeil was suddenly punched in the face and got kneed in the stomach

He fell to the ground, breathing heavily

"Winner! Johnny" mr.Lee shouts and raises Johnny's arm

Everyone claps and chants out Johnny's name

You ran to Taeil and helped him up

"Are you okay?" You asked softly

He looks up and sees your beautiful face

"Am I in Heaven?" He asks almost in a conscious state

"No, your on the floor, lets get you back on the bleachers, silly" you said while giggling

You helped him back on the bleachers

"Who wants to go up against, Johnny?" Mr.Lee asks in anticipation

Nobody answers until...

"I will !" You shouted and raised your hand

Everyone, including the coach, Johnny and Taeil gasped

"W-w-well a-are you sure?" Coach asks

You nodded while gently smiling

You walk up to the center and stood 2 feet in front of Johnny

Taeil was really worried, if you get hurt, it felt like it be his fault for putting yourself on his spot

"Ready!" Blows the whistle

"I'll take it easy on you, beautiful" he says with a flirty smile and winks

Before he finish his sentence

In a blink of an eye

You got him in a choke hold and took him down with a loud thud

Everyone was shooked, including Taeil and coach

"How did she do that!" He thought

"Uh-uh one point to Y/N" coach stutters

Before Taeil could process anything, he saw something really strange

Your eyes

They were blue earlier, but when you took down Johnny, your eye color turned RED

And he had no idea that a sweet and innocent girl like you

Be that strong to take down a 6 foot tall basket ball player

"Final round!" Blows whistle

Johnny strikes a punch

But, you dodged his punch and swiftly flipped over Johnny

Everyone's jaws dropped and eyes widened

Nobody has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling

Not even his team mates

Nobody, except Taeil, notice your eyes change back to their original color

"What is she?!" He screams internally

You looked at everyone with an innocent look

"Um, did I go too far?" You asked in a small gentle voice

Everyone jumps out of there seats and claps while cheering you

Taeil, couldn't process what just happened and just stared at you in amazement

Johnny, on the other hand, couldn't believe what just happened

He sits up looks at you in shock

A girl, a beautiful, innocent girl, just took down a 9 time basket ball champion

His teams mates helped him up

"Bro, that was INSANE!" Ten exclaims

"She must've worked a lot" Jaehyun guesses

"Yeah, but I gotta admit, that's MY kind of woman" Johnny looks at you with a smirk while wipping the sweat off him

You thanked everyone for giving you compliments, then coach blew his and told everyone sit back down

Everyone had 10 minutes left of class, so coach Lee let everyone have free time

Taeil calms himself down and drinks his bottle of water

"Taeil !" You called him

He looks up and sees you jogging up to him with a gentle smile

He was infactuated by you

They way your hair moves when you jog

Sweat dripping

Then his eyes accidentally when down your chest

The way your breast bounce lightly

To be honest, for Taeil, you breast were like the perfect size

Like they were sculpted, like the greek goddesses

He hasn't realize that you're in front of him and he's beet red

"Hey Taeil, are you alright ?" You asked worriedly

"I think I'm in love" he says faintly

"What?" You asked

He broke out of his thoughts, and looks at you and starts stuttering

"Oh uh, I mean that, I think I'm in love with your fighting techniques?" He lies

You giggled

"Thank you," you said with a smile

"How did you do that, no one has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling" he asks in astonishment

"Oh, my father taught me some of his greatest martial art skills" you said

"That's amazing, I'd like to meet him one day" he says in excitement

Then, you looked down in sadness

"Actually, my father passed away when I was 8" you said sadly

Taeil felt guilty for asking that question

"Don't be, its alright" you said gently

"Oh oka-" before he finishes his sentence

How did you know he was feeling guilty

"How did you know that I felt guilty?" He asks supiciously To be continued

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 4 years

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House, M.D. Fanfic (12/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my rewrite of particular scenes and episodes with regards to Huddy. As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have been offered the world to stay and be a major part of season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. I do sometimes use dialogue from episodes... but there are slight changes and adaptations, as well as additions to fit what I need. We just have to grit our teeth and bear this revisit of the Tritter era. I'm not sure if I hated him or Vogler more... but I wanted to kill both.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! I love feedback... good, bad or ugly. Seriously. It's like my Vicodin. So please enable me! Enjoy!

xxxxx

"I need a script for Vicodin."

Cuddy looked up from the medical journal she was reading. "How many days do you have left?"

"I can probably get through the next few minutes or so."

She was honestly surprised he was there. After everything that had happened between them, she knew how hard it must have been for him to come to her and ask. "You're coming to me, which means your lackeys actually stood up to you. I'm impressed, good for them," she stood and moved to her desk.

"Yes, their cowardice is inspiring."

"You should be thanking them. If they caved, it would give the cops evidence that you intimidated underlings to feed your addiction," she stated, pulling out her prescription pad from her desk.

"I hate writing thank you notes. Would it be weird if I asked Cameron to write them?" He watched as she grabbed a pen. "You're hooking me up?" That was surprising, considering everything between them. He'd come to her as a very last resort, but he had never expected her to actually give him a script.

"Unfortunately if I cut you off, it would give the cops evidence that you don't really need the pain medicine."

"I knew that cleavage was a smoke screen! You're a genius."

She watched as he reached for the paper, and had trouble lifting his arm. Pulling it just out of his reach, she commented, "You can't lift your arm."

"You can't pee standing up. Gimme."

"You've been doing physio? Maybe you pulled something?"

"Yeah, been training for Pants Off Dance Off. Give me the script."

"Your shoulder problem isn't physical. What's new? What's different? Any big changes in your life recently? Fight with the wife, maybe?"

"Right, my shoulder hurts because you stopped having sex with me. It's your fault. Good thing you're hooking me up with the good stuff."

She was quiet for a moment. That dig at her had hurt a little more than she'd expected. "It's good. It means that your shoulder is a human being. It's a start."

He just stared at her. Maybe it really was because they'd stopped sleeping together. He wouldn't let himself say that they broke up... they hadn't been together to begin with. It had all been based on sex because she wanted a baby. That option was no longer on the table, so there was no reason to keep seeing each other.

"I'm right, right?"

"Yeah. Just not about me," he said, turning to leave after her words gave him an epiphany about his patient. He turned a moment later and snatched the paper from her fingers before leaving for good.

xxxxx

The mobile red dot that was distracting her benefactors caused her to stand. "Excuse me. I have a toddler to put in time out," she said, heading for the door. More like she had a doctor she wanted to kill. "House!" She barked firmly, holding her hands out to the side in a 'what the hell' gesture.

"Need my pills!"

She rolled her eyes. "Right, and there was no other way to get my attention. Knocking on the door would never work."

He shrugged. "If I knocked on the door, I'd be forced to talk to your benefactors. I don't think you really want that," he smirked. Which was true... he didn't have the best history at schmoozing anyone. "If you'd given them to me when I asked half an hour ago, I wouldn't have had to interrupt your meeting."

"It wasn't time for a dose half an hour ago," she stated, moving to the clinic pharmacy and asking for his pills. Taking them, she offered the cup with a single pill to him.

"You seem to be missing the rest of the bottle."

She gave a smile. "No more free floating prescriptions.... reasonable doses at reasonable times."

He just stared at her. Was she serious? "Who decides what is reasonable?"

"The only doctor in this building who is willing to write you a script for pain meds," she answered smugly, shaking the cup at him.

He scowled, but took the cup. "You spent the last six months trying to have a baby with me. Are you sure you're really the best judge of what's reasonable?"

She froze slightly at his words, but simply kept walking back toward her office. "Reasonable doses," she repeated back to him before opening the door.

He watched the door close behind her before heaving a sigh and taking the pill she given him. It was better than nothing.

xxxxx

She walked into the empty room she had allowed Detective Tritter to occupy to look through the hospital files that she had supplied only after he had given her a court order. "Seems like a waste of taxpayer dollars. You should be out arresting real criminals."

"I'm on vacation this week. And Dr. House is a real criminal."

"He's not a Colombian drug lord, he's a pain patient. And you're not going to find anything."

He smirked smugly. "I've found plenty."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "You act like you're doing the world a huge favor, protecting everyone from House, but who protects the world from you?" She asked him then. "House may be an ass, but you're a bully. You've bullied my head of oncology to quit, my entire hospital staff is afraid to do... anything, really. He's probably the world's biggest jerk, but there's always a reason behind it. But you... you're going after innocent people because you've got a grudge against one person."

"Not one of you are innocent!" Tritter responded angrily. "Not one of you have told me the truth about him!"

Cuddy stood her ground, toeing the line with him. "Where's your proof? Not a single person is going to say anything against him to you," she responded confidently.

Tritter studied her. "I don't expect it from Dr. Cameron... or from you. Like I told her, women don't give up the men they're in love with. And for whatever reason, both of you are a little in love with him... maybe even a lot in love with him. I don't expect it from Dr. Foreman... he isn't a fan of police officers. But Dr. Chase or Dr. Wilson? One of them will flip. Or someone else will. Or Dr. House will do something every addict does. Eventually I will get what I want. And then everyone who lied to me is going down with Dr. House."

Cuddy just stared daggers at him, still more than capable and more than willing to square off with him. "Even if Dr. House has a problem... it's a medical problem. One that should be dealt with by doctors, not police detectives with a grudge."

"Except that none of you are dealing with it!"

"You don't know that, because you're not a doctor! You're a bully with a badge!"

Tritter clenched his jaw for a moment, working the nicotine gum around in his mouth. "He's going to jail. Like I said, I always get what I want." With that, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and left.

(Gif done by @gabrielokun and I will remove it if they ask. I just didn't know how to reblog their original post onto my story because it fit)

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Eight. Part 2

Sitting in the SUV “I need you both to ring every hospital in Virginia for me, I Googled searched and there is thirty six” Jen and Mel just stared at me dumbfounded like I was talking crazy but at this moment I am, I just got rid of Jay Brown and said I would meet him later which I won’t be, I need them to help me on this “what has happened?” Jen asked “I have been hating him every day since he was ignoring my message to only find out he is in hospital, I need to see him, but he doesn’t want to tell me where, I didn’t ask because he is stubborn. Now please, I need to see him. Ring every hospital and say you’re his wife, I will do the same. Please do it for me” I know I sound like I have lost my mind, but I care for him no matter the circumstance we are at right now, I really care for him “he, meaning Chris?” Jen asked “yes, I am speaking on Chris. Just please, his name is Christopher Maurice Brown, he was in a coma, so I am guessing ICU, not sure but please find him for me” Mel rubbed my arm “you really do love him?” Mel said “I always have but I can always put my feelings aside, I have grown used to doing it because I didn’t know where he went but I do now, I just get angry with him. I am going to go back to Virginia and see him. Jay Brown can kiss my ass, Rich is booking me a ticket. I don’t know what happened, but he is in hospital. I don’t care, he is my friend and I care for him. I would do the same for you both, you know I would. I am just that kind of friend to you all, but with him he is my friend and also my lover, please girls” Jen and Mel look so concerned “we will come with you?” shaking my head “I have Rich, I will get back quick. Just ring them and find out, I am starting now” he is stubborn and if I ask him he will never say it because he doesn’t want me there, he has no choice now.

Mel is clicking her fingers in my face all wide eyed, but can she just tell me, I think she has found out “thank you so much, I thought he moved that is all. I have been away, but I will see him soon, thank you” Mel put the phone down “so found him, I had to talk so much shit to her. He is at the Virginia Hospital Center, he is in the critical care part. They are allowing visitors and she said he is awake, and also that he is having some scans today so he may be away from his room, but you can come along” thank you god “thank you so much Mel! I better get going, I need to get on the first flight out there” Mel pointed behind me, looking behind and seeing Rich. He opened the car door “not another flight until three hours, so I got a jet booked for as soon as possible. That will be quicker” I guess so “thank you, I will go now but I Wil call you both. Just wait for me here. I will be back” Mel leaned over hugging me “you honestly do love him; I am shocked but yet impressed. You love someone” I chuckled “thanks, love you both” holding Jen’ hand smiling at her “go and see him, put your mind at rest. Hope he is ok” I hope he is too, sighing out.

“Please don’t try and touch your head” the nurse navigated my hand back down, I feel like so much is happening, I was asleep, but they are putting me in for scans and I just noticed my leg is in a cast, I am so tired that I just didn’t notice till I wiggled my toes, now I feel like shit “is it bad?” I asked, “what is?” she asked “me? Is there something mentally wrong?” the nurse smiled at me “not mentally wrong, if there is you wouldn’t be speaking to me, we want to make sure your head is ok one hundred percent” she is right “why am I so tired then, what happened to my leg? And my fingers?” she may have more answers “so you are taking them of to check?” I asked “yes, check your whole body for anything else broken properly. With you being in an induced coma we didn’t want to move the body too much, but you are awake now, not to worry” she said not to worry but she is saying I am broken, this is going to be so long. I know it now, this recovery is going to be longer than I assumed it would be, I am in a state of shock and also pain, I feel my mind is trying to catch up with everything that happened to me, but it’s just too much. I would like to know what I was hit with “let me know if you feel any type of discomfort, we are taking the bandage off your head now” nodding my head, will my head come apart, this is scary.

I properly look like a spoilt child right now, but they are right my left hand pinkie is finger bone is broken, my leg is broken, and I don’t know about my head. They bandaged it back up again “I hate this” I really do, I am just here in this bed “when will I get back to normal” looking to the side of me “let’s think of the positives, you are alive ok? Bones will heal, the doctor will come and speak to you about the rest. You need to just rest and not think of everything else; you are doing too much thinking. Rest is key?” I sniggered “bills don’t get paid ma’am, I will probably get beat again and I will be back” laughing to myself “I don’t think your body can take another, looking at your records from last time you got hit it was also head injury. You need to be more careful with yourself, love yourself” I feel like an invilid on this bed “and the porter is here, we will get you back to your room. I think you should be happier and feel more blessed that you are here in this world Chris. But the doctor will be with you and he can then discuss what he has seen and if there is anything serious ok?” nodding my head “see you soon I guess” I mumbled “you will, take him back to his room for me thank you” I sighed out heavily.

It sucks that nobody is here, they all went home of course. I mean I was gone for tests for hours, so I don’t’ blame them, now I am alone here. I just have Netflix on my phone, TJ downloaded me some shit to watch but my mind is not in it. I just keep thinking back to when I left the house, my parents’ home. I didn’t see anyone around, I literally was walking to my car and then some nigga just started calling me a snitch, I knew from then on shit was going south. I was beating that nigga up, I was doing so well. I was beating his ass so bad and then that was it, now I am here. So whoever he was he had a crew with him, sad part is this is cousin that is doing this to me. He blames me and I blame him for getting me in this shit, his whole family hate me which is my family of course. I need to think, I need to think about leaving this place because I can’t get beat up again, I really can’t. Resting my head back on the pillow, I need to care for myself. The nurse is right, I do need to care for myself and just want better for me. Locking my phone, I am tired so I will just sleep.

“Excuse me, Chris” my eyes shot open “huh!” I spat moving back seeing this huge black guy hovering over me “sorry” he stepped back, my eyes bulged out near scared for my life “if you here to kill me then you should have done it in my sleep” the fuck is he “I am not here for that, I was just waking you up. It’s Rich, we met in New York, we may have crossed paths?” squinting my eyes at him “I am Rihanna’ bodyguard” my face softened, my heart is beating even hard then it was. Looking around the room “I just come to scope out the room, is anyone else here with you?” shaking my head “no, wait. Is she here?” I am expecting to see her face “I don’t want her here, please tell me she isn’t. I really don’t want her to see me bro” he laughed “she found you, your wife that is. You’re married to her now, she got her way like that but yeah, she is here. I will get her now but is anyone else here?” shaking my head, I am palpating right now “did she really come here, look at me” he shrugged walking, he is laughing at me, but I am not happy. I can’t even deal, I am not prepared for this, I am here peeing in a bag and Robyn is here.

I would like to get out of the bed and make myself look a little better, shit is a mess, and she is here to see me. I am shaking, I am nervous to see her after speaking to Barry about shit that happened, I feel like I know what I want but we need to speak and she is here, my heart right now. They will be here soon; I mean it’s been about five minutes. She has come here, and she could get caught, she is crazy for doing this, but I am shocked, this has bought on a whole new feeling to me, my beard has grown, I look a mess. Even I couldn’t bring myself to take a selfie that is how bad I look, I took in a sharp breath as my head turned to the door, it opened “I will stand outside, keep an eye on who comes. Don’t be long” hearing her bodyguard say, she is actually here. I feel emotional, she came here for me. She took time out to search for me, when she said she would search for me she meant it with her whole heart. I feel teary about this, pushing her hood back as she came into the room. She froze near the door, but it closed behind her, she is staring at me I think in shock, she took her shades off. She is wearing my snapback, I forgot she took that “I told you I would find you” nodding my head, I look terrible and she looks so good as always.

Robyn slowly made her way to me, ever so slowly. She is drinking in every part of me, I don’t know what to say. I feel her aura again, I can feel her. When she is close to me I malfunction and now I feel it again, she is here playing with my mind. I can sense the hurt, staring at her intently “I have been hating you every day when you didn’t contact me. Every waking moment I woke up I just hated you not knowing you was here, not knowing what happened to you. And all along you was here, I am hurt and to see you in this state has made me hurt even more. Then the conversation hit me, you said it. You told me that those people are after you still, I am happy to see you alive, but I am hurting so much. I care about you and I was going to come to see you, whether you wanted me too or not” watching Robyn look me up and down, she looks in pain “I was in Miami, but I came here straight away, I lied about a lot but I am here. This is why I say to you life is too short to play games, you know but you’re here and awake” Robyn is speaking so much to me, I am just here mute and in shock that she is here, she came. I didn’t expect her to be here, she came. Robyn reached her hand over and lightly brushed the back of her hand over my cheek, our eyes met, and we just stared at each other in complete silence, when you have so many things to say and you just can’t bring yourself to say it, this is the moment. The look in her eyes, she is hurt “I missed you” I admitted, I missed her so much, and I just want to explode because I am full of feelings.

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dailydaydreamings · 4 years

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The Best in the Worst Way, Part 5

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

I felt like this took forever to write, even though I had it all planned out in my head. Please enjoy, K

“Again?” You sigh, as you slowly come to in the med bay.

“Again,” Bruce confirms, looking down at you over his glasses.

“You and the babies are okay, though, doll,” Bucky murmurs to your left. You turn your head to see him smiling down at you gently. His face was a complete bloody mess!

“What the hell happened to you?” You manage.

He pressed his lips together, suddenly looking very guilty.

“Oh what did you do?” You snapped.

“We’re not going to worry about that right now,” Bucky pulled away and you grasped his hand with a death grip. Glaring.

He’d been with Steve. If he looked like this, what did Steve look like?

Fucking hell how did it comes to this?

“This conversation is not over,” You snapped. You turned to Bruce, “Why does this keep happening?”

He shrugged, “Low blood sugar and iron deficiency, as far as I can tell.”

You blink, “that’s it?”

“That’s still very serious,” Tony said from the doorway, arms crossed.

You winced slightly, “How’s Peter?” The poor kid was probably a nervous wreck.

Tony leaned against the frame, “He’s fine, but we’re talking about you. You’re so not coming back to work.”

You sit up, “No, no, no. I’m fine, what do I have to do? Eat more? Take some supplements?”

Bruce glared at you, “Barnes, how many calories do you eat a day?”

You frown, looking over at your lover, who somehow said, “About eight thousand calories.”

Your eyes go wide, “Eight thousand?!”

You knew he ate a lot but eight thousand?

“All I’m saying is that you need to be eating more,” Bruce turned back to you.

“I’m fine with that!” You said, trying to quell a little bit of panic inside of you, turning to Bucky “But to clarify, did you just say eight thousand calories? Like in a day?”

“You don’t need to eat eight thousand calories,” Bruce said, “just more.”

You frowned back at him, “I didn’t think so, but I’m thinking about when these kids are born and they’re eating eight thousand calories. How much does Steve eat?”

“You’re fucking Steve too?” Tony barked from the door.

“Not the point!” You roll your eyes, “I’m seriously concerned about raising two teenagers eating eight thousand calories a day.”

“Really?” Bucky asked.

You throw your hands in the air, “How is this not a concern?!”

Bruce sighed, “We need to get back on track here. If you can get yourself under control, there’s no medical reason you can’t work.”

“See?” You point at Tony.

He just shrugged, “You’re working less hours.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, you typically worked a sixty hour week. Forty was less.

Bucky looked between the two of you, “Are you joking? You’re clearly not fine.”

You give him a death stare and he levels it. “I’m going back to work.”

He grinds his teeth, “This conversation isn’t over.”

You blink back in surprise. He couldn’t possibly, seriously be limiting your work because you were pregnant, was he?

You shake your head in response. The fucker, it was your body and if he wanted you to be sane, he’d want you to work.

“You’ll be meeting with the specialist next week,” Bruce says, “She’ll be able to give you a better run down of everything and give better recommendations because, and I’ll say it again, I’m not an expert.”

“So should we be waiting to meet with her to let y/n go back to work?” Bucky asked.

You sent him another death glare. What did he want, to keep you locked in a tower, barefoot and pregnant until after you gave birth? What was going to happen after you had the babies?

“How about this,” Tony steped forward, also giving Bucky a deadly side eye, “y/n comes back to work for half days until she meets with the specialist. And no weekends,” he sends a pointed eye at you, “Then, we reassess. Closer to your due date, we scale back responsibility and you train someone to take over for you during maternity leave, which you are taking.”

Which was a given, but still ground your gears a bit. Someone else doing your job, peeing all over your territory, the audacity.

“I guess that works,” Bucky said, which only made you grind your teeth a little harder.

“Perfect,” Tony clapped his hands together. “Y/n, there’s someone in the hall waiting to see you. I’ll go get them.”

As Tony made his exit, you looked up at Bucky, who in turn levelled your glare.

“I think I’ll go wait in the hall,” he said, before you could start a fight.

“Good call,” you snapped.

He stared for another moment, more hurt than angry before going into the hall. You rolled your eyes, leaning back in the gurney. How dare he be hurt? He was the one trying to limit your work.

“Um, Ms y/l/n?” A timid voice came from the doorway. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?”

All hope that it could have been Steve melted away. You opened your eyes and smiled softly at Peter. He was the sweetest kid in the world, how could you stay mad? “Of course, come in.”

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“Let me take an educated guess,” Sam said, coming up to Bucky, who stood arms folded over his chest down the hall from the room y/n was in. “Your little spat with Rogers has something to do with her.”

Bucky reaches up, feeling the cut on his forehead from where Steve had clocked him. “It has everything to do with her,” he admitted.

Sam nodded, folding his own arms and leaning against the wall beside Bucky. “Is she okay?”

Bucky sighed, he really hoped so. “I think so, she’s not feeling good these days.”

Sam nodded again solemnly, before turning to Bucky. “She’s pregnant, right?”

Bucky nodded. There really was no use denying it. You had told him no one could know until 12 weeks, but he wasn’t a liar.

“You were both sleeping with her?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t know who the father is?”

“Nope.”

“That’s why Steve’s mad?”

“No,” Bucky leaned further into the wall until he slid down to the floor. “Steve doesn’t want to be a father. And so he walked away from her...from us.”

It took everything to look up at Sam to make sure he got the meaning of his words. For months he wanted to tell someone about their relationship, but he’d always been sworn to secrecy.

Sam’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. He seemed frozen in thought, which made Bucky’s brain go into hyperdrive with worry, before saying, “Okay, the three of you were together?”

“Yeah.”

“Like a couple but with the three of you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, cool, I guess.”

Bucky laughed slightly as Sam sat down on the ground beside him.

“So how did this happen?”

Bucky laughed, “I have honestly no idea.”

————

Two years ago

“Who is that?” Steve asked.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he realized he’d been caught staring at the pretty girl Tony was giving a tour to.

“Someone Tony hired, I guess. That meeting tonight, were supposed to meet her,” Bucky said, watching you smile and laugh at something Tony said.

“Nice, nice,” Steve said, also equally transfixed. “So she’ll be around a lot?”

“I hope so,” Bucky admitted.

“You should ask her out,” Steve said.

Bucky froze. He could tell Steve was equally smitten with you and blurted our, “No, you should, she’d much rather go out with Captain America anyways.” And cursed himself immediately, he selfishly wanted you to himself.

“No, I couldn’t do that to you,” Steve said. “This is the first time I’ve seen you mooning over a girl since the forties.”

Bucky sighed, there was no way you’d be into him.

“Quick,” Steve hissed. “She’s coming over, act natural.”

Bucky tried his best to look normal as you walked over, and smiled effortlessly at the two of them, and said, “Hey.”

Bucky almost swooned right then and there as you continued you tour with Tony. He watched you leave with a longing to follow.

“Did you just get a text from Tony?” Steve asked.

Bucky pulled out his phone, and nodded as he checked the message.

It simply said, SHE’S OFF LIMITS.

That put an end to the conversation about asking her out for a while. But neither of them realized how much you had been mooning over both of them. From the moment you saw them, both staring at you. Two super soldiers, outwardly staring like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, you were just as smitten.

————

“If you touch me, I will rip that stupid metal arm off of you,” you snapped.

“You’re not to exactly walking in a straight line, sweetheart,” Bucky snapped right back, holding his hands up defensively.

You pressed your hand against the wall for a moment to regain your balance, before slamming your fist against it.

“Goddammit!” You shouted, as tears started to leak out the corners of your eyes.

“Y/n?” He asked tentatively.

You weren’t sure what finally caused it, but you were definitely having a complete break down in the middle of the Avengers compound.

No one seemed to be around, you pride was saved for now, but you braced an arm against the wall as a sob wrecked your body.

“Y/n?” He reached for you, gently—

“I said don’t fucking touch me!” You screamed, slapping him away. You walked a few passes away, your vision going red before you turned around, storming back, and saying, “How dare you? We aren’t living in the 40s, James. You can’t just limit me because I’m pregnant.”

He blinked at you, a sobbing mess sand asked, “Is this seriously what you’re upset about?”

You punched his chest, and he took it. “Of course not!” You turned back around, walking away as fast as you could and maintaining your wobbly balance.

“Then what?!” He yelled, following behind at an acceptable distance.

“Steve!” You shouted, spinning around to motion to his mess of a face. He’d clearly been hit a couple of times. “What the fuck did you do?”

Bucky took a step back, and said in a low voice, “I tried to make him see reason and he didn’t. I reacted, I’m sorry. Trust me, he looks much better than I do.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, a hollow feeling setting in. You felt like a piece of you was gone.

“I wanted to be the one to talk to him,” you rasped was another sob shook your body. “I trusted you to get him back.”

“I tried,” Bucky’s voice broke. You looked up to see tears streaming down his face. He looked so completely hurt and broken, you felt your heart breaking all over again. “You weren’t the only one he left, you know.”

Another sob bubbled over as you reached for him, pulling him into your chest and you both sobbed.

You weren’t the only one, because it had always been the three of you and know it was two. You had to stick together because it wasn’t Bucky’s fault, or even yours, that Steve left.

He’d made his choice, and you prayed he would change his mind.

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One year ago

One year of working for Tony Stark and the Avengers, one year of innocent-ish flirting with Steve and Bucky.

That’s all it was, flirting. Quick quips and compliments in passing. Occasional close taking almost leading to kissing, almost. Dirty innuendo dropped as often as possible. Plans that never came to fruition.

You weren’t sure who you liked more, they were both equally delicious. They were friends, which complicated the matter because you knew they were both interested in you.

One year and you were sick and tired of tiptoeing around them. You stood in front of your wall-length mirror in a seriously scandalous dress, ready to take one of them home tonight. Even if it was just sex.

You smiled to yourself, grabbing your matching black clutch as you walked out of your apartment. Tony had sent a car, which made you feel like a movie star as you sat down. A true dream.

The Avengers annual gala, to raise money for areas affected by conflict and gain some positive press. You’d been too new to attend last year, but you had still been to many of Tony’s parties. This would be amazing no doubt.

It really did end up delivering. The compound was lit in only colourful lanterns, giving it a romantic, mystery vibe. Live music played low and slow and you were instantly handed champagne.

Although this was technically a work event, you wanted to still have some fun. You could mingle while you got trashed, and then you’d switch to the boys. You still hadn’t decided which one was coming home with you.

Your plan was executed almost to a T. You networked until you couldn’t anymore and you went to find the boys. You didn’t remember if you went to look for one or both, but you still found them together.

You remembered someone handing you another drink, and then another. There was definitely some flirting. You think you might have outwardly asked them, which one were you sleeping with tonight.

A bold question for sure. Drunk you was daringly aspirational, but also shameless and naive. She’d gotten you into a lot of tough and embarrassing situations in the past that you had to piece together the next morning.

The last thing you could remember was leaving, both boys on either side of you, laughing.

You worke up the next morning with the worst headache. Groaning, you opened your eyes to be surprisingly met with a very well lit room. That was definitely not yours.

Suddenly much more alert, you looked around to piece together where you were. This definitely wasn’t the first time. The nightstand was impeccably organized and clean. After that, you were facing a window and you recognized the scenery. You were still on the Avengers compound.

So who’s room were you in?

You shifted slightly, wincing at the feeling inside of you. Yep, you definitely had sex last night. How big were they if you could still feel it? Or how late were you up?

The next thing you became aware of, there was an arm around you and someone’s morning wood pressed against your ass.

Moving as slowly as possible, you peaked over your shoulder to see Bucky. Breathing a sigh of relief, you settled back into the pillows. Bucky was good, you slept with Bucky, you thought triumphantly.

And then, a strange epiphany came over you. Bucky’s left arm was made of vibranium. Whoever’s arm was around you was definitely too short to be Bucky’s and was their left, and definitely not made out of vibranium.

Definitely not Bucky’s!

You shot up in bed to see Steve snuggled in behind Bucky, who was starting to stir.

Oh this could not end well!

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“So,” Natasha said, “you wanna tell me about your little theeway?”

Steve glared at her from across the plane as he iced his face. Bucky has unfortunately managed to land a couple of really good hits.

“No.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and asked anyways, “How long has it been going on?”

He sighed, clenching his fist in frustration, “About a year.”

“What? No anniversary?” She cocked an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, “Not the typical relationship, is it?”

She laughed and shrugged, “I’m not one to judge. I’ve been in a couple threeways, for a short period of time, they can be fun.”

He nodded, letting his hand holding the ice drop, “It was just supposed to be fun. No drama, no labels, no expectations. It was fun, for a while.”

“Until one of you knocked her up?”

He shook his head, “I don’t care who did it, I want no part. Bucky seems perfectly happy playing house.”

Natasha wrinkles her nose, “Does this reaction have anything to do with Peggy?”

He glared at her, it had everything to do with Peggy. After bringing back the stones, he went to her and she told him to leave. She’d moved on without him. She had a life, one he was ready for, and she told him to leave.

When he got back, he wanted nothing more than to hang up the shield forever, but he had to do something with his life, right?

He felt so done and tired, and hurt, that he tried to shut himself out from everyone else, but that didn’t last very long. The team dragged him out and he was on his way to mission after mission, just living till the next day.

That was until the three of you had started hanging out. It was good to have something easy, people he could let his walls fall for and depend on. The sex was great, he’d never laughed so hard in his life.

And he definitely didn’t want to complicate it.

Just as children most definitely would. He’d been ready for it, once, but only with a certain someone. And she’d told him to go back to his time.

Wherever the hell that was? Where, in time, did he belong?

He’d always thought with Peggy.

With you and Bucky, it wasn’t the same. It was so far from traditional that serious, relationship drama seemed so far out of the question.

Until you told him you were pregnant while hanging over a toilet seat.

He’d never felt so nauseous and full of panic in his life.

“You’d give up the happiness you found in them,” Natasha said, “because you couldn’t have it with her?”

Steve stared her down, “Do you have someone you would drop everything to be with? And because you can’t be with them, everything and everyone else seems pointless?”

She looked uncomfortable, shifting in her seat self consciously before saying, “At one point, I did. Let me tell you one thing, though, even if I can’t be with them, I wouldn’t throw away any chance at happiness because of it.”

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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15 - afterlife with the werevamp stangie au?

15. Afterlife

I had an idea that sorta plays loose and fast with the specifics of the prompt. It’s not about a traditional interpretation of the word “afterlife”. Instead, it’s about Stan dealing with the fact that he’s no longer technically alive. And it’s something I’ve mentioned before but haven’t really explored in a fic format before. Hope you like it!

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Stan’s knee bouncednervously. His fangs itched like they alwaysdid when he was anxious.

What I wouldn’t give for aneck right now. He heard a dooropen. His head shot up. Angie walked into the living room.

“Well?” he asked. Angie shook her head. Stan’s heart dropped to his feet. “Negative again?”

“It’s- I don’t know why,” Angiesobbed, her head in her hands. Stan gotup from the couch and put an arm around her shoulders, squeezingreassuringly. “My- my fam’ly never hasissues conceiving. It just don’thappen. Stanford even said that bein’ awerewolf should make it more likely I get pregnant.”

“Ford’s not a doctor doctor,though. He might be wrong,” Stansaid. “Maybe being a werewolf makes itmore difficult or something.” Angie’ssobs strengthened.

“You really think it’s- it’s myfault?” she wailed. Stan closed hiseyes.

Dammit.

“No, Angie, I don’t- I don’t knowwhose fault it is- if anyone’s at fault even. I don’t think-” Stan’s fangs werenow itching so much it was almost painful. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to talk and-” The doorbell rang. Angie’s head whipped around to stare at thefront door. She growled softly throughher tears. “I’ll get it. You just sit down and try to calm down a bit,okay?” Angie wordlessly took a seat onthe couch, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Stan walked over to the front door and openedit, revealing his twin brother.

“Stanley, I have been doing someresearch, and-” Ford began immediately. Stan stepped outside, closing the door behind himself.

“Ford, now’s not the time,” hehissed. Ford’s eyes widened in sympathy.

“Another negative pregnancytest?” he asked quietly. Stannodded. “Oh, Stanley, I’m sorry. I know you and Angie really want to havebiological children.”

“Yeah, well, it’s-” Stan looked away, determinedly trying to holdback tears. “Since I can’t exactly go tothe doctor, all we can do is hope the regular old-fashioned horizontal mamboworks out. And it’s- it’s looking likeit won’t. So we’re not exactly in themood for your bullshit right-”

“I think I know why you two are havingtrouble conceiving,” Ford blurted out. Stan crossed his arms.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Lay it on me,” Stan said. Ford swallowed.

“It’s you, Stanley,” he saidsoftly. Ever since being turned, Stanfelt constantly cold, but the ice spreading through his chest now was evencolder than his base state. “You’re…you’re not alive.”

“Then I’m doing a damn good jobpretending it,” Stan muttered. Fordsighed.

“You know what I mean. You lack a heartbeat, your temperature iscolder than any human could survive. Youdon’t even need to breathe, you just pretend to in order to not upsetpeople. You’re not alive. You’re undead.”

“Gee, thanks.” Stan frowned at Ford. “Why is that relevant?”

“Stanley, think about it. If you’re not alive, neither are any of thecells you produce,” Ford said. Stanraised an eyebrow. “Such as…spermcells.” It felt like ice ran throughStan’s veins. His stomach was filledwith lead. “If you’re producing spermcells, they wouldn’t be capable of reaching and fertilizing an egg. And, honestly, you might not even beproducing sperm cells.”

“I don’t wanna talk about mysperm with you, Ford.”

“You told me to tell you.”

“I know, I know.” Stan dragged his hands down his face. “But I was expecting more weird, vague shitabout magic and the phases of the moon and whatever.” An awkward silence fell. Stan sighed. “I guess- I guess this should make Angie feel better, at least. She’s been freaking out, thinking that it’ssomething wrong with her.”

“Oh.” Ford paused. Stan opened the door and stepped inside. “Do you want to break the news about your infertility to her or shouldI-”

“Get the hell outta here, Sixer,”Stan muttered, closing the door in his face. He stared at the closed door for a moment. His fangs still itched.

Shoulda bit Ford while I had thechance.

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Stan sat at the kitchen table,his head in his hands, staring at the phone in front of him. The front door opened. Stan looked up.

“Angie-” he started. Angie rushed past without saying anything. Stan got up. “Angie, come on!” A door closedsomewhere. “Angie!”

“Ten minutes!” Angieshouted. With a low grumble, Stan satback down.

After ten minutes had passed,Stan heard footsteps.

“Angie, what the hell?” he snapped,glaring at his wife. Angie looked downat her feet, carefully hiding her expression. “We finally got an appointment to talk to the adoption people on thephone, and you run out the second they pick up? Do you realize how bad that looks? I mean, with my criminal record, it’s gonna be difficult to convincethem to let us adopt already.”

“Stanley…”

“I know-” Stan took a breath. “I know you’re not happy about the wholeadopting thing, I know you wanted to have a biological kid, but-”

“Stanley.” Angie looked up at him. A broad grin stretched from ear to ear. “I’m sorry about rushin’ out, but I had to goto the store and check on somethin’.”

“Check on what?” Standemanded. “What’s so important that youmaybe screwed up our chance to adopt-”

“Hold out yer hands,” Angieinterrupted.

“What? No. I’mnot gonna-”

“Okay, fine.” Angie set something on the table in front ofStan. Stan glanced down, then back up.

“What is this, some kinda-” He froze, abruptly recognizing the item Angiehad put in front of him. Stan’s gaze slowlytraveled back down to the pregnancy test. He swallowed.

Positive pregnancy test.

“You-” he choked out. Angie sat next to him, still beaming. “How-”

“I realized I wasn’t feelin’quite right, I was late, yadda yadda yadda,” Angie said, waving a hand. “And I knew that I was riskin’ our shot toadopt if I wasn’t right. But I knew thatif I was pregnant, we wouldn’t want to go the adoption route. I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time.”

“That was-” Stan swallowed again. “That was a big risk, babe.”

“Since when have we not taken bigrisks?” Angie asked quietly, resting her hand on top of his. Stan shook his head to hide his smile.

“Good point. But- but how is this possible? Ford said we wouldn’t be able to havebiological kids.”

“Stanford has been wrong just asoften, if not more, than he has been right,” Angie said. Stan grinned.

“Yeah. You’re right.” He squeezed Angie’s hand. “So you’re- you’re really pregnant?”

“I mean, I need to confirm itwith my doctor, but false positives are pretty rare.” Angie’s eyes welled with tears. “Stanley, we’re goin’ to be parents.”

“Hell yeah, we are,” Stan chokedout. He blinked.

“What?”

“Uh…” Stan looked down at the pregnancy test on thetable. “Didn’t- didn’t you pee on that?”

“…I’ll toss it out.”

#uhhhhh I'm not as pleased with this as the first one but I think it turned out all right #I mean. it involves Ford talking to Stan about something Stan does NOT want him to talk about #can't get much better than that brotherly awkwardness #Stangie #Werepire Stangie AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanford Pines #ficlet #my writing #ask #bluestuffeh

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A Father’s Love - Chapter Five

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Angst.

Word Count: 1.4k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None

You had managed to go a whole year without anyone outside of the immediate friendship circle you'd made finding out about your relationship with Namjoon. Honestly, you'd spent a longer time in blissful, secret paradise than you thought you would. But having all that time to mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught of media articles about the two of you, actually did nothing when the real thing happened. You had Twitter accounts, in the space of 24 hours, pop up with the paparazzi pictures of you, and say that they were the biggest fans of your work. In other words, you'd immediately started to get fan sites. Fan sites, along with many threats of death and other unspeakable things that only crazy people would spout.

Without Namjoon needing to tell you, you knew you had to be careful. Haneul had been nanny-bound for the first two weeks of your relationship's leaking, meaning that any and all plans the three of you made to hang out were broken and postponed until further notice, just so that Haneul's face remained out of the public eye. Namjoon just wanted to protect his son, and you were desperate to make sure that you did too. Haneul brought out the best in you, and you very nearly felt a motherly connection to him. Whenever you stayed round Namjoon's, sex was always off the cards down to the fact that the three of you shared one room. But it was always your favourite part of the day to wake up next to the man you were desperately in love with, and then make breakfast for both him and his son. And the maknaes of the band who acted more like growing teenagers than the adults that they were. Even when they, themselves, had women round, if they woke up and smelled that you were cooking something, chances are they'd leave the naked, sleeping figure and come out to the kitchen, half-naked and hungry for a good bacon sandwich, or whatever it was you'd decided to make that day.

Most of the time, and completely down to you enjoying it, you were the one getting Haneul ready for playgroup, preferring to let your man sleep as he'd spent more hours in the studio than he should have and needed his rest. When you were certain that the cameras weren't pointing in your direction, you grabbed Haneul's hand and walked him to his classroom, hearing him chat away the entire journey about one thing or another.

You'd never forget the first time you dropped him off at playgroup. Haneul, like his uncles and his father, was a very affectionate boy. He always preferred to hold your hand or snuggle up to you, but the first time you dropped him off he was extra cuddly.

"Have a good day, little one." You said you him, crouching down so you were on his level.

"And you!" He exclaimed excitedly. He was about to turn and walk inside, but decided against it, instead opting to throw his little arms around your neck and give your cheek a quick kiss as he said goodbye to you, just like his daddy did to him every day before leaving for playgroup. So, in effect, he was only doing what he'd been taught but you could have sworn your heart grew twenty sizes that day.

Captured Moments grew too! An absurd amount. Before you were always backed up two months in advance, but now you were backed up almost a year in advance. Everyone wanted photos taken by the woman who was dating Kim Namjoon of Bangtan Sonyeondan. And it wasn't just single and family portraits you were doing either, you'd been invited to weddings, family gatherings. Any kind of event that required a photographer you were first choice for. This included dipping your toes into the promotional world of K-Pop. You found that it wasn't just families visiting your studio in Hongdae, it was hordes of K-Pop acts coming to you for album covers, or promotional pictures. And your bank account grew heftily. So much so, your studio had to up and move to Gangnam into a bigger building just so you could manage everything properly, and be closer to the majority of K-Pop offices so their artists didn't have too far to walk.

Life was crazy. Absolutely manic. It was challenging and strange and anything else you could think of. But it was fun, and you were finally able to start looking for apartments elsewhere so you could stretch out as soon as you got home.

There was a coffee shop not too far from your new studio in Gangnam that you visited daily. It was a smaller branch of a chain store that was everywhere in South Korea, but it gave off such an independent vibe that you loved going in there and buying what tasted like artisan hot chocolates. Minji was a young woman who worked there, who you saw every single day, without fail. And soon enough she became close to you. She would give you hot drinks on the house, and ask about your day. She was such a genuinely lovely person, you welcomed her into your life with open arms and started to hang out with her more and more as time progressed.

Autumn had arrived, bringing with it dropping temperatures and all coffee shops coming out with some kind of pumpkin spiced drink for you all to get into the festive, Halloween spirit. It was early in the morning, perhaps too early, to be up, but you had a photoshoot at 7 that you couldn't be late for. You were taking pictures for a band due to debut soon, and you were petrified of upsetting the bosses. You also needed help, something you called upon Jungkook for. Jungkook was good with cameras, as the whole world knew, so he seemed like the perfect choice. He refused to let you pay him for his time, but you were sure he'd be none the wiser if you snuck a small cheque in his back pocket and waited for the aftermath.

You'd dragged Jungkook almost kicking and screaming out of his bed, promising to buy him as many coffees as he wanted. Starting with your usual first one of the day.

"I'm gonna have a pee." Jungkook announced as soon as you two had entered the building. He didn't wait for your reply, he just walked off, pulling his face mask up and disappearing round a corner.

"Morning, Minji!" You said cheerily as you approached the counter.

"Good morning." She replied. "How are you?"

"Tired. You?"

"Same. Usual?"

"Yes please. Oh! And I'll have an americano too, please. I have help today."

"Oh nice! Sounds like you have a big shoot coming up then, if you're bringing in the help."

"It is a pretty big deal, yeah. How's everything? How's Changhoon doing?"

Changhoon was Minji's husband. They'd only been married a year, and seemed like the perfect couple. You'd never met him, but he was so supportive of Minji's dreams of becoming a model. In fact, he was pushing her to chase her dreams, according to Minji. She said that was exactly what she was doing, but since he'd broken his leg she had to take time off searching for a job in the industry.

"Yeah, doctor said he should be good to take his plaster off soon, thankfully."

"Then you can get back to job hunting."

"Exactly!"

"You're wasted behind this counter. Though, I don't know who's going to make my drinks when you're gone."

"Well, you have ages yet, so I wouldn't worry about that."

She turned around and began to make the drinks when Jungkook arrived, doing his belt up in public and not caring. He was too tired to care. He caught you mid conversation, which is why you felt the need to introduce him to Minji. As soon as she turned back around, Jungkook froze on the spot. His eyes widened, and what you could see of his face turned pale. The atmosphere changed instantly. It was almost suffocating. You could see it in his eyes that he recognised her.

You looked to Minji who, upon hearing Jungkook's name also froze. When she turned to face the man, her face was also flushed white, and her eyes were just as wide as his. Except, hers looked different. His were wide with shock and filled with recognition. Hers were filled with hatred. And, as soon as the realisation had sunk in for JK, he turned on his heels and ran straight out the door. You weren't to see him for the rest of the day.

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exercisingmyinnerwriter · 6 years

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Staubrey: Flood, Chapter 1

Change from canon: Stacie went on the USO tour with the Bellas and Beca actually told Chloe how she felt after the competition. I should probably watch the third movie at some point, but really, I just want to live in that happy little bubble where Bechloe is A Thing and heteronormative bullshit and queer baiting from Warner doesn’t exist.

“Isn’t it better to tell her how you feel?” Aubrey asked. “Get it all out into the open? If she says no, you move on with your life, you heal, you get over it. It’ll suck, yeah, but at least you won’t be in this limbo. But you’ll never know if she’d say yes if you don’t take the risk.”

Beca dragged her eyes away from Chloe across the bar and back to Aubrey. Emily, Stacie, Jessica, and Ashley all nodded agreement with the blonde’s hushed words of encouragement. With one final glance at each of their faces, Beca took a deep breath. She blew it out with a firm nod before standing up and striding over to tell her best friend that she was in love with her.

~A~

The rain sheeted down, definitively ending the Georgian drought as only the remnants of a dying hurricane could. A lone figure tramped up through the rivulets of mud that had once been the paths of The Lodge at Fallen Leaves, finally reaching the relative safety of the cabin. Aubrey Posen dragged her hood back and shucked her rain gear off while still on the porch, being careful to shake as much mud and water off of each piece before taking them inside. Aubrey grabbed the towel that she’d left by the door and began drying off while running down the To Do list she’d written out over the last few days while preparing for the storm.

“Reservations rescheduled or transfered,” she mumbled, “food, water, gas, oil all stocked. Generators ready to go. Truck in the garage, sand bags made, put out, holding up well.” The tall blonde moved further into the cabin as she continued triple checking that everything was done. As long as she’d done everything she could to lock down the retreat, there would be nothing left but a nature-created few days off in which she could indulge in sleeping in, reading, and a few long, hot baths, and plenty of tea and hot chocolate. Aubrey pushed away the niggling doubt that she had still forgotten something by going over her list yet again.

The cabin had weathered many similar storms over the years Mr. and Mrs. Davis, the previous owners, had assured her when they heard of the storm coming. Aubrey appreciated that they were so willing to keep in touch and offer their advice and wisdom since she had finally purchased the retreat from them officially earlier that year. They had come to be like family to Aubrey over the few years she had worked under them. She fished her phone out of her pocket, dialing them up to assure them that the lake had yet to overflow its banks, but that yes, the sandbags were already lining Fallen Leaves Creek for when that inevitably spilled over later. Yes, the fire department knew she was staying at the lodge and yes, she had a canoe ready, just in case she needed to rescue herself.

They had nothing new to add to her list and so, with a resigned sigh, Aubrey set about her evening routine, several hours earlier than usual. Workout, stretch, shower, food. She hesitated in front of the fridge, that doubt about missing something flashing through her mind again. Aubrey chewed her lip, trying desperately to remember what it was and why she couldn’t remember it, but it was gone again. She closed the fridge and opened it again, as if that act alone could summon up the stray thought so she could examine it.

A knock on the door made Aubrey nearly jump out of her skin with a yelp. Then it clicked. She’d never called Stacie. Never let her know that they were closing the Lodge this week. Aubrey bolted to the door and threw it open and, sure enough, Stacie Conrad stood on her porch. She knew her jaw was hanging open because Stacie only chuckled. “It’s, uh, a bit wet out here, Captain,” Stacie said by way of greeting, indicating the torrential downpour behind her. “I hope you don’t mind but I pulled my Sub in next to the truck. Figured it was the best place for it.”

“I never called you,” Aubrey said quietly. “I am so sorry.”

Stacie raised an eyebrow, looking at the blonde curiously. “Were you supposed to?” she asked. “I meant to text when I left my apartment, but honestly forgot. Wanted to get here before the roads got bad. They’ve, well, they’ve gotten bad.”

Aubrey blinked a few times before realizing her friend was still standing on the porch. “Jesus Stace, come in, get dry,” she said, waving her Stacie in and stepping aside. “Did you make it safe?” she asked.

It was Stacie’s turn to blink. After a moment, she shrugged, and deposited the bags that Aubrey hadn’t noticed yet. “I mean, I’m here. Definitely not a drive I want to repeat right now, but nothing’s flooded out yet. Ground is a bit too dry and the rain is just pouring over the dirt without really sinking in, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the flooding is bad but recedes quick, you know? You alright, Aubs?” She removed her boots and raincoat before grabbing the offered towel.

“I meant to call,” Aubrey responded with a wince, by way of explanation. “We rescheduled everyone for the week and closed down. You’ll be stuck here.”

Stacie simply shrugged. “I’ve got off this week, remember? I needed a break from the lab and I’d rather spend it here, flooded in with my friend, than alone in my apartment,” she said. After a moment, she froze, “Unless, of course, I’m cock-blocking you,” she added quickly, glancing around to assure herself that they were, in fact, alone in the cabin.

Aubrey glanced around her cabin too, confused. “Cock-blocking?” she muttered before shaking herself out of it. “It’s good you’re here, Stace. I’m glad you came, even though it was a stupid thing to do in this weather.”

“Aww you do care,” Stacie said, throwing her arms around Aubrey and pulling her into a hug. “God, I’ve missed you. I brought wine, fancy cheese, and some movies, since I figured we won’t be doing much stuff outside given the weather.” She kissed the blonde on the cheek before grabbing the bags of supplies and hauling them into the kitchen space, separated out from the rest of the open floor plan by the counter.

It took Aubrey a few moments to readjust her mental plans for the week. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that Stacie was supposed to come and that the other woman had planned on making use of the spa facilities and time on the lake while Aubrey worked, and that they were going to hang out in the evenings once Aubrey was done with her daily duties. Somehow, she’d gotten her weeks mixed up because she could have sworn that Stacie was coming next week. Luckily, Stacie being around didn’t really change Aubrey’s plans too much. She still planned on sleeping in, reading, and taking long, hot baths; she knew Stacie wouldn’t mind and probably had plenty of reading of her own to do. Her mental readjustments made, Aubrey finally breathed a relaxed sigh.

She helped Stacie unpack the bags, grabbing a cutting board, cheese knife, and a selection of crackers to go with the cheese, olives, sausages, and other assorted finger foods that Stacie had brought for them. Stacie fetched wine glasses, a bottle opener, and the stack of movies before they headed to the couch. “Let’s see. I was feeling the fantasy, sci-fi vibes so I grabbed a weird selection,” Stacie mumbled, laying out the choices on the low coffee table. “Gattaca, 1997, Uma Thurman, Ethan Hawke. Uh. Galaxy Quest, 1999, Tim Allen, Sigourney Weaver, Alan Rickman, I know you like him,” she said, pointing to each one. “Alien, 1979, because Sigourney Weaver again. A Knight’s Tale, 2001, Heath Ledger and a bombshell cast, both of the new Star Wars films, since I know you haven’t seen them yet, the first Hobbit-”

“Do I have to have seen Lord of the Rings before I see the Hobbit movies?” Aubrey cut in. Stacie’s horrified gasp made her glance up. She almost laughed at how scandalized the other woman looked, but managed to bite her cheek. She held up a hand, stalling Stacie’s next comment. “Yes, I’m serious. No, I’ve never seen them.” This time she did laugh when Stacie’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

“That’s it,” Stacie said, sweeping the other movies off of the coffee table and onto the floor. “We are watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Extended edition.”

Aubrey’s eyes crawled up her forehead. “Extended? That’s a thing?” she asked bemused, but Stacie shushed her and went back to the door to grab her overnight bag. She watched in fascination as the other woman dragged her laptop out and pulled up the movie before plugging her computer into the TV. “Didn’t realize my TV could do that,” she mused, never really using it for much with her full work schedule. Stacie disappeared for a moment, so Aubrey took the opportunity to open up the bottle of wine and pour out a glass for each of them and start slicing into the cheese. She barked with laughter when the other woman reappeared with the blankets and pillows off of her bed and dumped them onto the couch.

“It’s six PM now,” Stacie said, glancing at her watch. “Unless we decide to pause halfway through to get more snacks, or make real food, we should be done around ten, which isn’t too bad, if I do say so myself. You might want a bathroom run now, before we get started,” she added as an afterthought. “Also I stole one of your flannels.”

Aubrey was speechless for a moment. “Four hours?” she repeated slowly, making sure she had calculated that right.

“Yeah. And two more after that. You’re lucky I’m not making you watch all three right now. Go pee and then get your cute butt back here. We have an adventure to go on.”

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#pitch perfect #pp #staubrey #bechloe #but like a side of bechloe #there will be more of that in the future #I'm already ten pages into this thing #halp #Flood mini fic #flood warning

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silverfootstepswrites · 6 years

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Butterfly [41]

summary And every chapter has a beginning.

There was an old torii on the western edge of Konoha. The red gate was faded and weather-worn. Sakura remembered Kiba’s grandmother scolding them when she caught them trying to climb up it many years ago.

Sakura paused in front of the torii now. She tilted her head back, tracing the straight lines of those wooden posts with her eyes. Many years ago, some people had proposed repainting the gate. But so many had opposed it that the idea had been rejected. And in a way, Sakura was glad that the idea had never passed. Because she liked seeing the age and those chipped spots.

There was something special about that gate. It didn’t do anything magical. Walking through it led to a regular street. And it wasn’t as if there was some amazing story attached to it. It was just... there. Always had been.

As Sakura stared at it, she decided that that was what made it special. Just like the buildings, like the people, it was special because it belonged there. She gave the gate a pat before she walked past.

Sakura didn’t realize how exhausted she had been until she crossed the threshold to her home. After three drinks and some salty snacks, Kiba dropped her off at her front door. She remembered her head hitting the pillow. She opened her eyes nearly 11 hours later, baffled, and not entirely certain that she wasn’t dead. Or that a year hadn’t passed. Rather than refresh her, her long sleep left her a little hazy.

She sat up, wearing the joggers and sweatshirt she had been wearing on the plane. Her suitcase sat still fully-packed in the corner. Squinting, she grabbed her phone to check Instagram. The blue light from the screen blinded her for the first few seconds. She replied to a few tweets. Scrolled through her emails. And only then did she roll out of bed to wash her face.

When she went outside to check her mailbox, Sakura found Akamaru sitting at her front door. His tongue hung out, tail thumping against the concrete step. Rubbing her eyes, Sakura moved past him to pull the envelopes from her mailbox. And then she stopped in the doorway.

“I’m tired, Akamaru. Come back tomorrow,” she yawned. Akamaru’s tail continued to wag back and forth.

“Go home, Akamaru,” Sakura tried again. His tail swished even harder.

Sakura sighed.

“...Let me go change.”

The morning cool should have helped perk her up. Konoha was still lively, even in the wintertime. People who didn’t know this area would miss everything. They would mistake the morning calm for silence. But Sakura could spot the little things.

Old Man Sarutobi, out for his morning walk, waved at her. He headed down the street, toward the market street where white curls of steam rose into the sky from the bakery. Bells clanged in the distance as the fishermen came in with their morning catch. Metal doors rattled up as the storekeepers opened up for the day. There was the distant beep of a truck backing up near the docks. And when she passed the houses, sometimes she could even hear people calling to each other.

On that day, Sakura deviated from her usual path. And Akamaru seemed happy to follow along on this new adventure. She weaved through the town, past the public bath and the old bookstore. She passed Genma’s bar, which had closed several hours ago. She knew that Genma would be fast asleep after a long night of pouring shochu and wiping glasses. Down the street, she spotted the butcher on his bike. He waved, ringing his little bell as he passed.

Feet hitting the pavement, she traced the path of the railroad tracks until they arrived at the Inuzuka Animal Clinic. Akamaru barked as he bounded down the familiar walkway. Next door was the house that the Inuzuka family had occupied for many, many years. Akamaru barked again. But to Sakura’s surprise, Akamaru didn’t leap over the fence to wake Kiba. Instead, he began pawing at the back door of the clinic.

Sakura heard a window open. And then Kiba’s voice drifted from inside the little building.

“Haruno, is that you?” he yelled.

“Yeah. I brought Akamaru,” she replied.

There was a pause. And then Kiba stuck his head out the window. His hair stuck up in every direction. Eyes barely opened. The stretched-out collar of his t-shirt had been yanked over his head over and over. He let out a huge yawn before he jerked his head.

“Come inside. I gotta show you something,” he said to her.

The back door to the clinic was open when she tried the knob. Akamaru darted inside, tail wagging. Sakura followed the pooch’s path through the back, around storage shelves. She passed the bathroom and the laundry room. The washer was already rumbling through a wash cycle. The cages in the back were mostly empty. A small, watery-eyed dog lifted its head when she approached. It had a bright pink cast on its front paw. Sakura paused to pet its muzzle before she moved on.

Sakura found Kiba in one of the exam rooms. He wore sweatpants and the distinct air of someone who had just rolled out of bed. He hadn’t even bothered to shave.

Kiba was crouched over a cardboard box. And when she stepped into the room, he moved to the side. She crouched beside him. Before she could ask about what was going on, she looked into the box. A squeal escaped her.

“Oh! Inuzuka!” she breathed.

The box was lined with blue towels. In the corner lay a dark gray cat. Its eyes narrowed before it let out a lazy meow. She recognized the red ribbon tied around its neck. It was Old Man Sarutobi’s cat. And crowded around the cat’s belly were four wriggling shapes each no bigger than the palm of her hand.

“Kittens!” Sakura gasped. She scrunched up into a ball, hands fisting on her knees. Her eyes widened as Kiba picked up one of the kittens. He turned it around so she could glimpse its little face, eyes still squinted shut. It let out a tiny mewl and she felt her heart squeeze.

“You wanna hold him?” Kiba offered. And before she could respond, he took her wrist. He deposited the kitten in her hands. Sakura froze for a moment. It was so warm and so soft. And its high-pitched mewls made her want to cry.

“Oh. He’s perfect,” she whispered. Her hands closed around the kitten, careful not to squeeze too tight. She lifted the kitten closer to her eyes. She took in the pink nose and mouth. Tiny ears and delicate paws. The grey fuzz that covered his whole body.

“You wanna keep him?”

Sakura barely heard him. She knew he had said something, so she lifted her chin, expression a little dazed.

Kiba’s right elbow rested on his knee. And his head leaned to the side, resting against his shoulder. He was watching her, a smile on his face. Kiba started a little when Akamaru wormed his way under his arm. Kiba patted Akamaru’s neck, accepting a few licks.

“Wait. What?” Sakura said as Kiba’s words finally processed in her brain.

Kiba stared right back, still smiling. Akamaru’s muzzle rested on his knee now.

“Old Man Sarutobi says he doesn’t have the energy or the room for four new cats. And I’d rather not give them away to strangers,” Kiba explained.

Sakura peered back down at the kitten.

“I’ve never even had a pet before, Inuzuka. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she replied. Kiba didn’t say anything, so she went on. “And... I’m not really sure I could do it. I mean... maybe... I don’t know. Maybe I’m too selfish.”

Sighing, she set the kitten back down in the box, right beside its mother. She watched as it stumbled its way around. Wriggling past its siblings to try to find a place to nurse. Its tail was just a stubby little triangle.

“You sleep okay last night?” Kiba queried.

Sakura snorted as she recalled the conversation from the night before. Although the mission had been to get her to describe her trip to Nagoya in excruciating detail, things had gone a bit sideways. After the first drink, they had started talking about high school. And the night ended with them howling with laughter as Sakura told the story of how Kiba had dressed up as a woman to prank Kakashi on Valentine’s Day.

“I still can’t believe that you did that,” Sakura said.

“Yeah. We did a lot of dumb shit when we were kids,” sighed Kiba, smiling. There was a pause.

In that silence was possibility. They could have gone on talking about the past, recalling old memories. Like dusting off an old box to shuffle through the photos inside. Instead, grunting, Kiba got to his feet.

“Ma’s making breakfast. You wanna stay to eat?” he offered, along with his hand. Sakura accepted both.

“Yeah. I’m starving.”

Monday came. A few students asked her about being on TV. Some lamented that they hadn’t seen her skating. Naruto stuck by her, shooing each one away. The way he put his hand on his hip made him look like his mother. All he needed was a red wig. Sakura didn’t say this- especially since he was actually being quite helpful.

“Sensei, we saw you crying on TV. That was so cute!” one of the second years laughed. He dodged when Naruto kicked at him.

“Honestly. These kids should be going to class,” Naruto grumbled.

The irony of that statement seemed to go right over his head. She smiled, choosing not to say anything as he followed her up to the library.

“Don’t feel bad, Nee-chan. My whole family was crying during his free,” he then assured her. She heard a slight gruffness in his voice.

“Thanks, Naruto. Look at you all grown up and trying to comfort me,” she replied, nudging him with her elbow. Naruto grinned. As the bell for first period rang, Sakura shooed him off to class. But not before she scolded him for not calling her ‘sensei’.

Sakura distributed her souvenirs from Nagoya during lunchtime. She had expected Shizune and Kurenai to pounce on her to grill her about what they had seen during the Grand Prix. Instead, they were so well-behaved that it was a little suspicious. In fact, as Sakura looked around the room, there were only two types of responses: Either people smiled too hard or they avoided looking at her altogether.

“You all saw, huh?” she guessed.

“Orochimaru-sensei explained it to us,” replied Lee, peering out from behind an English textbook.

“Well. Any questions?” asked Sakura.

There was a pause. And then Asuma lifted his hand. Stopped himself halfway as he realized that he could just speak.

“So... how long are you gonna keep pretending you two’re still married?” he questioned.

“At least until the end of this skating season. I’m not sure. We didn’t really think this through,” Sakura answered.

“Clearly,” muttered Shikamaru, chin in his hand.

“We saw pictures of you two on dates. Were those fake?” Kurenai inquired.

“Completely,” Sakura confirmed.

“See? I told you!” Kurenai hissed to Shizune.

“Anything else?” asked Sakura.

Everyone looked around the room. But no one else spoke up.

“Cool. Any other questions about this matter, please direct them to my secretary,” Sakura concluded, gesturing towards Shikamaru. Who glared at her, but didn’t try to deny the title.

Sakura had expected everyone to be a little more nosey. But apparently Orochimaru had done a good enough job of explaining the situation. Lunch was instead filled with the usual chit-chat. As Sakura munched through chunks of steamed carrot, she noticed that someone was missing.

“I saw him this morning. He’s here,” Shikamaru replied when she asked.

With a few minutes left in lunch, Sakura headed down the hall to the art room. She could see a light on inside. She knocked, just to be polite, before she slid the door open.

There was a big canvas set up on an easel. It faced away from the window. All she could see was the back of the canvas, along with the big jar of water set on the counter beside it. And as the door slid, Itachi’s head popped up from behind the canvas. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He leaned over to wave past the canvas.

“Oh. Sorry. Are you busy?” Sakura said, hesitating in the doorway. Itachi shook his head. He took off his glasses. Wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his shirt. Blue smudged onto his brow bone. Sakura gestured at her own face.

“Um. You’ve got a little...” she told him.

Itachi looked down at his hands. There was paint on both of them. Sakura stepped over to help him. She looked around to see if there was a paper towel or a cloth. When she found none, she reached into her pocket for her handkerchief. It was white with a yellow border. She used it to dab at Itachi’s face. Using careful movements to wipe the paint away.

“You look busy,” she commented.

Itachi closed his eyes. And she realized that his eyelashes were quite long. Before he could catch her staring, she resumed rubbing at the streak of paint. The little space heater in the corner of the room rumbled to life.

“I wanted to try painting something not for teaching purposes. It’s been a while,” he told her.

“Do you mind if I look?” Sakura asked. Because up until now, she had kept her gaze trained on his face. She figured the rules of art were sort of like the rules of a new skating routine. You didn’t look until you were asked.

Itachi opened his eyes. They weren’t black, like she thought. They were brown, almost a little red towards the pupil. It was such an unexpected color that she couldn’t help but smile. Itachi looked confused, but he smiled back. And then he gave her a nod.

Sakura turned to look at the canvas. It was incomplete, but the side that was filled in showed some sort of river or canal walled by concrete. Plum blossoms bordered the walkway, growing tinier and tinier as they blurred into the distance. It was a little strange, seeing half the canvas in color while the other side only bore faint pencil sketches.

The sky was powder blue, the plum blossoms were pink, and the concrete was the beige-grey she expected. But as she drank in the scene, something in her chest expanded. A feeling that she couldn’t possibly be feeling. When she turned to Itachi, she realized that he had been watching her. And he seemed a little nervous.

“This makes me feel.... “ Sakura hesitated. Looked over the canvas again. “...sad?”

And then she shook her head. “No. Not sad. It’s more like- you know that feeling when you pick up a book you read when you were a kid? Seeing it again?” she rambled, feeling a little crazy.

“Nostalgic,” Itachi uttered.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. She turned to him again.

The look on his face startled her. He looked- not sad. Apparently ‘sad’ just wasn’t the word of the day. But to call him happy was wrong too. It was something in-between.

“Nostalgic,” she repeated, holding his gaze.

And when she couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, she turned her attention back to the painting. “I feel like I miss this place. Even though I don’t even know where it is.”

“It’s Koto. Where I grew up,” Itachi informed her. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing. “This is the path that I used to take to walk to school.”

“Oh,” was all Sakura could think to say. When she stole a glance at his face, she still couldn’t read his expression. And that bothered her.

“....I’m about to ask you a weird question,” she warned. His gaze flickered to her, lips curling up.

“Alright,” he agreed.

Sakura looked down at her handkerchief. At the pretty shade of teal that stained the corner as she added, “And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Okay.”

Sakura hesitated for a moment longer. She took a deep breath before she asked, “How do you feel right now?”

“Health-wise?”

“Emotionally.”

Rubber soles squeaked down the corridor. The low hum of chatter followed. And then both sounds faded. Itachi clasped his hands together, fingers interlocking.

“Hm.... well... glad to have good company...tired...and just a little homesick,” he listed. Each phrase was measured.

Sakura realized that that was the way he always spoke. Itachi never stumbled over words or corrected himself. He took longer to say something, but when he did, he knew exactly what he wanted to say. As she realized this, she saw that he was smiling at her now.

“Can I ask why you want to know?” he questioned.

She squeezed her bare ring finger.

“I’m beginning to realize that I kind of suck at reading people’s faces. And that I’m wrong.... a lot. So I figured I might as well ask,” she admitted. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him nodding.

“That’s a little weird,” he said. She felt her cheeks begin to warm. Because she couldn’t help agreeing with him.

“But I like it. Weird is good, I think,” Itachi added.

Her blush deepened. He laughed at her.

“Why’re you turning red?”

“Shut up. Don’t look at me,” she retorted, turning away from him. She fanned herself with one hand. But she burst into laughter as she felt him fanning her too.

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Of Cats and Dogs - A Dan and Phil Fanfiction

Of Cats and Dogs - Chapter 3: The Bacon Incident

Fandom: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil (Phandom)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Pets, Cats, Dogs, Original Characters

Summary: Dan gets roped into taking care of his friend's dog. And somehow Phil manages to get hold of a cat. This can only mean chaos.

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CHAPTER 3: The Bacon Incident

Phil walked down the stairs, trying to suppress a yawn and scratching through his sleep-ruffled hair. Last night had not been quiet at all.

Sammy had tried to climb into his bed several times. Even though Phil was relatively fine around Sammy when he had popped an allergy pill, he thought sleeping in one bed would probably be overkill. It hurt him to kick Sammy out the first time, and maybe the second; but the third time he had actually considered throwing him out of the flat altogether.

The funny thing was, Phil didn’t mind Sammy sleeping in the same room; he had actually prepared a lovely bed with some spare cushions and a blanket to make it as comfortable as possible. However, Sammy apparently didn’t think it was good enough for him.

“Whoa!” Phil woke with a start that first time, staring up at the cat cowering down on his stomach. Sammy looked back at him with big, sad eyes that almost glowed in the dark. Phil sighed.

“No, Sammy, you have your own bed.” He gently took Sammy into his arms and walked him over to his pillow kingdom.

“I really wouldn’t mind you sleeping in my bed if I weren’t so damn allergic to cats,” he said and placed Sammy on one of the fluffier cushions. Sammy mewled and looked up at him pitifully. At that point Phil really thought to just fuck it and let Sammy sleep with him, but he also didn’t want to choke to death.

“Sorry,” he said instead and patted Sammy’s head, then went back to bed.

The second time Sammy landed on his legs when Phil was already fast asleep. Phil brought him back to the cushions and patted him again.

The third time Phil had fallen asleep again, dreaming of having pancakes with a giant squid who tried to wriggle Phil’s nose with one of his tentacles. He woke up and realized that Sammy had landed directly on his face.

“For fucks sake that’s enough!” Phil grabbed Sammy and threw him out into the corridor. He really did want to have some sleep that night.

Sammy, however, didn’t like to be outside at all. He howled. Phil didn’t know cats could howl like that.

“God damnit!” Phil hissed when he eventually let Sammy back into his bedroom. “Don’t you dare wake up Dan!” Sammy pushed past Phil back into the bedroom and straight to his makeshift bed.

Phil had went back to bed, cursing under his breath. He didn’t sleep well after that. He expected Sammy to have another try. That didn’t happen, though; Sammy had slept peacefully, while Phil had woken up what felt like twenty times, checking on the cat and the status of his own bed.

So it was no surprise that Phil was tired as heck and that he was awake earlier than usual. Sammy hadn’t even stirred when Phil had decided, after a lot of tossing and turning, to get up and make some breakfast.

He walked into the kitchen. The tiles were cold even under his socked feet. He thought that maybe he should get some slippers like Dan, too. Their new flat really was colder than their old one.

He walked over to the fridge, opened it and stared inside. His eyes lit up. “Oh, hello Mr Bacon,” he said and pulled the packet of bacon from the top shelf. He almost always ate cereal for breakfast, but today he felt like he really needed something more filling.

As he was rummaging through one of the cupboards in search of the pan, he heard the faint dangling sound of keys, then the front door opened and closed. Phil froze mid-rummaging.

“Dan?” he said, walking over to the kitchen door and peering out of it.

“Yeah?” Dan said from somewhere down the stairs. He sounded slightly out of breath. Phil could also hear the tiny clicking sounds that Ivy’s paws made on the floor. Before he knew it, she had run up the stairs and skittered to a halt right in front of him, greeting Phil with a happy bark.

“Good morning Ivy!” Phil said happily and sat down on the floor to ruffle her head.

Dan had followed Ivy up the stairs. He was fully dressed, and his ears and cheeks were slightly pink from the cold air outside.

“You’ve already been outside?” Phil said with an air of disbelieve. “Since when have you been awake?”

“A while,” Dan said, taking his phone out of his pocket. “She woke me up and I thought I might as well take her for a walk.”

“But I thought we would go together!” Phil said with a pout. He really had been looking forward to going for a walk with Ivy.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Well, you’ve still been fast asleep and Ivy really needed to pee. I opted for not having her soil my bed and deal with your wrath instead.”

“Ha-ha,” Phil said and rolled his eyes. “But honestly, I want to come along next time.”

“Which will probably be before lunch, so soon enough,” Dan said, scrolling through his phone.

“Daw, you are such a big responsibility,” Phil cooed and ruffled Ivy’s head until she flung herself on her back so he could rub her belly. “Have you eaten yet?”

“She had some of that stuff Sara gave me,” Dan said, putting away his phone again.

“I was actually talking to you,” Phil said, letting go of Ivy and stood up. “I’m making bacon, do you want some?”

Dan’s eyes lit up at that. “Yes, please!”

At the exact moment when Phil wanted to turn around and walk back into the kitchen, Sammy jumped down the stairs and right between Dan and Phil.

Dan stared down at Sammy. Sammy stared back. Phil could see the mutual distrust; but then Sammy began to purr and nuzzle around Dan’s ankles. That actually elicited a small smile from Dan, and he kneeled to stroke Sammy’s head. Phil couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Good morning,” Dan said. Sammy gave a small meow, then turned his attention on Ivy, who had shuffled up beside him.

Ivy sat down patiently as Sammy nuzzled her head and licked her ears. It was too adorable.

“I think I might just die of cute overload,” Phil said and theatrically swayed and put his hand over his heart. Dan did the same, swaying dramatically and letting himself land on his ass.

“I think I might just watch them all day,” Dan said, putting his chin on his hand, gazing at the two pets like a love-struck idiot.

“And I thought you didn’t like Sammy,” Phil teased.

“I didn’t say that,” Dan said, not averting his gaze. “I just said I don’t trust this cat. I still don’t. Doesn’t mean he isn’t cute, though. But I think the feeling is mutual.”

“You think Sammy thinks you’re cute?”

“Of course he does. I’m the Cute Overlord,” Dan said airily. Phil snorted.

When Ivy tried to lick Sammy’s ears, the latter apparently decided he had enough cuddling for the time being and trotted into the living room.

“Could you let him out on the balcony? I bet he needs his litter box,” Phil said and turned around to finally start on the breakfast.

“Sure, sure,” Dan said and stood up. “We should get a proper box, though. Your ‘litter in a cardboard box’-construction isn’t the best thing and won’t hold forever.”

“Yeah yeah,” Phil said absentmindedly while putting the pan on the stove.

Ivy had shuffled over, looking up at him with interest. When Phil pulled one strip of bacon out of the package she stood up on her hind legs, her paws on his knee.

Phil laughed and let the bacon slide into the pan. “That’s not for you, Ivy,” he said and extracted another strip of bacon. Ivy’s tail wagged excitedly, her tiny black eyes fixated on the bacon.

Phil put the rest of the bacon into the pan, then gave Ivy a stern look. “No,” he said simply, and she dejectedly sat back down on the floor.

She didn’t seem to want to leave Phil to his cooking, tough. Phil didn’t mind. He liked her company. While the bacon was sizzling away in the pan, filling the kitchen with the most delicious smell, Phil put on the kettle. He hummed the theme tune to Friends while he fetched cups, teabags and plates. Ivy followed him throughout the kitchen, and Phil imagined that she catalogued every bit of cupboard that might hold some treats for her.

He patted her head before he quickly turned over the bacon and fetched some toast and butter. They didn’t have any eggs or beans to go with the bacon, but Phil thought bacon on toast would be just as delicious.

His mouth watered when he picked up the finished bacon and placed an even amount on the two plates sitting right next to the stove. Just when he turned off the stove and placed the pan back on it to cool down, Ivy suddenly barked. He looked down in confusion.

Ivy was standing right next to him, barking like her life depended on it. Phil raised an eyebrow and kneeled down to give her a soothing pat on the back.

“Hey, girl, what’s wrong?” he said, stroking her back. She placed her front paws on his knees, giving his face one good lick.

“Ew, no, Ivy, stop!” Phil laughed and shoved her down. “Don’t lick my face, silly!”

Ivy wasn’t deterred by that and put her paws back on his knees and tried to lick his face again. Phil laughed and ruffled her head. “Are you trying to give me kisses?” he cooed, bringing up both hands to tug them through her soft fur. Gosh, this dog was so adorable.

“We can have cuddles later, my bacon is getting cold,” he said and let go of Ivy.

But when he stood up to get the plates, he noticed that they were completely empty. Phil furrowed his brow. He was sure he had already put the bacon on the plates. He looked back into the pan, which was empty, too. He turned around to look behind him on the counter, but there were only the two cups of tea and the toast and butter. He turned around in a circle, but he couldn’t see the bacon anywhere.

“Ivy, can you see my...” Phil began, but when he looked down to where Ivy had been, she had vanished.

And that was when he heard an ominous crunching sound from the other side of the kitchen island.

In one quick motion he stepped around the island and his jaw dropped at the sight.

There they sat, the two culprits, munching away on his bacon. Sammy gave Phil a cursory glance and put one paw on his stack of bacon protectively. Ivy stood right next to him, the end of a strip of bacon hanging out of her mouth. She actually looked guilty, but didn’t stop chewing on her loot.

“My bacon!” Phil exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “My bacon!” he repeated and gave a howling sob. He had really been looking forward to that bacon.

“What the hell is going on?” Dan said when he entered the kitchen.

All three turned around to look at Dan. Phil let his arms fall to his side in defeat. Dan’s jaw dropped when he saw their pets sitting on the kitchen floor, eating his and Phil’s bacon.

“Why did you give them the bacon?” Dan said and walked up to the crime scene.

“You honestly think I would do that?” Phil said, glaring at Dan. As if Phil would actually just give his food to the dog. And cat. His bacon. That he really wanted to eat. It was his damn bacon. “They stole it!”

Phil looked back at the two thieves to his feet. Ivy had finished her bacon and bent down to retrieve another one from under Sammy’s paws. Sammy, on the other hand, looked up at Phil with his big eyes, his head cocked to the side.

Phil’s eyes narrowed. “Wait, did Ivy just lick my face to distract me from you,” he pointed an accusing finger at Sammy, “so you could steal the bacon from the plates?”

Sammy blinked at him, once, twice, then inclined his head and reached for some bacon. Phil’s mouth opened and closed, but he just didn’t know what to say to this blatant admission of guilt. He could basically read it in Sammy’s eyes, and Sammy wasn’t even ashamed!

“Bad cat! Bad! Cat!” he said, glaring down at Sammy. From the corner of his eyes he could see Dan shake his head in disbelief.

Both Dan and Phil stared down at Ivy and Sammy, and both wore the same angry expression. Ivy’s eyes switched between Phil and Dan; Sammy ignored both of them.

Then Ivy walked over to Dan and spit her half chewed bacon to his feet. She sat in front of him and looked up with big eyes. Sammy, who sat right at Phil’s feet, flicked the last strip of bacon with his paw to Phil’s feet, and looked up at him expectantly.

“Is that your way to say sorry?” Dan said down to Ivy. She cocked her head at him.

Dan caught Phil’s eye. Then they both burst into hysterical laughter.

“Keep it,” Phil brought our between laughs, steading himself on the kitchen island. “I don’t want floor bacon with a sprinkle of cat hair.” He shoved the bacon back over to Sammy with his foot. Sammy didn’t miss a beat and bit into the bacon.

“And I don’t really like dog saliva,” Dan said and pushed the half-eaten bacon back to Ivy, who happily picked it up and finished it in one big bite.

Dan smiled down at Ivy and shook his head. “I think we have to really guard our food from now on.”

“Yeah,” Phil said and looked back down at the pets. He was still annoyed, but somehow this whole thing was so bizarre that he couldn’t help but love both Sammy and Ivy a bit more. He did, however, plan to not let this happen again.

When his stomach gave an audible growl, Dan smirked and walked over to one of the cabinets.

“Well, I guess that means it’s cereals for us,” he said and peered into the cupboard. Phil walked over to another to get the bowls.

“We only have Shreddies left,” Dan said, his voice muffled.

Phil heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe he didn’t like Sammy and Ivy that much after all.

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