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d0youc0py · 4 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could writing like a little one shot about this tiktok I saw it’s angsty and could be triggering so if you don’t feel comfortable with it it’s all good :) here is the link btw: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT88wN5Fa/

You had a hard time falling asleep that night.

Maybe instinctually you knew. Knew it would be your last night with him. Knew that it would be your last night curled up in the ‘safety’ of his arms.

Your heart burned at the thought.

Did you know you were going to almost die that night?

If your thrashing and nails digging into his forearms hadn’t woken him up. If he had stayed wherever he was in his slumber for thirty-forty seconds you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d rather be dead. It would be easier than hot iron going through your chest every time you breathed.

His face. It hurt worse than the forming bruises around your neck. You could feel the air filling your lungs- your vision coming back only to see his face, twisted in agony, watching the one person he allowed himself to love come back to life after he had nearly killed them. He had thrown himself off the bed, his shaky form standing at the foot of it.

You wished you comforted him. Told him it wasn’t his fault, that it was an accident. You were scared though. So scared. Both of you knew he could’ve done so much worse. That’s why he didn’t stop you when you got up and began packing a bag, mumbling something about staying at a friends house. Neither of you knew what to do- other than run away. He stumbled on weak knees into the dinning room, not saying a word as you left.

You ended up staying at a hotel. Your sobbing was so loud you would be embarrassed showing up at a friends house in such a state.

He hadn’t moved an inch. His body rigid against the wooden chair. He was in shock. He didn’t even know what had happened, but waking up to you screaming and trying to claw his eyes out told him enough. His eyes scanned over his forearms. Deep, angry scratches cursing his skin. He ran a hand over them, the dried blood crumbling under the harsh action. That’s when it happened. The shock wore off- the adrenaline. He picked up his phone, clicking on your face.

You were too busy crying to notice the ringing.

He apologized. Nothing fancy.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, a wave of pain washing over him. He hung up.

“You understand, don’t you?” Your tone was pleading. Like you wanted him to affirm you were making the right decision.

His throat burned. His jaw creaking as he continued to hold back a sob. He didn’t deserve to feel bad for himself. His red eyes trained on the wall behind you. He finally worked up the nerve to nod his head. He did agree with the decision. He obviously couldn’t control himself. You kept your arm hidden behind you. He could feel a request to see his damage about to pass from his lips. He bit it back.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” You croaked, tears continuously spilling from your eyes. His hand darted out without a second thought, the overwhelming desire to protect you wasn’t just something he could shut off. You flinched back, not expecting the sudden movement.

He stood up from his seat. He was going to break down and he couldn’t let you see it. It would change your mind. You would feel bad for him and compromise your own safety by staying with him.

“Sorry, Honey.” He managed to get out. He grabbed his bag by the door, locking it behind him.

He woke up with a gasp, his hands quickly fleeing to the damp sheets. He patted around his hand itching to grip onto some part of you. He felt nothing but icy sheets.

Suddenly he remembered.

His world collapsed for what seemed like the millionth time. Groaning to himself he sunk back down into the sheets, pulling the covers over his head. He buried his face in your scrunched up sweater.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep, his thoughts and actions haunting him. He hand darted out from under the covers, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. Even though the brightness was blinding, he had found your contact with ease, his heart flipping in his chest as it rang.

You didn’t answer.

Your inbox was full.

That provided him with a bit of comfort. It meant you hadn’t deleted all the voicemails he had left you. He prayed that you listened to them, even the disgustingly sloppy ones. He meant every word of them, every apology, every plea for forgiveness. He tossed his phone not caring where it landed.

There was a knock at his door.

“We have training!” It was Gaz.

“Comin.” He yelled back. His voice cracked. He pulled himself out of bed grabbing a wrinkled shirt off of the floor, tugging it over his head.

His team eyed him, worry evident on their features.

“You try callin’ again?” Price questioned. Johnny nodded his head, filling up a large thermos with coffee.

“Inbox full.” He answered curtly.

“You know if you need to take a few days off to go home and fix it, I’ll write you up a pass.” Price offered, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“S’alright. I think some space would do us some good.” He lied. He didn’t know what else to do. He needed time to think- come up with another course of action. He’s done everything he could think of. Call you repeatedly for forgiveness. He’s poured his heart out into letters and mailed them. He’s sent gifts to your home. He just can’t wrap his head around this being the end of you two. He was a man of action and none of his actions seemed to be fixing the problem.

He wouldn’t give up though.

“There you are. I was beginning to worry.” He gave you a nervous smile, leaning in to press a kiss against your temple.

“Sorry.” You breathed. You moved closer to him craving his warm skin against yours.

“How’s your side?” He asked softly, taking a step back.

“It’s fine Ky.” You murmured.

“I’m sorry, Baby.” He had been apologizing since that night. It actually would’ve been funny if he didn’t break one of your ribs. He had kicked you off the bed during a nightmare. He’d woken up to some terrible sights, but nothing would beat you crying on the cold, hard floor.

“I know, Ky.” You sighed. Your eyes glanced up at him and they instantly filled with tears. “I’m not mad at you. It wasn’t even your fault, Kyle. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me like I was made of glass.” Your tears boiled over and he quickly took your face in his hands shushing you. “You won’t even sleep in the same bed as me.” You whined, pawing at his shirt. His own eyes turned red, fighting against the wetness growing in them.

“I just can’t have that happen again, Lovie.” He stated firmly.

“Then why are we even together?” You growled. His face dropped, but it quickly curled again at the tightness in his chest. “If you are going to walk around like a sad puppy all day and never touch me then why are we together?” You emphasized. He took a deep breath, nodding his head in agreement. A sob left you, thinking he was about to put the last nail in your coffin. You just wanted to push him- give him a wake up call. Not actually break up.

“Fuck, Baby.” He cursed. He wrapped his arms around you careful to avoid the large bruise at your side. “You’re right I’m sorry. I’ve been acting like I’m the victim.” He peppered the top of your head in kisses- the little action making you melt against him.

“No one’s the victim, Ky. It was an accident.” You reminded. He hushed you with more kisses.

“There are spot for me in bed tonight?” He hummed and you quickly nodded your head against his chest.

I’m sorry but I can’t imagine a world where anyone would break up with freaking Kyle Garrick.

“Mein Herz, Please wait.” He pleaded, following you around your shared home. You were nearly hysterical- not that he was much better. His towering form shaking as he tripped over the tornado you were creating in the house as you grabbed your most precious belongings.

“Let me go, Konig.” You sputtered, wiping at your face.

“You need to think about this Schatz.” He warned from behind you. “It’s late, you shouldn’t be out roaming around right now. You can stay in the bedroom and I’ll stay in the guest room.” He was negotiating with you at this point.

“Why because it’s so much safer here?” You spat turning on your heels to face him. “I woke up to my husband choking me in his sleep. What if you didn’t wake up Konig?”

“I know, Mein Herz.” He choked. This was the most brutal experience of his life. He often wondered what he had done to deserve you. Now he’s beginning to realize he deserves to lose you. “We can talk about this in the morning. I know you’re scared, My Love, but you can’t just leave, especially at this time of night. Please.”

You stopped for a moment. Your heart pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt so weak. The adrenaline must be wearing off. Despite your words you knew you would be safer here than out at this ungodly hour. You kept your back to him, your words coming out harsh and cold.

“Fine. I’ll take the guest room. I want you to leave me alone though, understand?”

He swallowed hard, a few tears escaping the iron grip he had on them.

“Of course, Mein Herz.”

Thank you for reading! This probably isn’t the most accurate depiction of their personalities but I’m delusional🩷

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lazyneonrabbitt · 5 months

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Daryl liked being around her,

out here whwre no one would bother them as they kept each other company around the fire.

But he hadn't seen her in a long while. He had tried to visit her place but with the herd of walkers roaming the area lately it had been extremely difficult to get close on his own and he wasn't going to bring others into her territory without your permission. She had trusted him enough to let him stay the night, sleeping curled up next to him in her nest of pelts.

He cursed to himself as he found yet another animal torn apart by walkers. It was getting colder and more difficult to hunt. He was getting tired and sluggish so for yet another day he called it quits and went back home with just one tiny squirrel he managed to shoot.

But the worst part for him was being unable to see her since springtime.

Two days passed before he made his way back to the gate on his bike, hoping to travel a bit further out and hunt a different area this time but he never made it far as the gate stood partially opened and he spotted Rick talking to someone. The guards up top standing at attention.

He rolled up with the motor running just as the lower gate guards on either side of the people moved away and a dead deer came into view.

He shut off the engine and stepped off to go investigate, only to be met with the woman he met in the woods. He had to keep himself in check and approach carefully, if she came here out of her own free will or not, it didn't mean anything good.

He slowly stepped up to the people and pretended not to know her. He saw her moving one arm around, grumbling and looking around in hopes od making herself understood without speaking. And before either of the men could speak a word to the other she had padded over to Daryl.

"Hey. Whatcha got there?" He nodded over to the deer pelt you still wore which looked like it was draped over sonething she held onto underneath it.

As she slowly pushed the pelt away it revealed more bundled up fabric. Daryl recognised it as the wrap you wore as a skirt before. He gave her a confused look as she reluctantly looked around at the other people and stepped closer to Daryl as to hide something from view.

She then took a piece of the wrap and pulled it aside, revealing a small child, dark hair on its head and deep blue eyes staring right into his.

Daryl looked up from the baby back to her, pointing a finger at himself with raised brows and she nodded.

With a small nod she took a step back and held out the child to him, which he accepted into his arms. "Ya wanna stay here with us?" He nodded his head at the homes behind him, unsure of what her idea was.

She gave the people near her a glance and pulled the pwlt closer around her as to hide. "So tha's a no?" He was only given a small whine in response before Daryl got called over by Rick.

"So they're staying here with you?" It was a relief to him that she had found who she was looking for so quickly, but the idea of Daryl having a hidden relationship and a child felt strange. "She found the kid's father, it seems."

"How did ya.." Daryl glanced over at her, who still wasn't speaking. "She did her best impression of you so I guessed." Rick gave him a shrug and patted him on the shoulder to pull him closer.

"D'you love her?" Rick's question caught him off guard. Yes he was fond of you, yes. But he felt like he hadn't gotten to know enough of you for love. "M'sure I will if she decides ta stay."

Rick accepted his answer and called over the woman he didn't know the name of, who was unsure but followed through as Daryl said it was okay. "You understand us, yeah?" The responded nod meant yes. "So, yes or no questions work?" Anofher nod. He was satisfied with fhis knowledge and moved on.

"D'you love Daryl?" He pointed at Daryl who gave him a look as to kill him later, but as he looked at her she was happily nodding and gesturing at him and the baby as well as herself.

Rick looked over at Daryl, wondering if he spoke erratic hand gestures and grumbles.

"Ya she loves me. And the kid, all'a us together." She nodded again and snuggled into Daryl's side, who looked at her. "So tha's a yes on stayin' 'ere?" His pleading look was enough for her to agree so she nodded yes at both men.

"I'll go make sure the people know we have a new resident who needs space to adjust." Rick announced as Daryl handed his son back to his mother and places an arm loosely around her shoulder to take her back to his home.

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A/N: Oh look a part two!! This was fun ♡

Part one HERE | Part three HERE

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #werewolf

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Warnings: angst, mention of blood, horror, fright, clowns, drugs(all rather light). but also a lot of fluff!!

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Your friends Uhtred and Gisela invited you to join them, and their friends, to a Halloween fair as they had a spare ticket after one of their friends, Sihtric, got divorced since last October.

Word count: 5,3k

Note: what? It's almost October...

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'Sihtric! Don't leave me here!'

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Uhtred: hey, you said you wanted to go to the Halloween fair, right? You: hey! Yes I did, but it sold out so fast I couldn't get a ticket :( Uhtred: well listen Uhtred: we have a spare ticket, if you want to you can join us? You: who is us? Uhtred: myself, Gisela, Finan with his wife Ingrith and our buddy Sihtric You: oh I remember Finan and Ingrith, they were nice! Have I met Sihtric before? Uhtred: I don't think so… but he's nice. And single ;) You: are you setting me up? Uhtred: could be Gisela's idea…. You: …………. is he cute??? Uhtred: Gisela says yes Uhtred: but joking aside, we kinda need an even number so…. Join us? :) You: yes, of course! Count me in!

'Hell yes!' you shouted after Uhtred had sent you all the details you needed. You've been meaning to go to the Halloween fair for years now, but it's sold out within minutes every year and you never had anyone who wanted to join you. Until you met Uhtred last year when you moved into your new apartment. He and his wife Gisela were your neighbours for a couple of months, but due to their family expanding they sold their apartment and bought a lovely house. They stayed in touch with you and you became good friends. You remember meeting Finan, the Irish man, and his wife, at Uhtred's housewarming and you had hit it off with them right away too.

It was a rather short notice, as the fair was tomorrow night, and you had no idea who Sihtric was, but honestly, you didn't care who you had to tag along with, you just wanted to go to that fair.

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You greeted both Uhtred and Gisela with a firm hug as you met them at the fair's parking lot early in the evening. They looked handsome as ever and had more or less made an attempt to dress up as Gomez and Morticia, yet a little more modern and subtle, and they simply looked to die for. Finan and Ingrith arrived shortly after. Finan was dressed in all black while wearing an Insidious shirt and Ingrith wore a long, crimson dress, which looked stunning and matched with the coloured letters on Finan's shirt. You waved at Finan to greet him, but he said it's a night for hugs and pulled you in, and you gave Ingrith a hug too.

And then you laid eyes upon the terrifyingly handsome man who had walked up alongside Finan and Ingrith. The man was wearing black jeans and a black Halloween '78 sweater, which was half hidden under his unbuttoned, orange and black flannel which, unintentionally, matched with your pumpkin coloured beanie and all black clothes. The pretty boy had dark curls on his half shaved head, a well kept goatee and a tattoo on his neck as well as little lines tattooed on his fingers. He'd later tell you the lines represent his kill count, a memory, like the scars on his face, from the time he had worked alongside Uhtred and Finan as black ops.

'This is Sihtric,' Uhtred smiled as he introduced you to the stunning man.

'H-hi,' you smiled, feeling shy suddenly and not knowing if you should hug him or not.

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled, 'we're all hugging tonight, right?' he said and pulled you gently in for a firm hug.

'I guess we are,' you chuckled as you felt his impressive muscular arms around you.

He looked good and even smelled nice too. And his voice? Low and soft while he spoke with an accent. You thought he could not get any sexier, but then you saw his duo coloured eyes as you pulled away from him, and officially declared him to be criminally good looking.

'Okay, let's get this fright night started!' Finan cheered and wrapped his arm around Ingrith as he made way to the fair. Gisela reached for Uhtred's hand as they followed, leaving you and Sihtric behind looking at each other as you both chuckled.

'Oh,' Sihtric said, 'I guess we're the awkward duo amongst the couples tonight.'

'It looks like it,' you snorted.

'Well, shall we then, lady?' Sihtric grinned and held his arm out to you, an invitation to link your elbow with his.

'We shall,' you smiled, and felt yourself blush as you followed the others, arm-in-arm.

'You've been here before?' you asked after a moment.

'For sure,' Sihtric said, 'I go every year with them,' he nodded at the two couples.

'So who couldn't make it today then? As I'm here now?'

'Uhtred didn't tell you?'

'Tell what?'

'I, eh,' Sihtric sighed with a nervous chuckle, 'I divorced last year. My ex-wife used to join me, not that she really wanted it, but it was the only thing I asked of her.'

'Oh, god,' you said, 'I am so sorry, I had no idea.'

'Oh, no, it's all good,' Sihtric smiled and looked at you, 'I'm happier than ever to be here now, alongside someone who seems as excited as I am about this stuff.'

'Oh, I'm excited,' you chuckled.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'so am I,' he softly bumped his shoulder into yours as you walked onto the fair.

'Okay,' Uhtred turned around to face everyone as he walked backwards, 'me and Gisela want to go see that freak show, finally. Who's with us?'

'Oh, not me,' you grimaced.

'Oh, oh! We are, right, love?' Finan exclaimed as he nudged Ingrith, who nodded hesitantly.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred asked.

'I think I should keep the lady company,' Sihtric said, politely declining to be exposed to whatever horror happens inside that freak show tent.

'Ah, ya wuss!' Finan joked as he ran towards the tent, dragging Ingrith along.

'It's like forty five minutes, you guys don't mind waiting?' Gisela asked.

'No, please, do your thing,' you smiled, 'we'll be fine, we can…' you turned to look at Sihtric, but he had disappeared suddenly, 'oh.'

'He found the bar already,' Uhtred laughed as he watched Sihtric hop back with two drinks, 'hey, we should go,' he said to Gisela, 'we'll call you guys when we're outside again, okay?'

'Yeah, no problem. Have fun,' you grimaced again, to which Gisela giggled as Uhtred pulled her with him.

'Hey, I- oh,' Sihtric said as he looked up at you from his cups, surprised to see you on your own, 'they sure are keen to go to that show.'

'They sure are. You really didn't want to go? I'll be fine on my own.'

'Oh, no, lady,' he shook his head, 'I've seen enough freak shows for a lifetime,' he hinted at his previous job as he handed you a cup, 'I got you a drink.'

'Oh,' you smiled, 'thank you.'

Sihtric noticed you looked down at your cup, hesitantly, while he sipped from his own drink.

'Oh, I- I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, gently taking your cup and taking a sip from it before he handed it back, 'I forgot for a moment how weird it is for a stranger to hand you a drink like this.'

'No, I'm sorry,' you shook your head, 'there's just a lot of weird stories lately of people being drugged, it always crosses my mind when I'm at big gatherings.'

'I'm sorry you have to think of that.'

'Well, it happens to men too,' you said sadly, 'everyone needs to be careful really.'

'That is also true,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'but I just deemed your drink safe,' he winked.

'Thank you,' you smiled shyly and enjoyed your drink before Sihtric asked what you wanted to do while waiting for the others.

'Oh, god, I don't know. I've never been here before. Maybe just walk around?'

'Sure,' he smiled, and he linked his elbow with yours again.

You enjoyed the sights of dressed up people, spooky decoration and lit torches all around. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn made you instantly nostalgic and your mind drifted to your childhood for a moment before you got a jumpscare from some asshole who, dressed as a horror clown, had snuck up behind you to breathe down your neck. You let out a shriek and clung onto your hunky, muscular companion, who couldn't help but laugh at your reaction.

'I fucking hate jumpscares,' you huffed, feeling embarrassed as Sihtric still had his arms around you.

'Oh, you're going to love this place then,' he chuckled and gave you a quick squeeze.

'And I hate clowns too!'

'Lady,' Sihtric laughed, 'you're going to have a horrible night.'

'I am afraid so,' you chuckled and took a step back from him, his arms lingering around you as you did.

'Just remember they're all actors and they're not allowed to touch you,' Sihtric said as he held your hands sweetly, 'they'll only scare you, nothing more.'

'I know,' you sighed but shivered when you saw the horror clown pointing at you.

'Come on,' Sihtric chuckled, wrapping his arm around your neck as he saw your terrified stare towards the pointing clown, 'let's move.'

'Yeah,' you said, still looking at the clown who waved at you as Sihtric pulled you away. You stuck your middle finger up to the clown, who returned it quickly, making Sihtric laugh out loud at the entire unfold of events.

'That'll teach him,' Sihtric encouraged jokingly, tightening his arm around your neck for a second as he leaned his temple against yours briefly.

'Right? He'll never scare me again,' you feigned confidence and pride before you laughed too.

'Oh, is that the maze?' you asked with big eyes after you had strolled around for at least 20 minutes.

The maze was one of the best things to do at the fair. It was a huge, haystack maze in which all kinds of creatures of the night roamed. You had to reach the middle, surviving numerous jumpscares on your way, and once in the middle you'd find a cornfield with multiple red barns. The barns were basically lowkey escape rooms, Texas Chainsaw style. In each barn there was a map hidden, if you could find it, you could make your way out of the maze. If you couldn't get the map within 30 minutes, you had to call it in and you'd "lose".

You were lucky to be there early in the evening, so it wasn't that busy and there was no line yet.

'Yeah, this is the one,' Sihtric smiled. For a moment you both discussed how the other two couples would be done with that freak show soon, but you both quickly agreed you didn't really care, they could wait for the two of you now instead, as it would never take longer than 30 minutes.

'So you wanna go?'

'Yes!'

'But… there's probably clowns in there, lady. I mean, they do change the theme each year, but there's always a clown somewhere.'

'Oh,' you pouted quickly and even hesitated, which Sihtric noticed.

'But I got you,' Sihtric chuckled and took your hand, pulling you towards the maze.

'I apologise in advance for my violent shrieks,' you smiled sheepishly.

Sihtric laughed and put his arm around your neck again while keeping his fingers laced with yours, 'you're cute,' he chuckled softly. You mumbled an awkward thanks and looked down at your feet, to which Sihtric smiled.

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The first few metres of the maze went fine. You were pumped up with adrenaline as you held onto Sihtric's hand, who guided the way through the haystacks, and you felt a little confident, until another horror clown jumped up behind you. You nearly jumped in Sihtric's arms, who just laughed as he pulled you away from the clown. Two corners later you made a wrong turn and walked into that creepy Saw doll on his stupid little bike. You screamed at the sight and ran away like a headless chicken, making Sihtric chase after you until he got a hold of you, just before another horror clown jumped out in front of you, to which you once again screamed and hid your face in Sihtric's chest. But never once was Sihtric complaining about how you kept holding onto him.

The maze had a few hidden green zones, which meant at that spot you could catch your breath without being scared shitless. Sihtric was quick to find one, it was a dead end hidden away behind 3 corners of hay. Once there, you leaned back against the haystack wall, trying to get over your recent scares with a nervous chuckle and teary eyes. Sihtric made sure he found an actual green zone by quickly hopping around the corner, away from you, to check.

'No, no!' you hissed, frightened, 'Sihtric! Don't leave me here!'

'I'm not, lady,' he laughed quietly as he quickly made his way back to you.

'Oh, thank god,' you said when he reappeared. Sihtric took your hands, pulling you towards him, and without thinking you snuck your arms under his flannel, around his waist.

'I was just making sure nothing would jump out here,' Sihtric said softly and rested his chin on top of your beanie as he held you.

'Thank you,' you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body against you.

'Do you wish to continue or stop? We can just call it and leave, I don't mind.'

'No, I want to continue. I just need a moment.'

'Are you sure?' Sihtric asked as he pulled back to meet your eyes.

'Yeah. I mean, I'm scared but it's a weird kind of pleasant adrenaline.'

Sihtric said he understood and looked at you for a moment, taking in your appearance while you calmed yourself down. He chuckled softly and bit down on his lip when you looked up at him. He leaned in slightly and pulled you closer.

'I can't believe Uhtred didn't tell me his lady friend was this cute.'

'What?' you snorted, 'well… he did tell me that you were cute.'

'Uhtred said I was cute?' he frowned.

'Well, Uhtred said that Gisela said you were cute.'

'Ah, that makes more sense,' he snorted, 'but they didn't tell me anything about you. Was this a set up then?'

'Maybe?'

You both laughed and Sihtric leaned in even closer.

'Well, I have no complaints,' he said softly with a half smile, lifting your chin up slightly with his index finger and thumb.

'Neither do I,' you gave him another shy smile and felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach when he brushed his lips lightly over yours.

'No?' his voice was suddenly husky, 'you like what you see?' he smiled cheekily.

'I do,' you smiled, nudging your nose softly against his, 'do you?'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and licked his lips, quickly darting his eyes over you, 'like? I love what I see, lady,' he smiled with a hint of mischief and brought his face closer to yours.

You pulled away with a smile, teasing the man who had laughed at your earlier frights, and you saw Sihtric's eyes had darkened when you looked at him. You gently leaned back into him, to which Sihtric now pulled away with a grin after he was quick to peck your lips just once. You giggled and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, trying to match his height as his hands had settled on your lower back. He smiled, brushing his lips over yours again before he flicked his tongue against your upper lip, only to then softly bite your lower lip, giving you a playful tug with his teeth, before he chuckled and ran his tongue over your lower lip to tease once more. Then he finally parted his lips and locked them with yours, drawing you into a sweet but sexy kiss, your tongues exploring each other more as the kiss deepened.

You were suddenly interrupted when your phone rang. You reluctantly broke the kiss and took a step back, to which Sihtric smiled at you with narrowed eyes and clicked his tongue. You answered the phone as his hands pulled you closer again while he looked you up and down, biting down on his lip as he did so.

'Gisela?' you said as you picked up, allowing Sihtric to pull you in again, 'no we aren't at the bar anymore. We're at the-,' you hissed and inhaled sharply when Sihtric suddenly kissed your jaw, dragging his teeth across your skin before gently biting your ear, hearing his devilish chuckle in your ear as he did.

'No, I-I'm okay,' you said, tensed up, much to Sihtric's pleasure, 'we're at the maze,' you sighed when he kissed your neck, teasing you with his tongue on your skin in between soft kisses.

'Yes, okay, ohh- okay,' you struggled to keep your breath steady, 'I have to go!' you said and broke the connection with Gisela abruptly, your arms wrapping immediately around Sihtric's neck as he already pulled you in for a kiss before you had hung up. You melted in his embrace and slowly kissed him back, sucking his lower lip for a second as he pulled away.

'Damn, baby,' Sihtric spoke soft and raspy, smiling against your lips before he bit your lower lip again, 'this is definitely the most fun I ever had in this maze.'

You giggled and kissed his lips once more, 'the others are looking for us.'

'Let them look,' he grinned and pecked your lips, 'no one will find us in here.'

'Wait, shit,' you suddenly pushed Sihtric away slightly, 'how much longer do we have here?'

You glanced at your phone and did some quick maths.

'We have 15 minutes to find that map or we lose.'

'No. I never lose, lady,' Sihtric said, determined, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him through the endless hay walls of the maze. You got a few minor scares as you followed him, but your head was still so far up in the clouds after his kiss that you didn't even notice most of the jumpscares that were thrown at you.

'There!' you exclaimed, pointing at the barns through the cornfield. You both ran, hand in hand, as fast as you could while you already heard the sound of a chainsaw and another couple screaming their lungs out in the distance. You both laughed as you screamed at the sound before you ran inside one of the pitch black barns. Sihtric closed the door behind him and tried to find a lightswitch. You heard the lights switch on and you both squinted your eyes as the room lit up. After a few seconds Sihtric quickly pulled you against his chest.

'Shit,' he hissed softly as he looked around the barn. Out of all the barns in the field, you had run into the one that seemed to have a horror clown theme. Sihtric wasn't afraid of some stupid clown, but even he felt unsettled by the sight of the room. Blood decorated the walls, as well as an endless row of old school lockers. Balloons didn't cheer the horrific place up, it only made it more unsettling, clown masks were stapled to the faces of bloody corpses on the floor, all while a haunting circus tune played from god knows where.

'Oh my god,' you whispered and clung onto Sihtric.

'We better do this quick,' he grimaced. His eyes darted over the room, looking for clues to find the map.

'Oh, no,' you whispered, 'it's probably in there.'

You pointed to a large, wooden chest in the corner of the barn, which you did not wish to open. Sihtric stared at the wooden chest and swallowed hard. He knew something would happen as soon as that chest would be opened, and he was worried about the scare you would get.

'Should I look?' he asked, still holding you against his chest.

'We don't have much time,' you nodded fast and turned in his arms to look up at him, 'I'll go with you.'

Sihtric looked down at you and smiled, 'to protect me?'

'Yes,' you grinned and pecked his cheek.

Sihtric took your hand and slowly made way to the corner, eyeing the chest to see if it would trigger something, while you, completely oblivious, followed him closely. He kneeled down in front of the chest and inspected it quickly, all while he still held your hand as you towered over him, looking around the room for any possible scares.

Sihtric placed his free hand on one of the clasp locks and clenched his jaw. He licked his lips before he looked up at you and said, 'Look… I fear something will happen once I open this.'

You agreed with a nod and shuffled closer to him.

'Are you scared?'

'No,' you said, deadpan, 'I am fine.'

Sihtric chuckled but couldn't deny he felt a little uneasy. He did not want to open that chest and be responsible for your possible death.

'Okay,' he sighed and let go of your hand, 'stand back, babe,' he said, fully expecting something, or worse, someone, to jump out of that chest as soon as he opened it. You took a step back and held onto a piece of Sihtric's flannel, as if that would protect you from whatever was inside that chest. The haunting circus theme was still playing in the background when Sihtric placed his other hand on the second lock. He looked back up at you, as if for your approval. You gave him a firm nod, which he returned to you before he looked back at the chest, his thumbs tracing the locks before he unclasped them.

You jumped at the sound and you both held your breath as you waited for a jumpscare. But nothing happened. Nothing. Sihtric looked up at you and shrugged, to which you threw your hands up. The haunting circus tune kept playing as if nothing had happened, and then Sihtric slowly opened the chest. You shuffled backwards as he opened it, still holding on to his flannel while he carefully pushed the lid fully open. Sihtric looked inside the chest and frowned, you leaned over him to peek inside and it left you equally confused. There was no map, just an old circus clown's coat. Suddenly the haunting theme slowed down, as if it ran out of batteries and you both held your breath again.

You screamed when suddenly the old coat moved and a circus clown appeared from underneath. You startled Sihtric, who jumped up to your scream and shoved you behind him when the clown turned its head towards the two of you. Sihtric stared at the clown, battle-calm, while you held onto his arm and buried your face in his back.

'What is it doing?' you whispered, eyes closed, clinging onto his arm for dear life.

'Nothing,' Sihtric whispered, 'it's just staring at us.'

You carefully peeked over his shoulder, and just when you did, the clown jumped up and held his bloody hand out towards you both. You let out another shriek, hid behind Sihtric, who took a step back to make sure you were safely behind him as he bared his teeth to the murderous clown, almost snarling like a wolf. His eyes darted between the clown's face and his blooded hand in which, Sihtric then noticed, the clown held the map.

Sihtric slowly stepped towards the clown, knowing it was never allowed to harm them, but he was still prepared and ready to punch the clown between the eyes if it tried something. But as expected, nothing happened when Sihtric tore the map out of the clown's hands.

He slowly stepped back, keeping you behind him while he kept his eyes on the clown, guiding you back towards the entrance door. You were almost at the door when suddenly you heard a thump. You tensed up and clung onto Sihtric, who held his breath for a split second, knowing the thump did not come from the clown he had kept his eyes on.

'Wh-where did that come from?' you asked, eyes darting around the room.

'I don't know,' Sihtric whispered.

His eyes were wide and still fixed on that one clown, when suddenly the door of one of the old school lockers flung open. The sound of a revving chainsaw howled through the barn as another horror clown jumped out of the locker across the room and charged at you both with full speed. You screamed and stumbled backwards. Sihtric was quick to turn around and kept you from falling by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him as he kicked open the barn door with his black boot.

'Go,' Sihtric said, 'go!'

'Wh-what?'

'Run, babe!' he hissed, shoving you through the door while the rattling chainsaw closed in, 'now! Run!'

You ran as fast as you could, but kept glancing back at Sihtric, who was quick to follow after he had closed the barn door behind him, hoping to stall the chainsaw clown for a few seconds as you both ran. Because if that clown would catch up with you, it meant you "lost". And Sihtric didn't lose. Or better said; Sihtric did not like to lose and would make it everyone's problem if he did.

'Sihtric!' you yelled as he neared you.

'I'm here, go, go,' he said as he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him while he tried to study the map to find a way out.

'We're running out of time!' you said out of breath.

'I know!'

Suddenly Sihtric stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes darted over the map and then he looked quickly around him. He seemed awfully calm while there was a clown with a chainsaw closing in again.

'Sihtric!' you screamed and pulled his arm.

'Shit,' he sighed, 'we're running to the wrong side.'

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the opposite side of the field, barely escaping the chainsaw clown and you both ran as fast as you could through the remainder of the maze. Here and there some zombies, vampires and devils jumped out around corners, causing you to shriek and yelp, but nothing spooked you as much as the sound of that revving chainsaw still chasing you.

'We're almost there,' Sihtric was panting as he looked at the map again.

'I'm about to throw up,' you said out of breath.

Clearly Sihtric was way more used to running than you. You never worked out really so you were surprised you had managed to keep up this long, you guessed it was the adrenaline keeping you going.

'Please don't,' Sihtric laughed, 'look! There!'

'Oh, thank god!'

You felt like crying when you saw the exit to the maze. Sihtric pulled you through the last haystack wall, moments before the clown had caught up with you, and you both ran a little further until you were sure that clown was not following you anymore. You turned around, both out of breath and stared at the clown, who kept revving the chainsaw as he stood in the last metre of the hay walls, watching you both catch your breath. You stuck your middle finger up to the clown, like you had done earlier that night, and Sihtric laughed before he did the same.

'We made it,' Sihtric laughed, almost a maniacal laugh at this point and he brushed his hand through his hair, 'we made it, babe,' he said out of breath and pulled you towards him.

'Fucking hell,' you laughed, you weren't sure if it was a happy laugh or a terrified laugh, but you laughed. Sihtric wrapped his arms around your waist and you were quick to wrap yours around his neck.

'Gods, are you okay?' he said, the joy and adrenaline had abruptly left his voice when he felt you trembling in his arms.

'Yeah,' you said, still catching your breath, 'just the adrenaline and being scared to death,' you laughed.

'You sure?' Sihtric cupped your cheeks and studied you for a moment.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,' you chuckled.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled softly, 'Good?'

'I'm good,' you reassured him.

Sihtric nodded and smiled, then he wrapped his arms around you tightly again and you both had a giggle fit after the crazy chase. Sihtric tried to kiss you again but you stepped on his foot while leaning into him, making him lose his balance, and he stumbled backwards onto a pile of hay, which surrounded the maze, with you in his arms and you landed with a soft thump. Straws of hay and dust flew up and then twirled down around you. You both laughed at what happened as you laid on top of him, in his arms. And then without a warning, Sihtric suddenly rolled you over onto your back, which made you giggle while your hands seemed to find his hair without hesitation, pulling him closer and wasting no time to kiss his lips for a short moment before he pulled back. He looked at you and smiled, the way you were decorated with hay was adorable to him, and he slid one hand down to your waist as he placed his other hand onto your neck. He leaned in and nuzzled your nose softly before he pulled you in for another sweet, hot kiss, like the one in the maze. He wasn't shy of using his tongue while kissing you or trailing his hand down to your thigh and up to your waist in a sensual way. You made out in that pile of hay for a few minutes. Your hands in his hair, his hand squeezing your thigh, your fingers grabbing his sweater to pull him closer, his fingers tracing over your neck, your hands slipping under his sweater, feeling his abs and muscular chest while he bucked his hips against yours a few times too many, making you both moan softly until you suddenly heard that chainsaw again in the distance, reminding you that you were in public.

You both broke the kiss reluctantly at the same time and chuckled at the poor self control you both seemed to have. But you both blamed it on the adrenaline rush. Sihtric got up, once he had calmed himself down after a short moment, and helped you up. Just as you had gotten up, and Sihtric tried to rid you of the hay that was sticking to your clothes, you looked up and saw Uhtred, Gisela, Finan and Ingrith closing in on you.

'Sihtric,' you said nervously.

'Yes?' he said, still busy cleaning you up while his own clothes were still dusty with hay.

Before you could speak, Uhtred had cleared his throat, to which Sihtric looked a little startled and he turned around to face the others.

'What happened to the two of ya?' Finan snorted, knowing they all saw how Sihtric had pulled you up from that haystack.

'I… there was a clown,' you said.

'We were chased,' Sihtric helped you out.

'I am afraid of clowns…' you said.

'She is,' Sihtric confirmed.

'And so ya fell into a haystack?'

'Yes,' you said.

'On top of each other?' Uhtred grinned.

You looked down at your feet and Sihtric sniffed as he looked everywhere but at their faces and tried to shake the leftover hay off his clothes.

'Okay, enough,' Gisela smiled, 'I need a drink after that freak show.'

She ordered the men to stop staring at Sihtric and shoved them towards him, making both men pat Sihtric's shoulder before they each wrapped an arm around their friend, walking him towards the bar.

Gisela and Ingrith waited until the men were a few paces away and then both linked an elbow with you, giggling as they made you tell what had happened in the maze.

And the night was only just getting started.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #modern!sihtric

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odditycircus-2002 · 9 months

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Shang Tsung x Medusa!Reader Part III: Aftermath

FIRST

For some reference, this takes place around MK11: Aftermath Story Mode. What happened between that and the last post is up to you to decide. Oh and in this scenario, Sindel isn't a villain (Let's be honest that ret-con did her dirty), rather she'll be aware of what she's doing BUT, you, the reader basically are controlling her like a puppet. While perhaps unnecessary, I suggest reading my other posts to understand what's happening here. Now, on with the show!

You were tossed in the Void similarly to Shang Tsung, Fujin, and Night Wolf because you, too, refused to take Kronika up on her offer. That and you were taken first before them as Kronika's Insurance so that your husband would complete her Crown of Souls. In fact, your entire existence was made and written so that you were essentially a carrot on a stick for Shang Tsung.

Understandably, you're more than a little bitter about this being true. Still, whether or not your love for Shang Tsung changes(Though, let's be honest, you were bemused and absolutely jubilant when you found your DEAD husband not dead and alive), that doesn't stop you from conspiring with one another to bring Kronika to her knees. A fact that Fujin and Night Wolf suspected while trapped within the Void, without knowing you two are married.

Then again, how would anyone really know? The demigod brothers were used to your glamor and mask that made you look more human rather than your gorgon form.

Plus, it helped that while Shang Tsung still wore his wedding ring, you kept yours on a cord around your neck, hidden beneath your clothing.

In front of the others, such as Lui Kang's allies, you two also acted formally with one another, with brief and curt exchanges if you needed to interact. Leaving others to believe you both used to be in Shao Khan's court.

Shang would be adamant about not needing your medicine or help whenever he gets injured in any battles you face. Yet, you wouldn't have any of it, you just got back your husband, and you are sure as FUCK not gonna lose him again.

"Shang, you old fool, you're useless to anyone if you can barely walk or see straight!"

Although, you didn't let any of your actual concerned sentiment seep out from you; instead, you just assure Shang that he can "pay" you back later. This works in both your favor as Shang Tsung openly healing you can also be seen as chipping away his tab with you.

While neither Night Wolf nor Fujin suspected your marriage to Shang Tsung, they still were wary of both of you. So they would try and keep you physically separated. Shang Tsung's honesty track record is abysmal at best, and you're already known to be a notorious dealmaker that lives in a cave.

Still, when both of you can slip by their watchful gaze, you'd both would exchange hushed, tender, and encouraging words to one another. Yet, words aren't enough for you to express just how much you've missed his presence. His company has always been far more entertaining and fulfilling than any souls you've bargained with or stone slaves you kept in your cave as security.

Shang Tsung can only use many words to express his pride in you. He would make many promises and vows to you to give all you desire in his new Era, to make up for all the years he's lost with you.

Despite a few hiccups regarding restoring Sindel to life, mainly in the form of you turning one Tarkatan to stone and shattering another, the process was successful thanks to you, Shang, and Fujin. Or so it seemed.

You took the liberty of briefly snatching the Jinsei Fujin collected to add just a few drops of venom you specially made to those that can't hold up their end of the bargain into the bottle. So whether Sindel realized it or not, you pulled the strings.

Funny, some of you almost felt bad for what you'll put Sindel through. Here's a loving and heroic woman who lost her husband and realm to Shao Khan, then her life to ensure Earthrealm's protection. Only for that sacrifice to be reduced to meaningless when Quan-Chi resurrected her to force her to act on Shao Khan's will, including brutally murdering the very people she tried to protect. Only for her leash to be passed to Shinnok and Quan-chi after her second death at the hands of Night Wolf. Finally, after years as a pretty little puppet, she has restored memories and body. Now reunited with her daughter and able to apologize for leaving her alone with Shao Khan as a young child. Well, almost being a keyword here.

You first had her free the man she hated the most, her "husband" Shao Khan, from his imprisonment. You can imagine her horror when her body started moving beneath the Kolosseum, without being prompted. When she tried to open her mouth to shout for help, you made sure no words could escape her. The next time she opened it again, well it was to let out her banshee scream, peeling back the flesh of his Shokan guards. You give her some reprieve by letting her kick Shao Khan in the face, hard. Enough to break his nose and a few spikes of his.

You laughed through your enchanted crystal when Queen Sheeva saw the gruesome scene before her, with horror and disbelief in her eyes. Sindel could only get a few words out, insisting that she was not in control of herself, before you had her let out another scream and put the Shokan Queen out of commission before quickly using Sindel as your mouthpiece to spin a tale to convince the rest of the Shokan that Kitana Khan was to blame and to swear loyalty to her to avenge Sheeva. Sindel could only watch the scene unfold from her eyes in horror.

You have to give it to the former Queen. She fought hard against your control, thrashing against her invisible strings harder than anyone before her to the point it seemed physically painful. Even managing to snap out of your control briefly to rectify her actions before you ultimately took back her strings. You chalk that one up to her willpower and the fact she made no soul-binding contracts with you.

The pieces began to fall into place after using Sindel to explain to Shao Khan the plan you and Shang Tsung had concocted to restore them both to their rightful place. With Sindel as your puppet, Shao Khan was slowly able to take back Outworld's armies. And because you were in a good mood, you allowed her some control over her voice again, enough so she may speak her true thoughts and motives. Apologizing in tears for all she's done and wishing she was stronger, letting her daughter know she loves her more than she'll ever know. There were still tears in Sindel's eyes when you retook her voice to command Kitana to be put in chains. Nobody on the other side knew it was you except for Shang Tsung, not when you were fighting alongside Raiden and Fujin against the Netherrealm's army.

When Shang Tsung tricked Fujin into finally giving him the crown, his first move after putting it on was to embrace you in his arms and unabashedly passionately kiss you. He ran his fingers through your snakes that affectionately curled into his touch with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Fujin, Raiden, I believe you're familiar with my wife?"

Saying you had a diabolical grin on your face, made more evil-looking by your boar-like tusks jutting from your upper lip, would be an understatement.

After feasting on Fujin and Raiden's souls, you turned them into stone to preserve them for later. However, that's when Sindel finally broke free of your control, first to briefly brawl with Shao Khan for harming her daughter before you pulled her into combating you. In the end, you not only beat Sindel in combat but, to ensure she can't do anything further, have her look into your gaze and turn to stone.

"Do not worry, your Excellency. I can reverse the spell later and make it so she's devoted to you for all eternity. "

Not surprisingly, both you and your husband betrayed Shao Khan and drained him of his life force until he was nothing but a barely breathing husk of what he once was.

When Shang Tsung defeats Kronika, and before he starts working on the Hourglass, he takes your wedding off from the cord around your neck to lovingly put the jade and nephrite ring in its rightful place on your hand. You both share a loving kiss before he starts getting to work, well before Fire God Lui Kang arrives.

If your husband wins, he makes good on all those promises he made you earlier, including making you a throne of your own right beside him. Because you had such fun with Sindel and Shao Khan, they, too, become your personal servants, similar to Shang Tsung with Raiden and Fujin. While Kronika is long gone, Shang Tsung is forever grateful that she made you. You are his Empress, his equal in power and mind, his beloved wife. Now, there'll be no one in all of existence that can ever separate you two.

If Lui Kang wins, you can only fall to your knees amongst the dust that once was Shang Tsung. Lui Kang would look upon you with pity as tears start pouring from your eyes, a first for you in eons. You touch your damp cheeks before closing your eyes, taking a breath, and looking toward the Fire God with a strained smile.

"Can I please join my husband too?"

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

"I'm certain, he was my life after all. Whether or not I wanted him to be."

Lui Kang acquises to your request. You whisper "thank you" as you turn into dust and join your husband.

In the Fire God's new Era, he will ensure you turn out differently and, hopefully, kinder. And to keep you and Shang Tsung as separate as possible. However, even if you manage to meet through oceans of time, then at least it'll be your choice whether or not you fall for the Sorcerer.

Playlist while writing this:

"Poor Unfortunate Souls" by Pat Carrol

"Judas" by Lady Gaga

"Momento Mori" by Fish in a Birdcage

"Mary on a Cross" by Ghost

"Queen of White Lies" by The Orion Experience

"Look what you made me do" by Taylor Swift

"I'm the Bad Guy" by Andy Bean and Noel Wells

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #shang tsung x reader #Shang Tsung #Mk11 #Mk11 Aftermath #fujin mortal kombat #nightwolf #mk x reader

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Nother idea: CHRONIC PAIN STEVE?????? CHRONIC PAIN EDDIE????? MAYBE????? CHRONIC PAIN STEDDIE LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH THEIR SCARS AND PAIN???? THE PARTY HELPING BUT NOT BEING OVERBEARING OR BABYING THEM????

MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! I could write endlessly about chronic pain Steve and Eddie, but I cut myself off here before I got TOO far. I didn't include the whole party, but of course, their favorite child had to be involved. Without getting super carried away, I think Dustin ends up telling everyone about both of them suffering in silence and everyone starts doing small things to help. I was using this as a warm up before working on Chapter 9 of call me sunshine. Hope this works for you! - Mickala ❤️

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Staying with Steve while he had a migraine wasn’t new to him, though he’d always had Robin as backup.

But she was stuck on a family trip for two weeks and Steve didn’t like the kids seeing him like this, so he was alone.

And it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time Steve slept or just stayed in his quiet, dark bedroom.

He was only there to make sure he got water and meds regularly, food when he could sit up long enough to eat, and ensure he didn’t try to do too much.

He normally sat on the couch when he wasn’t busy playing nurse, but Steve had insisted he sit in bed with him.

He was missing Robin. That’s all.

It didn’t mean anything else.

Steve would let out little groans of pain in his sleep that had Eddie’s hands uselessly hovering over his body, trying to figure out what the hell could possibly help him.

Nothing really could, but he wanted to try anyway.

But as the hours wore on, Eddie’s back and sides started aching from the position he was sitting in. His legs were next, he knew, but he was afraid to move too much and wake Steve up.

His whole body hurt in ways he never imagined after the bats, ways the doctors couldn’t really help with.

The scars were itchy for months, but he would take that over the way they would just ache now.

Steve never complained about his, but Eddie knew he felt it too.

Owens said it was probably something to do with the venom, that they couldn’t ever get rid of all of it and it wouldn’t cause long term harm except for the pain.

But the pain was enough.

Dustin had noticed how he would sometimes have to walk around during campaigns now instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He asked him after a session if he was okay, and Eddie broke down. He told him everything.

So Dustin bought him a new seat cushion to help support his back with his allowance. He always kept a Tylenol in his pocket in case Eddie didn’t have any. He would watch for any signs that Eddie needed to be in bed instead of upright and come up with a reason for everyone to leave.

He’d even call Wayne at work before he left Eddie’s side to let him know it was a bad day.

But somehow no one seemed to notice Steve was in the same boat except for him.

Sure, Robin knew about the migraines. She was there for some of the reasons he has them.

But she probably assumed everything else was fine.

That’s what Steve wanted people to think. That’s what Eddie wanted people to think, too.

Steve let out a long groan and started shifting a bit in the bed.

Eddie took this opportunity to adjust himself a bit, but he froze when Steve stopped moving and let out a sigh.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since Eddie got here.

Not great considering Eddie was halfway laying down, leaning on his elbow on the side with the worst of his scars.

Fuck.

He bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He could move little by little and probably not disrupt Steve at all, his bed was big and they had enough space between them that small movements probably could be hidden.

So he let out a breath and scooted his body down slowly.

He watched Steve’s face the entire time.

But right when he was almost completely horizontal, and he felt a tiny amount of relief, Steve’s eyes blinked open.

He let out a pained whimper.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. Just close your eyes. Need anything?”

Eddie used this opportunity to lay down, scooting closer to Steve.

He reached his hand out to move the hair off his face, eyebrows furrowing when he realized how sweaty Steve was.

“Are you hot?”

“No, just hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart. Does this help?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mhm.”

So Eddie used his temporary relief from his own pain to help Steve find a little relief for his own.

But after a few minutes, Steve’s face pinched, and a loud whine left his mouth.

“Is it just your head?”

Steve shook his head once.

So Eddie was right, he felt the same pains all over his body, and it probably felt worse because of his migraine.

“The bites?”

“Mhm.”

“They hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.”

“Mine too, sweetheart.”

Eddie moved his hand down to Steve’s side, right over the bite that probably would have killed him if they’d been even 30 seconds later through the gate.

He knew hard pressure was too much, but sometimes a light pressure made the pain pause.

He pressed his whole hand against the spot he knew was covered in angry lines and redness, physical proof of their experience that would never go away.

Steve let out a moan, his head sinking further into the pillow and his face relaxing.

“There ya go. Take a few deep breaths.”

Steve did as he said, his whole body relaxed by the third inhale.

“Helps.”

“Mhm. I’ve had plenty of experience trying to find what works.”

“Yours hurts now?”

“A little. I’m okay.”

Steve slowly reached a hand out, blindly searching for an area of Eddie’s body that was covered in scars. It wasn’t hard; Most of Eddie’s body was covered in scars.

He found a particularly bad one on his stomach, near the worst one on his side, and pressed just firm enough to bring some relief.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan he let out.

“What a pair we make,” Eddie said softly.

“Mhm. Help each other.”

“Yeah, baby. We can help each other.”

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Steve.”

Steve’s hand lightly smacked him away from the scar.

“Baby. Sweetheart.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie moved his hand up and down Steve’s side gently, barely applying any pressure. “Need more meds?”

“Please.”

Eddie got up and grabbed the pain meds from the table, took two from the bottle, and helped Steve lean up enough to swallow them and a few sips of water.

Eddie couldn’t resist the kiss he placed on Steve’s head before he laid him back down in the bed.

“Gonna have Dustin bring us my cream that helps. That okay?”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, he watches out for me a lot.”

“Good kid.”

“Yeah, you raised him right.”

Steve smacked his arm lightly, but a small smile was now on his face, like he knew Eddie was joking but was proud of himself for the work he put in anyway.

Eddie slowly made his way to the kitchen to call Dustin, wincing anytime he took a step too fast. The scars on his legs were yelling at him to stay still, but he had to do this for Steve.

“Dusty. I’m at Steve’s. Can you bring the lotion stuff that’s in my room? Green bottle, has some ridiculous medical name on it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, dude. It’s for Steve.”

“But Steve has a migraine? This is for muscle pain.”

Eddie sighed.

“Steve’s got the same problem I do, man. Maybe not quite as bad, but it’s worse when he has a migraine already. He’s in bad shape.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you $5 for the arcade if you can bring it now.”

“Be there in 30 minutes. Keep the $5.”

Dustin hung up the phone and Eddie jumped when he heard shuffling behind him.

Steve was feeling along the wall, eyes almost entirely closed, letting out small huffs of breath as he tried to find Eddie.

“Stevie, what are you doing? You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re hurting like this.”

Steve curled against his chest, letting out a sigh when Eddie’s hands found his sides.

“Wanted you.”

“I was coming right back, goofball.”

“Wanted you now.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Steve was always a little clingy when he had a migraine, so he never really took it as anything but him just wanting to be close to someone.

“Dustin’s gonna be here soon, okay?”

“He knows?”

“He does now. You’re not gonna keep making yourself suffer alone. Trust me, he won’t let you.”

“Yeah. Stubborn.”

“I know you are.”

Steve shook his head. “Dustin.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Not his mom.”

“Didn’t say you were. C��mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back in bed.”

It took a lot of breaks and deep breaths, but they made it back upstairs and Eddie got Steve settled into the comfiest possible position in bed.

“You be good, I’m gonna wait for Dustin downstairs.”

“Be good.”

Eddie smirked. “Know you can, Stevie.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before slowly making his way back downstairs and cursing rich people for having two floors in their homes.

Dustin arrived within minutes. He knew better than to ask to stay, already seeing the pained look on Eddie’s face and knowing Steve’s was probably worse.

“Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Dusty. I’ll call.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to, though.

He put some of the lotion on his side and thighs, then made his way upstairs to apply it to Steve’s side and stomach.

Steve barely woke up as he did it, just mumbled a small thanks before he drifted off again.

Eddie fell asleep next to him, hand over Steve’s worst scar. Not to hide it, never to hide it, only to protect him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #so much hurt comfort in this bad boy #chronic pain eddie munson #chronic pain steve harrington #migraine steve again i know okay #requests

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kill-the-hand-of-shakespeare · 4 months

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“Unknown”

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Aziraphale took a deep breath, and cleared his throat. He pulled at the hem of his waistcoat, and then cleared his throat again. He searched the bookshop with flittering eyes- trying to find solace in ‘home’. He did not.

He knew every little detail of this bookshop. It was his, and he had seen every millimetre of it. He knew it better than his own corporation. But now, after months being gone, it felt... odd. Like he was a guest in his own home- like he knew it all too well, but didn’t have the right to it. He guessed that’s what humans must have felt when they sold a home or left a job and came back- like it is no longer theirs, but was so wholly before.

He smoothed the off-white fabric on his thighs, partly because he hadn’t before he sat down, and in part to wipe the sweat that gathered on his palms. Nervous - a rock sat heavy in the bottom of his stomach and his searching eyes found Crowley’s profile.

The demon was doing that ‘thing’ - Aziraphale hadn’t come up with a name for it, but Crowley used to do it before he wore (invented?) glasses.

He found a far off object to look at, squinted his eyes a little and made them unfocused- a far away look that hid all the emotion he could without hiding behind shades of black. The Angel had once thought that the glasses were simply to hide his snake-like eyes from humans. He’d been so oblivious. Those gold eyes held so much of Crowley’s thoughts- the glasses were there to keep him stone cold, unreadable to the world.

Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek, and turned to face Crowley a bit more- knocking their knees together. Both him and Crowley quickly yelped apologies out of anxious habit, and Aziraphale had half a mind to pull his knee away. But that was quickly overcome by the need to be close. To touch. It had been so long since he had been in someones bubble after eons of constant closeness.

Heaven was stoic. Cold. Everyone kept to themselves, hands clasped tightly behind their backs, crossed fingers hidden as they spoke. Their smiles never reached their eyes. The lower ranked angels were sweet, but never had time to chat- busy bees doing their work. It left Aziraphale’s palms itchy- he had learned to touch Crowley so easily...

Aziraphale stared at their knees for a moment, Crowley’s hands in his lap, nails digging crescent indents into the skin. He wanted to slide his palm against the demons, smooth away the hurt, relax him and comfort him, but didn’t know how. He didn’t know if he was allowed.

Aziraphale was a bad Angel. Or maybe a good one- he couldn’t tell; he was just really damn good at playing stupid. Being around Crowley had become easy, the more comfortable he had pretended he was, the more comfortable he actually ended up being. What was that human saying again? Oh yes- “fake it until you make it.” The Angel was good at that.

He would be able to read just about anyone, Angel, demon, human or... otherwise, and quickly give them what they wanted. Crowley included.

If this was ‘before’, when things were simple and they tip-toed around each other and their only intimacy was loving glances. Aziraphale would have said something random, and then gently took Crowley’s hand into his own and patted it, forcing his hand to relax. The demon always lounged, but now he sat too tense, even as he slouched with bad posture. The Angel wished he could think up a way to relax him- but everything was a subtle touch, and they were both too aware of each other to play dumb. Even the legs that lingered close were tense with precaution.

Aziraphale cleared his throat again and watched Crowley’s jaw tense in a flinch, it broke his heart.

“Oh, Crowley...” he whispered softly, the demon closing his eyes tight, swallowing hard. Aziraphale could tell hearing his name from the Angels lips hurt. “I had so much time to think about all the things I would say... But now they all feel... As if they’re not enough.” Aziraphale said, hearing the strain in his own voice. He couldn’t hide it. And didn’t know if he wanted to.

“Well, if you have nothing to say, I have things I could be doing.” The demon snapped, trying to be aggressive, but his heart wasn’t in it- it was to deflect; to try and rid of his own feelings and thoughts. The fact that the demon did not move away, said so much. He had learnt to read Crowley’s body language like any of his books, carefully and meticulously, paying attention to what was unsaid; in between the lines. Aziraphale took a deep breath. He would say what he needed to.

“Crowley,” he started, “I don’t forgive you.”

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Anni oop-!

Sorry for the long wait for an update, the holidays and some personal things got in the way. Enjoy this cliffhanger, and feel free to leave predictions 😈 I’d love to see what ya’ll think!

Lots of love, tho. I won’t hurt you... too bad.

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#aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens2 #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #azicrow #good omens 3 #good omens theory #GOUnknown

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Hold My Hand

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1729

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Spying, Some Slight Descriptions of Reader's Hair

Note: This is a song fic (sort of) for Lady Gaga's "Hold My Hand"

Top Gun Masterlist

Damn it! Rooster had made it all the way back to base before he realized he had forgotten his favorite pair of aviators back in the bar. Normally, he would have waited until the next day to try going back, but there was an early morning training session and he really wanted to use them. The sun cresting over the desert could be killer on his eyes otherwise.

As he approached The Hard Deck, he breathed a small sigh of relief to see a few lights were still on inside. He had half expected the bar to be completely empty for the night considering he had been ushered out along with the rest of his squadron after last call. But as he tried the front door, he was pleasantly surprised to find it still unlocked. Though it was darker than usual, and all the chairs were currently stacked on top of the tables. Music still softly filtered through the room and as Rooster looked around, he noticed you standing with your back to him by the jukebox with a rag in one hand and a broom leaning on the tables nearby.

You had taken your hair down from the tight ponytail you always wore it in, and you had removed your shoes and apron. For some reason, it felt so intimate seeing you this way. While working, you were always so professional and poised but now, he was literally seeing you let your hair down. And he liked it.

From the first day he had walked into The Hard Deck, you had caught his eye. Aloof and a bit reserved, you did not seem like a typical bartender. Yet, as he slowly got to know you and you opened up a little, he found out you also had a sarcastically witty side as well as a remarkably kind side. Both of which you demonstrated when you put Hangman in his place after he was picking on Bob. And Rooster had a feeling there was even more to you that you kept hidden away. More that he had longed to discover.

The music faded as the song ended and just as he was about to clear his throat and say something, the next song started. He instantly recognized it as one of the newer songs that had been all over the radio the last month or so, one of the ones that would play so constantly it was almost impossible not to learn the words just by osmosis. He was completely fed up with hearing it. However, he remembered you mentioning that you loved it.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when he saw you turn up the volume on the machine, the song quickly filling the silent space. But what was a surprise was what you did as the lyrics started playing.

Hold my hand, everything will be okay I heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long

You reached out and took the broom. But instead of sweeping up, you held the end of the handle near your face like a microphone and you began to sing as you swayed slightly to the music. Rooster froze, unsure what to do. He didn’t want to announce his presence now and embarrass you, but he didn’t want you to catch sight of him either. So, slowly, he backed farther into the darkened edge of the room and continued to watch you.

To tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end

As the song began to build in intensity, so did your movements and enthusiasm. You began to drift around the room, dragging the broom with you. Your voice wasn’t perfect by any means, but you sang with such excitement and heart that it was utterly beautiful to listen to. And the way you moved around the space, so carefree and alive…. It was thrilling to watch. Rooster was unable to take his eyes off of you.

So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tear I won't leave 'til I understand Promise me, just hold my hand

As the song reached the chorus, you threw your head back, your hair billowing behind you free of its normal confines. For the first time, Rooster was able to catch a glimpse of your face. A brilliant smile was spread across your lips, lighting up your entire face. He just wished you had your eyes open because he longed to see the joyful sparkle he knew he would see there. As you got to the last line of the verse, you threw out your hand as if waiting for someone to take it and Rooster had to stop himself from reaching out for you.

Raise your head, look into my wishful eyes That fear that's inside you will lift, give it time I can see everything you're blind to now Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how

The music slowed down slightly, and you returned to gently swaying to the music as you swung the broom around. Your bare feet drug across the floor in time with the beat as your voice softened slightly. Rooster watched as you paused to pick up a balled-up napkin from under one of the tables and throw it away before resuming your dancing. He chuckled softly to himself, amused at how quickly you shifted from this carefree side back to your work mode then back again. It reminded him that behind this new persona he was seeing, the you he had come to know was still there too.

To tell me you need me, I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end

As you neared the bar, you put down the broom. And as the music began to grow in intensity once more, you leaned backward across the bartop, your head and shoulders laid out on top of it. Rooster gazed at the perfect curve of your neck, long and smooth in the dim lighting, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss you there. His lips brushing against your throat as his mustache tickled your skin. And once again he had to fight the urge to reveal his presence to you.

Straightening up suddenly, you spun to face the bar and quickly pulled yourself up, so you were standing on it.

So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tearI won't leave 'til I understand Promise you'll just hold my hand

From on top of the bar, you belted out the lyrics like the words were coming from your very soul. The way you moved, the way you sang, it all reminded him of how he felt when he was in his plane. Rooster could feel all the emotions, the passion, the uninhibited side you always kept tucked away finally breaking free. This was a part of you he doubted many other people had ever gotten the pleasure of seeing and it was breathtaking.

Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand

As you continued your concert from on high, thrusting your hand out into the abyss with each line of the song, it finally became too much for Rooster. Cautiously, he stepped out of the shadows and began slowly walking towards the bar. Your eyes were once again closed so you didn’t notice him approaching. Rooster wondered if he should clear his throat or alert you in some way before reaching the bar, but he didn’t want you to stop.

Finally, he was standing directly in front of you just as you thrust out your hand mere inches from his face. Without thinking about it, he grabbed it.

Your eyes immediately snapped open as the joy on your face evaporated. You yanked your hand away from his as you exclaimed, “Rooster!”

I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect But don't you give up on yourself I've heard a story, a girl, she once told me That I would be happy again

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn- I didn’t realize anyone was here. How long where you- oh my god.” You looked around frantically for an easy way to climb off the bar, but without jumping, there wasn’t one.

Rooster silently offered out his hands. You stared at them for a long moment before reluctantly nodding. Carefully, he placed his hands on your hips while yours settled on top of his shoulders. Then, he lifted you down from on top of the bar and placed you gently on the floor, but he didn’t remove his grip on your waist.

“I’m so sorry. I thought I had closed up for the night and I didn’t think anyone else was here. I-I shouldn’t have-” Your face was flushed both from the dancing and embarrassment as you cut yourself off.

You tried to duck your head, to hide in shame, but Rooster placed a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes up to meet his. “It’s okay. I thought it was beautiful. I think you are beautiful.”

You bit your lip as you gazed up at him. “Really?”

“Really. I always have.”

Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand

Rooster cupped your face in his hand and drew you in close until his lips pressed firmly against yours. To his delight, you deepened the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

When you finally pulled away, the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes, matching smiles on your faces. Then you rested your head on his chest and the two of you began to sway as the music softly faded.

I heard from the heavens

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winters8child · 3 days

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 6

I spent the next couple of days hidden in my room, staring at the birthday gifts Steve and Bucky gave me. Steves pin had a deep meaning behind it, the things he said about me and his life just touched something in my heart and I wore it everyday. We have been friends for 4 years now and maybe I was beeing blind but I thought thats all we were. We were children when we first met and maybe I did not notice the shift of his feelings now that we were basically adults. I did not know how to feel about this but I was afraid of the day where he might come forward about this feelings and I would have to break his heart. And there was Buckys gift, the white nameless plush cat. I would fall asleep with it every night, cuddling it and thinking of him. I felt ashamed now that I had an inkling about Steves feelings for me. He was hoping that one day I might feel something for him, while I was thinking the same thing about his best friend.

For days I was unsure of what to do. I could not act on my feelings without breaking Steves heart and I could not live with myself if I did. And who is to say that Bucky even felt the same way about me. I could not bear the thought of destroying our friendship over my stupid feelings, so I made a decision. I would just bottle up my emotions and wait for them to die down, I was certain that it was just my teenage hormones anyway. It would go away eventually or so i thought.

Emboldend by my decision I got ready to go to our usual spot in prospect park. I put on my second favourite dress because I told myself that I did not need look my best, for just meeting friends. It seems like a foolish thought in hindsight. I went downstairs just to run into my father. He looked me up and down "Going anywhere?", he asked. "I just want to read my book in prospect park", I lied for some reason. He was not convinced "Where is your book?" "Oops, let me get it quick.", I said turning around. He stopped me "Wait now that you are here, we are having company for dinner tonight, so dont be late." "Who is it?, I asked surprised because we never had company over. "Just a friend from work, with their son. He is your age, Im sure you will get along." I did not like that one bit, "Are you trying to set me up?", I did not want to hear the answer and he did not give me one. He mumbled "I gotta get back to work. See you tonight."

All the way to the park I kept thinking about our dinner company. I did not want to meet some random guy my father deemed suitable. He did not even know me so how could he assume to know who would be fitting for me. The boys were already there when I arrived. Steve was drawing the swans that were swimming on the lake and Bucky was entranced with the book he was reading. Both of them looked up when I approached them. My face must have betrayed my emotions because both of them asked me what was going on simultaneously. I told them about the news my father had broke to me. After my explanation their faces matched mine.

Steve broke the silence "Maybe he is nice, you dont know until you meet him." He did not look convinced though. Seeing their faces and the obvious dissappointment reminded me of the choice I had made, not to risk our friendship. "You are right Steve, maybe he is. I should not judge", I lied. There would be alot of lying in my future it seemed. They did not expect that answer. Bucky spoke first "Bold of your father to assume what you like in a guy, but whatever." He was getting but tried not to show it but I saw the signs. He started to bend the book in his hand and kept tapping his foot. "I dont like this, doll. You are not some cattle to be sold. You can make your own choices." I could hear the desperation in his voice and it made me feel a certain way. I put my hand on his hand so he would stop bending the book because he loved his books and he would regret breaking it like that. I tried to calm him down "It is just dinner, Im not getting married Buck.". Something shifted in his demeanour as he looked at my hand on his. He was looking for the right thing to say and settled on "Yeah I am just beeing weird, Im sorry. I just want you to be happy, is all. Listen I gotta go, there is a thing I have to do, so. See you tomorrow"

He patted Steve on the shoulder got up and left. I was afraid that now that Steve and I were alone, he would take the chance and open up about his feelings. I was not sure how I would react to that. Maybe I should have paid attention to the dark clouds that were accumulating over us. All of a sudden it started thundering and lightning filled the sky. We started to get up just as it began pouring rain in buckets. Everyone in the park hurried home but it was so sudden and heavy that you got drenched either way. Steve gathered up his drawing utensils but the drawing he did was destroyed by the rain already. He looked at me, took my hand and said "Lets get you home." We ran as fast as we could and right before my appartment I almost slipped in the rain and would have fell on my butt, if Steve were not holding my hand. It must have looked so ridiculous that I just started laughing and he could not help himself and chimed in. Seeing him laugh just made me happy, I wished we could stay like this forver. Friends that love each other deeply. But then he said something that told me that that was not an option. He looked me in the eyes and pleaded "Dont marry him", kissed my cheek and walked away.

#marvel #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers #the avengers #fanfiction

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Can you do a Dom/Frank woods x Sub/male reader, where both of them are having their first time and woods being to rough with his lover.( Or you can do whatever place they can have fuck at thats my opinion) also love your amazing work and its talented. Woods needs all the love.

Come out and play

FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS

A/N : Had me kicking my feet tysm for the compliment 🫶🫶 and yes I 100% agree Frank deserves a whole lot of love and I geniunely think he's so silly 🫶🫶

CW : Slightly OOC Frank, First Time Sex, Mentions of Hallucinations and Night terrors.

You and Frank had been together for.. a while, now.

He had been a stable of your mental health when you were struggling, the night terrors, the hallucinations, odd memories of things you thought never happened.

You struggled with it far too often, and when you did, Frank was there to help you through it, albeit not in the most professional way.

Though you both cared for eachother you both never..

Had sex.

You assumed you never had time for it, considering your line of work, it was kind of understandable, but the longer you and Frank dated the more the want festered in you.

"Bell, You have that report ready?"

Adler asked, looming over you, He always radiated such a powerful energy, almost wary of you, but it always seemed to soften around you, it felt like.. Pity.

Though you never minded it much.

"Bell?"

"Oh- Sorry- I'm.. not having a good thought process right now, can't get focused."

You admitted, holding your face in your hands, huffing out a breath of frustration.

"That's okay, Bell, Just have it in my office before Friday, alright?"

"Got it.. sorry."

Adler hummed, patting your shoulder before walking off, seemingly to chat with Park, who sat at her desk, feet propped up against it.

Startled out of your thoughts, You whipped around, Your shock melting away as frank stood behind you, hands planted on your shoulders.

"You good?"

He asked gruffly, Thick brows upturned with concern, icey blue eyes piercing into yours, he could see your frustration, even though your face was hidden through the Balaclava you wore.

"Yeah- Yeah.. I'm okay, Just lost in thought, Thanks Frankie."

You said, your eyes creased as you smiled, watching his ears tint a shade of red that you would only see on him.

"Do you want to head to the hotel for the night? You've been here for a while."

"Yeah, We can go, I have something to talk to you about anyways."

You sighed, Grabbing your bag from beside your chair, stuffing your unfinished report into it, amongst other things that sat at your desk.

"Okay."

Frank said, sounding lightly concerned, though it could only be something you would pick up in his gravely voice.

Time passed, you and Frank had slipped out shortly after saying bye to Adler, Not that it was necessarily required, but Adler himself told you he felt it was necessary to know you were gone, You never understood why.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, Accompanied by the rain pattering on Frank's windshield.

Lights on the street lined your path, until the small hotel crammed between a convenience store and a Bar made it's way into your view.

"Bell? —Bell?"

"Oh- Huh?"

You hummed, shaking yourself from your thoughts once more.

"We're here."

He said, Prompting you to hop out of the vehicle, shutting the door and letting Frank lock it behind you, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Thanks for the ride, Frankie."

You hummed, bumping your hip into his teasingly.

You made your way inside, Being quiet as you navigated the halls, Making sure not to wake any sleeping residents of the hotel, Due to your line of work, It was easy,

Using the keycard to unlock your hotel room, Frank held the door open, letting you enter before slipping in himself, locking the door behind him.

"So, you had something to say?"

"I want to have sex with you, Frank."

Silence carried your words, though you kept your stare, the air in the room felt thick as his adams apple bobbed, a sigh slipping from his lips.

"I can understand if you wouldn't want to, but.. I love you, and i want to do more than just.. kiss you, It sounds silly.."

"—Bell, Listen, I want to too I just.."

He trailed off, Clearing his throat.

"I've never had sex with a man, before."

"Oh.."

It was quiet again, Frank looked away sheepishly, Running a large hand over his neck.

"Well, I haven't either, So it could be a first for the both of us."

You said, Stepping closer to his anxious frame.

"I mean, Yeah.. but I don't want to hurt you, Bell, I don't want to get carried away and make you hate it."

"—Then.. let me take lead."

You stood in front of him, taking his hands in yours and placing them firmly on your hips, running your hands up to curl around his neck, playing with his hairline.

"I can take my own pace, and you wouldn't have to worry.."

You hummed, your gaze never leaving his.

"A-Alright.."

He said, Defeated by your persuasion, pressing his forehead into yours.

"Can I kiss you?"

"-You know you don't have to ask."

"I know."

You hummed, Pulling your balaclava off your head and dropping it to the ground, Your lips connecting with his, Your tongue slipping into his mouth to search for his.

Small groans tangled in with your gasps of air, rolling your hips in hope of any friction, much to your delight, Franks leg slipped between yours, Providing relief.

"Fuck.. Frankie.."

You whined, Running a hand through his dark black hair, tugging lightly in your wake, The mess of each others limbs stumbling backward onto the bed.

You pulled Frank's jacket off quickly, both of you kicking off your shoes into the floor, never taking your hands off one another.

Swiftly, you flipped each others positions, hands caging on either side of Frank's shoulders, Heavy breaths escaping your kiss bruised lips.

You struggled to pull off your coat, fumbling with it in a hurry, you shucked it off, kicking the cargo pants you wore with them.

Frank bit his lip as he watched you strip your boxers off and toss them away from you, crawling between his legs.

"You don't fucking understand how much I've wanted to do this.."

You sighed, Unbuckling his belt before tugging his pants down, tossing them into the floor with the rest of the inevitable pile.

His erection pressed through his briefs, twitching in anticipation, Frank sighing your name under shaky breaths.

"Patience, Frank, You of all people should know that."

You hummed, kissing the inside of his thigh teasingly, watching him shudder, slipping your fingers beneath his briefs and pulling them off, his cock springing out, tip grazing over his stomach.

"Fuck.. you're big."

You said, running the pad of your index finger over his length, tracing the veins before pressing your lips to his tip, hearing him groan at the sensation.

Warily, you wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue ran across the bottom, slowly taking him in until his tip reached the back of your throat.

You could hear him struggle to keep his moans in, You could feel and see his muscles tense and constrict as you began to bob your head, working what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand.

"Fuck... You're doing amazing- ah—shit.."

He cursed under his breath, running a calloused hands through your hair as he struggled to keep his composure, Pressing the crown of his head into the pillows.

Pulling your mouth off, you slipped your fingers from your free hand into your mouth, jerking frank off as you wet them, pulling them out after you were satisfied, your mouth returning to suck Frank.

You slid your hand behind your back, slipping your fingers to prod into your hole, slipping in with ease thanks to your saliva, and.. other things you would never admit.

You let out groans that vibrated in your throat as you curled your fingers into yourself, forcing yourself to breath through your nose to keep you from choking as frank rutted into you.

Satisfied with your work, you pulled off, Frank's helpless groan made you smirk, You slid your slick fingers out of yourself.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

You asked, holding Frank's hands in yours once more, bringing your hips over Franks as you looked at him, his stare showing just how much he cared.

Cared about you.

"Absolutely."

He hummed, placing a hand on your hip, thumb stroking at your scarred skin, Slowly, you guided yourself onto his cock, your breath hitching as he reached places you didn't know existed.

"Ooh.. fuck.."

You grunted, rolling your hips against Frank's, your mouth hung open as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God- shit.."

Frank groaned, his grip on your hip tightening, with hesitance, you slowly began to rock your hips at a pace, rolling them as you slid down, making you feel fuller than the last time.

You both struggled to keep your voices down, Frank's free hand sliding up your chest, pulling your shirt over your pecs to cup and play with them, though struggling to keep the shirt up, you took the hint and bit the hem of your shirt, keeping it up as he fucked into you.

"God- Baby you feel so fucking good— ah.."

He groaned, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises in his wake, His cock twitching inside of you, you could tell he was close, because you were too.

"Fuck- Frank.. I'm gonna cum- please~ "

You whined, chest heaving as you teetered closer to your release, letting airy moans whisp past your teeth as you bit into your shirt, your body halting as you came to your end, Shockwaves running to each of your limbs and your body heat finally hit you.

It didn't take long for Frank to meet his release aswell, pulling out of you and cumming over his stomach, the both of you panting as you came off your highs.

"Holy shit... That felt amazing.."

Frank sighed, rubbing circles into your bruised hips, a grin still on his lips as you leaned in to kiss him once more.

"We gotta do that again sometime."

"Hell yeah."

A/N : this is slightly OOC but I really couldn't find any other way to write it, I hope this was acceptable and I hope y'all enjoyed!!

#frank woods x male reader #smut #male reader #male reader smut #cod #call of duty cold war #cod cold war #cold war

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Secret Magazines & Hitting The Road

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Summary: Hidden magazines, and fun future plans, this year with your favourite human was starting to look more and more exciting

A/N: this can be read as part of angel au or not, so no one come for me with how I tag my stories lol anyway just a lil something I whipped up, AGAIN it can be tied to the AU or NOT, but there is use of y/n in here, okay? okay. 😭

Word Count: 725

You couldn’t help the giddy smile that was on your face as you arrived back to your shared home after a long day at work, Harry was already home judging by his car that sat parked outside, so right away you knew it’d be harder to sneak the magazine you bought upstairs to the safety of your office. Hiding it underneath your purse, you were quick to discard your jacket and boots, putting them away into the closet, hanging your purse up and placing the magazine behind your back

“Harry?”

You called out almost as a precaution to try and figure out where he was, and to know if you’d be able to sneak past him, your plan quickly fizzling out when he walked around the corner, his face lighting up at the sight of you

“Hi my angel, have a good day?”

You nodded shuffling forward to press a kiss to his lips, a slight smirk on his face when you pulled away

“So, you gonna tell me what you’re hiding there?”

“M’not hiding anything baby, don’t know what you’re talking about”

He hummed before attempting to walk around you to see, but you just kept spinning to he wouldn’t be able to see the magazine you’d bought

“Aw come on love, don’t be shy…”

“Nope. Never.”

You walked backwards away from his prying eyes and now hands as he kept following you, eventually trapping you against the wall in the hallway, walking backwards was never your strong suit apparently, considering you’d missed the steps to go upstairs by a long shot

“What’s your plan baby?”

He thought for a second before his hands slid under your sweater, a shiver climbing up your spine at the contrast between your warm skin and his very cold hands, the few simple rings he wore didn’t help either

“It’s supposed to be secret, just for me…”

“Just for you huh?”

Harry pressed a few kisses to your lips, working to distract you further as he grabbed a hold of the magazine and pulled it from your hands, a quiet laugh escaping when he noticed what you’d bought

“Angel, all that trouble just to hide me?”

You flushed

“Well, I didn’t want you to see…just looked so handsome on the cover I had too”

You pouted feigning innocence as a cocky smirk pulled at Harry’s lips

“You really are obsessed with me aren’t you baby?”

“Oh yeah you wish pretty boy”

You snatched the magazine back holding it close to your chest

“What else am I supposed to look at when you leave for the next while”

“Hmmm”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously

“Spit it out Harold”

Harry laughed, he almost felt like teasing you more but knew better knowing you hated suspense

“I was thinking, you come to California with me, then the BRIT’s and come finish out tour with me…”

You stared at him in shock, it had been a while since you’d gone anywhere with him, truth be told you could use a break from work

“What about my shop...?”

“Already covered if you want to go, Poppy said she’d come down and run it and watch the house and Penelope for us”

Harry was always four steps ahead of you, and after the long day you had and now this exciting news you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes, especially thinking you wouldn’t see him for a while

“Really…?”

He took your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your lips

“Really Y/N, I want you to come and travel around with me, like old times”

“I’d love too”

If you’d said it any quieter he wouldn’t have heard you, but judging by his excitement he caught your answer, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a firm kiss to your lips, when you pulled away you smiled

“Just so you know, I’m still bringing my magazine.”

Harry laughed shaking his head as you still clutched the magazine to your chest, his heart filling with warmth at the realization that you’d be going back on the road with him. It had been a while since you two had gotten to do anything together, and you both were more than excited to take off and get on the road…even if you had to hide a couple magazines from him.

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Hold My Hand

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1729

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Spying, Some Slight Descriptions of Reader's Hair

Note: Thank you to the anon who requested this! 💖 This is a song fic (sort of) for Lady Gaga's "Hold My Hand"

Top Gun Masterlist

So, it wasn’t a surprise when he saw you turn up the volume on the machine, the song quickly filling the silent space. But what was a surprise was what you did as the lyrics started playing.

Hold my hand, everything will be okay I heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long

To tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end

So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tear I won't leave 'til I understand Promise me, just hold my hand

Raise your head, look into my wishful eyes That fear that's inside you will lift, give it time I can see everything you're blind to now Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how

To tell me you need me, I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end

Straightening up suddenly, you spun to face the bar and quickly pulled yourself up, so you were standing on it.

So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tear I won't leave 'til I understand Promise you'll just hold my hand

Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand

Finally, he was standing directly in front of you just as you thrust out your hand mere inches from his face. Without thinking about it, he grabbed it.

Your eyes immediately snapped open as the joy on your face evaporated. You yanked your hand away from his as you exclaimed, “Rooster!”

I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect But don't you give up on yourself I've heard a story, a girl, she once told me That I would be happy again

You bit your lip as you gazed up at him. “Really?”

“Really. I always have.”

Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand

Rooster cupped your face in his hand and drew you in close until his lips pressed firmly against yours. To his delight, you deepened the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

I heard from the heavens

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Short: Relax

A quickly assembled fic made out of a craving for an foot massage. I always felt like sleeping there. A little delayed for posting since university-related stuff got in the way. Going to need some self-love at the beach after this one!

2,088 words of Nancy

Enjoy

“Relax, it’s all on me, those bastards that don’t take our advice can get lost.”

I remembered what my boss told me before he went the other way down the hall. Having turned down the opportunity to pay, and probably also for a promotion, as he handed a little too much cash to the front desk. Sighing under the warm towel on my forehead while I scrolled on my phone, lying only in my boxers. I wasn’t supposed to be worried, I was about to get a free massage, after all, so I sighed again. It was a quiet room, with a quartet of candles lit on a shelf, dimmed lamps directed into the ceiling, and some basic royalty-free sounds of nature playing. It just seemed right to unfold part of the towel to cover my eye.

I was already halfway asleep when Nancy came back. Hearing the door open and close silently as she shuffled toward the edge of the massage table. Rubbing her hands with oil, I felt her fingers on my toes, and probably thinking I already was dozing off, pressed her palm down. Hard enough to make my head spring up and take the towel off.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said, “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was going to,” I shrugged. I laid my head back down as she asked me how I wanted the next hour-and-a-half to feel. As goes with most things in my life so far, I blurted out my preference; mild.

“Alright, I’ll keep it mild. Just lie down,” and as she started to press, softer this time around, and sensing the tense muscles on my foot as she pressed down again, she said.

“And just relax.”

That seemed to do the trick. Now, Nancy had a soft tone. From how her hands worked and slid up my leg, and from earlier smalltalk before she had started. This wasn’t our first rodeo however, though the last time I saw her, she had longer hair. A twist however is that I was asleep for at least three-fourths of that first meeting. The second to fourth was just a repeat. Since then, I’ve met at least two of her colleagues, yet none of them had that touch that she had lulled me to sleep.

I’ve always noticed one thing; she stood slightly wider next to her colleagues. Her thick frame was barely hidden by the baggy faded purple uniform they all wore. It only took a few angles and glances from my phone to notice. I always thought I came first, so I always stole the luxury to end up dozing off—only to hear a faint moaning from the next massage room.

That guy, or on a few occasions, my guys, got their happy endings. And their money’s worth. So I wondered when I was next.

The next hour passed by, dozing in and out, only snapping awake to flip myself over. However, a sensation crept up my thigh that started to stir me. Trying to fight with myself as I tried to think my incoming erection away. Trying to force it to stay down from forming a tent in the towel. Yet Nancy’s fingers just kept coming back, further knocking at my second brain as my blood flowed down to my loins.

Before I knew it, I was on the losing end. It was Nancy anyway.

“You seem ready,” she remarked as she took her fingers off, “Do you mind if I do.”

I just waved my hand. I was her client, after all. A good time was overdue.

Grabbing at my bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze, before she took the hem of my boxers and slid them off. Taking my cock in her fingers, and like a cat to a laser, she had her eye on it. Turning to look at me as her lips opened, the brush of her breath quickly overridden by her lips. Sucking hard at my semi-erect cock, gripping at my shaft as her tongue glided down. Having done her work for her as I only got harder. Kissing at the tip as she slowed down, but all the same being loud and sloppy.

Having a free hand, I swung it up and rubbed on her thigh, awaiting some sort of signal. Nancy just smirked. Then lifted her lips for a second and swirled her tongue around my cock.

“Go on.”

So I slid it up to her ass. Proving myself right as I squeezed the soft flesh, making her shift a little as I felt her up. What I got in response to that was a deeper dive, sucking harder as she pulled back up. Setting that tune for herself as I laid my head back and hummed to Nancy’s lips on my cock.

It wasn’t long before, what had been an erection I’ve been fighting to keep, became one that I fought not to pop in her mouth. Feeling myself rock a bit as she became unstoppable. I needed more. I thought of reaching my hand deeper on her ass. I pretty much grabbed her and hung on as my fingers dug in. And that seemed to do the trick. Nancy released me with a loud pop, replacing it with a slow, almost unfelt, stroking.

“You want a little extra today, huh?”

“Just getting my money’s worth.”

“I usually don’t do this, not with our usual clientele,” she began, looking at me and my cock, “But you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

“It’s been some time.”

“Also, this one’s going to fit snugly in me, so,” Nancy said as she took position on the side of the table, “You got a condom?”

I just pointed to my pants, standing up and walking over naked to get it from my wallet. Hearing Nancy pull her pants down to the floor as she waited.

“You know, I haven’t used this in a while,” I said as I tore the packet open and unrolled it over my shaft. Then turning around to be greeted with the sight of her bent over.

Nancy just glanced at me, hiding a smile as I came up behind her. Rubbing my cock excitedly between her lips, thick much like herself, and teasing her with my tip, she looked back at me with eyes that told me to get over myself already. I knew we were running on a fast clock. I was just waiting for that look. So I pushed my tip in, only to freeze as I shook in the sudden tightness and warmth, placing and pressing my fingers into her hips. Barely able to start moving until I couldn’t, shuddering all the way through the second thrust.

I swear I was melting as my crotch met Nancy’s as I continued. Finding it hard to even pull back. But seemingly having watched me this whole time, I read her lips that only mouthed one thing; Faster.

Snapping my head back in place, I bucked my hips forward. The tugging grip she had on me instantly made me click into gear. Both of us groaned and devolved into mere animals as I went for deep, long thrusts to loosen her up. Pushing and pulling her against the massage table and a hair’s breadth away from carelessly pistoning. Unable to hear anything else in the room as I threw my head back, watching her just looking at me with a wicked, inviting impression.

Nancy knew what she wanted, airing her compliments out as I struck some chord in her. Telling me how much she’d wanted it since mere minutes ago, moaning loudly as she barely held herself up. Shifting to the way my cock rammed itself into her. Removing the facade of a meek customer and masseuse, to just two reckless adults. Her ass, fat and soft as I had felt it earlier, was bouncing along nicely. The thrill of misbehavior coursing through me as I did little to impend my orgasm.

“Grab my tits,” she said as I stopped.

Holding and pulling her up with one arm, I dialed down to shorter thrusts, with her hips greeting mine as I was stuck to her. Sliding my hand into her shirt, I forcibly pushed her bra up and grabbed at her tits. Having a bust larger than most, and feeling, squeezing it at the palm of my hand, almost sent me into overdrive. Nancy sucked me into her depths and egged me on.

What I had thought was just another fifteen minutes jerking off in a shower was now being spent inside my massage therapist, with far less control over myself. Clenching down on me with her folds, or was she always this tight? Making me think she was doing this not for a little extra, but rather a favor for us.

Rolling my hips impulsively, there was little I could do but watch her squirming as she let me have her. Remembering that I was just getting the most of my money as she evaded my lips when I tried to kiss her neck. Apologizing for crossing the line, with her instead pressing her ass back to me.

“Just keep fucking me.”

“I’m getting really tired though,” I protested, not adding another detail; the massage oil was starting to make me feel sticky.

“Fine,” Nancy sighed as she slipped off me, “Lie down.”

Doing as she instructed, I lied back down on the massage table where it all began. Grabbing a chair and carefully squatting atop of me, putting her feet on what little space was left on the padding. And with as much as a little tap on my cock, I felt my cock sliding between her lips and pushed herself down on me. All while not having taken her gaze off me, except to let out a long moan as she slowly threw her head back.

Placing her fingers on me, Nancy began to bounce, her thighs providing the perfect cushion as she did. And for having taken me completely raw and without foreplay herself, already so wet.

“Fuck,” she said shakily, “Other clients usually don’t let me do this.”

“Why so?” I barely managed to huff out.

“They’re too wide,” Nancy replied, “And would’ve cum earlier than you.”

I was unable to reply, completely taken over by the pricking feeling of an incoming orgasm. Shuddering and clenching my fists as she bounced on top of me. I was acting much like a freshman, being held under her grip. Acting as a conductor of my cock as she skillfully gyrated and rode it.

“Just hold on, I’ll make you cum in me.”

If this equated to a five-star review, I’d rate it higher. If only I could cackle now, raising my hands up as if redempted from a droning boredom, I would. Only to be substituted for a twitching cock that was being wildly ridden and leaving me a rumbling mess. Almost feeling like I needed to pay a little more for another go. Nancy was loudly moaning, slipping up bit-by-bit as she grinded, gyrated, and rode me all at once. Trying to get me to fill her up.

And with a faint whisper from her. I weakly thrusted upward and knew my hand was up.

Pressing her crotch down and gyrating did the trick. Shallowly rising back up, only to come down as my cock started to fill Nancy up. Grinding as I came deep inside, feeling every backed-up spurt barreling into her, my cock a prison, and her pussy an anticipating sleeve, save for the thin sheet of plastic that prevented it. Forgetting where I was or whose pussy I was releasing myself into. A combined feeling of relaxation and excitement leaving with every twitch that eventually rendered me a blob of flesh.

I just laid in that state, only snapping back when she asked me.

“So, I’ll see you next time then?”

I sat up, speechless, sitting completely naked on a massage table as my massuse waited for my reply. Nancy looked unaffected by the fucking I’d given her. I was the less fortunate case. Looking down at my cock and then only remembering the condom that I put on it. Snapping it off of me, tying it as I took a deep breath. Remembering I was the paying customer, I said.

“Next time, just say it straight.”

“Next time,” Nancy started, “I’ll try to massage you faster.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“So we can have more time, maybe even do it raw?”

#kpop #kpop smut #momoland #nancy

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Soft, Warm and Snug | Donny Donowitz x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: This is kind of stupid, but can you write something where the reader knits a blanket for Donny Donowitz and he likes it? I need fluff in my life right now lol. Also, I’ve always been made fun of for knitting and I just want someone to appreciate it 😭 -💜

summary: you've always liked knitting, but it's only when the war ends that you're able to actually sit down and knit something for your boyfriend that isn't all patchwork and mismatched colours.

tws: swearing

Finding wool was a pain in the ass if you were honest, now that the war was won and everyone had gone home, you were left looking for scraps of wool with what you could use to get any; little scraps of money, leftover ration stamps, pieces of fabric or material that you no longer needed. But you did manage to get enough, roughly sizing up how big your boyfriend was before you set to work; he didn't question it a lot, Donny knew you liked to knit and back when you were serving as Basterds, he would sometimes pick a little up here and there. Aldo still wore the scarf you made for him. Wicki still wore the gloves you had knitted. Hugo still had the hat that had taken you much longer than it would have before the war. Of course, all of them were mismatched and patchwork, Donny could never find the same colours reliably; but you were grateful for that, as while Hugo would sharpen knives and Donny would chop wood, you always sat near the fire and knitted with broken needles. It kept morale up, and it kept you busy; it kept your mind away from the horrors you would eventually see and had already seen.

Even now, if you had a sleepless night, tortured by the things you had seen and had witnessed others do, you would sit down and you would knit to keep your mind off of it; you got bored with making socks and hats, though, and you decided that you would knit Donny a blanket. Sure, it was still summer and the days were hot and humid and the nights were much the same, it was too hot to use blankets, but you wanted to do something nice for him; it took you ages to gather up enough wool of the same colour, and it took you a good while to knit it, but when you had it finished, you could not have been prouder. It was green, the type of green that reminded you of the stems of daffodils, of the bushes and trees that surrounded the houses near the water and the bridge, of the grass amongst the mountains and the fields where the adders basked in afternoons. You hoped he would like it.

For days, you kept the blanket folded up in the spare bedroom, hidden away amongst yours and Donny's uniforms and the medals and the diaries and just about everything else you had brought back; you kept it beneath his uniform, waiting for the end of the week. When it rolled around, though, you were more than nervous; sitting on the sofa with it on your lap, bouncing your leg and smoking too many cigarettes until he came home, running a hand through his hair and smiling tiredly at you. The only work he could get was at his father's barbershop, and the days were long, but he always managed to smile when he came home to see you.

"Hey, baby," you smiled, waiting for him to sit down before you shifted in your seat and cleared your throat, putting the blanket in his lap. "I, uh... I know it's summer and it's a bit hot for it, but uhm, I made you a blanket."

Unfolding it, Donny laughed as he looked over it, running his hands down the soft and warm wool before turning to you with a grin. "It's fuckin' amazin'!"

You raised your brows, hopeful and optimistic. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He chuckled, dropping it in his lap and cradling your face in his hands so that he could kiss you, all excitement and eagerness so obvious that it couldn't be missed.

He loved it. He loved that it reminded him of winter baseball fields, and that it felt like the blanket his father used to put around his shoulders when it was cold, he loved that it was warm as the kitchen on days when his mother cooked, he loved that it was big enough to snuggle into, he loved it. The colour was his favourite thing about it, though; calling his mind back to messing around with his friends in the middle of the night, sneaking out to sit in the park where the green metal bench was, where he had carved his and his friends' initials into it when they were teenagers. He loved it, and he was going to make it known, determined to make it known.

"It's so fuckin' perfect," Donny breathed out, admiring it yet again when he looked down at it on his lap, running his fingers across it time and time again, grinning like he had been given the best news of his life, so gentle when he touched it as if it meant everything in the world to him. "So fuckin' perfect..."

"I'm glad," you laughed softly, daring to rest your hand on his shoulder. "You like the colour, though, right? It took me ages to find and-"

"The colour is fuckin' brilliant," he admitted, daring to steal another kiss. "Really, (y/n), it's amazing."

"I can make you another, if I can get my hands on some more wool," you shrugged.

"Would you, uh..." he scratched the back of his neck as he blushed a little. "Would you be able to make me some socks?"

You nodded, all too eager. "Yeah! Of course!"

You were sick and tired of knitting socks, if you were honest, but the look in those big brown eyes made you fall for it, grinning and stealing another kiss.

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Summer in the City - Part Twelve

Part Twelve

Masterlist

Pairing: Mainly Sam x Female Reader, but uh…things happen.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!, mentions of pregnancy and symptoms, mentions of death

A/N: Shits starting to get real, so buckle up. We only have a few more parts to go, and I'm going to be sad when this story is over, it's been so much fun to write! But I have a few other projects in the works, and I'm excited to share those with you when the time comes!

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The mornings and nights were the worst. The basement was freezing cold, and you shivered under the quilts until Josh crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms. It’d been almost a week of you living in the basement now. Danny and Molly brought your meals. Sometimes Jake would, and he’d linger, making sure you ate at least a few bites before kissing your forehead and taking his leave, silently. Josh was gone in the mornings before you woke. You were alone for most the time, trying to focus on your sewing. You often caught yourself at the loneliest of moments, rubbing your thumb over Sam’s hidden shirt. You’d sewn a small, yellow heart to the fabric, and secretly hoped he could feel your love from where you were being kept.

“Petal, you look so forlorn.” Josh tsked at you. You glanced up from the pants you were trying to mend. Josh was sitting across the room in his chair, reading a book you couldn’t make out the title of. He’d lit some jasmine incense a while ago, and as the stick burned down, it filled the small room with a heady, floral fragrance that made your eyes heavy.

“I’m okay, Josh.” you assured him, placing a small smile on your lips. “My eyes are just getting tired.” Josh nodded, shutting his book and placing it on the small end table, along with his glasses. He came over and gently tugged your work from your hands, setting them on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed next to you, his body twisted to face you.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you, mama?” he murmured, his hand rubbing up and down your calf. “You’re working so hard, you need to be touched.” his hand inched up further, rubbing over your knee and the tops of your thighs. His tongue slowly licked over his bottom lip and you felt your resolve falter. Josh wanted to please you, which meant you were still in his favor. He brought his hands up to cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. You leaned into it, accepting his affection as his tongue lapped at your bottom lip. As the kisses became more heated and passionate, your felt a hollow pang in your chest. Josh sensed your feelings, pulling back and nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your cheek. “What’s wrong?” his voice was raspy as he caught his breath. You thought about lying, saying you didn’t feel well again, but Josh’s whisper to tell him what was concerning you.

“Josh, I miss Sam.” you sniffled. “I’m sorry, I just…” you felt tears welling in your eyes as Josh pulled away to look at you. When you met his eyes, you could see a cold disappointment behind the sympathetic mask he wore. “He is my kindred spirit, like you said. I find comfort in him. Not that you don’t provide me with it. It’s just different.” you watched as Josh thought over your words, calculating his next move.

“Sam is busy.” he looked up at you. “He’s in the city, running errands for us. Won’t be back for a day or two.” you nodded. “Petal, Sam isn’t right for you. You need someone strong, a leader. You need me.”

“Josh-“

“Forget about Sam.” Josh demanded, his tone harsh. The tears that welled in your eyes stung and you let them slip down your cheek. Josh seemed to soften a bit, reaching out and wiping a tear away. “I can fulfill your every want, your every need. Do you understand that? You are mine. My goddess.” you nodded. “Speak, Petal.”

“Yes, Josh.” your voice trembled. The look in his eyes was fierce, and you felt yourself withdraw further towards the wall. “I’d like to go to sleep now, please? I think I’m getting a headache.” Josh studied you for a moment, almost like the first time he’d laid eyes on you, making you feel small and insecure.

“Okay.” he murmured. He stood up, moving to his side of the bed, and watching you as you slid under the quilt. He mirrored your actions, scooting over to cradle his body around yours. You laid on your side, and felt his fingers gliding through your hair, sometimes apply light pressure to your scalp as he massaged. He once again was humming Crimson and Clover, and you let your hand slip beneath your pillow, finding the small threaded heart on Sam’s shirt, pressing it into the pad of your thumb as hard as you could, hoping he could feel it.

“Not much longer now.” you heard Jake’s hushed voice. You opened your eyes, the basement nearly pitch black, save for the moonlight filtering through one of the thin windows. “Josh, we need to have a plan if this doesn’t work. She’s not showing any symptoms. Remember when mom was pregnant with Sam? She was sick all the time, always really hungry. Petal doesn’t do any of that.”

“Everyone is different, Jacob.” Josh replied, his whisper showing frustration. “But I suppose you’re right.”

“So what do you want to do with her?” there was a long pause, and you fought the urge to move as you listened for the next part of the conversation.

“If the time comes, and she isn’t with child,” Josh said slowly. “Then she becomes and offering.”

“You mean-“

“Yes.” Josh’s voice was firm. “If she’s not the goddess I saw, then she’ll be the sacrifice to bring her to us.” your blood ran cold. Sacrifice? Was Josh really going to kill you?

“Do we really have to?” Jake asked. “We can’t drop her off in the city? Let her find her way back to her home?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures.” Josh assured him. “If mediation and manifesting isn’t working, blood will. If she is not the goddess, she’s the sacrifice.” You bit your lip, holding back the flood of anxious, scared tears that were threatening to spill. You tried to keep your breathing even as icy panic swept through your veins. In less than a week, your neck could be on the chopping block, literally. Your face felt hot and your chest hurt from holding back the frightened sob your body so desperately wanted to release.

“It’d be a shame.” Jake sighed, and you heard the creaking of the wooden staircase as he moved on it. “I’ve really come to like her.”

“I agree.” Josh’s voice was farther away now, and you heard their feet moving up the staircase. “But we can’t risk everything we’ve worked for, for some girl.” their voices got quieter as they exited the basement, the shutting of the door followed by the clicking of the lock. Locked in. You were trapped. A bubbling of terror in your stomach had you leaning over the bed, retching what little contents it still had. You didn’t even hear the door unlock, or the steps down to the basement until hands were pulling back your hair.

“You’re okay,” Danny’s voice cooed at you. He held your hair back in a loose ponytail with one hand, the other rubbing your back. “You’re okay, Petal.” your panic dulled only slightly by the soothing voice of your friend. The tears spilled down your face as you righted yourself, and threw your body into his, wrapping your arms around his slender frame tightly. His large hands caressed your back as he tucked you into him, resting his chin on top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. Suddenly you pulled back, ripping yourself out of his embrace, glaring at him.

“Do you know?” you hissed at a shocked Danny. “Do you know what Josh has planned for me?” Danny stared to you as if you were a wild animal. You felt like one, suddenly feral with fright and nearly panting as you stared him down. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were foaming at the mouth. “Answer me, Daniel.”

“N-No.” he shook his head, hands held up in front of him innocently. “Petal, I don’t know anything other than I’m bringing you food and water. I promise.” your eyes scanned him, looking for any sign of deceit, as if you would recognize any. After a few long minutes, you crawled towards him, nose to nose before you spoke again.

“Danny, Josh is going to kill me.” you whispered. His thick eyebrows furrowed as your words settled in his ears. “He said so himself, if i’m not pregnant, he’s going to kill me.”

“Petal, are you sure that’s what you heard?” Danny asked you. You nodded, the tears still spilling from your eyes.

“Danny I swear on everything I hold dear.” you urged him. “Please, I need you to tell Sam. We have to leave. I don’t think I’m pregnant and I don’t want to die. Please Danny, please!”

“Okay, okay.” Danny nodded. “I’ll talk to Sam as soon as he gets back form the city. How long until you know for sure?”

“A week, maybe less.” you sighed. “It could come early, it could be late…but I don’t have much time to wait around for it. Josh and Jake have already sealed my fate, Danny.”

“Petal, you have to pretend.” Danny suddenly looked fiercely at you. “I know you’re scared, but you have to pretend like you’re getting symptoms. Eat all of your food, even ask for more sometimes. Every once in a while, say you’re craving something. Nothing big. Berries, carrots or something.” you nodded, listening to him intently. “Make yourself throw up in the mornings. A little after you eat breakfast. You need to keep up the appearance of pregnancy so Josh is content. Sam and I will find a way to get you out of here.”

“Oh Danny, thank you.” you threw your arms around him again, nearly tackling him. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. You’ve always been so kind to me.” Danny pulled back, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead as he cupped your face.

“You make my best friend happy, Petal.” he smiled down at you. “And you make Molly happy. And you’re my friend too. Repayment isn’t necessary.” he pulled you into a hug, cradling you gently before letting you go, standing up. “I should go back upstairs.”

“Wait!” you got up, going over to the dresser and opening a drawer, tearing a piece of contact paper from the bottom drawer. You took the pencil Josh used in his journal and wrote a small note to Sam, folding it up and handing it to Danny. A simple message of ‘I love you’. “Please give that to Sam for me?”

“Of course.” Danny gave you a smile, gentle smile. “Stay safe, Petal.” you nodded, watching him leave up the stairs. You took a few moments to compose yourself again, knowing Josh could be back at any moment. You ate the jam and bread picking at the fruits. When Josh did come back down to see you, he smiled, looking over your plate.

“I thought you liked blackberries.” he mused as he picked one up from the plate, popping it into his mouth.

“I do, they just don’t taste as good for some reason.” you shrugged, giving him a smile. “I ate a few, and it make my stomach turn.” Josh looked pleased at this, eating the rest of the berries from the plate. “You know what sounds really good though?”

“Enlighten me, darling.” Josh smiled as he laid out on the end of the bed, hands behind his head. You lifted yourself to your knees, crawling over to him. You rested a hand on his chest, scratching gently through his shirt.

“Honey.” he raised one of his eyebrows curiously, smirking as if you called him a pet name. “My mom used to make these delicious honey cakes. They were the perfect breakfast on a cold morning, warm, fresh out of the oven. Gooey and sweet with the tiniest bit of lemon.”

“Those do sound good.” Josh reached up, stroking your face gently. “What brought this on?”

“I don’t know.” you smiled down at him, trying your best to look wistful. “All of a sudden, it just hit me. I was feeling a little nauseous, and thought of my mom…and then those honey cakes and how delicious they were.” you put a hand on your stomach absentmindedly. Josh raised himself up onto his elbows pressing his lips to yours, smiling.

“I'll get you some honey by morning.” he whispered against your lips. “And lemon. Is there anything else you’d need for the cakes?” you thought about the inventory of the kitchen, knowing there was a pan for small cakes in there already. You shook your head and Josh fit his hand over your own that was still on your tummy. “Anything to make you happy.”

“Thank you, Josh.” there was a small part of you that was still thrilled that he was praising you. The bigger part made you feel sick, and you turned away from him.

“Are you all right?” he asked, looking concerned. You weakly smiled.

“Just nauseous again. I think I just need to lay down.” Josh nodded, shifting on the bed so you could lay flush next to him, head on his chest. As you closed your eyes, you listened to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, wondering how much longer yours was going to do the same.

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Molly had brought your dinner down that night, and you didn’t dare speak of the things you told Danny to her, just thanked her when she set the tray down. You watched as she went up the stairs, and sighed. You missed the dinners with everyone. Listening to the chatter, laughing at the jokes or stories being told of the days work everyone did. Sitting next to Sam as the sun set around you all.

You heard the door unlock, and feet thundering down the stairs. You tore up some of the food on the plate, making it look like you were picking at it, at least. You were getting ready to fake a smile for Josh, turning to greet him, but it wasn’t him.

“Sam!” you cried, running to him and flinging yourself at him. Sam wrapped his arms tightly around you, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you closely. For the second time that day, tears spilled from your eyes. “Oh Sam.”

“I know love, I know.” he whispered. He pulled back, bringing his hands up to smooth the hair back from your face. “I don’t have a lot of time, Danny has Josh distracted but I don’t know for how long.”

“Sam, did he tell you?”

“Yes.” Sam nodded, his face looking stern. “I’m going to get you out of here. We’re going to leave and never look back.” Your hands fisted in his shirt, holding onto him for dear life.

“Sam, I don’t have a lot of time. We have to go soon.” you shook your head. “And even if I am pregnant, I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want to be Josh’s brooding mare.”

“I’m not going to let that happen.” Sam promised you. “We’re going to get away, and we’re going to get our farm, okay?”

“Yeah?” your voice was meek as tears welled in your eyes.

“Yeah. With the cows and the dogs and cats.” he tried to give you a smile, but you knew his anger and fear was outweighing every other emotion.

“And blue shutters?”

“The bluest.” he pressed a kiss to your lips, and you let yourself melt into it, finally feeling at home for the first time in days as you sunk into this arms. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Sam.” you answered, kissing him again and again, as many times as you could.

“I should go before anyone notices I’m gone.” Sam murmured. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again, but Danny is going to help us. If you need to tell me something, tell him. I’ll do the same.” you nodded, dutifully. As Sam reluctantly pulled away, you felt yourself start to crumble. He noticed and took your chin in his hand, thumb swiping across the skin. “No baby, you’re strong. And I need you to stay strong for me while we figure this out.”

“I will, Sam. I promise.” you gave him a small smile, and with one last kiss, he was dashing up the stairs, shutting and locking the door behind him. The basement felt colder than it ever had, now that Sam’s warmth was gone. You fought the shiver that still ran through your veins creating goosebumps along your skin. You repeated to yourself that you were strong. You were brave, and that with Sam and Danny, you would make it through this.

The next two days, as soon as the coast was clear, Danny would deliver messages to and from yourself and Sam.

“Tomorrow night.” Danny said quietly, lifting up the plate on your tray to show you the small piece of paper hidden beneath. “During the bonfire. Pretend you’re unwell, sick, throwing up. I will volunteer to stay with you, and let Josh lead the festivities as normal. While he’s distracted, I’m to lead you out of here, and to the lake. From there, you and Sam will take the way around to the road, and be out of here. If everything goes right, Josh shouldn’t realize you’re gone until it’s too late.”

“Perfect.” you unfolded the small note, seeing Sam’s messy scrawl confessing his love for you, x’s and o’s littering the paper.

“Petal?”

“Yes, Danny?”

“I’d like to come with you.” his eyes were full of concern. “This isn’t what we pictured it to be, when we first came here. Sam and his brothers have been my only family for so long, but I don’t want to stay here if violence and death are in our wheelhouse.” you brought up a hand, placing it on his cheek.

“I wouldn’t leave you behind.” you shook your head. “You or Molly.” Danny smiled, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Does she know?”

“Not really.” Danny shook his head. “I was afraid she’d say something to someone else, and blow the whole thing. Josh has been getting….angrier. He’s snapping at people a lot, jumping to conclusions that someone is trying to sabotage him. He’s paranoid.”

“I see.” you nodded. “Tell Sam the plan is on. Tomorrow night, the four of us will be free.” Danny took the note you wrote back to Sam, slipping it into he pockets of his trousers before leaving to go upstairs.

You finally felt some relief, knowing Sam had a plan, and it was close to being put into action. The feeling of hope as you devoured your food, suddenly ravenous, filled you with an excitement you hadn’t felt in a long time.

But as they say, the best laid schemes of mice and men go often askew…

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