#and mom laughing in her room (across the house) saying is was a power she should iuse wisely
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Dilf! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader
a/n – was talking to a friend and even though i’m not a gojo girlie, the thought of dilf gojo fucking u stupid made me drool🫶🏼
content – age gap, gojo is around 40+ in this, reader is in her early 20s, power dynamic(?), reader is gojos child’s teacher, overstimulation, dilf! gojo, gojo screwing reader stupid, drunken hook up, except reader is the drunk one, kinda(very) ooc gojo?, reader and gojo start to get freaky on the dinner table but end up in his room, gojo calls reader “doll, baby girl” and “whore” once, refers to himself as “daddy” once, that’s it i think! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis – you just couldn’t help yourself when it came to the man who came to pick up his son from school everyday. and little did you know, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you either.
Dilf! Gojo who met you, a sweet young girl, when he’d come to pick up his son from school pick up
Dilf! Gojo who couldn’t help but notice how your face flushed bright red when he gave you that award winning smile
Dilf! Gojo who told his ex that he’d be picking up their son after school everyday just so he could get a glimpse of you just once more
Dilf! Gojo who slowly became obsessed with his sons little pre school teacher
Dilf! Gojo who listens to his sons little rants about what he did at school today before getting the perfect idea
Dilf! Gojo who asks his son , “what’s your teachers name?”
“ms. y/n! she’s my favorite!”
and maybe, just maybe, Dilf! gojo thought that you could become his new favorite too.
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the next day Dilf! Gojo came to pick up his son up once more.
Dilf! Gojo who could see the blush on your face from the moment he’d come into your eyesight
Dilf! Gojo who gave you that charming boyish smile that made all the ladies drop to their knees as he came up to grab his son.
and trust me, you almost fell to your knees- if you weren’t at work, you would have.
Dilf! Gojo who hands you a cute little note that looked like it was written by his child, “i know you probably can’t read that,”
he was right, you really couldn’t.
“but he wants you to come over tonight for dinner. you are his favorite teacher , after all.”
and who were you to say no to the man that almost every mother was staring at?
unbeknownst to you: Dilf! Gojo was taking his son back to his mothers house right after school
tonight, you were all his.
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Dilf! Gojo who’d ordered the best take out and wine in preparation for tonight
Dilf! Gojo who made sure to look his best in his light blue button up and tight black slacks
Dilf! Gojo who sprayed his best cologne on just to make sure you remember this smell as him and only him
Dilf! Gojo who almost tripped over the coffee table as he rushed to the door after hearing the smallest knock
Dilf! Gojo who patted himself down to make sure there wasn’t even a small wrinkle in his shirt
Dilf! Gojo who opened the door and practically melted at how cute you looked
Dilf! Gojo who couldn’t help but stare at the little black dress being just tight around your perfect ass as you walk into his home
Dilf! Gojo who gets snapped out of his daze when you ask him where his son is
“oh, he’s at his moms house tonight. silly me, i forgot about that, but i didn’t want to make you feel left out, so i thought i could get to know you…personally.”
Dilf! Gojo who felt an almost sadistic grin trying to fight its way onto his face when he noticed how your already pink cheeks turn into an almost crimson at his comments
Dilf! Gojo who happily sat down with you at the table, right across from each other yet you felt like he was breathing down your neck
Dilf! Gojo who let’s out a breathy laugh when he sees you jump when he asks if you’d like some wine
Dilf! Gojo who smiles as he watched you tell him “more” “more” and, of course, “more.” as he pours you wine until your glass is so full he’s afraid you’ll spill it with one shaky breath.
Dilf! Gojo who chats with you over absolutely nothing until he can hear your words slurring
Dilf! Gojo who can’t help but let you keep embarrassing yourself when you start talking about him
“ you’re jus’ … so hot.”
“ wanna kiss you so bad…”
Dilf! Gojo who has to physically hold himself back from jumping across the table
Dilf! Gojo who just leans over, chin in his palm as he looked over at you,
“ then why not come over here and do it baby girl? ”
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Dilf! Gojo who had you laid on his kitchen table, take out and wine long forgotten as he kissed you like he’d never be able to do it again
Dilf! Gojo who pulls his lips away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
Dilf! Gojo who could only smirk when he’d heard your drunken whines for him to give you “ jus’ one more kiss…”
Dilf! Gojo who only expected tonight to be the start of one of his new favorite hookups, not expecting to actually fuck you tonight .
Dilf! Gojo who can’t help but feel bad for you, but yet so happy for himself. weren’t you ever taught to not put out on the first date?
Dilf! Gojo who cooed at you every time you opened your mouth
“ don’t you worry , baby. you’ll get what you want.”
poor, drunk you couldn’t remember that this was your students father
Dilf! Gojo who carries you up to his bedroom with one arm while the other is busy discarding of your clothes
Dilf! Gojo who has your clothes off before you hit the bed
Dilf! Gojo who had you squirming under his gaze as he licked a stripe up your cunt
Dilf! Gojo who holds down your waist when you start trying to move away from his mouth
“ stay still, doll. i’m not done yet.”
Dilf! Gojo who gives you a toothy grin before going back down on you, sucking on your clit while his fingers are inside of your hole🫶🏼
Dilf! Gojo who smirks when he feels you tightening around his fingers
“ m-mhm g-gojo i’m gonna–” you whined out
“ i know doll, come for me. ”
Dilf! Gojo who takes everything you have to give from your first orgasm of the night
Dilf! Gojo who sucks on your clit after cleaning you up to the point where he starts overstimulating you
Dilf! Gojo who doesn’t realize how mean he’s being until you’re pulling on his hair whining for him to kiss you again
Dilf! Gojo who just can’t resist giving his sons cute little teacher exactly what she wants and kisses you so you can taste him and yourself on his tongue.
Dilf! Gojo who lines his cock up to your hole with a smug grin on his face
Dilf! Gojo who gets off on hearing you cry about how it’s not going to fit
“it’ll fit, babygirl, don’t you worry.” he cooes at you.
Dilf! Gojo who slams into you with one quick thrust, watching as your whole body moves up on the mattress as you let out the loudest moan he’d ever heard
Dilf! Gojo who immediately starts fucking you like there’s no tomorrow
Dilf! Gojo who makes fun of how silly you look going stupid over his cock
“ look at you, my sons cute little teacher going stupid over some daddy cock. what a whore. ”
Dilf! Gojo whose eyes are transfixed on where your hips are meeting, a white ring around his cock everytime he pulls out
Dilf! Gojo who takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on the bud just to hear more of your moans
Dilf! Gojo who knows for certain that he won’t be pulling out of your tight cunt when you tighten around him
“ g-gojo–”
Dilf! Gojo who tells you to call him satoru since you’re already letting him fuck your silly little pussy
“satoru!!” you moaned out, turning your flushed face away from him as you came around him
Dilf! Gojo who is sure you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth
Dilf! Gojo who gets really close to your face when he’s about to cum
“ ya gonna take my cum, baby girl? gonna be my good whore and take all my cum? ” he cooes at you, a smirk set on his face
Dilf! Gojo who let’s his seed fill your cute little cunt and makes sure you don’t waste a drop
Dilf! Gojo who pulls out of you and uses his fingers to make sure you don’t waste a drop of his precious seed
Dilf! Gojo who slips on his boxers and walks out of the room to get you a warm rag and some water to clean you up
Dilf! Gojo who comes back into the room to see you already passed out in his bed
Dilf! Gojo who wipes you down and lays down beside you before falling asleep with an arm around your waist
Dilf! Gojo who dreams of his sons cute little preschool teacher crying over his cock🫶🏼
AHHH THIS WAS SO EMBARRASSING TO WRITE. but hey, gojo ammiright? 😼
likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! thank you!!
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ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking
For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !
The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.
Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)
Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.
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Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.
He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?
He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.
He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.
Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz
He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....
A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!
As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'
A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :
"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"
Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.
'- What have you done?' he asked.
"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"
More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :
"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"
'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.
"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.
Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.
And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry
#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#magneto#professor x#x men#xmen#cherik memes#they're so silly#revivecherik#my fic#my art#charles xavier is a disaster#bad cooking#“What do you mean you need to wash your rice”#Erik is so done#He loves him#trigger warning : magenta and red outfit
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Remember this poll? Well, I rose to the challenge, and I have produced some quality Ted Wheeler smut. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm sorry.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dirty talk, Reader is 18, Nancy is a b*tch.
WC: 1.5k
It had all started as a joke between you and Fred Benson.
“You should sleep with Jonathan,” he’d suggested as you sat at your desk, fuming. “That’ll teach her.”
You’d shook your head. “Are you kidding? He follows her around like a lost puppy dog. I could flash my tits and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.” You’d scowled across the cafeteria at the two lovebirds, gazing into each other’s eyes as they distractedly ate their lunches. Nancy was feeding Jonathan potato chips and giggling. “Ugh, she thinks she’s so perfect, like she’s untouchable or something.”
“There’s always one foolproof way to get under someone’s skin,” Fred said, taking a swig of water.
“What?”
“Do it with their opposite-sex parent,” he’d shrugged, as if it were another run-of-the-mill idea. “Nancy thinks she can just steal article assignments that she promised you? Fine; you’ll just have sex with her dad.”
The two of you had laughed at the idea of you seducing Ted Wheeler; the horrified expression on Nancy’s face. It wasn’t until today that you’d actually considered it.
“I need you to cover the chess tournament today,” she’d demanded, handing you a sticky note with the location and time. “Higgins is insisting that it get as much coverage as basketball; something about ‘promoting our academics,’ or some bullshit. Not like anyone’s gonna read it.” She’d rolled her eyes and started to walk away.
“Hold on,” you call out, feeling rage ballooning in your chest. “You’re taking me off of the basketball game article–for the second time in two weeks–so I can write about something that you yourself admit won’t be read.”
“Someone’s gotta do it.” And with that, she flounces away. Sure, she was the The Weekly Streak’s editor, but you’d be writing for the paper just as long as she had. And she’d just crossed the line from exercising authority to a full-blown power-trip.
That’s how you found yourself at the Wheeler household at 4 PM on a Friday. Nancy was at the game, and her little brother would be there, too, cheering on his bench warming freshman friend. You knew from your mom that Mrs. Wheeler would be grocery shopping, and she usually took her youngest daughter with her.
That left Ted Wheeler, all alone in that big house, with nothing to keep him company besides the local news and his favorite recliner.
You ring the doorbell twice, hearing the older man grumble, “coming, coming,” as the living room floor creaked with his movements.
“Can I help you?” he asks, scanning you up and down behind his thick-framed glasses. You’re not surprised at the way he drinks you in; you’re wearing a cleavage-baring shirt and a pair of jeans that cling to every curve.
“Hi, Mr. Wheeler,” you say breathily, tossing your hair slightly and giving off a better view of your neck. “Is Nancy home? We were gonna study together.”
“Uh, no, she’s out,” he mumbles, shoving his hand in his pocket.
You jut out your lower lip in a cute little pout. “Aw, okay,” you lament. “D’you mind if I wait here for her? It’s supposed to rain soon, and I’d hate to get all wet.” You let the double entendre hang in the air as he stammers his approval for you to come in the house.
“You said you’re, uh, one of Nancy’s friends?” Ted mutes the television, leaving the news anchors to report the day’s events in animated silence.
“We’re both reporters for the school newspaper,” you clarify, not even willing to pretend to be more than acquaintances with that stuck-up priss. “We have AP history together, and there’s a huge test next week.”
Ted nods, keeping his eyes glued to your curves. “Haven’t seen you around before.” And he’s absolutely positive he would’ve noticed you.
“We don’t hang out outside of school too much,” you admit, strategically sitting on the arm of the recliner where he’d just been, the cushions still slightly indented. “She did come to my eighteenth birthday party last month, though.” Uninvited, you decline to add.
He muses over the number for a moment. “You can change the channel, if you want.” he says finally, motioning towards the remote on the coffee table.
“Actually, Mr. Wheeler,” you start, a mischievous smirk dancing on your lips, “there’s a better way I’d like to pass the time.”
He swallows thickly, not wanting to misread signals or overstep any bounds. “Wh-What’s that, hon?”
You pat the recliner smugly. “C’mere and I’ll show you.”
As soon as he sits back in his favorite chair, you straddle his waist and press chaste kisses along his neck. You feel him shift beneath you as you press your core to his.
“I’m—I’m married,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tightly and helping you rock back and forth.
“I know,” you reply smartly, unbuttoning his khaki slacks and shimmying off the chair, dropping to your knees. “I can keep a secret if you can.”
“Yeah, I can,” he says, no hesitation. His thick cock springs up to attention as soon as you pull down his briefs. How long has it been since Karen sucked him off that he was already hard?
He hisses as you lick up his shaft, digging his fingernails into the armrests. You take him into your mouth slowly, letting your tongue slide along his considerable length. The sensation—or perhaps the feeling of being desired by such a beautiful younger woman—ignites something in him that he thought had been snuffed out years ago.
Leaning back a bit more and allowing himself to get comfortable, he lets out a soft moan. “Where’d a good girl like you learn to do this?”
You release him with a soft pop, grinning up at his yearning face. “It’s not hard when you’ve got a lot to work with.” He hums contentedly as you wrap your lips around the head.
“Been—shit—a minute since someone took care of me like this,” he mutters. “And it’s been even longer since anyone let me make them feel good.”
You climb back on his lap, a slight frown on your otherwise perfect face. “You mean your wife—?”
“Rather chase after younger guys than be with me,” he confesses, ire building as he thinks about that cocky lifeguard with a mullet who has all the middle-aged women lusting after him. “I gave up after a while.”
You bring his big hands under your shirt, letting him grope your bare tits. “If you were mine, Mr. Wheeler,” you whisper in his ear, “I’d want you touching me all the time.”
He pushes your shirt up over your head. “I like when you call me Mr. Wheeler.”
“You wanna make me feel good, Mr. Wheeler?” you tease as you unbutton your own pants and slide them past your feet. “Wanna show me what else your cock can do besides fuck my face?”
Your dirty talk has him nearly tearing off the delicate lace thong covering your pussy. He lines himself up with your entrance, and you hiss as his girth practically splits you in half. None of the idiot high school boys could compare to a real man, and you knew right then and there that you’d never go back to them.
He squeezes the plush of your ass, guiding you as you ride him. The fleshy tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot just right, as his thick middle finger circles your clit, and it only takes a few minutes before your orgasm washes over you.
“Fuck, Mr. Wheeler, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out with a downright pornographic groan. He’s still rock hard inside you, fucking up into you vigorously as he chases his own finish.
“Thassit, take it all. Never had cock this good in your life, have you?” he growls. “Such a good girl, making Mr. Wheeler feel good with her beautiful pussy. All tight and wet f’me.” You feel his release trickle down your thigh as he pulls out, and he quickly scoops it up with two fingers and holds it to your lips. You lick it up greedily, smiling as you do. Ted–Mr. Wheeler–wears a similar self-satisfied grin.
The two of you are fastening your buttons and smoothing your clothes when the door clicks open. Mr. Wheeler freezes in place, but you cross your arms over your chest and look Nancy Wheeler dead in the eyes.
“How was the game? Did anyone score?” You sneer, laughing to yourself at your tongue-in-cheek comment.
“Y-Yeah,” she mumbles, gaze flitting between you and her father. Her jaw clenches, and her backpack slips off of her shoulders and plops onto the ground, but she doesn't seem to notice. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Oh, Nancy,” you feign pity, grabbing your purse as you chide her. “It’s very simple: you fucked me over, and I fucked your dad.” You turn to the man blushing in the very recliner where you just sat on his dick. “Bye, Mr. Wheeler. Thanks for the great time.” Opening the door, you pause once more to add, “I’ll be covering next week’s basketball game, Nance. But don’t worry; you can do the chess tournament.”
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9, 11, 13 or 23 for oscarmark or lando/jenson 🫶😙
i blame you and our lengthy oscarmark conversations for whatever the hell i just wrote, muak tkm (used everything minus 9 i think idk)
The collusion of the blinding lights and a flight ungodly long makes him want to crawl into a cave and never come out.
The airport is too bright, too big, too noisy. Oscar is in Melbourne to rest, to meet back with his family, with his friends. But he’s in a frenzy of people, caught between people with phones in hand asking for a selfie, who don’t deserve to be treated meanly just because he had a shitty day, and the regular crowd waltzing in and out of planes like ants walking in and out of their colony.
He meets Mark right outside of the airport, his black car parked in the shade. It’s a cold winter in Australia, not that unusual but Oscar preferred it to be a bit less busy. He wanted Mark to pick him up because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle his family fussing over him first thing out of the plane. He’ll text his sisters later, now he just calls his mom.
“Are you ok, Osc?” She asks, first thing she tells him after he explains he landed safely.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.” He tells her, shrugging even when she can’t see. “I’m going to Mark’s house”
His mother hums. “Tell him to take good care of you.”
“I will.”
“How’s the boss?” Mark asks, his eyes on the road. The city is busy, the sky is clear.
“Good, she says you have to take good care of me,” he tells him, giving him a cheeky grin. “Oh, she doesn’t need to say that twice” Mark lets out a bark of a laugh. ”You are so in for it when we get home,” he says with a smile carrying the words across the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seat. His hand squeezes Oscar’s thigh, grip vice tight and a bit mean, a bit like power, a bit like love. Oscar blushes, casts his eyes away from the road, to the sun shining bright and then lets the world melt into nothingness as the house nears.
Suburbia is often quiet, or at least quieter than the city, the big buildings and the mean noises of crowded streets. Suburbia sounds a bit like Troye Sivan’s Blue Neighbourhood, like old indie songs his sister used to listen to in the CD player their father gave her because she likes vintage stuff.
Mark’s suburbia paradise has got tall fencing and a nice yard and Oscar watches through half open windows the leaves of the evergreen trees at the back of the property, the deep shadows they cast. Saxon runs upstairs when he turns back but Sammy stays still on the couch, curled up like a kitten. Mark’s dogs have always been a bit too hyperactive, but Sammy likes Oscar too much to run away when he’s near. He likes Sammy too.
Oscar’s head is a bit weird, not physically really, but something inside feels like cotton, like his brain has been wrapped in silk or tulle, something soft and easy to get lost in. He drank chocolate milk and ate tim tams, recreated a childhood afternoon down to eating in front of the tv watching old tv shows. Mark had put in him the peace of quiet days with just a silly little routine.
Now he’s staying put, quiet and nice, on his knees at the edge of the couch, hands on his thighs. It’s a bit cold to be wearing just underwear, but the big loose hoodie makes up for it, just a bit. It swallows his arms down to his fingers, the tips of them peeking under the hems, it’s cozy and soft, does nothing to take his mind away from the tender warmth crawling inside his mind.
But it’s good, the feeling of floating in a bubble in a safe and quiet space, only the faintest sound of music coming from another room, like being a child and falling asleep in a couch after a party, hearing your parents’ voices asking if they should carry you to your bedroom and let you stay here a bit longer.
Mark walks into the room just as Oscar looks back at the wall, the pale blue wallpaper looks to be patterned with the faintest of light blue flowers. The place is warm, his legs are a bit numb, Mark’s fingers thread through his hair and Oscar looks up.
“Be a good boy for daddy,” he says, holding a coffee on his other hand, watching him with a gentle smile on his lips. He looks beautiful, in a button up shirt and dress pants. He dressed up for him, Oscar knows it, knows that Mark knows he loves it when he goes the extra mile, makes him feel like nothing that happened outside this house matters, just them, their quiet afternoons and stick-together nights.
Tomorrow he’ll think about his mother and his sisters, about training and eating meals approved by his dietician. For now, he is Mark’s good boy and he nods and preens when Mark kisses his forehead, comes crawling when Mark beckons him closer, sitting on the couch with his legs parted, rests his cheek on Mark’s thigh and watches him change the channel on the tv and mess with Oscar’s hair for half an hour or two.
#myfic#oscarmark#fic asks#nsf/w#nsfr#it's a bit domsubbish so if you all don't vibe with that just keep scrolling#mi jente latino
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devil town
Erik Lehnsherr x daughter!reader
summary: Erik didn't realise he was a father, but as soon as he did, he became the best one || warnings: nightmares, mentions of death || word count: 918 || masterlist
You hadn’t grown up knowing your father, the same way Erik had lived not knowing he had a daughter. But when you, a mutant with the bizarre ability to control metal, Professor Xavier called in a favour from an old friend.
You’re standing in front of the mansion when he arrives, shifting between your feet. "So you can control metal?"
The man, Erik, removed his sunglasses. "Well, aren’t you direct. I’m assuming you’re the girl Charles called me about."
"Yeah." You shrug. "You're supposed to help me master my gifts or however the Professor puts it."
Erik laugh, actually laughed. "He does have a rather bizarre way of saying things, doesn't he?"
"Yes! Finally someone agrees with me! I mean, he's great and all but he's so weird."
You and Erik got along like a house on fire from then on. He pushed you past your limits, proving time and time again that you could do what you didn’t think was even possible. Before either of you released, it had been three months and Erik was still living at the school, living the lifestyle he once condemned.
One day he comes down to the training room to find you fiddling with a coin between your fingers, a nervous tick you’d picked up from him. "What's wrong?"
"My Mom's coming to visit for parent weekend." You tell him.
"And you're upset about that?"
You shrug. "She's very protective and is gonna be on my ass all weekend. It’s all going to be about what I’ve learnt, what I’m going to do next. Or worse, she’ll grill be about the boys here and ask which one I like best." You shudder at the thought of your mother playing matchmaker again.
The weekend grew closer and closer and before you knew, your mom was climbing out of her car and enveloping you in a rib-crushing hug. The bombardment of questions began immediately. You don’t think your mom stopped asking questions the entire time you gave her a tour. It was never ending.
When you reached the front of the mansion once again, Erik was stood by the front doors. You sent him an expression, begging him to save you. He chuckled slightly as you approached him.
"Mom, I want you to meet Erik, he’s been helping me with my powers."
A look of recognition flashed across Erik’s face as he shook your mother’s hand. Your mother, however, was frozen in place, staring at him. "Honey, this is Erik." She said slowly.
"I know this is Erik, he's been here for the past three months."
"This is the Erik I met 17 years ago..." She widened her eyes. "The Erik from the night I…"
"What?" Your brain restarts. "You mean-" It was as if you only heard what you wanted to, struggling to comprehend what was actually happening. "I can't be his daughter."
Erik finally entered the conversation. "Do you not want to be my daughter?" He asked carefully.
"I don't mean it like that. I would love to have a dad, someone to rely on. But it's just you- you-"
"I what?"
"You're busy." You reason. "You have more important things to worry about than dealing with me."
"You're my daughter. There's no dealing with you. I'll look after you as much as I can, but you've done a brilliant job so far." He replied honestly. "I'll be here when you need me."
"Really?"
"I’m not going to force myself into your life, it’s your life." Erik quietly said. "I’ll be wherever you need me."
★--~-~--★
You jolt awake, a sticky sheen of sweat covering your entire body. You could see your breath in front of you, the morning air cold stinging your skin.
Erik! He had just... he was dead. He couldn't be dead right? You had to know. You rounded the corner and quietly knocked on the door. Your heartbeat was like thunder on a silent night and you could barely hear anything over the thrumming. There was no answer to your knock, despite the gentle glow of light under the door.
Without thinking, you push the door open slowly, hoping to see something that told you Erik was alive, that you weren’t crazy and that your dream wasn't real. No Erik. Not even a tussled bedsheet or a crinkled pillow.
"Erik?" Your voice was uncertain as you quietly spoke his name. "Dad?"
A flurry of movement in your peripheral vision had you turning to the other side of the room. Erik was sat at his desk, working over documents of some kind by lamp-light. He frowned as he caught sight of your panicked state.
"Y/N? Are you okay?"
You turned to him, a crazed look still in your eyes. You didn't want to think about what you looked like. Hair tangled, covered in sweat, still in your night clothes with a robe and your erratic breath still audible.
Erik took one look at you and stepped closer, his eyes softening. "Are you okay?" He asked again, his tone softer as he tried to calm you.
"You-" You heaved a breath. "I watched you di-'' You couldn't finish the word but you didn’t have to. Erik knew exactly what you meant.
He reached forward and pulled you into him, holding you tight. "I'm alive. I'm okay." He whispered. "It wasn't real."
"It felt so real."
"I know. But you're safe now. It's over. I'm here." He paused slightly, glancing down at the vulnerable girl in his arms. "Dad's here."
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what happened in riptide 97 again.. its been so long....
OHHH MY GOD OKAY (tdlr is at the bottom if u want a quick sum lmao i just like long summaries its like enrichment for me) so thats the episode i think right after the pull up to zero and beat the shit out of the ghost house, chip and gilly have a convo with ollies mom and she smacks one of em i forget who and is like whyd you keep my son away. theyre both like yeah thats fair! and they return to the house and gillion and chip make an underground pool in there- chip offers the mind reading braclets to gilly and is like hopefully maybe thisll help with the nightmares? and they all go 2 bed!
Gillion wakes uo and hes feeling refreshed!!! (he still has the kuba kenta curse at this point) but he actually got whole night sleep and its looking like its not like. enflamed or hurting anymore! they make jokes about it being healed with the power of friendship and all and then gryffon knocks on the door of the house.
gryffon tells em that he tailed the leader of the gang that was threatening ollies mom and he found their hideout, so the trio race off i fucking forget if like gryffon comes or not??????? they get to the hideout and fight a couple bitches in masks and they tell one of the guys to lead them to the "boss" but i forget so bad who but one of the albitrio puts the braclet on the goon and hes like "heh, if they pull the blue lever theyll get sent to the pit but if they pull the red lever theyll meet the boss and hell have my head!"
so the four of them pullup to this bar thing and chip of course pants a guy (rememver when they were fucking obsessed with pants cause i completely forgot) and the other guy pantses chip and the bar laughs or whatever and. SOMETHING HAPPENS I THINK IYS LIKE AN ENCOUNYTER OR SMTH OR ONE OF THE THREE MAKES A WRONG JOKE but charlies like "no worries! ill pull the blue lever!"
and everyones like charlie. and hes like what its gonna get us to the boss! and condi while laughing cause its condi is like THATS THE LEAVER TO THE PIT and charlies like. i legit fucking forgot what one was what one. so the albatrio falls down this fucking PIT and once again i fucking forget but some interaction happens here (iu think feather fall was cast these guys plummet so much) and gillion casts vortex warp on the other 2 so they land at the top! gillion im pretty sure lands at the bottom and something happens to where he passes out.
charlie is asked to leave and then grizzlys like :3 audience you dont get to know eitherrrr! and gilly boy wakes up in a cage with the boss in the middle of the room. chip and jay are described as looking "so fucking bad dude" and charlies like i thought yall had it!!!!! and bizly is like nah dude it was so fuckinh rough we do not have it. im pretty sure jays chained to the wall via her foot and chip is busted up in the middle of the room with the boss.
the boss laugjs and i forget but i think he pulls off his face and is revealed to be price! and he laughs and says some stuff about giving chip a fair fight in this like. lava arena and kicks him his swords! chip tries to fight him a little bit but after a moment he runs to jay to try and cut her chains, and price taunts him a little before saying smth like "i wantr you. to die" and chip just. drops dead in front of jay. no rolls nothin nada.
Gillion was fading in and out and at this point gillion does that and jay is right in front of him, her foot is so fucking mangled like she broke it to get out and she looks sooooo fucking fucked up. price also taunts them and jays like "fuck you" and price blasts her and she disintegrates. imto dust. just like that.
gillion is so distraught and hes like "NO THEY WOULDNY GO OUT LIKE THAT" and gillion tries to fight price but he gets bested and WAKES UP IN THE UNDERGROUND GHOST HOUSE POOOLLLLLL
so it was all a curse dream made worse by the bracelet and how much later stages it is. gillion throws jay across the room because he dosent believe this is real and is like YOURE DEAD YOURE ALL DEAD!!!!! the other two try to comfort him and im blanking so fucking hard on the rest but this is uaually what people refrence/mean then they say 97 :3
TLDR: ollies mom scolds chip and gill, they make underground pool in ghost house, go to sleepy, gill wakes up refreshed, they go to the mob boss of zeros hideout, gillion pulls the wrong lever and they all fall in a pit, gill vortex warps the other two and they get seperated, when gillion wakes up everyone looks incredibly fucked up, price is there and straight up kills chip and jay and then taunts gillion and "kills" him, gillion wakes up back in the ghost house pool because it was all a nightmare of the kuba kenta variety, and he then doubts everythinh around him and if anythings actually real! :D
#ros talks#jrwi#jrwi ep 97#jrwi riptide#riptide spoilers#i love this episode its so fun#TJANK U ANON FOR ASKING SORRY ITS LONG RECAPPING THINGS IS SO FUN TO ME WHEN I REMEMBER THEM LMAO#i was supposed to be doing homework this whole time so ty for giving me a distraction LMAO
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Chapter 3: Photo-Op
Raining Hellfire Series | Season One
Word Count: 6,843 words.
Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, mentions of sex, bullying, dead bodies mentioned, mentions of blood, just a lot of angst if I'm honest
[A/N: I applaud anyone who is still interested in this story haha]
Photo-Op
Your nightmares that night were a blur.
Flashes of unwanted memories mixed with the image of the unknown figure you saw in the forest. It was enough for you to wake up to the sound of your racing heart. Your breathing as equally as erratic. Your cheek throbbed while you tried to steady yourself.
Well yesterday was… eventful, you thought as you lifted yourself out of bed.
You had three goals for today: find out the plan from the boys, apologise to Barb for last night, and for once in your life go to bed early. These sleepless nights from staying out too late were starting to be a problem.
After a quick shower and changing into a Metallica shirt you found the last time you went shopping, you left the empty house and walked over to the Wheelers’. Karen opened the door almost as soon as you knocked and let you inside, offering breakfast. You politely declined.
“Nancy’s in her room.” She stated. She didn’t sound too happy.
“Um, actually I promised Dustin and the boys that I’d help them with something.” For once, not a complete lie.
“Oh,” She was surprised, “I think they’re in the basement. Probably planning their next big game or something.”
“Thank you.” You smiled and she tried to smile back, her lips twitching upwards but her eyes still. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but she just continued to the kitchen and you were on a limited time frame to talk to the boys before school started.
Approaching the basement door, you began to hear the voices of Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.
“And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway?”
You swung open the door, taking your cue and earning a small scream from Lucas as he threw a Nutty Bar at you.
“Damn, I love Nutty Bars.” You said, catching it in your hand before joining them around the table.
“Right? Anyway, back to my question, why do we need weapons when we have her?” Dustin says, pointing to El who sat in a blanket fort in the corner of the basement. You smiled at her and she gave you a little wave.
“She shut one door!” Lucas declared.
“With her mind!” Dustin shot back, “Are you kidding me? That’s insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do.”
“Like what?” You say, curious.
“Like…” Dustin proceeded to look around before presenting a model replica of the Millennium Falcon, “I bet… she could make this fly!”
You and Lucas stared at eachother, concerned expressions on your faces. Lucas was most likely concerned for Dustin’s mental health while you were concerned that this party would be pushing El a little too far.
“Hey. Hey.” Dustin was trying to get El’s attention, “Okay, concentrate. Okay?”
El just stared at him as he dropped the ship. It hit the ground with a loud clatter.
“Okay, one more time. Okay. Use your powers, okay?”
You stifled your laugh as the ship crashed into the floor yet again.
“Idiot.” Lucas muttered, shaking his head.
“She’s not a dog!” Mike grabbed the ship, placing it on the table.
You looked down at the table to see the contents spilled across it; snacks and some sort of make-shift spy equipment.
“Um, what is this for?” You looked at Dustin.
“Boys! Time for school!” Karen’s voice rang out from upstairs and Dustin gave you a quick shrug before running away.
“Hey!” He was already gone.
You turned to see Mike talking to El, asking her to stay put.
“Come on, you need to get to school before your mom comes down to get you.” You said, a hand on his shoulder just as Karen called for her son.
“Coming!” He yelled back, not moving.
“Hey, Y/n. Are you free after school?” He asks, looking up at you.
“Uh, sure.” You reply hesitantly.
“Okay. El,” His focus shifts back to the young girl, “You know those power lines?”
“Power lines?” She repeats.
“Yeah. The ones behind my house?”
“Yes.”
“Meet us there, after school.”
“After school?”
“Yeah, 3:15.”
She looks at him in confusion and you hand him your watch, already knowing that she probably didn’t know how to tell the time. He straps it onto her wrist and shows her how to use it.
“Three-one-five.” She finally agrees.
“Oh and Y/n, you-”
“Yeah, I’ll see you there too.” You nod and he rushes up the stairs and out of the basement.
You crouch down next to the girl and she smiles at you, reaching out to touch your hair.
“Okay, I’ll see you later El, at…” You try to remind her.
“Three-one-five.”
“That’s my girl.” You quickly hug her and follow Mike’s path up the stairs.
You didn’t see Barb outside the school in her usual waiting spot.
You figured Nancy had gotten here before you and they went inside together. You were already dreading whatever conversation was waiting for you inside. Covering your bruised cheek with your hair, you headed through the double doors and stepped into the noisy hallway.
As you passed people, you heard hushed whispers. Gossip was usual for this school and you figured you’d hear your name after yesterday’s fight.
“Did you hear about Nancy Wheeler?”
The whisper passed you just as quickly as it spoke. Nancy? Why was she suddenly the trending gossip?
You made your way to your locker and were shocked to see that there was no Barb patiently waiting there for you. Usually she would be eager to tell you little things, like animals she may have seen on her walk to school, or whatever she saw on the TV the previous night. You figured she’d have loads to say about last night’s disappointment.
Still, you continued to your locker, rummaging around to find the books you needed and filling up your backpack. Turning around, you noticed yet another defiled poster of Will.
“What is wrong with people?” You muttered. You shut your locker and walked over, taking the poster down and making a mental note to check if Jonathan had some to spare.
“Hey!”
You heard the familiar nervous laugh of your friend from behind you and turned to greet her. Even if she did act a little weird at the party, you weren’t going to be angry at her for spending time with her boyfriend.
“Is everything okay?” Steve’s slightly concerned voice rang out. Never mind, you might just stay put instead.
“Yeah! Yeah, totally.” Everything was clearly not alright.
“I just… I feel like everyone’s… staring at me.”
You definitely noticed it. That alongside the whispered rumours, something definitely happened that you didn’t know about.
“Oh, I didn’t… I didn’t tell anyone.” Steve said quickly.
Oh, you thought, realisation kicking in. Did they…?
“But what about, like, Tommy, and Carol and them?”
“You’re being paranoid.”
Fucking Carol and Tommy. Turns out you had a fourth goal of the day.
“I had a good time.” You heard Steve say and you knew exactly what had happened now.
Was that happening while Barb was sat outside all alone? You felt a little guilt for leaving her alone like that. It’s probably why she isn’t with you or Nancy right now.
The bell rang and you gripped the poster in your hand ready to throw away, heading to your first class.
“You… you really did it?” Your best friend whispered. She was sat in your room, hugging your pillow as you told her what happened.
“Yep.” You whispered back.
“Did you… like it?” She asks, waiting for your response.
The truth is, you wanted to wait. Until you were old enough to not regret it. Until you were with someone that you actually… loved. However, when you saw the concerned look on Lillian’s face, you rethought your original reply.
“It was magical.” You put on a fake smile as she nodded, getting back out the small manual to a game she was apparently playing with people at school, one you didn’t recognise.
You wanted to at least spare her the pain of the truth.
“Hey, Y/n.”
Nancy slipped into the seat behind you, leaning forward to whisper.
“What?” You turn your head slightly, trying to concentrate on the words in front of you. You didn’t want to fall behind in History again.
“Oh.” She said, slightly taken-aback at your attitude, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You said a little softer that time. If anything, you most definitely weren’t fine. Freaky stuff was happening lately and you couldn’t find Barb.
“Where’s Barb?” She asked almost immediately as you followed her eyes to Barb’s empty desk.
“Shouldn’t you know? You were there last, I… had to leave early.” You lied. I just didn’t feel like spending anymore time with you, you thought, staring back at the pages in front of you. You hated History.
“I was… busy.” Nancy simply said, putting her head in her hand and flipping through her notes. She didn’t even want to tell you what happened.
“I know.” You muttered to yourself. You just hope Barb didn’t hate you both forever for leaving her last night.
Your teacher walked in a few seconds later, droning on about the World Wars and their impacts on the economy. You would gladly be anywhere else but here.
With a sigh, you turned your attention to the window, gently tapping your pencil onto your paper. It was a nice day outside, despite the cold weather. Leaves scattered the ground around the trees that lined the school. You found that their trunks provided surprisingly comfortable resting places for students to study. No one ever studied outside though, they either ran to the library or chose to ignore their exams.
Your pencil stopped tapping when your eyes came across a pleasant surprise. Eddie sat just beneath the tree on the far right side, drumming his hands on his knees as he jammed out to some music. Except, he wasn’t wearing headphones.
You smiled and before you really knew what you were doing, your hand shot up. Everyone else at this point was focused on some small History tasks, a lulled silence filling the room. Your teacher called you to the front, positioning his glasses back on his nose as you approached his desk.
“What can I do for you, Miss Y/n?” He asked with a monotone voice.
“I have cramps, Sir.” Complete lie.
“Oh, well, go ahead. Here’s the hall pass.” He said quickly and you walked out of the room, gripping your bag tightly. You tried your best to ignore Nancy’s confused stare.
You walked straight past the bathroom.
You walked completely past the Nurse’s office.
You even walked past the principal who didn’t even bother to give you a second glance.
You kept walking until you hit the back exit to the school that would lead you to the field, walking around until finding the familiar line of trees. You knew you wouldn’t be caught by your teacher. For one, you weren’t sure he even knew his classroom had windows and two, as long as you sat the other side of the tree, you were hidden from sight.
Approaching the tree in the far right corner, you walked around it’s base until heavily planting yourself just around the side from Eddie, immediately catching his attention and he jumped.
“Don’t let me stop you.” You laughed, stretching your legs.
“You’re really good at sneaking up on a person.” He laughed back, moving around until he was sat directly next to you.
“Why did I have to move to this side of the tree? Mine was much comfier.” He asked, slumping down with one of his legs bent.
“I skipped History.” You said simply, resting your head against the tree trunk.
“Ah. I suppose I’m in the presence of a… rebel?” He faked shock, clasping both his hands on either side of his face.
“A regular trouble-maker.” You nodded, looking out at the field before you.
“Well, I’m glad. Can’t argue with the company.” He smirked, glancing your way. When his eyes met yours it always made your heart flutter.
“So, what were you pretending to listen to?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“You saw that?”
“I think everyone in my class could see it.”
“I hope they enjoyed the show.” He chuckled.
“You play the drums?” You say, mimicking his earlier solo demonstration.
“Nope, more of a guitar guy.” He had a dreamy look in his eye.
“You’re so obsessed with your guitar. I can feel it.” You deduced, laughing as his shocked face met yours.
“If you were to see her, you would be too.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“No, I don’t think I accept that. You will definitely meet her someday and bow to her greatness.”
You smiled shyly at that. That had to mean something, right?
“What about you? Any instruments? You could join my band.”
“Uh no, not really, but you have a band?” You ask excitedly.
“Yeah!” He smiled, sitting upright. “We’re called, uh, Corroded Coffin.” He added quietly, scared of your response.
“That’s… so freaking cool.” You admitted, giving a bright smile at his band name.
“You think?” He grabbed part of his hair and hid his face, reminding you of your previous conversation. He always did that when he was a little shy about something.
“Definitely.” You assured, earning a wide smile from Eddie, his big brown eyes staring back at you.
“Wait, Metallica?” He said excitedly, spinning around the grass so he was sat directly in front of you and pointing at your shirt.
“Ah, yeah, I found it earlier this year when I was shopping with Nancy. She didn’t really like it but they just came out with their album ‘Kill Them All’ and I understand it’s not really her kind of music but once you start listening it’s so hard to stop.” You ramble, excited someone noticed your shirt. It was the first thing you’ve really bought for yourself that you loved.
“Favourite song?” He questioned, as if he were testing you.
“Phantom Lord.” You replied immediately.
“Good choice.” He nodded. “I didn’t think you listened to that kind of music.”
“I listen to basically every kind of music. Growing up in a house where everyone had different music tastes will do that to you, I guess.” You laughed. Your smile faltered at the mention of your family.
“So you get the best of everything. It’s a sweet deal.”
“Yeah, until I spend all my money on cassette tapes.” You laugh softly. They currently all sat in a box under your bed.
“Any you think I would like?” He asked. He was looking at you now, not even distracted by the sound of bell as students rushed around to get to lunch.
“Hm, I’ll think about it.” You smile, already knowing of the perfect ones.
You stood up, unaware that Eddie mirrored your movements. He picked up your bag and handed it to you and you both walked to the cafeteria, exchanging songs you loved from various albums.
You were both in your own little world at this moment, growing closer as you talked. Usually, you would avoid the cafeteria in hopes of truly avoiding people like Tommy or Carol but you didn’t care. Eddie led you to a free table, and you sat opposite eachother, still talking about music when laughter erupted in the cafeteria you both looked over to the table sat two rows in front of you, seeing familiar faces.
“Oh Steve!” Carol was moaning while Tommy proceeded to make clear gestures to their joke. Nancy was looking as if she was willing the ground to swallow her up with Steve sat beside her trying to shut them up.
You scanned the table you were sat at, seeing someone’s now deserted plate (they were far more intrigued with the display in front of them than their food) and grabbed an apple, launching it across the room so it hit Tommy in the centre of the back. The show came to an end as he turned, scanning the crowd for the culprit. At this point, you and Eddie had ducked down, avoiding his gaze.
When you both popped your heads back up, you looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Nice aim.” Eddie laughed, looking over at Tommy now rubbing the sore spot on his back.
You went to reply when you caught Nancy smiling over at you and you nodded to her. You might still be a little pissed about last night but you were always going to have her back.
And then another set of eyes met yours from across the room. Steve.
He was now looking back and forth between you and Eddie, eyebrows furrowed and you saluted him. He shook his head and tuned back into what Nancy was saying. What was that about?
“Are you free later?” Eddie broke the silence, discarding the crust of his sandwich onto someone else’s tray.
“Yeah! I mean, no. I’m not. I have plans today.”
“Oh.” He said, his face dropping slightly.
“But I’m free tomorrow.” You quickly add and you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward.
“Well, did you want to... hang out?” He seemed reserved now, like he didn’t want to say anything wrong.
“Definitely.” You grinned as you looked through the double doors of the space, seeing Jonathan scan the room before walking past.
“Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow then? I have some stuff I need to sort out.”
“See you tomorrow.” He smiles and at that same moment, one of his friends run up behind him, causing a riot of laughter and you silently left, following Jonathan.
You were ready to enter the photography red room when the door swung open, almost hitting you in the face but missing ever so slightly.
“Y/n!” Jonathan said, carrying freshly printed photos messily in his hands.
“Here, let me help.” You reach toward them but he snatched the photos away quickly.
“What- wait. Are those the photos from last night?” You ask, stepping closer.
He just nods and tries to walk away but you’re quick to stop him.
“Not so fast, what are the photos? Show me.”
“What? No, it’s-”
“Jonathan.” You said with such authority that he stops and reluctantly hands you the photos.
You begin to shuffle through them, seeing images of you cleaning up, some of Tommy and Carol glaring at eachother. There was a sweet photo of you and Barb laughing together and another of Barb sat by the pool. The photo of Barb caused you to stop for a moment before moving to the next and your breath hitched.
Nancy in the window, topless with only her bra.
“Why did you print this?” You whispered harshly, waving it at him.
“I don’t know!” He panicked, pacing back and forth, “I- I seriously don’t know what came over me!”
“Okay, look. I get that, but this isn’t right. You didn’t have her permission, you know, you could get in serious trouble for this!”
“I know.” He quietened, looking at the photo.
“Are there more?”
“On a separate film but it’s in my car.” He admitted. At least he wasn’t arguing with you on this.
“Okay, take me to your car and we’ll sort this out.” You’d burn the film if you had to.
“This way.” He started heading to the exit.
“Wait. Put these in your bag! Let’s try not to be caught walking around with half-naked photos of people, huh? Actually, throw that one out, rip it up, I don’t care. We’ll just take care of the other ones.” You whisper as you both shoved the photos into his bag and made your way out. You didn’t notice when he slowed slightly out of your view and slipped the provocative photo back into his bag.
It was wrong to take photos without permission. Sure, a candid photo can be nice. But that’s if someone is sat on a bench reading, not if someone is taking their clothes off in private.
You thought you saw Jonathan’s car before noticing four people sat on it, your brain telling you that it mustn’t be his. You scanned the other cars but you knew the first was his. You’ve ridden in it many times, there was no denying that it was definitely his. It was just a shame that it was being blocked by so much hair.
“Harrington.” You breathed, exchanging a look with Jonathan before walking over. This wasn’t going to be fun.
“Hey, man.” Steve said, jumping off the back of his car. He was completely focused on Jonathan that he didn’t even notice you were there.
“What’s going on?” Jonathan asked warily.
“Nicole here was, uh, telling us about your work.” Steve said and your face fell. Shit.
“We’ve heard great things.” Carol smirked, folding her arms.
“Yeah, sounds cool.” Tommy added, an arm around his girlfriend.
“And we’d just love to take a look. You know, as… connoisseurs of art.” Steve straightened up, eyeing his bag. You kept quiet, hoping to find the right time to intervene.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonathan sighed, attempting to reach his car door when Tommy swiftly snatched the bag off his arm.
You had currently made your way to the passenger side at this point, slowly placing your bag on the ground in front of it. You didn’t need your books weighing you down if things turned out like they did yesterday.
“Please just give me my bag.” You heard Jonathan say. They were going to find the photos.
“Man, he is totally trembling. He really must have something to hide.” Steve had the bag now and was turning around, still too fixated on his mission to notice you stood there.
“Ah… here we go.” He pulled out the photos, turning back to Jonathan.
“Let me see.” Tommy chuckled, taking some photos from him as they all crowded around to look. In all honesty, you didn’t know what you were meant to do.
“I was looking for my brother.” Jonathan tried, like he had said to you that night. You believed him.
“No. No, this is called stalking.” Steve glared at Jonathan. You knew where this was going.
“What’s going on?” Nancy joined them, oblivious to what was happening.
“Here’s the starring lady.” Tommy laughed.
“This creep was spying on us last night.” Carol said, disgusted.
“He was probably gonna save this one for later.” She handed Nancy the photo and you shook your head. You told him to throw it out.
“See,” Steve clicked his tongue, “you can tell he knows it was wrong, but… man, that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.”
Steve ripped up the photo in his hand and Tommy started laughing and you were so close to giving him a matching bruise on the other side of his jaw.
“So… we’ll just have to take away his toy.” Steve walks back over to the bag.
“No, please, not the camera.” You heard Jonathan panic and you reached over to grab the bag before Steve could.
“Y/n?” Steve’s eyes widened, “Don’t tell me you’re actually letting this creep get away with it?”
“Look, I get it. It was not okay for him to do it. That’s why we’re getting rid of all the photos, okay?" You hugged the bag tightly to your chest. Jonathan’s camera was pretty much all he had left at the moment. With his brother missing and his mum spiralling, it was his last comfort. "Trust me.”
“Give me the camera, Y/n.” Steve was deadly serious, looking at the bag and avoiding your gaze.
“Steve, just listen.”
“Give. It. To. Me.” He had made his way around the car and was directly in front of you know, his height only adding to his intimidation. It wasn’t going to work with you.
“No.”
“No?” You heard Carol laugh from behind you and before you could react, you felt a sharp pain in your head.
Carol had grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Hard. You dropped the bag on instinct and Steve simply picked it up, letting Carol hold onto your hair. You couldn’t move from the position you were in unless you wanted part of your scalp ripped out.
“It’s okay.” Steve said to Tommy who was currently taunting Jonathan.
“Let Y/n go, she was trying to help.” Jonathan pleaded, looking over at you. You caught Nancy’s eye and were shocked just to see her stood there, not even trying to help you.
“Here you go, man.” Steve held the camera out to Jonathan before letting it drop to the ground. The smash of the camera made you flinch. Jonathan just stared at the ground.
“Come on, let’s go. The game’s about to start.” Steve and Tommy walked away from the scene, Carol taking her cue to let go of your hair before she shoved you away from her, laughing.
The photos were now scattered on the ground in pieces. I guess that took care of that problem, you thought.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Jonathan asked, seeing that you were clutching the back of your head.
“I’ll survive.” You made your way to the camera and silently helped him pick up the pieces.
You could understand Steve’s reaction. He was upset for a good reason. But the way he was acting was… strange to you. Mean. Sure, he was a bit of an ass sometimes but you saw a new side to him today.
“Hey! Nance!” Steve called out from a distance.
You then saw that she was crouched beside you, gathering some pieces of a photo she spotted. When she looked at you, you assumed she would apologise for what they did, or at least ask if you were alright. But instead, she took the pieces and ran to Steve.
“I guess that friendship’s over.” You muttered.
The wind picked up and the photo remains were thrown everywhere, taken away by the natural force. You sighed and grabbed the smaller pieces of Jonathan’s camera, handing them to him.
“You didn’t have to do that. Stick up for me?” Jonathan’s head was low, both of you still crouched opposite eachother.
“Well, they didn’t have to do that.” You pointed to the camera, shrugging.
“Y/n is quite the hero type.”
You looked up to the voice and saw Eddie smiling at you, noticing the patch of your hair that was most likely in a tangle behind your head.
“What happened?” He questioned, looking at Jonathan who did everything to keep himself busy.
“Harrington happened.” You say, standing up while attempting to straighten your hair.
“Ugh. I hate that guy.”
“You do?” Jonathan asked surprised, looking at the boy who currently had his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, a metal chain on his jeans jangling as he moved.
“Yeah. All that hair? Nothing but ego and asshole-ry.” He laughed.
“Agreed. I’m gonna head home, thanks Y/n. Do you need a ride?” Jonathan looks at you as he stands and you notice Eddie shift uncomfortably.
“Yeah, actually, can you drop me of just outside the route to the power lines? I’d go straight to the Wheelers but I figure Nancy’s heading there with Steve…” Your voice trailed off as he nodded. Jonathan says a small goodbye to Eddie, you had no idea if they’d ever met, and started up the car.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” You smile at him, giving a small wave.
“Yeah.” He raised his shoulders and walked back to his group that were all patiently waiting by a van, not really meeting your eyes. That was weird.
You glanced down at your wrist and realised you had given your watch to El earlier that day.
“Hey, do you have the time?” You asked Jonathan as you got into his car.
“Uh, yeah, it’s 3:20.”
“Damn. Any chance you can get me there quick?” You look at him with pleading eyes.
“I’m not even going to ask.” He simply said, reversing the car out of the spot.
“Good choice.”
You had managed to sneak around the back of your house without anyone spotting you as you grabbed your bike and made your way through the trees, heading to the power lines. You hoped that they had at least waited for you before disappearing.
When you approached, however, you only saw one of the kids stood there. Pedalling closer, you saw El stood petrified by a cat that lay on the other side of the fence. You could hear it’s evil little hisses as you dumped your bike on the ground and jogged over.
“Shoo! Get out of here!” You stomped your foot and the cat ran. Looking over at the girl, she took a deep breath and met your eyes.
“Three-one-five.” She showed you your watch that looked much bigger than it was on her slim wrist.
“I know, I’m sorry, I had to deal with something.” You said, crouching down to meet her at eye-level.
“Deal with something?”
“One of my friends was being hurt.” You said and her eyes widened.
“He’s fine!” You added quickly, smiling.
“El!” You heard Mike yell as he and the other two boys pedalled closer.
“Y/n!” Dustin grinned and you walked over. You both executed a quick secret handshake that was created ages ago when Nancy and Mike left you alone. It was now a necessity to do whenever you greeted eachother.
“So, what are we doing?” You ask, glancing at each of them before walking over to your fallen bike.
“Just follow us.” Mike said, giving no help at all, and he turned to El, “Hop on. We only have a few hours.”
With no point in asking any more questions, you all biked your way through the forest, making sure to follow behind them so you could keep an eye on each of the kids.
'Danger, danger.' Mike’s words replayed in your head. You just hoped that danger wasn’t where you were headed today.
After a while, the forest came to a steeper incline and you all decided it better to walk, not wanting to completely destroy your legs. You walked with Lucas and Dustin while El and Mike paired together just ahead of you. It was kind of sweet how close they were. Gross. But sweet.
“So… why were you late to meeting us, huh?” Dustin asked, putting on a fake frown.
“Me? I got there before you nerds.” You pointed a finger at him and he surrendered.
“We were…”
“Dealing with something!” Lucas nodded at Dustin who followed his lead.
“Yeah? Well me too.” You said and you walked in silence for a bit.
“What was your thing?” Dustin smirked. You’ve known him two years now and you still didn’t know if he just liked conversation or was incredibly nosy.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because.” Well, you couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Harrington and his goons were harassing Jonathan.” You said simply, hearing groans from the boys beside you at the mention of Hairy's name.
“Why?” Lucas asked, “Jonathan’s always just been quiet, right?” He was remembering the times he spent at the Byers’ house.
“That’s not important. What’s important is that he’s okay and Harrington sucks.”
“Here, here!” Dustin said, shaking his head.
You all caught up to the other two and were directly behind them, in full earshot of their ongoing conversation.
“I was tripped by this mouth breather, Troy, okay?” You heard Mike say with a sigh.
“Mouth breather?” El questioned, not familiar with the term.
“Yeah, you know, a dumb person. A knucklehead.” Mike said, not explaining very well.
“Knucklehead?” She was very confused now.
“Someone who is mean. And not very smart.” You tried to explain as simply as you could, earning a knowing nod as she finally realised what Mike was talking about.
It was sad that the boys had to deal with their bullies day after day, it made sense that Mike didn’t want to tell El. He probably felt embarrassed. You’ve had your fair share of bullies. But after a while, you found ways to ignore them. Then again, you weren’t doing so well at that anymore. You were involving yourself in more fights than you could handle.
“I understand.” El smiled at him. It was adorable. But it didn’t stop you, Lucas, and Dustin mime retching at eachother.
“Anyway, what are we doing out here?” You ask again, hoping someone will actually answer you this time.
“Mike thinks that El is some sort of compass for finding Will.” Lucas rolled his eyes. At least he still came.
“Because she recognised his photo?” You look at Mike who nodded.
“With any luck, we find Will, rescue him, maybe beat up a few bad guys along the way, and return home heroes!” Dustin said triumphantly.
“See what I have to deal with?” Lucas said to you, shaking his head in disbelief.
This wasn’t exactly what you planned for a Thursday night but then again you couldn’t really complain; you never had plans.
You all walked for what seemed forever and soon the sun began to fade, plunging your quest into darkness. At least they weren’t out here alone.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Lucas muttered under his breath as you all slowed to a stop.
“Here.” El said, turning to Mike directly.
“Yeah, this is where Will lives.” Mike said, a little confused.
“Hiding.” El tried again, her voice a little quieter.
“No, no, this is where he lives. He’s missing from here. Understand?” You could sense Mike’s patience slowly fading.
“What are we doing here?” Lucas asked. His patience was already gone.
“She said he’s hiding here.” You say, looking at the house in front of you. Considering that El had no idea where Will lived, this was weird.
“Um… no!” Lucas said, looking at you as if you were mad.
“I swear,” Dustin spoke up, “if we walked all the way out here for nothing-”
“That’s exactly what we did.” Lucas threw his hands up in exasperation. You were still looking to the house, trying to figure it out. “I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!”
“Why did you bring us here.” Mike’s voice was stern.
“I-” El stammered.
“Mike, don’t waste your time with her.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday.”
You took a few steps toward the Byers’ when you saw strange lights flickering in the house in an assortment of colours. What was going on?
“We are not calling the cops!”
“Hey guys?”
Your head spun around at Dustin’s call for attention, noticing why there was worry in his voice.
“What other choice do we have?” Lucas was shouting at Mike now, trying to make him see sense.
“Guys!” You and Dustin raised your voices at the same time and soon you were all looking to the road, multiple sirens racing past.
“Will…”
The sirens were blasting so loudly, so out of tune with eachother that it made your head spin. You wished it was just because of the alcohol.
An officer was attempting to get you to talk, but you just stayed there, kneeling in front of the pool. Blood was on your hands now, some smeared onto your dress.
Your eyes fixated on the body floating in the water.
You had all rushed to your bikes, following the sirens. Your heart was racing, unsure of it’s speed. Yes, you were pedalling fast. But the fear was overwhelming.
The wind was whipping at your skin as you all rode in terrified silence. The cops had found something. Judging by the amount of cars and ambulances, it was definitely not good.
The final destination was the quarry. A pit of mud and water that you would see some days when walking past the cliff that overlooked it. In the day, it was nothing. At night, it was the most eerie thing you have ever seen. You had never been nearer to the water edge.
You all kept your distance from the Sheriff’s Department as you all looked out onto the scene, breathless.
Please, god, no.
You prayed silently. Your hands were shaking.
I should get the kids out of here, you thought. But you were too late. They had found something in the water.
The kids ran to hide behind the fire engine before you could stop them. Rather than going with them, you were frozen to your place. You didn’t need a closer look. The small body that now appeared on the shore clearly belonged to Will. Fuck.
“What is wrong with you?!” You heard the painful shouts of anger coming out of Mike’s mouth. You winced. His voice had somehow merged with the voices of your parents.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?!
It wasn’t until Mike pedalled past you that you snapped into action. The boy was already too far for you to deal with so, instead, you ran over to Dustin and the others.
As soon as El saw you, she cried. Dustin and Lucas were on the verge of tears. You wordlessly took them all in your arms with no objections, holding them until their tears stopped.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
You all rode back in silence, El’s grip tight around your waist. You really wished you had stopped them from seeing that.
Since you lived next to Mike, you took them all to your house. Their parents already assumed they were over his for a sleepover so you didn’t need to call anyone. Mike needed time to cool off, you knew that. Aggression was something you could deal with.
Dustin and Lucas thanked you for the pillows and blankets as they set themselves up in the living room. Your uncle had left you a note saying he wouldn’t be back until the next day anyway.
You set El up in your bed, letting her borrow some clothes that were too big for her, and tucked her in. When she fell asleep, you set yourself up on the floor. You knew you weren’t sleeping tonight. How could you sleep after all that?
Will was confirmed dead. That small, sweet boy was gone and there was nothing you could do.
After a few restless attempts at finding the right position, you gave up, quietly making your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink of water. When you shuffled onto the tiled floor, your foot kicked something to the side. Another beer can.
You sighed, picking up the littered object and opening the back door to the trash-cans. With each step down from the small porch, your heart ached just a little more. You’ve experienced so much death. Death of people who never deserved it. One more, and you thought you might go crazy. But you needed to be strong. For the boys and El. You made a promise to stay with them and you weren’t looking to break it anytime soon.
“Rest in peace, Will.” You say softly to the sky. Acceptance was always key in these situations. It was something you had to alone.
At least, you thought you were alone.
A low growl echoed from the darkness of the path between the houses, the goosebumps prickling on your skin in response. Without a second thought, you took a step closer. Maybe it was just a cat. One step, then another. The growling continued.
A third step, and it all went silent. Your breath formed a cloud in front of you. Everything in your body was telling you to move. Run.
You sprinted back to the porch, rushing inside and slamming the door shut. Behind it, you heard the trash-cans clang to the ground. But that isn’t what scared you.
As you crouched down with your back against the door, you could almost feel the long nails against the wood, clawing away. You could see the glow of the flickering porch lamp cast onto your kitchen floor, beaming through the curtain’s fabric. All you could hear now was your heartbeat, growing louder with each bone-chilling scratch to the door. Whatever it was, it wanted in.
And then, it didn’t.
Everything stopped. You reluctantly stood up, using your shaking hand to peer through the curtain of the back door window. As your eyes adjusted to the night outside, you saw… nothing.
Not wanting to chance fate, you locked the door. Walking as quickly as you could, you checked and locked up the entire house. Dustin and Lucas were sound asleep. With a sigh of relief, you made your way back to El.
Opening the door, you saw the girl now sat up in your bed, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared at you. Words finally escaped her lips, a wave of terror flashing through your body.
“They’re coming.”
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BREATHLESS | steve harrington
+ steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: the 3 times you took all the breath out of steve's lungs as his best friend, and the first time you took the breath out of steve's lungs as his girlfriend
warnings: best friends to lovers, confessions, fluff, swearing, jealous, a lot of teasing, pet names, mutual pining, first kiss and heavy make out sessions
word count: 3k
a/n: in this imagine there are no monsters and all that upside down shit; gif is not mine! | masterlist here.
THE FIRST you took all the air out of Steve's lungs was when you saw each other after 1 year.
In context, you and Steve were neighbors. You lived in the house across from Steve's. You two, at age three, were soon inseparable. Today, each 19, things remain the same - quite different, in fact.
Well, you had gone to your grandparents' house for the holidays. You two were 17 years old. And you took the opportunity to take courses to deepen your knowledge while you didn't return to Hawkins.
Communication between you and Steve was complicated. And the longing that invaded Steve’s heart in not being able to see you every day consumed him for all the time you were there.
When you finally got back, Steve came the same day to see you.
Steve knocked on your door, his hands were shaking a little from nervousness and anxiety to see you. When you left, you were both 17, now you're 18. And Steve was relatively scared of what it would be like to talk again.
You've never been so long without seeing each other. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to talk to you properly or wouldn't be able to control his heart beating faster when you opened the door.
And then, you opened the door. And what he promised to control, he didn't. When he saw you, all the air in his lungs ran out.
Steve always knew you were beautiful, and the boys at school made sure to remind you of that. He always got comments from Tommy, Keith and Billy. Comments like:
"Your girl is a hottie, Harrington." “Is she single?” “Can you tell her about me?” “She looks really hot today.”
And Steve hated it. He hated it more than he should because he knew. He knew you were beautiful. You were smart, insightful, funny, and once again, beautiful. And he also hated himself. He hated himself for not being good enough for you. You were too good.
Seeing you so beautiful just standing in the door made him dizzy. Last time Steve saw you, you were already beautiful, but now you were breathtaking. You were perfect. God, he wanted to pass out.
But you keep him from passing out when you hug him. You hug him so tightly that he can inhale all your sweet scent into his nostrils. And once again he feels like he's going to pass out.
“Hey.” Your voice is muted as you are pressed against his neck. Steve doesn't respond. Making you let go of the hug - to Steve's dismay - to see his face. "Are you still alive?"
“Um- Yeah. I just- You look great.” He says nervously, and gets even more when you smile big at him, letting out a light laugh.
"You're not that bad either, Steve." You talk as you make way for him to enter your house.
“Sooo, how is your mom?” Steve asks as he walks past you, then follows you on your way to your room.
“Oh, she is great. My dad would be really mad at you if he knew you didn't ask how he was doing."
“Oh god. Sorry-“
“Steve, why are you so nervous?” You speak when you finally enter your room and close the door behind you. "I'm kidding. As i always do.” You notice Steve hesitate before speaking. Hands frantically smoothing his hair and gasps pouring from his nose.
“I know it's just that- Things are different, you know? You are different."
“I am different? Im definitely the same.”
"Oh, you're not." He speaks with a low laugh as he smoothes his hair again.
“Yeah? Tell me then. Tell me why i am different.” A small silence - not so comfortable, more suspicious, charged with tension - settles between the two of you.
"Shit. It's just- God, Y/N. You leave me speechless."
"I have a great power of asking questions that people don't answer, hmm?" You laugh and go on. “I love doing this to you. You get all nervous.”
And Steve really got nervous. I mean, who wouldn't, right? A pretty girl asking why she looks different while looking at you with the brightest eyes and the most tempting smile in the world, who wouldn't be nervous? Even Steve The Hair Harrington, the charmer of women would.
Steve didn't know whether to appreciate you not seeing the other side of his sentences or hate it. He was obviously speechless not because of your question, but because of you, and thank god you didn't understand that. But he also hated that you didn't notice. All he wanted was for you to finally understand and jump into his arms, kissing him until he was breathless.
And Steve had to admit he was tired of having to imagine what your lips felt like every time he saw you. And he always imagined. But it seems that this time it was stronger. It was different. It was as if he really needed the feel of your mouth on his, not just the thought.
“Do you want to eat some junk while we talk and catch up?” You ask Steve that seems to be in some sort of trance. “Steve?”
“Yes, that would be great. Very very great.”
You just smile and run to your junk drawer. You get three candy bars, a potato and some candy.
“So, tell me. How are the kids? I really want to see them.” You talk as you sit on the floor with the food and tap the floor beside you as a signal for Steve to sit down. He sits.
“They are great. They asked about you every time they saw me. They really miss you. And im sure they prefer you. You're great."
“No fucking way. You are the babysitter. I'm just the helper.” You answer as you pass him a piece of the chocolate bar.
"Sorry to tell you but you're wrong." He talks as you finishes eating a piece of chocolate and he continues: “What about the boys? Seeing someone?” You laugh lightly at Steve's question.
It was no surprise between the two of you that you'd already kissed a few guys in your life. And you've always sensed a certain - big - interest from Steve in your love life. But you always thought it was normal. Something best friends like to know.
“I'm not seeing a person fixedly, you know? But i kissed a boy on the trip. We kind of dated? I don't know. He didn't ask directly but he was really cute."
And at that very moment Steve swore his heart would burst. You dating? No, no, no, you weren't dating. You were only seeing one guy, weren't you?
The idea of being traded for you by another boy was killing Steve. In fact, that was something that bothered Steve a lot. He knew that when you started seeing someone he would have to walk away. It's impossible for a guy not to be jealous of a male friend. Even more a best friend.
"Why do i get the feeling you didn't hear anything i said?" You ask yourself more. Slightly stressed that Steve was so off. “If you don't want to talk, tell me. Because honestly it feels like im talking to a wall. I can call Robs, she'll probably be more interested in-"
"Sorry. Y/N.” Steve cuts off your speech. “I want to hear everything you have to say, Absolutely everything. Very sorry. Keep going.”
And that was his day. Steve stayed from 2 pm until 12 pm at your house. Just talking to you. And if you hadn't practically forced him to go home because it was late he would have stayed longer. He would have stayed longer because he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to see your face. See the way your lips curve into a smile every time he says some stupid joke. Or how your hands are so soft as they caress your bed pillows.
And he went to sleep thinking about you. Thinking about how you left him breathless. How you had an effect on him like you never had before.
-
The second time Steve swore he would stop breathing was a week after you had arrived from your trip.
Steve had been working on Family Video for a year. And you went to visit him for the first time. You didn't warn him that you would. You just asked Robin what time he would be there. You got a ride with Nancy, who dropped you off and went to school to work on something she was writing.
When you get there, you open the door of the movie store, making Steve automatically looks over, preparing to charm the customer. He's only surprised when he sees it's you. That same strange sensation taking over all of his senses.
Your intoxicating scent invades his nostrils. His eyes seem to blur at the sight in front of him. The sharpest hearing looking for your voice. And the shortness of breath from your presence. Shit. It was killing him.
You looked so beautiful. You wore a short dress above the knee. That showed too much skin. He stood out perfectly with your eyes and combed hair. You crack a big smile as you see Steve. And damn, this time he's sure to pass out.
Steve already expected that this would happen every time he saw you until he learned to control himself again. What he didn't expect is that his beloved lower limb wouldn't control himself. He was behind the counter when he felt him hard. Holy shit. You were getting closer and he would have to find a way to hide it. Because he knew the minute you two hugged you would feel it.
"Hi!" You speak with a smile. “Big place you have here.” You say and continue, noticing a slight discomfort on Steve's face. “You're okay?” He just nods. “Get out of there, i want to see your new uniform. It used to be those super sexy shorts from Scoops Ahoy. I want to see what's new.” You tease. Looking at him with a pitying look that Steve was never able to deny, even more so now. He knew what he was facing and he knew the danger. But he couldn't say no to you. Never.
He comes out from behind the counter. Getting a good look from you. Looking from his head to his feet. To Steve you were judging him, when in fact you were melting at the sight in front of you.
“You look hot, Stevie.” You say teasing - when really you're telling the truth - "Killing all the ladies with this look, hmm?" You tease one more time. Getting dangerously close. Your hand touches the badge that says “Steve” positioned it correctly. Soon after, raising your gaze so that you could face him.
“You look pretty too. Is this dress new?” He chokes a little as he speaks. Looking away several times.
“Actually it is. Are you going through my wardrobe, Harrington?” You play one more time. Making Steve's heart flutter faster through the uniform that feels too tight at the moment. “Your heart is beating faster. Do i make you nervous?”
Holy fuck. He wants to kiss you now. Kiss you so hard and rip that dress off you, even though you look so beautiful in it. He wants to run out of breath from kissing you so much. He wants to memorize every part of you as he runs his hand through your hair and your thighs. He wants to smell you as he kisses and sucks your neck. He wants this more than anything.
He's wondering when you became so provocative, so seductive. He wanted you to know how crazy you are driving him. But, he just looks at you and says, “Not at all, sweetheart.” And now it's your heart's turn to beat hard at the pet name.
The way your heart beat made you recoil. Fear takes over you. Because you knew Steve didn't feel the same way. He was just like that, teasing everyone. It was normal. He was your best friend and that's all.
-
The third time you almost killed Steve you were at his house. The kids and you had gone to his house to watch a movie. But since it was already very late, Steve asked you to stay there.
Everyone was gone when you finally said, “I really need a shower. Will you borrow a shirt for me?”
"Sure. Get a towel in the first drawer and any shirt of mine in the second drawer, okay?” He answers.
“Yeah. Thanks.” You talk as you get up from the couch. Going quickly to his room, getting his things and locking yourself in the bathroom to shower.
A few minutes pass. You get ready in the bathroom. Combing your hair, brushing your teeth and putting on Steve's perfume. When you leave, Steve is still in the same position he was in when you left. "How do i look?" You say making Steve take his eyes off the television and look at you.
And once again it's the fucking feeling. The shortness of breath taking over Steve. He's breathing heavily - if he's breathing at all. - You're in his shirt. IN HIS FUCKING SHIRT. With wet hair and the prettiest look ever. This time he's already dead. He's already dead and only his soul is on that couch.
You start walking towards him, waiting for the answer he hasn't said so far. And maybe you've already guessed what's going through his head.
"You did not answer me." You mumble. Sitting next to him. The sofa absorbing your weight and sinking a little. Steve is looking at you. Just looking at you with those prying brown eyes. You are melting. Wanting to give what he's been asking for some time. "Will not you answer me?"
"I cant." He finally speaks. So low you're almost unable to hear it. "Because if i did, i would say things you can't hear."
“What do you want to tell me, Steve?” You ask, even though you already know the answer. And you're dangerously close again. Thighs touching, even a small touch it sent shivers through Steve's nerves, chills that made his whole body shiver.
“I would say you look perfect. And that you've always driven me crazy, but recently you've been killing me. You leave me breathless every time you pass.”
And that's enough. That was what you needed to hear.
And before you could move forward, he's already kissing you. Once, twice, until he realize he will never have enough. He's everywhere, on your back, in your arms, and suddenly he's kissing you harder, deeper, with an urgent, fervent need you've never known before.
He disconnects your lips so he can whisper, “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” When you still didn't say anything, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of your temple. “Or say it now.” He traced the line of your cheek. "Or now." His lips were against your. "Or-"
But you reached out and pulled him to you, and the rest of his words were lost in your mouth. He kissed you softly, but it wasn't kindness you wanted, not now, not after all this time. Then you clenched your fists in his shirt, pulling him tighter against you. He moaned softly, and then his arms went around your waist, pulling you against him.
When he's already laying you back against the couch, you smile against his lips before whispering, "Why haven't you told me anything in 15 years?"
“I was afraid of losing you, beautiful.” He kisses you one more time. "You're too good for me."
“I'm not. Stop saying that. You are perfect, Steve.” You stop kissing him. Hands cupping both of his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “Perfect.”
He sighs as he looks at you with eyes of love, affection and affection. "I love you. I love you since i knew the true meaning of the word love. Because you were the one who showed me what it is to love.” And he kisses you one more time. But it's not a sexual kiss, it's a kiss of love. He loves you and that's what matters. Even if it took a while, he's there.
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It had been a month since you guys started dating. And this was the first time you were going to visit Steve at work as his girlfriend.
And when everything goes like the first time, the bell rings, you walk towards Steve with the same big smile that leaves him out of breath. So breathless he's unable to think straight.
He can't believe it. How was he able to have the girl of his dreams? How did he stay with you after 15 years? How? Only how?
You're wearing a little dress in the same style as the first time, only the color is different. You look beautiful, as usual. You're approaching the counter, but he's already out of it. Running to get close to you.
“Hey.” You speak approaching. Steve automatically already wraps his arms around your waist. The urge to be close to you has never been greater than it is now that you're dating. “You look hot, Stevie. Killing all the ladies with this look, hmm?" You say as you move even closer. Lips brushing as Steve responds:
“You look pretty too. Is this dress new?” This time he doesn't choke before speaking, much less look away. He could not. Not when you're right there.
“Actually it is. Are you going through my wardrobe, Harrington?” You say with a huge smile. Making Steve's heart flutter faster just like the first time. “Your heart is beating faster. Do i make you nervous?”
"Actually, you make me breathless." He says, finally closing the space between the two of you. And Steve is sure he'll never get used to it. He's sure he's going to wake up and it's all going to be a long dream.
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Hello can i request a tmr Thomas imagine /he is my soulmate my boyfriend my love the love of my life my husb- you get it ! 😍😅😜/ when the reader is in our reality , when she read the tmr book her comfort character appear in front of her with a smile in his face because one the reader love him so much than even in a other universe he notice and two because he want to ask her to be in his world and he know that she will accept ( if she go in their world she will be magically immune )
Thanks you again if yo don’t understand tell me 😅😍
Ps :
Im sorry for fangirling like that
Hug 🫂
ok but this idea >>>
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“Please don’t tell me you’re reading The Maze Runner again.”
The words, cruel and totally unwarranted, ring out across the room. You refuse to give your accuser even one iota of eye contact, preferring instead to keep your eyes firmly locked onto the page of your book.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if I was reading The Maze Runner, that would be totally fine.”
Your friend, cruel and undeservingly spiteful towards your love of charmingly dystopian universes, rolls her eyes. “Maybe it’s because you read it all the time. There are other books in the world, you know?”
You can’t help but grin. “Yes, but none of them are about the Maze. You’re missing my point.”
“Actually,” your friend grumbles, “I think you’re missing mine. You do realize that rereading the same book isn’t going to make it any more real, right?”
You laugh. “Obviously, I’m not totally insane. Still, it would be fun if it was real. That’s why I’m reading it.”
Your voice trails off a little. No matter how it sounds, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it sometimes, what it would be like to wake up in your favorite fictional world. It would be perfect, of course, skies always blue except for when you’re getting kissed in the rain, and although it would have to be thrillingly dangerous, you’d never be in any actual harm.
Your friend, picking up on this hesitation, groans. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering what it would be like to live in that world. Maybe you should become an engineer, figure out how to make a portal so you can travel between fictional universes.”
You arch a brow, considering her with a barely concealed smile. “What, so you can travel to Mystic Falls?”
Your friend’s mouth drops in mock horror. “Hey, The Vampire Diaries is peak TV. Don’t even try to argue with me.”
You hold up your hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“Good,” your friend says, “because it’s not like The Maze Runner is the height of classic literature, either.”
“Are you here for a reason, or just to bash on The Maze Runner?” You ask, and your friend scoffs.
“Although that’s one of my favorite things to do,” she comments under her breath, then continues in a louder voice, “that’s not all, no. I was just going to say that I’m going to head back to my place. My mom’s freaking out, apparently there’s a bad storm hitting soon. You want to come with me? We can make hot chocolate and watch something.”
You smile at the thought. “It sounds fun, but my parents are out and I need to make sure we’re not going to lose power during the storm. Have fun watching The Vampire Diaries, though.”
She frowns. “How’d you know I was going to watch The Vampire Diaries?”
You laugh. “Just a hunch. See you soon.”
Your friend waves goodbye, and a few moments later you hear the roar of her car’s engine as she pulls away into the night. You tuck contentedly back into The Maze Runner, but you’ve only been able to progress a chapter or two further into the novel before the storm settles upon you.
It rushes down around your house, sheets of rain appearing out of nowhere to beat against your windows. The sky has turned an odd shade of green, and you silently hope that your friend was able to make it back to her house before the storm got too bad. Already, your lights are starting to flicker, casting your living room alternately in shadow and light in irregular intervals.
A loud sound from outside makes you flinch. Carefully putting down your book, you walk over to the windows, angling to try and get a good view of what’s going on outside. You can’t see much, though, the air is dark and battered by furious rainfall. You shiver slightly. This area hasn’t been hit by a storm this bad in quite some time, so you hope that everything will be alright.
A strange humming sound jars you from your thoughts, and the air suddenly seems pierced by a strange fervor, like you’re standing too close to a stream of electricity. You peer through the window in the hopes of seeing something, perhaps a tree struck by lightning, but all you see is this faint glow. The problem is that it doesn’t seem like it’s outside, more like it’s reflected on the glass. Like it’s instead coming from the inside of the house, right behind you.
You turn around slowly, and feel your blood freeze like ice in your veins, slowing all your thoughts to a dull stillness. There’s a shimmering sheet of energy blocking off half of your room. It glows a strange gray, and although you can’t see what’s behind it, you swear it no longer leads to any part of your house.
It reminds you of something, but for some reason you can’t quite put your finger on what that is. You draw closer to it, curious, but it remains there nonetheless. An earth shattering clap of thunder makes you startle, and you swear that the shimmering gray wall flinches with you. You don’t know how, but a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this won’t last forever, whatever it is.
Drawn by some strange fascination, you reach out a hand to touch the gray surface. Your hand goes straight through, sending waves of tingling electricity rippling up your arm. You can still twitch your fingers on the other side, they just feel slightly different. The further in you go, the more you can feel a summer breeze, bright sun against your skin.
Thunder crashes again outside, and your lights give up their fight, plunging the room into black. You can’t see a thing, and when you trip over an uneven fold in the carpet, you manage to stumble forward just enough to walk fully through the shimmering gray wall.
For a moment, you’re not sure of anything. A wave of cold ripples over you, drawing over your limbs like being encased in ice. Just when you’re certain that it may go on forever, trapping you in a neverending plunge of chill, you open your eyes and find yourself standing in the middle of a grassy field.
You’re not alone in your strange new world. Already, shouts of alarm are echoing around you, and figures start to race towards you. As your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the noon sun, you realize that they’re all teenage boys, with the exception of one girl, her long dark hair tangling in the breeze.
What catches your attention most of all isn’t the boys, though, nor the miracle of the grass beneath your feet, the disappearing storm. No, you’re frozen in place, staring with shock at the massive stone walls blocking out the far edges of this field. There are four gaps in the stone, large enough to be doors. The Doors.
This can’t be happening. There’s no way you could be here, no possible reason for any of this to make sense, no earthly reasoning, but yet here you are, in the Glade. You’re staring at the walls of the Maze, and somehow, you’ve ended up in your favorite book.
You’re in the world of The Maze Runner.
Your first reaction is to panic. Sure, it had been fun to picture ending up in this universe, but it had always been your choice in your all-too-vivid imagination, your idea to cross over. Now, you’re stumbling blind, no preparation whatsoever for the fact that the boy currently racing to you to demand just what you’re doing here is Alby, head of the Glade.
He glares at you in bewilderment, and you want to comment that this is such an Alby reaction, but you don’t think it would go over all that well.
“Who are you, and how did you just show up in the middle of nowhere? No Box or anything?”
You blink at him in surprise, and a blond boy by his side sighs in consternation. “She’s not going to know what the Box is, Alby. Look at her. She’s bloody terrified.”
You frown. “I’m not terrified, just confused. How am I here?”
Newt, for of course it is he, shrugs a shoulder. “We’d like to know the same thing. Most of the time, we get our newbies once a month. They don’t show up like you, though, out of nowhere.”
“It wasn’t out of nowhere,” you argue, “it was–”
Your eyes widen as you realize at last how you recognized the shimmering wall of gray. It came from this world after all.
“It was a Flat Trans,” you finish, and Teresa, who has just come up short beside you, lets out a startled gasp.
“How do you know about that?” She asks, her voice barely a hissing whisper.
Instantly, she seems to regret her reaction. After all, she’s not supposed to have her memory back, even though any casual reader would know that she’s been faking it this whole time. Judging by the look Teresa shoots you, she’s just as aware of that as you are.
No one questions Teresa on her sudden outburst, however, because another boy has shown up to the scene, this one issuing questions in a booming voice so as to drown out everyone else.
“Hold it, hold it. Why is this girl not immediately in the Slammer? Obviously, she’s not someone to be trusted. Why wouldn’t she come up in the Box? Also, she’s the third arrival this month. Something’s up, and I promise you it’s her fault.”
You groan before you can stop yourself. “Oh, shut up, Gally. No one asked you.”
Gally frowns. “How did you know my name?”
A dark-haired boy standing in between Teresa and Newt chuckles under his breath, but quickly fixes his face into the picture of innocence when Gally shoots him an irritated look.
Alby steps in again, hands raised. “Alright, alright. No one knows what’s going on, and we can’t just throw people in the Slammer because we don’t know who they are. Let’s call a Gathering, alright? Get all the Keepers, we’re going to need to sort this out. You too, Thomas,” he continues, as the dark-haired boy starts to walk away, “You and Teresa both, along with the new girl. Gally’s not wrong, something’s obviously going on.”
Thomas’ brow furrows. “I have nothing to do with this. Trust me, I know just as little about this as you do.”
Alby sighs. “I know that, but don’t you think it’s weird that three Greenies showed up this month instead of one? Even if you don’t know a thing, you’re still an anomaly.”
Thomas looks displeased by that, but shrugs his shoulders at last and looks towards a crooked wooden building that must be the Homestead. Teresa’s called off by Newt, leaving you alone with one of your favorite literary characters. You try not to let it go to your head.
Thomas shoots you a quizzical look once the other Gladers start to trickle off, their show over for the time being. “You really don’t know how you ended up here?”
You spread your hands as the two of you being walking. “No idea. One minute, I’m in my house, next I’m being surrounded by irritable Gladers. Did you see anything?”
Thomas shakes his head. “I was supposed to be trying out with the Track-Hoes to see if I’d do well with their job.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So is that a no or a yes?”
He chuckles in spite of himself. “Well, I might have been looking for a chance to get out of work a little, so maybe I wasn’t entirely focused on the crops. Still, I didn’t see a thing. One minute, it’s just another day, next everyone’s freaking out about a girl appearing out of nowhere.”
You grimace. “Two girls show up, and they both don’t go over well. It’s not a great track record.”
“Wait,” Thomas asks, suddenly suspicious, “how’d you know that Teresa’s arrival wasn’t normal?”
You freeze. Technically, you shouldn’t know a thing about this. If you’re not careful, you’re going to reveal yourself. It occurs to you that you have a choice about how all of this goes down. You could reveal to the Gladers that they’re just characters in a book, which could go a number of ways, most likely all bad.
Or, you could feign ignorance, and pretend that you have no idea that they’re all going to go through the worst trauma of their lives within the next few months. You don’t know how it would go, trying to fix the story, but you’ve read enough books to know that prophecies usually come true, even if the guidelines of oracles are locked within the supposed plotline of a fan favorite dystopia.
So, you lift a shoulder, and do your best to seem unconcerned. “I don’t know, I figured from Gally’s attitude alone that a girl showing up in the Box would cause some problems.”
This seems to satisfy Thomas, because he grins again. “Yeah, you can say that for sure. He’s got a bit of a temper.”
You smile. “Just a little bit. I think I figured that out for myself.”
The two of you have reached the doors of the Homestead, but instead of going inside, Thomas catches at your arm, bringing you to a stop. His voice is suddenly urgent, and drops a few decibels to ensure that nobody can overhear you.
“Listen,” he says, “I don’t know who you are, or what you know, but you seem like somebody we can trust. These guys may not feel the same, though. Just be careful, alright? Don’t give them reasons to be suspicious of you. I already had to go through a Gathering of my own, it’s not fun. I want you to stick around, but that means you have to keep your head.”
For some reason, his words make your heart do a loop in your chest. Thomas has no reason to trust you, yet he does. It’s everything you could have ever hoped to hear.
“I’ll be cautious,” you promise him, “and thank you, Thomas. I’m glad to have a friend.”
He smiles back at you. “Hey, no problem. I remember what it was like when it felt like everyone was against you. I don’t want you to go through the same thing.”
A shout echoes out from the Homestead, and the two of you head inside. It’s time for you to defend yourself.
From the second you enter the room of the Gathering, you can tell that Gally is gunning for you. You glance around at the assembled Keepers, trying to figure out both which characters they are and who would be on your side. Zart and Newt look welcoming, Alby keeps himself carefully neutral, but Winston and Gally both seem uneasy. Well, no one said this was going to be easy.
Just as you feel the nerves crest over you, you glance over your shoulder and see Thomas standing right by your side. He flashes you a smile, and just like that, you’re certain you can carry on.
Alby begins the questioning, asking you what you remember from traveling here, what your world was like, if you remember anything about theirs. You answer as best you can, making sure all the while to not give anything too damning away, like the fact that you read the story of his eventual death as something to calm your nerves after a long day. It sounds terrible now that you’re face to face with him, doesn’t it?
You present the narrative that you’re just as lost as they are. You talk about saying goodbye to your friend, how the storm surged, your reaction when the shimmering wall of gray appeared out of nowhere and what it was like to step through. You’re protected by your obvious confusion, because the truth is simple: you have no idea what’s going on, and neither do they.
Despite Gally’s hemming and hawing, when the Keepers take a vote on what to do with you, they all agree that you shouldn’t end up in the Slammer for something that clearly isn’t your fault. They talk to Thomas and Teresa for a little while, making sure that neither of them have any recollection of you, but it’s plain to see that no one has a hand in this.
Eventually, you walk out of the Homestead with the threat of an increased eye on you, but no major punishment. Basically, you’ll go about like you’re a regular Greenie, and nothing more has to happen.
Thomas catches up to you once the Gathering is over. “So,” he asks, “what did you think? Are you sufficiently intimidated by our Keepers?”
You laugh at that. “I think Winston did an excellent job with his death stare.”
Thomas nods sagely. “I’ll tell him all his practice paid off. Seriously, though, I’m glad it worked out.”
You smile. “So am I.”
The two of you walk in companionable silence around the Glade, but just as you near a section of the walls, Thomas taps your shoulder, indicating that you should stop.
You frown at him. “What is it?”
Thomas reaches into his belt and pulls out a knife. He hands it to you, jerking his chin towards the wall. “Well, you’re a Glader now, aren’t you? That means you have to officially join our ranks.”
You follow his gaze and realize where you are. The names of all the other Gladers have been carved here, some crossed out, others so old that the edges have been worn smooth. You can see Newt’s slanting script, Minho’s capital letters, Ben’s name, the slash through it still new. And there, just beneath Alby’s name, Thomas’ carving, slightly lopsided but still so perfectly him that you want to smile.
You stare at the knife in your palm, then walk forward, placing the tip of the blade against the wall and beginning to engrave the first letter of your name.
“This is more difficult than you guys made it seem,” you mutter under your breath.
Thomas squints at you. “What?”
You shake your head hastily. “Nothing. Alright, I’m done. What do you think?”
You hand the knife back to Thomas, who takes it with a grin. “Looks nice. Alright, you’re a Glader now.”
“Just like that?” You ask.
“Just like that,” he confirms, “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, I can promise it’s not nearly as fun as you might think.”
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “I don’t know, I think I’m pretty glad to be here.”
Thomas gives you a strange look, but you don’t bother to explain yourself. After all, how could you possibly put what you’re feeling right now into words? You’re in the Glade, talking casually with Thomas as if it’s nothing at all. Even though you know that danger is looming on the horizon, you couldn’t be happier.
Danger does come, of course, it races towards the Glade at a breakneck pace. You’ve barely been in the Glade for a couple of days before things start going wrong. The Sun disappears, the sky quickly turning a blank gray. You remember that WICKED is letting the place fall apart in the hopes of prodding the Gladers to launch an escape, but the boys don’t know that, and it freaks them out.
It freaks you out too, in all honesty. Once you remember that the Doors are going to stop closing, it hits you that you’re in just as much peril as the rest of them. After all, James Dashner never clarified that you were going to make it out because he never even put you in the story in the first place.
Besides, what if you being here means that more of the Gladers end up dying? You’re going to be taking water, weapons, food away from someone else. You have no guarantee that this will end the same way as the actual book. All of a sudden, messing with the storyline doesn’t sound that great.
Despite your best attempts at secrecy, you must seem fairly nervous, because Thomas approaches you at dinner, casually sliding into a seat next to you. He arches a brow, giving you a once over.
“This is really getting to you, huh?” He asks.
You frown. “What does that mean?”
Thomas shrugs. “You look nervous. I mean, I know things aren’t going well, but you’re going to be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”
He seems so certain of himself. You only wish that you could share in his relentless optimism.
“You don’t know that,” you counter, but Thomas shakes his head.
“I’ll figure something out. That’s what we do around here, I’ve learned that. You still have time to learn it, too.”
You chuckle. “I didn’t realize everyone was so nice to their Greenies. Is there any reason for this, or are you just a natural saint?”
Thomas laughs as well. “I have my own reasons, yes. Maybe I like being around you. Is that so surprising?”
You stare at him, then break out into a slow smile. “Not entirely,” you say, and Thomas smiles back at you. Forget the Maze, right now you feel damned invincible.
It doesn’t last, of course. True to the book, the Doors refuse to close, and you’re sunk into a relentless cycle of nights lit by fire, pierced by the screams of boys who are taken by the Grievers and won’t ever come back. Thomas stays by your side, just as promised, but that doesn’t mean that you forget what it’s like to watch someone die before your eyes.
Eventually, though, the time comes to break free, and you do so with a surging confidence unlike anything you’ve felt before. You race into the Maze with the other Gladers, and although the fight to defeat the Grievers long enough to shut it all down is costly, it works. You have your fair share of bloody cuts and stolen breaths, but it is finished at last.
You go through the next bit on autopilot. The Gladers find the wrecked ruin of WICKED, they’re rescued by people who definitely aren’t just another group of WICKED soldiers, and you’re all supposedly free. You have warm food to eat, clean clothes, everything.
What’s more, you have something that you haven’t considered in a very long time: a way home. Once all of the surviving Gladers sit in a ragged circle, leaning against the walls and each other as they catch their breath at last, a new man walks in. His eyes are beady, reminding you of a rat, and he eyes you with an odd smile.
“Miss Y/N?” He asks, regarding you with the deliberate air of someone who thinks themselves much too clever, “Would you like to go back to your world?”
Instantly, all conversation comes to a screeching halt. You can feel the weight of the Gladers’ stares pressing in around you. They’re all aware that you came here from somewhere else, but the option of going back was never even remotely feasible, so none of you considered it at all. Now, though? It looks like that’s a definite possibility.
You swallow hard, fighting to get the words out through a suddenly dry throat. “What? How would that even work?”
The man shrugs, tapping idly on a portable screen in front of him as if multiversal travel is the least of his concerns at the moment. “We can get you a Flat Trans. It wouldn’t be hard.”
He glances around at the Gladers, as if suddenly aware of the growing tension rattling throughout the room. “Take a few minutes to make your decision, of course. I’ll be waiting.”
He settles himself into a chair in a corner of the room, and you are left to determine your future in a matter of minutes.
Thomas, who has been sitting next to you, turns to you with a desperate stare. “Are you going to do it?”
You shake your head slowly. “I have no idea. I don’t know what to think.”
He nods mechanically. “Well, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like a really good place. No Mazes, you know.”
You laugh weakly. “Yeah, no Mazes. That’s a really great selling point.”
Thomas’ eyes fly up to meet yours. “Does that mean you’re leaving?”
It occurs to you that he is terrified of the choice you’re going to make. Thomas’ entire being is turned towards you, both deeply afraid of your answer and unable to live another second without knowing.
A thousand thoughts race through your mind. Memories, inside jokes, laughter, all occuring in your world. Your best friend, your parents. Going to your favorite classes at school, bemoaning the worst ones. Taking walks outside, marveling at the fresh air. Spring flowers, in bloom and gone within a week. Your entire life has happened there, all except the last few weeks.
All that, and yet, when you think of all the times you had been purely happy, when you had been living, really living, the kind you hear about in books but never get to experience for yourself, it all happened here, in the Glade. You have never felt anything like this world, and if you leave now, you know for a fact that you never will.
So, you stand up and clear your throat. The ratlike man in the corner nods at you, putting down his portable screen for the first time since he showed up.
“Well?” He asks, tone so casual despite the fact that your entire life is at stake. “What’ll it be?”
Thomas’ eyes are wide as he stares at you, like he can’t bear to drag his gaze from you. You can tell from the hunch of his shoulders that he’s certain what you’re about to say, that you’re going to leave him once and for all, never to return again. It’s a shame, then, that you’re about to prove him wrong.
“I’m staying,” you say, and you don’t know that any words have ever felt so right.
The man nods. “Alright, well, don’t say we never tried. I hope that you made the right choice.”
Looking over at Thomas, whose entire face has lit up, you know for certain that you have. You sink back down to the floor, and Thomas leans closer, unable to stop a smile from growing across his face.
“Really?” He asks, delighted, “you’re not going to go?”
You smile back at him. “Why would I? I have all I need right here. What, are you sad you couldn’t get rid of me quite yet?”
Thomas grins. “Not exactly.”
To explain himself, he closes the distance between the two of you at last and kisses you. A storm of fireworks goes off in your chest, a thousand shades of colors you’ll never be able to describe again. Just like that, you’re living. Just like that, you have never been happier.
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A Tragedy, really. (An Underfell Story)
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, dust, etc.
*As you enter the room, lost and alone, you hear the sound of a book closing. It's clear and concise, and you take a step back when you notice a mysterious woman sitting at the table. She is carefully tapping a book.
"A visitor?" The voice was as clear as bells. As you feel someone touch your shoulder, she laughs. You startle as she hums.
*You inquire as to your location. She hums while running her hands across a desk.
"Oh. The place in between. The archive, I dare say." The woman hums as she notices your tenseness. She turns her head slightly towards you. "I mean no harm to you, dear one… But you've come to learn about Underfell, right?"
*You nod in agreement, your voice trembling slightly as she hums and sits down. You inquire as to how she knows this.
"Oh, dearest one, I know a lot of things." The lady spins a little. You nod, and she grins. "Are you sure you're going to stand all day?" With a Cheshire grin, she inquires.
*You rigorously nod.
"Then take a seat! Sit." As the desk changes to a small table appear, the woman smiles. She motions to the table and chairs. She takes a sip of her tea. "Peppermint or chamomile? Is there anything else?" The woman inquires calmly.
*As the tea appears in front of you, you voice your preference. There are also sugar cubes, milk, and other items. You make tea with your favorite ingredients. You cast a suspicious glance at the tea. She laughs with the sound of a wind chime.
"It's not poison, sweetie." You nod as the woman leans on her hands. "What are you interested in now?" The woman inquires calmly. She smiles as she stirs her tea. She drinks it after bringing it to her lips.
*You inquire about the brothers. You notice the woman pause for a second before laughing.
"Those two? Well, if you say so." The lady spins in her chair while sipping her tea. "What do you want to know?" The woman turns her head to face you.
*You gulp hesitantly as you inquire about their families and scars. She looks at you with interest.
"Oh? Those insignificant details?" The woman rests her weight on her fingers. She smiles as she tilts her head. Her face can't be seen clearly. "Well. Let's get started." She gives a dark smile.
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Kori, a powerful and brave Royal Guard, lived a long time ago. She was a skeleton monster who also happened to be a beloved mother and hero. She had two children, Sans and Papyrus, but for the sake of clarity, we'll refer to them as Cardinal and Captain. She had a husband, Gaster, but for the sake of the story, we'll call him Salamander.
"Cardinal, Captain!" Kori calls as she completes her breakfast preparations. Salamander walks past Kori and kisses her.
"Mom! I'm ready!" Captain says with a smile on his face. Kori laughs as she takes up the small skeleton.
"Oh? For your first day at school? I certainly hope so." As Cardinal grabs Kori's shirt, she smiles. She strokes his skull. Salamander gives a wave and walks away.
What a cute family, don't you agree?
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"Did you really think you could get away with it?" Kori huffs as she places a criminal at someone's feet.
"You're always the hero, Kori." Kori nods as her friend smiles. Kori begins to pack her belongings. "Are you ready to go home, Kori?" Her friend inquires. Kori gives a nod.
"My children are expecting me. Captain's birthday has arrived." Kori waves as she smiles. As Kori returns home, the group smiles and waves. She bakes the cake and prepares the food.
"Are you working hard, my dear?" Salamander inquires. Kori snorts as he hugs her from behind.
"You know it. It's Captain's birthday." Kori smiles as she kisses Salamander.
"He'll enjoy it." Salamander softly coos. Kori smiles and nods as she works on the cake. She became concerned when Captain and Cardinal were late arriving at the house. "They're late..." Salamander whispers, concerned.
"I'm going to look for them," Kori says immediately. Salamander nods, a bad feeling in his soul. Kori immediately departs, followed by Salamander. When she hears the sound of crying, she runs and calls for her sons. She rushes over to it, and her eye lights dim. Her other son was protecting her sobbing above her child. "Cardinal, Captain!" Kori calls to the two.
"Mom!" Captain sobbed as Kori charged and pushed the child back, feeling her soul freeze as a gun aimed again. She is kicked, but she does not give up. She growls, pushing her children behind her. "Mom-"
"Run." Kori gives a cold order. Captain blinks.
"Wha- Mom, no!" Cardinal protests, but Kori returns her gaze to the two. As she pushes them back, her eye lights glow.
"Run. Find your father. I'm going to be fine." Kori issues another command. Cardinal looks at his mother, nods, grabs his brother's hand, and runs. Kori positions herself in front of the child, blocking her children's view. "Now. You must deal with me."
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*You inquire as to what transpired. As she looks up, the woman hums.
"Her dust was discovered, but the child was not." The woman reclines and hums. "Justice's soul was alive… Cardinal, on the other hand, pursued and killed them." She drinks her tea.
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"Cardinal!" Salamander called out while holding Captain. When he saw blood, he called again, and his SOUL froze. He rushes over and notices Cardinal panting and bleeding from his mouth. The child was discovered dead on the ground. "Cardinal-"
"They murdered Mom." Cardinal responded coldly. Salamander tensed, his gaze frozen on his babybones son. "They…" Cardinal sobs as he falls to his knees. "They murdered Mom…"
Salamander grabs his son and whispers, "Cardinal…" Of course, he informed the King of the death.
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*You fix your gaze on the woman humming. That, you say, is terrifying.
"Well, children do stupid things… Especially when their mother was murdered by a human." As she leans back, the woman responds with a hum.
*You hesitantly ask what happens to Salamander. She smiles as she leans forward.
"He was erased from existence." The woman hums as she drinks some more of her tea. "It's the same old story... But let's move on to Captain's scar."
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"You cross my path?" Captian snarls at the group. The opposing cat monster is growling back at Captain. He was surrounded, he couldn't beat them, but he wasn't going to let them see him shake. He was so insignificant in comparison to them.
"Yes. We do." As they all charged him, the opposing cat monster snarled. When an explosion went off, he fought back. As he grabbed his eye, he cried in pain. He growls in agony as he loses consciousness. He passes out. It wasn't until hours later that he felt someone shake him.
"Captain-Captain!" says the captain. He could hear his brother trying to wake him up. Captain groans softly and tenses as pain pierces his skull. "Don't move, Captain- You're hurt real bad-" Cardinal's voice was trembling. Captain can hardly see because blood has obscured his vision. His brother was trembling as he examined him. He feels a towel brush up against his face.
"It hurts, Cardinal-" Cardinal nods as Captain sobs.
"I know, bro, I know…. I'll bring you to Pops. You'll be fine." Cardinal reassures his brother as he assists him in walking. As he moved, blood stained the snow. Captain was unaware of the dust that was surrounding him.
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"It's a tragedy, really." As she leans back, the woman hums. She smirked as you felt your consciousness return.
*You inquire as to what is going on, but she shrugs and smiles sadly.
"You're starting to wake up. You've discovered what you require." The woman waves as you begin to awaken. You notice a small note on your desk, but it's only a "see you soon" note written in a handwriting you don't recognize.
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To Love Who Wears The Crown Pt. 9
Pairing: Modern Royals: King!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: not a single one at all
Genre: fluff it's all fluff
Summary: You meet the king of Andia by chance when he hosts a ball and he's immediately taken with you, enough to invite you to spend your summer at the palace with him while he formally courts you. Although he's everything you could dream of from the moment you arrive, nothing is ever straightforward in the world of powerful people. Who would have thought that when you tripped over his feet at a dance you'd eventually have to find out what it means to love a king.
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Monica's arrival at the palace brought you more relief than you could voice when you saw her. She's been staying here since Izzy brought her back a few days ago and you're hesitant to let her go home when the time comes. For now, Bucky has agreed it's safer for her to stay here with you.
"I can't believe you fake poisoned the king?" Monica scoffs as you walk with her to the music room.
"Well we had moles and I needed to convince them so they'd convince Zemo and you'd be set free. No offense to James but I didn't exactly wanna rely on his acting skills." You shrug.
"I warned you to be careful and that was your plan?"
"I was careful. You're safe, Zemo's outsmarted, the rats have been arrested- I'd say it was all very much a success." You say.
"I'm surprised the king isn't mad at you for basically incapacitating him."
"Honestly I was a little worried about that but then I explained that relying on his acting skills alone was too risky."
"I mean I get the reason you did it but it was still a wild choice."
"I did what needed to be done to protect the people I care about." You drape your arm over her shoulders and tug her closer to you. Monica laughs and loops her arm across your back.
"So what happens to Izzy now?" Monica asks.
"She's moving with her mother into the city. She'll get another job somewhere that's not the palace." You shrug.
"That's a bummer." Monica hums.
"I dunno Mon, I mean I know she helped us in the end but still- considering her actions were grounds for execution I think firing her and allowing her to stay in the city was the nicest thing Bucky could've allowed. I know one of the advisors wanted to push for her exile."
"Exile!?" Monica gasps.
"Well, the argument is that she's not technically Andian and since she did commit multiple acts of treason, why would they want her to stay in the kingdom when she could pose a threat to the king."
"Yeah but she was being blackmailed." She frowns.
"I know, so does James, that's why he didn't exile her, but even with her help in freeing you, since that wasn't a political move, it's hard to make a case for why she should remain employed here. Especially after feeding information to another kingdom."
"I guess I just feel bad for the kid- punished for the carelessness of her father."
"Don't worry Mon, Izzy will be just fine. Since she likes fashion so much I got her a connection with some small shops in the city." You tell her.
"You did?"
"Of course I did. I wasn't sure what her mom's condition was and I wanted to make sure she had an opportunity so she could support them both if she needs to." You shrug. Monica hums and nods at your explanation.
"I'm glad. She was always so nice when I was visiting."
"Yeah, I think she felt really guilty about her involvement in all that- apparently she asked about you whenever Zemo called her."
"What a weird situation." Monica muses.
"Oh that reminds me Mon I think you should move." You tell her.
"What?"
"I mean, you were taken right from your house right? That means Zemo knows where you live and can just snatch you right back up if he wants to get to me again." You frown.
"I mean he doesn't have any inside men anymore though, how would he use me to get to you if he can't get to you?"
"He doesn't have to kidnap me to blackmail me with your life Monica. I really think you should move. Somewhere in the city maybe?" You suggest.
"I dunno y/n, I don't wanna let this control my life ya know?"
"I understand that but- it's not safe there Monica." You frown.
"What happens if you leave here? Will you move too?" She asks.
"Well I- I don't think I really plan on leaving here." You mutter quietly. Monica's face slowly morphs to one of excited surprise as she registers your words.
"Wait a minute are you telling me that if he got down on one knee you'd say yes?!" She gasps.
"Keep your voice down Monica. There are guards everywhere." You laugh.
"Answer the question y/n do you want to marry this man?" She beams at you.
"I'd really like to." You nod.
"When did that happen?! And why didn't you say anything sooner?!"
"Well I mean, I've been thinking about it basically since I got here because ya know that's like obviously the end goal of this entire courting thing but I think this whole situation with Zemo really tipped the scale. I mean he's been nothing but sweet from the very beginning but it's easy to be sweet when everything is going well. This whole thing really made me feel like we make a good team. He's the only person who has ever made me feel supported the way you do Mon and I think that's the best benchmark there could be." You explain to her.
"Wow that's so cute I think I'm going to need a dentist." She gushes.
"Plus I mean- he put his faith in me to weed out the traitors and trick another monarch."
"Only a nut would let his girlfriend of six months plan espionage on that type of scale- especially if the girlfriend is you." Monica nods and you shove her slightly as you laugh.
"You're so fucking annoying." You scoff.
"You love me, don't try to deny it you fake poisoned your boyfriend who’s the king to try and rescue me."
"Whatever." You roll your eyes, though the smile still sits on your face.
"Have you told him that you feel this way?"
"Absolutely not." You shake your head.
"Well why not?"
"We've been together less than a year, wouldn't it be odd to tell him I'm ready to marry him? Like isn't it a bit soon to start considering marriage?"
"Soon is relative plus no one said you had to get married next week, but there's no harm in telling him you're ready for that step. I mean you're functionally a married couple already, living together, sharing meals, the works. I doubt it would drastically change things if he knew you're all in." She shrugs.
"I mean when he first suggested we make an announcement to Andia about our courting I asked if he was proposing and he said not yet but if all goes the way he wants that'll come later." You tell her. "I think telling him can wait, it's not like I'm rushing to the alter."
"I mean if you wanna be a coward fine." She scoffs.
"Bitch!" You chuckle through shock.
"I'm kidding of course! In all honesty though, I think you're perfectly suited for each other. I mean, I wasn't here for all the scheming and shit but since you were successful you're clearly a force to be reckoned with together." She shrugs. "I mean you were a force to be reckoned with alone but as long as he's complementing that I fully support this relationship."
"I am glad you get along. It'd be totally awkward if you didn't."
"I think you'd have left by now if we didn't. Especially since I met him so early on. You weren't attached that first time we all had dinner it was like a week in so you’d definitely be back home right now if we didn't get along."
"I guess you're right. What a different life we'd be living if that happened." You muse.
Monica actually did end up moving into the city. Claiming there were better opportunities here but honestly you think she was mostly motivated by your argument that her old place wasn't safe. Regardless of the reason, you definitely feel better knowing she's moved. Plus she's closer, and that's way more convenient for hanging out.
"You're telling me Izzy made all of these dresses?" Monica shouts from your closet.
"Not all of them. She made quite a few but not all. Some I bought from shops in the city." You tell her.
"Well have you decided which one you'll wear tonight?" She walks out of your closet and flops onto your bed next to you. Today is Bucky's birthday, and he's decided to throw a party for the first time since he took the throne.
"I was thinking one of the gold ones or maybe purple? James doesn't have a theme so it's hard to narrow down what would be good." You shrug.
"Gold or purple? That's where your mind went?"
"Well yeah, do you have a better idea? Wait what are you wearing?"
"I've got this light pink dress I've been dying to test out." She shrugs.
"Pink huh." You hum.
"I think you should go with gold." She pushes herself back up and walks back into your closet.
"I've got a few gold dresses." You call after her.
"So we'll look at them all." She says like it's obvious. It only takes her a few minutes to pull out your four gold dresses.
"Officer Williams!" You shout. A moment later your bedroom door is opened by one of the guards outside of it.
"Yes y/n?" He asks.
"Can one of you find Kate or Natasha please? I'd like some input on something." You tell him.
"I'll look for them." He nods before closing the door.
"You're going to ask them what dress you should wear?"
"In case we're both too indecisive to pick one." You nod as Monica sets the dresses up around the room. One on the bed, another draped on the vanity, the other two over chairs in your room. One of the dresses is a short metallic tube dress and certainly not the look you want for tonight, another is a spaghetti strap a-line dress that stops above the knee and the last two are floor length gowns, one form fitting covered in sparkles and the other off the shoulder with beading and a flowy skirt.
"Well I definitely think you should go with one of the long ones." Monica hums after eyeing all the dresses for several minutes. Before you answer her, your door is pushed open as Natasha and Kate enter.
"Val said you needed us?" Kate says.
"Monica is trying to help me pick a gown for tonight but she's more indecisive than I am so I figured another opinion could help. Although, I didn't need to pull both of you. I told him or." You muse.
"I say the more the merrier. Which of these long dresses do you like better?" Monica asks them.
"Are the short ones already out of the running?" Kate asks.
"Yes that's why I didn't ask about them." Monica nods.
"Well depends, y/n are you trying to seduce him for his birthday?" Natasha asks.
"Is that a serious question?" You blink at her.
"Yes? It's not so outlandish to ask." She shrugs.
"I'm not trying to seduce him for his birthday, no." You snort.
"Well then maybe not the sparkly one. I think the old man would have a heart attack." She says.
"I like the sparkles." Kate says.
"Sparkles are nice, but I'm kind of very much feeling the other one. Do you think sparkles are more on par with the event?" You ask.
"I don't think it matters as long as you're satisfied with the choice." Kate says.
"I personally don't think it's more par but Kate's right, just wear what will make you pleased with your choice." Natasha says.
"Then, I think I'll go with the beads." You hum. "It's not too flashy, is it?" You add a moment later.
"It's perfect." Kate nods.
"Y/n, you're the king's girlfriend, people expect flashy from you." Natasha tells you.
“Yeah but I don’t want to upstage him though. It’s his birthday not mine.”
"You're going to look perfect." Kate says.
"Thanks." You sigh. Natasha's phone goes off then and she checks the device.
"Sheesh- I hate having to oversee parties. If you marry Bucky y/n, I will not be planning your wedding. Come on Kate we have to go." Natasha says.
"We can hire a wedding planner if it gets to that point." You laugh.
"Wait- do you want it to get to that point?" Kate asks.
"I- well yeah, but it's not up to me alone. I'm only half of the couple." You say.
"Come on Kate!" Natasha says practically tugging her out of your room before she can respond. Once they're gone, you and Monica start getting ready for the party seeing as it starts in under an hour. By the time you're both done and heading to the ballroom, you can hear that the event has begun.
"Oh my days people are already here." Monica gasps.
"Yes, these events are quick to start and slow to finish honestly." You tell her.
"You sound like this is all standard to you." She chuckles.
"I wouldn't call it standard, I really only have our dating announcement to go off of." You muse. When you enter the room there are tons of people and quite a few of them turn to look at you as you walk in.
"People are watching us." Monica whispers.
"Just smile and wave and nod at people." You reply softly back as you address people you make eye contact with.
"The last time I was at a party, I had the marvel of being in the palace for the first time to distract me, what do I do now that I've been here a dozen times?" She asks.
"Mingle? Make nice with the party guests. It may feel awkward but you're always welcome in any space that I'm in." You tell her.
"You want me to rub elbows with all these aristocrats?!"
"First of all, these aren't all aristocrats, James has actually invited so many subjects from around the kingdom. He knows the aristocrats are not exactly great partygoers."
"That feels like a bit of a security risk."
"Natasha thought the same thing but we've got guards making rounds and blocking off the rest of the palace, they're conducting searches and checking invites at the door so hopefully that's enough to-"
"Finally! You're here!" Sam says dramatically. "Hey Monica." He adds when he sees her.
"Hi Sam." She waves.
"It hasn't even been a half hour since this thing started. What do you mean finally?" You scoff.
"We've been planning all day and where have you been?"
"Hanging out with Monica? Nobody said I needed to be part of the planning- wait has Bucky made his entrance yet?" You ask.
"No he's due in like 5 minutes and you need to be at the door when he gets here." Sam says tugging you from Monica.
"Calm down Sammy jeez. I'll find you later Monica." You say allowing him to guide you through the crowd. "I didn't realize I had to be at the door when he walks in? Who decided that?" You ask Sam.
"He did." He shrugs. You and Sam linger near the entrance for a few minutes until a loud thump of one of the guards slamming his staff on the ground silences the party.
"We present to you King James Buchanan Barnes." One of them announces loudly to the quiet room as the large doors are opened behind him. When James walks in his eyes find yours before anything and you glide over to him once he holds out a hand to you.
"Happy birthday your majesty." You say quietly as he walks through the crowd with you at his side.
"Thanks doll, you look gorgeous." He says.
"You look pretty good yourself." You tell him with a smile.
"Dance with me?" He asks.
"I'd be honored." You nod. Bucky gestures at the band and they begin to play a song that allows him to waltz you across the floor with ease. When the song eventually ends Bucky places a kiss on your hand.
"Thank you for the dance sweetheart." He says.
"It's your birthday my love, anything you want is yours." You say with a soft grin.
"All I want is to dance with you, but I do have to make my rounds with the guests. I'll find you soon." He says.
"I'll be around." You say and he slips off into the crowd instantly being greeted by various people. You're watching with a smile as people wish him happy birthday when Monica grabs your arm to get your attention.
"Girl that man is so in love with you it's actually insane." She laughs.
"What?" You laugh back.
"He looks at you like you're more important than the air he breathes that keeps him alive." She nudges you gently.
"I know he loves me but I think you're being dramatic." You tell her.
"You didn't see how when he walked in his expression literally changed when he saw you." She shrugs.
"I mean- alright I guess." You reply. "Oh! You know who you haven't met? Steven! He's Bucky's other best friend and another council member. He should be here so let's see if we can find him." You hum weaving through the crowd. You stop to talk to several people before you actually find Steve, introducing him to Monica. Honestly you make it a point to introduce Monica to most of the people you recognize until eventually, she's comfortable mingling on her own while you do the same. After a while, you notice Bucky take to the front of the room and you watch curiously as he whispers with Natasha and Sam once he's up on the elevated platform. A few moments pass before the crowd is quieted by the guard with the fancy staff again and then Bucky addresses the room.
"Hello everybody! First I want to thank you all for coming. I appreciate all your well wishes as we celebrate. At this time I'd actually like to invite my girlfriend y/n, to join me up here." He says. Those closest to you are quick to clear the way and Sam is suddenly at your side walking you towards the front as confusion shows on your face. You have no idea what they're planning to do even as Bucky takes your hand to help you up to his side.
"James what's going on?" You whisper to him.
"Y/n, ever since you tripped over my foot almost a year ago you've captivated me. I've had the most amazing time getting to know you in the last ten months and I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity." He says.
"I- it's been a joy getting to know you as well." You tell him. "Did this need to be a public announcement?" You add quietly enough for just him to hear. He lets out a breath before stepping back just enough to kneel down in front of you. When he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a little velvet box you can't help but gasp.
"You've become one of the most important things to me in life and- truthfully the only birthday gift I want is to be able to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it's soon but, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? My queen?" He asks, looking up at you with the most sincere look of pure adoration you've ever seen.
"James I- I would love to." Comes your breathless reply after a moment. James slips the ring onto your finger and you barely have a chance to admire how gorgeous it is before he's standing and sweeping you into a hug as the room full of guests erupts into cheers. You pull back enough to give Bucky a kiss though his laughter makes it hard.
"I can't believe you just did that." You chuckle against his lips.
"I've known for months now that I wanted to marry you. I was just worried about scaring you off if I asked too early." He smiles at you.
"And what changed your mind?" You ask.
"Monica." He shrugs.
"Monica?" You glance at her in the crowd.
"She told me you'd mentioned it but didn't want to bring it up too soon." He tells you.
"Of course she did." You shake your head but there's no way you can even feign irritation right now. In under a year you'd met the man of your dreams and been swept into a whirlwind romance, thwarted an attempt on his life, and caught traitors. It's been quite the adventure.
"You've made me the happiest man alive today." He whispers as he kisses your temple.
"And you've made me the happiest woman every day since I've arrived here." You reply back and you truly mean it. Bucky gestures at the band to play again and he pulls you onto the dancefloor, twirling you around as you laugh. If anyone had told you last March that in 12 months you'd end up engaged to the king you'd have laughed in their face but truthfully you can't imagine your life any other way now.
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Part 9/9
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Memory Lane
Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: Victoria and Ethan take a trip to New York with their kids
Rating: General Audiences
Category: Fluff
Victoria loved coming back to New York. Westchester would always hold a place in her heart.
And to be able to make trips with her husband and kids made it even more special.
Victoria’s parents were more than happy to have the family stay for a few days, and were even more excited to see their grandchildren.
Victoria and Ethan had decided to take a trip back to where they got married to show Luke and Lily, they had however, picked the worst day to go and visit.
It was very cold outside and to say Lily was not happy was an understatement.
Victoria turned to look at Lily as the family walked down the high street. If she wasn’t in such a bad mood, Victoria would find it funny but Lily hated the cold and had the grumpiest look on her face.
“We’re here!” Victoria smiled as they stood in front of the Carlyle. It didn’t look much different to when they last saw it which was their wedding day, it made Victoria smile that everything still looked the same.
“Look Lil. This is where Mommy and Daddy got married.” Ethan said to Lily who he was carrying.
Lily buried her head into Ethan’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around his neck. “It’s too cold.” She whined.
“I know sweetheart, but look, we’ve brought you to our special place!” Ethan said.
Lily lifted her head off Ethan’s shoulder, looking up at the large building in front of her. “It’s nice.” She shrugged.
“A girl of few words, just like Daddy.” Ethan laughed as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
“What do you think Luke?” Victoria turned to Luke who she was carrying. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah!” Luke grinned.
Victoria pulled out her phone. “Look, that’s Mommy and Daddy after they got married.” She showed Luke a picture.
“Mommy you look so pretty!” Luke said.
“I want to see!” Lily said reaching out for Victoria’s phone.
“Look, that’s in the park across the road, doesn’t Mommy look beautiful?” Ethan said as Victoria showed her the photo.
Lily’s eyes flickered between the photo and Victoria, her smile growing wider. “I like your dress Mommy.”
“Thank you sweetie, maybe one day I’ll let you wear it. Now will you stop being so grumpy?“
“I’m not grumpy!” Lily folded her arms.
“Yes you are! You have all of Daddy’s characteristics.” Victoria grinned as she tickled her which made her laugh. “How about we go and get a hot chocolate and Mommy will show you more photos of our wedding day?”
“Yeah!” Luke and Lily grinned.
The family made their way to a nearby coffee shop, eager to get out of the cold.
For the next few days, Victoria and Ethan took Luke and Lily round Victoria’s hometown, showing them where she went to school, the park she used to play in, even the swimming centre she learnt in. The twins had loved learning more about their Mom.
The weather in New York hadn’t improved much, it was still bitterly cold and the snow had gotten heavier. But that hadn’t worsened the spirits of the two young Ramsey children. They now wanted to be out in the snow all time, Lily in particular once she realised how fun it was.
And that’s exactly what Luke and Lily were doing in the garden of their grandparents house, Ethan and Victoria’s dad Michael were helping them build a snowman.
“Did they have a nice time yesterday?” Victoria’s mother Jane said as she sat at the kitchen table.
“They did. Lily didn’t like the cold weather yesterday but she cheered up once I showed her a picture of us on our wedding day.” Victoria replied, taking a sip of her drink.
“She’s the exact opposite today. But that’s the power of snow.” Jane chuckled.
“She still hates the cold, but at least they’re both having fun out there.” Victoria smiled as she watched her dad lift Luke up to put some snow on the snowman’s head. “I was thinking, where did you put the wedding albums? Ethan and I want to show the kids them.”
“They’re in the spare room, I put them in a box labelled ‘kids wedding things’. Now I’ll have another one to plan.” Jane smiled.
“It was about time Alex asked Sarah. She’s already in wedding mode.” Victoria laughed.
Victoria was so excited when her younger sister got engaged to her long time boyfriend Alex two months ago. She had known about his plan for a few months and was so happy for her sister and her new fiancé.
“It’s hard to imagine all my children being married. Sometimes I wish you were all still small.” Jane said.
“I think like that with Luke and Lily. I don’t want them to grow up.” Victoria sighed.
“You can’t slow down time. You just have to savour these moments.”
Victoria knew her Mom was right, she was always right. She was the best person to go when you needed advice.
Victoria smiled as she watched her young children cheer as they completed their snowman.
She was ready to soak up these moments as long as possible.
“Mommy has a surprise for you.” Victoria said as she walked into the spare room where Luke and Lily were staying, carrying photo albums.
“What is it?” Luke asked as he sat up.
“Well if Mommy told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Ethan laughed.
“In here are lots of photos that Nanny and Grandad kept over the years. Would you like to see them?”
“Yeah!” Luke and Lily grinned.
Victoria sat down on Lily’s bed and pulled her onto her lap as Ethan did the same with Luke. “This album has photos of Mommy when she was your age.”
Luke and Lily stared at the pictures intently. “Who’s that?” Luke asked as he pointed at one picture.
“That’s Uncle Will. And that’s Auntie Sarah when she was a tiny baby. Mommy is holding her.” Victoria smiled.
“That looks like me!” Lily smiled.
“It does, everyone tells me you look like me.” Victoria grinned as she tickled Lily who giggled.
“What’s this one?” Luke said as he turned the page.
“That looks like Mommy on her first day at school.” Ethan said.
“It was. Nanny kept that t shirt upstairs, maybe I’ll ask her if I can take it home with us.” Victoria smiled.
The twins continued to turn the pages in the photo albums, commenting on certain pictures. They then moved to Victoria’s high school pictures.
“How old were you here Mommy?” Lily asked.
“Sixteen.”
“That’s so old.” Luke said.
Victoria pretended to gasp. “No it’s not! I’ll tell you who is old though.” Victoria discreetly pointed to Ethan.
“That was about as subtle as a brick through a window.” Ethan rolled his eyes.
“Daddy is not old! Daddy can still run and catch up to me!” Luke said.
“You can run fast though.” Ethan chuckled.
“Grandad can run and catch you up too. Does that mean Grandad isn’t old?” Victoria laughed.
“Yeah!”
“But Mommy is?” Victoria asked.
“Yeah!” Luke and Lily laughed.
“What did I do to deserve that?!” Victoria pretended to be offended.
“We’re just being silly Mommy, we love you.” Lily said as she gave her a hug.
“I know you are, I love you too.” Victoria smiled.
“Where was this taken?” Luke pointed to another picture.
“That was when Mommy went to medical school, and that one.” Victoria pointed to the picture next to it. “Was when Mommy finished.”
“What did you do after that?” Luke asked.
“I started working at the hospital.” Victoria replied.
“And that’s where you met Daddy?” Lily said.
“She did. And she’s been stuck with me ever since.” Ethan smiled.
“Will you tell us more about it?” Luke said.
“Maybe another time. It’s past your bedtime. We can tell you about it tomorrow.” Victoria said closing the albums.
The yawn Luke and Lily let out showed that they weren’t going to try and argue. Victoria and Ethan tucked them in, each giving them a kiss before retreating out the room.
“I’d say that was a success.” Ethan said once he had shut the door.
“I agree. I love showing them these photos. I might ask Mom if we can get some copies so I can take them home with us.” Victoria smiled.
“That’s a good idea. And maybe one day, we’ll be taking similar pictures of them.” Ethan said as he held Victoria’s hand.
“I hope so. It’s always important to capture the special moments.”
For the rest of the evening, Victoria and Ethan, alongside her parents sat and looked through the photo albums. Victoria didn’t realise her family had so many. But she realised just how important it was.
She hoped she would have as many for her kids to see when they were older.
This picture was taken during this trip!
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Trust Fall | Ch 20 (mature)
MINORS DNI THIS CHAPTER PLEASE. Oral sex (f receiving) and sexual touching.
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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Tony and Emory arrive at the mansion and spend some quality time with each other.
Length: 4,853 (there's just nowhere to cut this. It's smutty tho)
Taglist: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne
Excerpt:
Tony stops at another door, metal this time, with submarine-style fittings. He reaches toward the circular spoked door mechanism but stops with his hands mid-air. “Shit, I’m just taking you into another confined space you’ll be locked into. Em--” Tony turns to look at her, concern etched across his features.
“Drag me into your bunker, Mr. Stark,” Emory tells him in a breathy voice.
His relief is immediate and attractive. “Oh, I will.”
He spins the safe-like wheel one way, then the other. Tony swears under his breath, repeating the action, then blows out a frustrated sigh and turns on his heel to glare at her good-naturedly.
“You!” He starts towards her, herding her against the wall opposite the vault room. “If I had your power set the building would probably be in serious danger right now.” He rests both palms flat on the wall and looks down, desire painted clearly on his face. “What am I going to do with you?”
Everything, Emory wants to say.
Chapter Twenty: Star(k) Power
They’re both very hungry by the time Happy Hogan finally drives them into the mansion’s subterranean garage. Tony had spent the last hour listing food places they could order from until she’d picked one to placate him. After years of having to make do with things she doesn’t like, it’s hard to even recall her own favorites. Rory would always choose her own second favorite things so she could eat from Emory’s plate.
As they’re getting out of the limo, Hogan gets the notification that their delivery driver is almost there, and he sets off to collect and pay. She’s not surprised that Tony had set up the other man’s phone as the contact, but it’s close enough to her previous life that she feels odd staying behind.
Tony leads her out of the garage toward the main part of the house, saying, “Why do I have a feeling your former boss made you pay for the food and expense it, instead of just setting up a card?”
He’s right. “How did you know I was thinking about Rory?” Emory asks, staring up at his back as he climbs the stairs in front of her.
“You have a face. It’s your ‘Rory’ face.”
“I ‘have a face,’” Emory repeats, amused.
“You do. I missed it. Your face in general, I mean.” He walks her through a hallway with crimson wallpaper that terminates at an ornate wooden door, and indicates that she should go first.
“You go first. I’ll follow you and silently judge your slightly creepy murder hallway,” Emory says.
Tony laughs, leaning against the closed door and glancing up at the ceiling in recollection. “That reminds me-- My father was angry about something, so he’d driven home ‘aggressively;’” Tony’s air quotes imply this is an understatement. “I was five at most, and my mom had just taught me the word ‘pedestrian,’ because of those signs, ‘Ped Xing?’ Well.” He winces. “Dad was in front of me in this hallway, and I just said, ‘Did you paint the walls with the blood of pedestrians?’”
“Oh no!”
He pulls a face and opens the door. ”Dad updated many other things over the years, but never this hallway. Can’t look like I ever influenced him, I guess.”
Tony doesn’t look upset as he walks past her through the doorway, but from behind, Emory can see that he’s tense from the memory. She doesn’t blame him; her own parents’ divorce had been rough, sure, but when she was a kid, she’d never doubted that they loved her. Their distaste about her choice of occupation was a whole different beast, but she’d been a young adult by then.
Tony stops at another door, metal this time, with submarine-style fittings. He reaches toward the circular spoked door mechanism but stops with his hands mid-air. “Shit, I’m just taking you into another confined space you’ll be locked into. Em--” Tony turns to look at her, concern etched across his features.
“Drag me into your bunker, Mr. Stark,” Emory tells him in a breathy voice.
His relief is immediate and attractive. “Oh, I will.”
He spins the safe-like wheel one way, then the other. Tony swears under his breath, repeating the action, then blows out a frustrated sigh and turns on his heel to glare at her good-naturedly.
“You!” He starts towards her, herding her against the wall opposite the vault room. “If I had your power set the building would probably be in serious danger right now.” He rests both palms flat on the wall and looks down, desire painted clearly on his face. “What am I going to do with you?”
Everything, Emory wants to say. Instead, she impishly remarks, “Most of your choices probably involve the room in there,” and nods over his shoulder at the still-locked bunker door.
“Is that meant to be a motivator?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
The mental snowfield that aids her in keeping control slips after having been extensively employed earlier today, and Emory thinks, fuck it. She grabs a handful of his shirt and lifts herself up for a kiss. “No, but this is.”
Tony’s on board immediately, closing in to nip at her, teasing and tasting. He pins her in place with his hips, and she slips a hand around to press at the small of his back, anchoring herself in his sturdy warmth. There’s a whoosh of air around them, loud but not dangerous, given the limited space to draw from. Emory can feel the fabric of his shirt ripple when it passes. Tony’s reaction is a low rumble in his chest as he presses even closer, his kiss more demanding, spurred on by his role in her power generation.
After a long few minutes, he lifts his head and schools his expression into a stern one. “Consider yourself properly chastised.”
“Is that supposed to be a de-motivator?” she asks as he stalks away from her over to the door. Tony once again pauses in the process of setting his hands on the mechanism, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Emory has to work hard to hold back her own.
Thankfully he gets the door right this time, opens it, and goes straight in. She pushes off from the wall and follows only to skid to a halt after just a few steps. Nothing about what she sees reads as an ‘emergency bunker’ to her, mostly because it’s huge.
In the center of multiple separate areas is a lab space complete with worktables and equipment. Fanning out on either side of the central area are two ‘wings,’ one of which is a kitchen/living space straight out of a 1980’s celebrity home magazine. The other is a large bed adorned by a circular curtain hanging from a hook directly above. Each wing has independent lights from the center lab, with the bedroom lights set the most dim.
Just looking at the bed makes her yawn, but at that same moment, Tony gets a message from Hogan, who is at the door to the bunker with the food. The three of them eat at the kitchen island before Hogan excuses himself, bidding them goodnight. This prompts another yawn, which Emory tries to hide in embarrassment.
“No worries,” Hogan says. “The two of you probably haven’t slept soundly in three months.” He nods at Tony behind her. “This one’s been working nonstop to get you here, it’s about time he gets some shut-eye, don’t you think?” Even though Emory hasn’t reacted with more than a simple nod, Hogan starts getting defensive. “What? Don’t look at me like that! I’m saying get your priorities straight, that’s all!”
She turns to see that Tony’s making a ‘time out’ gesture. When she swivels back to look at Hogan, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll be picking up Pepper from the airport in an hour, but we’ll see you in the morning. You know, when you’re both rested,” he says. There’s a little bit of impish humor in the set of his jaw that Emory can’t help but be delighted by.
Tony sounds less enamored. “Lovingly? Get out. Now.”
“You got it.”
Tony guides the other man to the door, one hand firmly on his back. When the door clangs shut, he deflates a little, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.
“Don’t tell Mother Hen back there, but I had every intention of sleeping at our earliest convenience. He tends to get gloat-y, but I think the most accurate term for how I feel right now is ‘knackered.’”
“I’ve been looking forward to sleeping beside you for more weeks than I’m willing to admit,” Emory says simply.
With a pleased look on his face, Tony crosses half of the space between them, turns toward the bedroom area, and holds out a hand.
It’s completely dark when she wakes. There’s no way to know the time, but it can’t have been more than a few hours. Emory’s the little spoon to Tony’s big one, his arm curled around her waist, head nestled behind hers on the pillow. As someone who is often cold at night, she’s glad for the way their legs are tangled together, as the t-shirt he’d lent her to sleep in doesn’t fall any further than mid-thigh.
The only problem with the way they’re intertwined is, the heat of Tony’s hand on her stomach and the way his knee has snuck up almost between her legs is kind of making it hard to drift back off to sleep. She shifts a few times, hoping to either shed the growing arousal she’s feeling or position that knee of his somewhere it would do some good.
“Are you trying to kill me in my sleep?” Tony gasps in her ear, nuzzling his body closer and spreading out the hand on her stomach.
Emory sucks in a breath; that felt really good. She opens her mouth to respond, but stops. The thing she wants to say is more brazen than she’s ever, ever been, not that it would even faze Tony.
“What is it?”
Of course he’s perceptive about this, it’s sex-related! she groans to herself. Emory decides to go for it. “I’m not trying to kill you, but I will if you stop touching me,” she manages, voice wavering between steel wool and cotton fluff.
“We are at the same paragraph on the same page of the same dirty magazine,” he groans into her shoulder, sliding his hand down to cup her through the fabric of the shirt she’d borrowed. “I’ve wanted to know whether you took off those panties you didn’t let me peek at since we got in bed.”
Emory pictures Tony’s hand as the snowfield that’s meant to be keeping her powers in check, but all that does is make it easier for her to picture his hand where she can already feel him moving. The variable pressure in each muted, cloth-covered swirl of his fingers is unpredictable and glorious. Emory rests her own hand on his forearm and almost moans aloud. She hadn’t realized that feeling his muscles flex would be so intimate.
Then, Tony drags the shirt out of the way and runs his hand along her bared hip like he’s searching for the lace of her panties. Finding nothing, he says, “You did! Perfect.”
“I hate sleeping in panties,” she confesses.
“I wholeheartedly approve.”
Tony moves the flat of his hand from her hip to her knee, simultaneously angling his own leg underneath, slowly drawing hers apart. His confident caresses ramp up her anticipation, with wide sweeps of his whole hand spreading tingles closer and closer to her core. Emory whimpers, her stomach muscles protesting at the way she’s used them to hold still. Tony makes a sympathetic noise of his own and circles closer, finally delving his fingers into her waiting curls. Emory’s waning grasp on her power generation flutters along with her heartbeat.
She didn’t know she’d closed her eyes until something large brushes against her legs, startling her. Visible in the dim LED-glow from the devices across the room, the support chain above them is shaking, and the canopy itself is spinning.
“Em?” Tony pauses his movements. He doesn’t sound upset, but she’s mortified.
“Shit, sorry!” Emory says. She pulls in all of her scattered concentration to leash the radiated energy. A few tossed packets of power in the opposite direction helps her slow and then stop the twirling fabric. When she lays her head back against Tony’s shoulder behind her in embarrassed relief, he chuckles.
“Yes, how dare you lose your grip on your actual superpowers when I touch you? I am outraged,” he teases, sucking a kiss onto her neck.
“Don’t get too cocky. I just woke up, I’ve got diminished capacity!” Emory teases back. She can hear the smile in his voice, and something about the prickly feel of his beard hair on her collarbone makes her feel his, somehow. Turning her head to catch his attention before he takes away her powers of thought and speech with the hand he’s starting to move back into position, she says, “It’s pretty early. We could skip ahead to other… I mean, if you want--” Even in near darkness, she’s too shy to finish the suggestion.
“Oh, I want, but hear me out,” Tony says, shifting so he can look down at her. Most of his face is in shadow, but she can see a glittering intensity in his eyes. “Night after night in that cave I wanted to sneak over to your cot. Because of their camera, I never did. In Malibu, JARVIS is everywhere, but I didn’t install him in the bunker, which means no video or audio monitoring. There’s no one watching but me.” He dips his head down to kiss her, pulling back after just a few seconds. “Let me do this for you. Tomorrow I can look; tonight, I want to feel.” Tony leans down and nuzzles against the clothed hollow between her breasts. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” Emory says softly, trailing a hand across his back and up into his hair.
“Mmm, and since it’s already dark, and I won’t be able to see well either way…” Tony moves down her body so swiftly she doesn’t fully understand the context until his warm hands push her t-shirt farther up.
“Tony!” she hisses, frozen in agonized indecision. She definitely wants this, but they’d been in the car for hours.
He seems not to have heard her protest, too busy settling down at the foot of the bed and gently positioning her onto her back. “I’ll stop, if that’s what you want,” Tony says after a long moment, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Is there a shower somewhere nearby?” she whispers.
“First of all: I would have done this in that cave if it weren’t for the aforementioned surveillance cameras,” he says, dragging his shirt off over his head. The gentle blue of his arc reactor helps her see the sincerity in his expression. “Second of all: wouldn’t that wake you all the way up? I was going for ‘comfort pleasure,’ here.”
His casual tone coupled with that phrase almost undoes her, but she’s still nervous. Tony’s been with so many beautiful women!
“But--” Her words cut off for a second when he draws a too-light caress from one hip to another. Instead of staying propped up to look at him, Emory falls back onto the bed, angling an arm over her face in chagrin. “You’re a billionaire, Tony!” she argues weakly.
“Hey, most of that wasn’t on purpose!” He rests a warm hand on her stomach. “Being rich means I don’t do things unless I want to, unless there are terrorists involved. This bunker is terrorist free.” Tony freezes in place, and Emory lifts her head to see what’s wrong. “Forget I said that,” he says. “Only good memories right now.”
“Meeting you was a good memory,” Emory says quietly.
His eyebrows shoot up. “Time to make another one?”
“Absolutely,” she says, still shy but completely won over. His hand on her stomach stays put, but Tony grins up at her before drawing his other thumb right across her very center. She drops her head back yet again, saying, “No recordings, but is the bunker soundproof?”
“Yes. Please tell me that means you’ll make noises,” he says, sounding delighted. Then, in the next second, “Wait! Don’t tell me. I’d rather find out.”
The smug bastard starts slow.
Somehow after watching him spend hours a day working with delicate wires, employing his creative mind to come up with clever solutions to intricate problems, Emory had never thought about how that might translate to sex. Tony’s knowledge-base is no less vast when it comes to exactly how to take her apart. Thanks to his comment about noises, she’s self-conscious to the point of muteness, but of course, he doesn’t play fair.
“It just so happens that I do better wirework when I’m horny. That means you are responsible for half of that first suit’s success,” he says after a minute of teasing her with devastating twists of his fingers and kisses that land almost but not quite close enough. “Pictured myself in exactly this position, too.”
Even though she braces herself, Emory’s still unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that strikes her when his lips close on her clit, tongue swirling, fingers thrusting home for the first time. It’s a ‘car battery to arc reactor’ leap in intensity, and she can’t prevent herself from crying out. Tony ‘mms’ his approval, the vibrations turning her blood to lava.
From there he simply lays waste to her ability to do anything more than feel, building on each action and counter-action until she’s writhing and gasping and begging. When release comes she’s long-since incoherent, her throat tender and her soul sore from his unique mix of sweetness and conceit. Tony adds to that by reaching out to catch her hand in one of his as she shakes.
When she opens her eyes again, the ceiling looks wrong. Emory stares, uncomprehending, until Tony crawls up and stretches out beside her, also on his back.
“The stitching tore loose,” he explains. “It landed somewhere over there,” he says, gesturing vaguely.
“Oh my god!” She sits up, eyes wide, horrified.
“It’s fine, Helen Hunt. Blew harmlessly past us into another part of the bunker. Nothing’s messed up.”
Emory laughs, despite the situation. “Helen Hunt? Where did that come from?”
“That tornado movie, Twister?”
“Wouldn’t the nickname be her character name? It was ‘Jo,’ right?” she asks, laying back down.
Tony’s struck by a huge yawn right as he tries to answer. “I fully admit I have zero cognitive ability right now. What is it, 3 AM?” He snuggles closer, reaching down to drag over the light blanket from where it’s crumpled up at one side of the bed.
His yawn is contagious, and her orgasm has filled her with a kind of lassitude that could translate into sleep very easily. Still, there’s no way he hadn’t ramped himself up, and she’s not a tease.
“I don’t want to leave you… oh, crap, there’s no word that my sleepy brain can bring up that doesn’t sound filthy in this context. Don’t you want to come?” she asks, scrunching her face up in embarrassment.
“I’m good,” he says, surprising her. “I end up with some really intense dreams like this.”
Tony’s words already sound sleep-slurred, and Emory reminds herself what he said about having the agency to make his own decisions. She nestles herself against him, wondering if the intense dreams he’s expecting might include her this time.
Emory wakes up when Tony eases his arm out from under her.
“What time is it?” she asks, stifling a yawn with the back of one hand.
“It’s just past nine. It’s easy to sleep in with no windows,” he tells her, reacting to her surprise. “Wait till you see my bedroom in Malibu. Windows for days.”
“Wow, besides Afghanistan and jet lag, I don’t know if I’ve slept that late in almost a decade!”
“The more you talk about your life before, the more I want to send that bitch a nastygram,” Tony grumps, heading off to the bathroom. Rory’s a sore subject for him, he can admit that to himself. He’d enjoyed the sex, but thought her hangups were too numerous and unusual for anything long-term. That's not the problem, though.
Tony literally can not remember Emory from his brief weeks with her boss. It makes him feel like shit.
He sees the full-size towel hanging beside the stand-up shower and decides to duck in for a quick one. When he steps out fifteen minutes later, he sees that Emory has helped herself to a glass of milk and one of the muffins he’d stocked the kitchen with. Beside her plate on the center island are the clothes she wore yesterday, neatly folded. This makes him check for a full-light glimpse of her bare legs, but she’s wearing the pants.
“Damn.”
“Metal stool equals way too cold for the disheveled girlfriend look, sorry,” she says, her expression turning guarded right away. “Not that I want to presume--”
Tony knows just how to reassure her. He holds up a finger and jogs over to the tablet computer he’d left in the lab space, waking it up and navigating to the checklist of tasks for rescuing her he’d synced with Pepper and Happy. He holds it up for her to read.
GIRLFRIEND: ULTIMATE RESCUE LIST
“I’ll take it personally if you make a liar out of me.”
Her face lights up. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Emory says, looking down at her plate. A lock of her beautiful red hair slips free from where she’d anchored it behind her ear. Tony can’t understand how he could ever have overlooked her, but at the same time, awfully, he can. He’s been surrounded by staff and service people his whole life, and from a young age he’d been taught that it was rude and sometimes even dangerous to let the veil of social strata fall too far. To distract himself, he looks for a muffin of his own, and misses something Emory says.
“One more time?”
“Oh, I was wondering if you’d tried to make it ‘GO GURL’ but didn’t have the time to make it work.”
Tony rewards her with an exasperated look, and her little smile of victory makes him feel a little lightheaded. She knows him, the way that Happy and Rhodey do, but he’s already done the work to make sure that those men are safe and successful. Emory’s not safe yet. Being forced to leave some of his heart uncertain and unguarded is an uncomfortable feeling. He doesn’t like it.
At least Rhodey’s innate sense of tact and careful diplomacy netted Tony some sparse info on SHIELD, but it’s nowhere near enough. Rhodes had cautioned patience, but Tony’s fresh out. He doesn’t intend to send her back to Fury unless they’re certain of her safety, and that’ll mean asking her some uncomfortable questions. Emory’s skilled in deflection, her skills honed by a hundred hundred thirsty men angling for Rory Fall’s affections. Will she figure out his ultimate game plan of threatening SHIELD’s mission in exchange for a promise of full autonomy?
A short rumbling sound breaks the silence between bites of muffin.
“Is that your phone?” Em asks.
Tony sighs. “It’s got to be Happy, I’ve got everyone else on do not fucking disturb. Literally.” He winks at her lasciviously and appreciates the look of interest this prompts in her. Tony gets up and heads over to the overturned storage bin he’d stuck his phone under in a vain attempt to muffle the notifications. Sure enough, he’s got five missed calls and multiple text exhortations to answer the phone, all from Happy Hogan. It’s annoying at first, but then he looks at the timestamps.
The first is from six AM, then one every half hour until nine, scattered through with the texts. Ironically, Happy tends to bunch them up when something’s trivial, so this? This looks like an actual emergency.
Even as he thinks this, another text comes through.
HHogan: Don’t leave me on ‘read,’ Tony. Something’s up.
Tony picks one of the missed call messages and calls back. Hogan answers within the first ring.
“We’ve got media trouble, maybe legal too.”
“Your face just got really serious,” Emory says, getting down from her stool and coming over.
“Happy’s on his way. Something about media trouble.” He doesn’t add the legal part because she hasn’t had enough exposure to Happy Hogan to know when he’s exaggerating for effect. To Tony, this doesn’t feel like one of those times. “Ok, come on down. Pepper get home okay?” he says into the phone.
“Yep, she’s right-- Yes. She’s… she got home okay,” Happy stammers. Tony takes this to mean she’s in the room with him.
“Good. Should I activate JARVIS in here, or--”
Hogan is forceful. “No, no. That’ll just get you upset. Lemme come and--”
Happy’s voice cuts off. Tony can hear him and Pepper arguing (‘You’re gonna freak him out! Just go down there!’ ‘He won’t even stick around to hear anything we say if he sees these headlines!’) in a muffled way, as if Pepper’s holding the phone against her shoulder. By the time she speaks into the pilfered phone, Tony’s genuinely concerned.
“Tony? He’s on his way. It’s… it doesn’t have to be really bad, okay? We’ll fix it.”
“None of this is reassuring,” he tells Pepper in a tense whisper.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” Tony hangs up and sees that Emory is hovering anxiously nearby. He opens his arms for her and she obliges, kissing the space beside his arc reactor.
“You’ve had bad media attention in the past, haven’t you?”
“Sure, which is why those two having kittens on the phone has me concerned,” he replies. She makes a little noise of unhappiness and tightens her arms around him for a few seconds.
With a qualm of conscience, Tony realizes he probably should have obscured his worries and sent Emory in for a shower. In the past, he’s seen that fear dissipates her self-described ‘sheaths’ of power, but Emory has implied that positive emotions aren’t the only generator. It’s possible, even likely, that it can happen with any strong emotion, which is then derailed by feeling an equally strong opposing response. Affection is negated by fear, but is fear negated by affection?
“Shouldn’t he be here by now? How big is the house?”
He pulls the phone back out of his pocket to see if he’d missed Hap’s text. The door is designed to be too thick to translate something like a knock. “Not this big, but it’s been a while since we--” The phone starts ringing, interrupting him. Tony answers it with, “Did you get lost?”
“Left my phone with Pepper, and you didn’t hear me knocking,” Happy’s saying, sounding out of breath. “Your turn. Meet me in the den.” He hangs up.
“Want to see the rest of the house?” Tony asks Emory.
Her response is to have a minor freak out about whether she’s presentable, given the fact that Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan have ‘already seen her in these clothes.’ Tony finds her an old white dress shirt from a drawer in the bedroom. While she’s dressing in the bathroom, he rushes to collect the ripped bed canopy that’s lying across their path to the door before she sees it on their way out and feels bad about it. The truth is, he’d been reassured by the whole canopy thing. Her control has improved a good deal between that and the tornado of cave debris.
“Worst deja vu ever?” he asks when she comes out of the bathroom with the sleeves of the over-large shirt rolled up. It really does look like the one she’d borrowed from Yinsen all those weeks ago.
Emory nods, but her expression hardens as she puts her shoes back on. “I can’t let anyone else get trapped by that scientist. I keep picturing Yinsen collecting all of his money, blinded by the possible outcomes. There can’t have been much information on the guy, or he would have figured out it was a bad deal.”
“We can ask JARVIS--”
“No!” she says sharply. “Sorry, but no. Natasha says it’s possible the guy keeps records of pings, showing the physical locations of people who visit his page. She cautioned me not to search while at SHIELD so we didn’t tip our hand. I’m sure a ping from the Stark mansion would be just as bad, after all, I’m supposed to be friendless and destitute.”
Tony turns to open the door, frowning where she can’t see his face. That sounds like manipulative bullshit to him. “I hope you’re good at faking that, then.”
He leads her up the warren of steps and corridors to the second floor den. It’s classic and intimidating, with wood-panel walls, thousands of books, and velvet furniture, on which is seated an anxious-looking Happy Hogan.
“Well?” Tony says, noticing the way Emory’s tracing her hands along the odd devices that line the edges of the mahogany desk.
Hogan stands up. “Look, there’s no good way to say this-- the singer, your old boss?” he says, looking at Emory. “She’s been making some calls. Claims that since she hasn’t heard from you, Tony must be covering up that you died during the escape.”
“This from the woman who spent a week melodramatically wailing from a kushy hotel in Kabul that her luggage was missing, with hardly a word about the whole person who was also missing?” Tony snaps, instantly furious. “Has she even tried to get in touch with you? Your parents?”
“Not that I know of,” Emory whispers, white-faced. “I put it off, since it seemed like she wasn’t interested in-- Mr. Hogan, what exactly is she saying?”
“She’s basically accusing Tony of murder.”
Next chapter, Emory and Tony have to decide whether to prioritize their current needs over their future ones.
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Anita is three and a half and they invite their neighbours and family over to the house for a summer barbecue. They've figured out that where appearing normal is concerned, the best tactic seems to be fake it till you make it. Most of their neighbours appear to have a few screws loose themselves.
Lila can't deny that she enjoys the little thrill of stepping into the role of housewife and mother in front of all their new friends. It's a little like going undercover at the commission.
She's in the middle of waxing poetically about a recipe she found in a magazine I the pediatrician's waiting room, suburban moms hanging off her every word—she's lying through her teeth, of course, making the whole thing up—when Viktor walks by with a hotdog on his colourful paper plate, raising a baffled eyebrow at her.
Lila gives him a sly wink and caps off her spiel towards her rapt audience with an outlandish claim about the detoxing powers of basil.
It kicks off a heated discussion over which herbs are vitally important to have in every good mother's kitchen—Ashleigh and Brittney, who Lila knows can't stand each other, start insinuating about each other that they must each be determined to poison their families—and it gives Lila a moment to take in the scene around her.
It's peaceful, there are plenty of people around her laughing and bickering, children running across the lawn teasing and screaming. Five years ago she would have thought this would be her personal hell on earth, but after everything she's seen and had to fight through, she can't really say that this isn't actually a little slice of heaven.
Lila's eyes fall on Diego who's at the grill, chatting amiably with his brother, as Luther diligently minds the burgers and sausages and also some grilled vegetables, handing them out as people come up to get their food.
The laugh lines by his eyes crinkle and he punches Luther lightly in the arm as he's telling some funny story or another, and something in Lila's chest warms at the sight.
Even if she truly missed her old life, if she was itching to go on missions and get in brutal physical fights, she'd give it all up for him, because it turns out Diego has seamlessly transitioned into urban dad extraordinair and loves their peaceful family life so much more than he ever loved being a night time crusader or a child superhero.
Lila's eyes are still on him when Anita runs up to show him something and Diego scoops her into his arms and starts making his way towards Lila, their little girl chatting away to him in his arms.
Lila takes a step away from the women waging a minor cold war over antioxidants and towards Diego, who greets her with a "hey mamacita," and a quick kiss before turning his attention back to Anita.
"Niti wanted to show you the gluten free ice cream the Hansons brought over."
Lila can hear the fond exasperation in his voice and gives him a toothy smile in response and for a moment they're both distracted when Anita thrust out her two little fists that are clutching a rather large cone and squeals in delight, "Here mommy! Taste!"
Her exuberance is more than the ice cream treat can take and the one large, creamy scoop topples off the cone and straight onto Lila's shirt before rolling down her front and falling to the ground with a splat.
"Oh fu—iddlesticks!" says Diego at the same time as Lila forcefully says, "Shit!"
There's a beat and Anita bursts into tears, her upset blubbering making it obvious that she can't quite decide whether to feel guilty for getting her mother's top dirty or devastated over losing her ice cream.
"Hey no, baby! Don't cry!" Lila soothes as she takes the now empty cone out of Anita's hands and clasps her little fingers reassuringly at the same time as Diego puts his hand to the side of Anita's head so he can pull her temple against his lips, making shushing noises
"I'm sure daddy can get you a new ice cream and don't worry about my shirt, one wash and it'll be as good as new!"
Diego gives her an apologetic look over Anita's head as the little girl has tucked her face into Diego's neck, intermittent sobs still wracking her small body, but Lila just makes a shooing motion towards the Hansons and their cooler, before turning around and heading back into the house.
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#otp: just be gentle#otp: i'm the daddy here yeah you are#lila pitts#diego hargreeves#diego x lila#diego/lila#dielila#the umbrella academy#wip wednesday#fanfic#domestic fluff
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just a bunch of stuff about el and sofia i wanna talk about because i love them smmmmm
also ship name: 'Sofil' or 'Efia'?
-in season 1, when everyone first met, el was really scared to sleep in the fort alone, and since sofia didn't have a good family life, she volunteered to stay in the basement with el so mike could sleep. el and her sat and talked for a little bit, and that's when el tried introducing herself. sofia asked her if she would like a new name, one that wasn't given to her by the 'bad men' and el got happy. sofia told her that they could all call her el, so that she wouldn't get confused with a completely different name, but it wouldn't be a number like before. after this, el tried saying sofia, having a rough time because of her broken speech. sofia told her just to call her sof, saying that el can be the only one allowed to call her that. from then on, el only ever referred to sofia as sof.
-when el runs away, sofia spends the whole day looking for her, almost getting hurt multiple times.
-when troy and james corner the group, sofia tries to fight against them, but gets smacked across the head with a rock and knocked to the ground. she tries to get back up, but james grabs her and drags her to the edge of the quarry. he holds her back by her arms and troy tells mike that he has to jump or else he's going to hurt dustin. james pulls sofia's hair harshly, and since she has a sensitive head, she hits him. he ends up dropping her before troy counts down to '1' and mike jumps right after. thankfully, el saves them both.
-later on at the school, sofia and el talk in another room as the others prepare 'the bath'. sofia tells el that there's a snowball dance they can go to together, and el tells her she wants to go with sof, which makes her extremely happy.
-since sofia suffered some head trauma from smacking her head against the wall, she woke up in the hospital the day after el went missing. nancy came in and told her about el, comforting sofia as she sobbed into nancy's shoulder.
-in season 2, during the flashback to when el escaped the upside down, she runs to mike's house, not finding sofia there. she then runs to the hospital, since she heard one of the agents say that there was a girl there. once there, el peaks into a hospital room window and sees a sleeping sofia with bandages around her head. el frowns and starts crying, watching as nancy brings in some water and places it on the nightstand. when nancy turns towards the window, el ducks and runs into the woods, trying not to be seen.
-sofia writes a letter to el every single day. she always puts them in a box under her bed, hoping that one day el will get the read them.
-el always visited sofia in the void. one day, she was in the void when sofia and her parents were arguing. el saw sofia's mom push her, telling her that she start speaking like a normal person and start acting right. el got upset, and the day she snuck out of the cabin, she went to sofia's house before going to the school. she saw sofia's mom and dad leaving the house to go to the grocery store, so, as they were leaving, el used her powers to pull a tree branch down on their car, breaking the top. after that, she smiled and ran back to the school.
-at the school, she found sofia searching for d'art in the hallway, and ducked down the corner right as sofia looked up. sofia thought she saw something, but when no one showed up, she continued her search.
-sofia ended up searching the gymnasium with mike and max, trying to get the two to stop arguing. mike explains all of their rolls in the party (sofia is a druid). after max started skating around them, sofia laughed. max almost hit sofia with her skateboard, managing to go around her at the last second. el saw this and pulled max's skateboard out from under her with her powers. mike helped max up while sofia searched around the room, hoping to see el. she didn't.
-days later, when they all see el again, sofia starts crying uncontrollably. el runs up to her and hugs her tightly, crying into her shoulder. she tells sofia that she saw her, everyday. sofia pulls el into another hug, giving her a soft peck on the forehead, before pulling away and not acknowledging what she had just done.
-sofia goes with el and hopper to close the gate, bringing her own weapon, a lighter and a rifle hopper found for her. the three of them get to the gate, and hopper and sofia shoot down the demodogs as el closes the gate.
-once the gate is closed, el collapses. sofia is able to catch her before she hits the ground too hard, and she places another kiss on top of el's head. hopper sees this, and smiles. (supportive dad). hopper brings them back up to the top, where sofia attempts to pick el up and carry her to the car. her knees buckle, and hopper is able to grab the both of them before they get hurt.
-for the snowball, sofia invites el to go as her plus one. el agrees, already wanting to go with sofia. the two head onto the dance floor, not knowing what to do. sofia shows el how to dance, and together they slow dance. they don't kiss...yet. el places her head on sofia's shoulder, making her blush and smile. the two sway with the music off in their own little corner, so no one else can see, but jonathan is able to snap a quick photo of them.
(damn, i'm really trying not to info dump on you, but i wanna tell you sm, i'm so so sorryyy)
-at the beginning of season 3, sofia is helping will plan his next campaign, before the two head over to the mall.
-the next day, sofia goes to hopper's and picks el up, letting el ride on the back of her bike. the two get to dustin's house and help everyone surprise him. they then head out to go talk to suzie, where sofia starts picking purple and yellow flowers for el (because they're el's favorite colors). she gives el the flowers, and el thanks her, putting a yellow one in sofia's hair. after a few hours of waiting for suzie to answer, everyone starts leaving. after will leaves, sofia and el talk to dustin. el looks at sofia's watch and realizes that she's late, and that hopper will be upset. el and sofia say bye to dustin and leave, telling him that they should all hang out soon. then, sofia takes el home.
-the next day, el shows up at max's because she wants 'girl advice'. el tells max about the person that she likes, and after a little bit, max catches on and asks el if it's sofia. el smiles and tells her that it is, and max tells her that they should go get el a 'makeover' and see sofia at the mall, since she works there.
-the two go to the mall, where mike, lucas, and will are to find some sort of 'welcome home' gift for dustin.
-after they buy el new clothes, the girls head over to scoops ahoy, where sofia greets them at the counter. when she sees el, she immediately blushes and compliments el's outfit. el blushes and compliments sofia's uniform, which makes her laugh. she tells el that she can pay for max and el's ice cream, and then the two leave. once they are gone, robin pops up behind sofia and explains to her that sofia has gotta be down bad for el. sofia tries to deny it, but robin tells her that she knows what's up.
-sofia gets off her shift and leaves the mall, where she finds max and mike arguing over el's safety. sofia tries to cut in, but mike tells her to stay out of it, and then (kinda like a jerk) he mocks her stutter, which makes el mad. el tells mike that he's stupid, and then she grabs sofia's hand and drags her to the bus, max following.
-the three girls get back to hopper's cabin, where they hang out. el gives sofia some clothes to change into, realizing that she had dragged sofia away from the mall without a change of clothes. they decide to spy on the boys, deciding that it would be interesting to see what they were up to.
(i honestly forget some of the stuff that happens in between this)
-after billy (not you, darlin) attacks el at the sauna, sofia grabs a lead pipe and hits billy with it, telling him to go to hell. right as she is about to hit him again, he grabs it and hits her knee with it, making her fall. he kicks her and right as he is about to hurt her again, el uses her powers against him. after she throws billy through the wall, el collapses into sofia's arms, sinking to the ground. sofia kisses el's head and wipes the blood out from under el's nose.
-after el gets scared by billy in the void, sofia hugs her and reassures her, stroking her hair.
-sofia helps el wrap her wound after she gets bit by the mind flayer, trying to explain to el what love is before getting interrupted by mike.
-sofia gets knocked out by billy at the mall, along with max and mike. sofia wakes up before the two of them, running into the mall to find fireworks getting thrown at the mind flayer. she runs to el, but get shoved to the ground by billy. el manages to distract billy and sofia crawls away as el talks to him. sofia suddenly gets yanked back by the mind flayer, which has grabbed hold of her ankle. billy comes to his senses, standing up as the mind flayer dangles sofia in front of it's face and screams at her. the mind flayer tries to shoot a claw at el, who is trying to pull sofia down, but billy sacrifices himself. el catches sofia and drags her away from the mind flayer.
-after the battle, when el finds out that hopper "died" she starts sobbing. sofia limps over to her and pulls her into her arms, lowering the two of them to the ground so el can cry properly. sofia kisses el on the head and strokes her hair, trying not to cry.
-3 months later, sofia helps el pack up the byers house. sofia tries not to cry the whole time, but el hears her sniffling and asks her what's wrong. sofia tells her that she's just sad el is moving, and el hugs her, telling her she's sad she's moving too. el says she'll write weekly, and call a lot. she then pulls out a beaded bracelet she made (with purple and yellow beads because they're her favorite ahhhh) and gives it to sofia. sofia smiles and puts it on, pulling a ring out of her pocket. she gives it to el, telling her that it's a promise ring. el asks her what that is, but before sofia can answer, joyce accidentally interrupts to give el hopper's letter. sofia smiles at el and walks out so el can have some privacy.
-when they leave, sofia gives will a tight hug, crying. then she gives el a tight hug, kissing her forehead and telling her she's going to miss her. el kisses sofia's cheek and says that she will miss her too. then, sofia watches as they drive away, still crying. she mouths "i love you" as she stares down at el's bracelet and sniffles, climbing on her bike and heading back to her house.
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you didn't have to read this much, but i love you if you did.
i hope you enjoyed, i knew season 4 would be wayyyy too much to put into one ask
love you, billy <3333
IM. UNORDINARY (IDK IF U GO BY THAT BUT) I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ILL CRY. MILEVEN WHO?? They’re absolutely perfect, THIS WAS SUCH AN AMAZING READ IM SO OBSESSED ITS LIKE YOU WROTE A WHOLE STORY FOR ME AAAAA <33 THANK YOU FOR SPILLING OUT ALL YOUR INFO ON ME I ADORED EVERY SECOND OF IT.
EDIT: FORGOT ONE MORE THING. I LOVE SOFIL <3
#you have a galaxy brain I stg#LOVE THIS.#not scream stuff#stranger things oc#not my oc#billy’s stranger things hyperfixation#Sofia needs a hug man that poor girl’s gone through so much 😭
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Freedom from Want
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@_proletkvlt 2022
CWs: CNC, unreality, piss, musk, sweat, memoryplay
“Wow! Thanks, mom!”
“Oh, you’re so very welcome, darlin’!”
Norman Rockwell himself couldn’t have done it better. Dinner was laid out across the table, a veritable banquet for the wealthiest of royalty; roast and hand-stuffed turkey, delicious homemade cranberry sauce, braised potatoes and vegetables… indeed, it was like walking into a dream. Surrounding the table are your beloved family members; Mom sits at the head of the table, Dad beside her, and your siblings crowd around the sides.
The dining room is truly immaculate, as it often was; your family was quite proud of their home, a beloved New England inheritance from your great-grandmother. Warm, crackling cedar burns in the fireplace, filling the whole house with the inviting scent as it mixes with the artfully-prepared meal’s numerous aromas. Snowflakes gently cascade through the air outside the windows, the dull colors of autumn masked by the blue glow of a chilly full moon. Trees just beyond the yard sway and drift calmly in a whistling breeze, rustling quietly in the distance. Tranquility.
“This must’ve taken ages to prepare, huh?” you ask, a wide smile on your warm cheeks as you take your seat. Beside you, plates are taken, and begin to fill with assorted dishes.
“It was nothing at all – there’s not much I can say makes me happier than preparing a family meal!” your mother replies, an equally-wide grin on her face as Dad places a hand around her back.
“Your mother’s a competent woman! We’re so lucky to have her,” he beams, taking a puff of his delightful corn-cob pipe. Mom blushes and returns the favor with a little kiss on the cheek.
“What a flatterer!”
He laughs, and she does too. Your siblings laugh along with them, now eagerly digging into their wonderful food. A chuckle escapes your lips – and you begin to do the same, sinking your fork into a succulent, tender, juicy cut of turkey, bringing it to your lips as it steams- -
Darkness. Engulfing, inescapable darkness. You feel like someone is beating your skull in with a cinderblock.
“Wakey-wakey.”
Your eyes ratchet open with a dry, crusted pop, a dehydrated gasp escaping your chapped lips. Freezing-cold wind buffets your naked skin. In the darkness you attempt to pry for detail, but find none – until a blinding light snatches your vision once again.
���Good, that’s it – still enough of you in there,” a woman says, her voice gravelly and smoke-cured. The noise and light wake more of your body from the stupor, and you become aware of the sticky, plasticine sheet beneath you. Drool, sweat, and spilled urine collect in a shallow pool around your ass, every inch of skin totally covered in a mostly-even coating of fluids. You reeked. Your nose burns with the stench of ammonia and frozen air. In a moment, the blindness subsides.
Before you in the darkness was a woman in a black jumpsuit, stained with oil and God-knows what else. A sickly-white LED lamp on her head was the only illumination to be seen, save for the dim and distant glowing of countless red dots – red dots unmistakably similar to those glowing on various buttons and readouts attached to the bizarre seat you found your arms and legs strapped into.
In her hand, she holds a bundle of cables – and a visor.
She starts to laugh – snorting, even, her cackling echoing along vast and unseen solid steel surfaces.
“Oh, yeah, lemme guess – can’t remember what this is for, can you? Stupid fuck.”
She laughs again, taking a single powerful step right up beside you. Your eyes crane around in their sockets as she takes stance right beside your head. Her hair is greasy and long, heavy rings of bags around both of her sunken eyes.
“You’re in for a long, long time, cutie, so they wanted to be humane – give you a little simulated life to live while you’re stuck here. How nice of them, right?”
Who are they? Who are you? Where is Mom and Dad?
“They forgot to factor in two little details, though, see…”
The woman grabs her crotch, a straining bulge just beneath the canvas.
“...not only do they suppress your memory with all these drugs…”
She slides her belt of tools, IV syringes, and maintenance probes aside, unzipping her jumpsuit down the front. Her toned form pops out in the alien lighting, casting lurid shadows down her rippling abdomen that wind and twist between her wiry body hair. In seconds, her cock pops free, the stench of her musk just barely detectable above the stink of your own piss and cold sweat. The length glistens, twitches, dried stains of pre visible on the inside of her jumpsuit leggings; you attempt to pull your head away from her, to turn and scream, but find a network of cables embedded into your skull anchors you in place.
“...but they have to have someone maintain your life support when you’re in here. And that someone is me.”
The woman stands at full height and straddles your chair. Beads of pre leak from her tip as she starts to jerk off against you, rubbing and squishing her turgid length against your slick flesh. In the freezing cold she feels burning hot, your sensitive nerves utterly unacquainted to such intense stimuli. She grunts, thrusting her hips as she starts to grab at your small, yet pliable, tits. Attempting to clench your fist leads to nothing but shooting pain. You grimace, which seems to delight her.
“Oh yeah, don’t move too hard – all that wetware’s not exactly installed for comfort, heheheh...”
You look down at your wrist and find a deep IV port. Terrified eyes bounce to your opposite hand, finding the same – but this one is still connected, a thick plastic tube continually feeding some kind of off-white slurry into your bloodstream. It’s like becoming aware of your own blinking, the pain of the inserted devices suddenly welling up inside of you like a swallowed, burning coal. You grit your teeth in agony.
“Aw – not a fan, are you? Don’t worry, though, I’m something of a quick-shot, myself, so it’ll be back to fairyland in no time.”
She continues to rut against you, ropes of semitransluscent precum leaking from her shaft and joining the growing pool of juices beneath you. Her breathing hitches, clearly enjoying herself; her hands glide across the veiny surface in long, sensuous strokes, her sharp nails digging into your skin and leaving long, red scratch marks in the tender flesh beneath. You fidget and call out, attempting to scream past the long PVC tube affixed to your neck, extending down your throat, but manage little more than a gurgle. You’re suddenly aware that you don’t have teeth, which panics you even further.
“Don’t worry, cutie, I only wake up one of you at a time when I wanna get my rocks off – nobody’ll be able to hear you, even if you could still scream. And besides,” she says, holding up the bundle of cables in her hand, “only I get to say when you go back in.”
It doesn’t take her much longer to cum. With a final stroke forwards and a strong grip around the quivering base of her hairy cock, she peaks, balls contracting as ropes of thick, pearly seed land across your bare chest. Burning-hot and viscous, they quickly start to bead and slide down your lubricated skin, pushed onwards by your shaky breathing. A long, heavy groan escapes your tormentor’s lips, wiping sweat away from her brow.
“Nhgh, fuck – much better. You were so fuckin’ feisty last week, heheh – maybe the muscle atrophy’s starting to pick up speed...”
...what did she mean by last week?
She licks her chops and pinches one of your nipples, forcing a wheezy squeal out of you and a snicker from her. With a final, toothy grin, she grabs the bundle of cables in one hand and your head in the other, jamming them into an unseen socket in the side of your skull. Agony rips through you – but only for a moment, as the technician inserts one of her many syringes into one of the IV ports in your arm.
“Night-night, whore.”
Sensation fades. All is black as she affixes the headset back across your face, calibrating your life support, nutrient feed, and re-sealing the plasticine outer skin that secured you in your personal prison. She leaves you in the darkness – with the rest of the solitary ward.
Cedar smoke.
“Everything alright, deary?” Mom asks, a concerned look on everyone’s faces as you slump over your meal.
You… can’t remember why, but you feel distantly violated. Still, you return a warm smile.
“Just a headache. I’ll be okay.”
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