#and the extra fear is it always fucks with my brain for a while afterwards
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the thing about chronic migraines that they dont tell you is the lingering terror of the long stretches in between them. bc you know you'll have one again. its inevitable. its just a matter of time.
but then you desperately try Not to think about it because you dont want to jinx it / somehow psyche yourself into one
#its been a little over two months and im scared#its gonna be a bad one i know it....#but i will continue on doing my best to ignore it#freaking out every time its a little harder to think or i get a spot in my vision#im doubly scared one will hit while im driving.... especially when i need to take the long drive into the city#migraine + winding roads = Oh No#absolutely unprompted#migraines i hate you i Hate you#and the extra fear is it always fucks with my brain for a while afterwards#ive been able to think so clearly lately#and im terrified of losing that. its like they scramble my neurons#and it takes so long for them to untangle....#ive been dealing w this since 6th grade and ill never get used to it#its horrible....#that being said if anyone reading this is ever writing about migrained#Oh Boy Do I Have Firsthand Experience For You!!!!#*migraines. typing on phone rn
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i honestly love everything i get be it just 'good' or a keyboard smash or anything, but ive always been extra fond of feedback that states the commenters favorite part of the fic or picks apart their favorite sentences etc. cause to me that feels like they took the time not only to read, but also to try to invest themselves in the story and understand it and what the words i was putting down were fully trying to convey. they are the very special kinds to me personally <3
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
its the one i can keep repeating to the very end, but i love the way i can convey emotions in scenes. i think im pretty hecking good at that honestly
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
oh wow i havent. actually rewarded myself for finishing and posting since i started doing it again lol. i do give myself credit when its due cause i think my work is pretty good at the moment so i dont feel like im posting subpar stuff, but i also dont know what to reward myself with. i cant afford anything and little things dont bring me much joy rn honestly lol. stay tuned maybe i figure this out
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
characters (and their relationships) and the overall mood. i usually want to convey a certain feeling through a scene so thats my top priority, and i take pride in my character work a lot so thats also up there, trying to make them feel as real as possible. reading-wise im a plot person tho, or again the mood is really important to me
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(unspirisingly) insomnia. i just thought it was really cute. it also helped my anxiety while working on it and reading it afterwards a few times so like. yeah. its also the piece that got me into writing kip so thats very special
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i have always liked stories. i was a lonely child with no friends and talents, writing was the one thing i was maybe good at and ppl complimented me on when i dared to share something with them. currently im doing it as an outlet and cause it just makes me happy and my god nobody else is writing these fics and ships (except you <3) and someone fucking has to LOL
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recently i think all ive done after finishing something is either eat or go to bed lol. i also more often than not let the written stuff simmer for a while, depending how im feeling about it if its an hour or a few days before editing and posting so im not constantly overworking myself, but yeah. food and/or sleep is the most common thing rn. as stated above, i cant afford any big things to celebrate with and small things barely give me any sort of happiness rn
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Baby Steps
Request: @gubswh0re requested: "hi! could you do 20,25 & 48 from the promt list all in one? would be amazing, thank you!!"
Summary: A case gone wrong and Spencer blames himself. Reader tries to make him feel better.
Couple: Spencer Reid x reader
Category: hurt/comfort, angst, a bit of fluff if you never felt happiness before
CW: sad as fuck uhm I lowkey broke my own heart but its also really sweet
Word Count: 1,9k
If I had to describe Spencer Reid handling his emotions in two words, they would be “quiet suffering”. In the two years I have known him he only opened up a handful of times. Not in the sense of him never talking about his past or things that happened to him, but whenever he talked about these things, he tells them like one of his facts. He tells you that his mother has schizophrenia, but he doesn't tell you how he feels about it. It always reminds me of a medical anamnesis.
On rare occasions, he would break. Everything became too much, even for him. I remember the first time I witnessed it very clearly. It was after he visited his mom for a few days and, from what he told me, she was in such a bad condition that she didn’t even recognize him. He was devastated and when he was on his way back he drove straight to my apartment, not knowing how to deal with everything. Spencer didn’t call or text before he arrived there and saying I was surprised when I opened my door doesn't even come close. His eyes were bloodshot and it looked like he hadn’t slept for weeks. Truth be told, I was very overwhelmed so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled him inside and hugged him as hard as humanly possible.
In the office everyone always jokes about Dr Reid and his fear of human touch, but he hugged me back so hard that breathing became just a little difficult, and in that moment I realized the reason he doesn’t hug people isn’t because of his fear of bacteria. It’s because of the closeness of it. My heart cracked then.
The next discovery I made was that Spencer is a quiet cryer. I didn’t even notice it until his tears started seeping through my shirt and I could feel the wetness. I don’t know how long we stood there, but when I could feel him calming down a bit, I pulled away just enough to be able to look at him. He was extremely embarrassed and started to pull away completely to cover his face with his hands, but I’m too stubborn for that, so I grabbed his wrists and made him look at me. He started crying again then.
It took an hour until he started telling me what got him so upset and after that we talked the whole night, about his mother, her sickness and everything related to it. I always hoped that he would open up about it eventually, but when he finally did, I couldn’t handle it very well. I tried not to cry myself, but that is hard when the person you love most breaks down in front of you like that.
That night I held him close, let him lie on my chest, played with his hair - everything to try and make his pain go away. And after that day I thought things would have changed, that he would stop hiding and open up more to me, but I was very wrong. When he woke up the next morning he apologized about a hundred times and no words or reassurance made him less ashamed. Afterwards he tried to act like nothing had ever happened.
So in conclusion: I had done a lot of difficult tasks in my life, but getting Spencer Reid to talk about his feelings was by far the most difficult. Nonetheless, today was one of those rare days.
We just came back from a really shitty case that resulted in more victims than it should have due to the police department holding back evidence. It was messy and frustrating and exhausting. Spencer was there when one of the victims was shot and he blamed himself for not preventing it, even though we all told them that there was no chance that he could have done it.
And as if the case itself wasn't bad enough, we were stuck for more time back in the office to do the paperwork. When the clock turned 8 pm Hotch came out of his office to tell us to go home. We all sighed in relief and started packing up our things. All of us except a particular dr. He was still sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer. I watched him for a while, contemplating what to do, and after everyone said their goodbyes, I walked over to him.
“Come on. I’ll take you home”, I said, leaning on his desk trying to catch his eyes with mine. No luck.
“I still have work to do, I’ll take the subway home later.” He continued typing like i wasn’t even there and I got frustrated. The case was already bad enough and I would not stand here watching him torture himself.
“That wasn’t a request, Spencer.” I didn’t intend to sound so harsh but hey, at least it made him look at me. “We are gonna leave. Now.” He opened his mouth to protest and closed it again, he knew better than to argue with me. My eyes said it all: If he would stay, I would stay. And since Spencer Reid cares about everyone but himself, he closed his computer and packed up his things.
The walk to my car was quiet, and so were the first 5 minutes of driving. I kept glancing at him from the driver's seat, but he was looking out of the window, lost in thought. The guy on the radio made a stupid comment and normally he would have immidiatly complained, but it seemed like he didn’t even hear it. His brain is a beautiful place with a million facts and ideas, yet I can imagine how scary it can be as well. When Spencer gets really lost in his thoughts he begins to spiral and I can just guess that that is what happened at that moment. Only then I came to the conclusion that he wanted to stay and work because that would distract him from anything going on inside.
“Talk to me, Spence.” My tone was pleading, practically begging at this point.
“I’m fine, y/n.” I sighed. I was thinking about just letting it go, but then I thought about him alone in his apartment, stuck in this beautiful scary brain of his. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how. I took a deep breath. If you're lost, stick to what you know.
“Do you trust me?”
“What?”, he turned to me with a quizzical expression on his face.
“Do you trust me?”, I asked again, looking him in the eyes this time.
“Of course I trust you. Why are you even asking me this?”
“We’re making a detour. I’m gonna show you something.” My words didn’t leave room for questions so we just fell silent again. He continued to watch me with a questioning look, but i tried to ignore him. I was too focused on taking the right turns anyway. It was hard to find my way in the dark, but 5 minutes later we were there. I got out of the car and waited for Spencer to do the same and after he did, he seemed more confused than ever. I walked over to the familiar building and fished for a key at the same moment.
“What is this place?”
“It’s an art gallery. My mom used to work here.” I found what I was looking for and started to unlock the door.
“And you just have a key to this place?” If the circumstances were different, I would have laughed at his confusion, however, the circumstances weren’t different.
“Yep.” The door opened and I looked for the light switch. “Come on, just follow me.”
I led us up the 5 flights of stairs and then, after 2 more doors we were finally there. The place that has been the only place I called home for the years before I joined the team.
“Are you sure we should be doing this? We’re not breaking in right now, are we?” At this I did laugh. I stepped further onto the rooftop.
“Relax Spence, we are not breaking any laws.” He was still hesitant so I took his hand and pulled him to the edge. The railing was high, meaning there was no danger of falling down. I let go of his hand and leaned on it. The building was on a small hill and since it had a few stories, you were able to look over a big part of the city. It was always a beautiful view, but that night was extra special. It was a Friday in the late summer, which didn’t only mean the sky was clear, there were also a lot of traffic lights and buildings that shone bright.
I just watched and after a few minutes Spencer stood beside me and did the same. Some time passed before I broke the silence.
“How many people are living in the US?” He didn’t hesitate before answering. It was like a reflex for him by now. I liked to ask random questions all the time and to this day, he always had an answer.
“331.002.651 people.” I paused for a few seconds.
“You can’t protect all of them, Spencer.”
“Y/n I-”
“I mean it, Spence. It is humanly impossible to protect everyone. You can protect some of them, maybe even a lot, but you won’t ever be able to do that if you keep beating yourself up over incidents like today.” He sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but I wasn’t done. “I know how you feel and I know it’s not easy. There was no chance for you to save that girl, Spencer. Zero. And if you can’t accept that, you will lose yourself. And then you won’t be able to save anyone anymore.” I know it was harsh, however, sometimes that's the only language he understands.
“You could have said all of that in the car.” He paused. “Why did you take me here?” I didn’t expect him to comment on what I said. He knew I was right, that’s all I needed.
“My mom sometimes took me with her on her shifts and after she was done we would go up here. After she died the owner gave me a key so that I could come here every time I needed it. Or needed her.”
“Do you come here often?”
“Not anymore. This place was the only thing making me feel at home for years and I came almost every day, but when I started working at the BAU I stopped going here more and more. And now I don’t really need it anymore, because my apartment finally started feeling like home. Especially when you are there.” I looked at him while saying that last sentence and I saw him smile for the first time in days. His eyes caught mine.
“Thank you, y/n.” Those words could have many different meanings. Thank you for taking me here. Thank you for staying. Thank you for making me feel better. But it didn’t matter what he meant, because I knew.
“Do you want to go home?”
“I think I’d like to stay for a bit longer.”
And that's what we did. We stayed there for hours. That night we talked through every possible way of how Spencer could have acted differently, yet every scenario ended with the death of that girl. After that he finally accepted that it wasn’t his fault. Baby steps.
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𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨(NSFW)
Author’s Notes: I promised another one of these so of course, I shall deliver. Also this’ll be a mixture of fluff and NSFW since these are more of the teasers. Please excuse the grammar, Grammarly was not working today. Hawks, Dabi, Overhaul, and Fatgum. SPOILER WARNING FOR DABI’S DANCE IN THE MANGA. If you like the Dabi or Overhaul ones get in the therapy wagon.
Word count: 1,470 words
Warnings: THE SPICE Quirk play, cockwarming, human fleshlight,consensual somno, public sex, sex with an audience, BDSM themes, body worship, hunting, degrading, and also abuse warning for Dabi and Overhaul.
Keigo Takami~Hawks
Pfft, the mans literally never has time for you, like- ever.
He’s working 24/7 so whenever he’s in the area he’s(quite literally) swoop by and give you a kiss or something then dip.
He also has to cut dates or dinner together short for work, or just make it quick. Quickies very common
The whole feather thing is very much real, it helps him keep tabs on you while giving him a way to let you know he loves you when he’s busy.
Often times he comes home to you asleep on the couch waiting for him, and he feels something stirring in him he pushed down a long time ago: Attachment.
If he comes home and he really needs to work one out of him then he’ll ask you can he use you then carry you off and thigh fuck you, but if he’s feeling frisky he’ll stick himself inside you and just feel you clench for that added bonus.
Commitment scares him, but you’re patient with him and he appreciates it. It show when he finally falls asleep around you.
When days get rough for him, you can tell. His clothes and hair are more disheveled than usual, his feathers are spread out, and he has to remind himself not to hiss when you come close(bird shit).
You insist he talk to you but he denies since he always feels he’s being watched and judged. Then you insist he takes it out on you and he refuses even harder, he’s stressed and doesn’t know how to unwind
Then you go for the wings and he will either: dodge you and scold you for trying orrrrrr. . .
Fucking snap on you and rock your shit.
“Oh, now your playing with fire, little birdie. Touching my wings is bold, now don’t regret it. You’ve ruffled my feathers and riled me up.“
Touya Todoroki~Dabi
MEAN, MEAN AS HEELL. HE GIVES ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKS FOR YOU!
Toxic relationship built only on sex and a power complex.
He gives no fucks for you but let him catch you even looking at someone the wrong way and he’d burn the fuck out of you both. Then push you out his way so he can burn the fucker fully to a crisp.
Not gentle burns fucking third degree you need a hospital burns. Also he wouldn’t apologize.
Yandere? Fuck no, he doesn’t care that much.
He’d watch you writhe in pain with tears in your eyes and enjoy it. Then snatch you up immediately and drag you back to the base to fuck your brains out.
Why are you dating him? He loves degrading you, pride? None of that here. You are his to use, break, and throw away as he pleases.
He owns you in his eyes, and if you run your fucked when he finds you
Very much breaking down in front of you but don’t touch him, don’t try to help because again: he will cremate you in a second without hesitation.
He likes to see the fear in your eyes, it lets him know he has power over you.
Big Hunter vibes from him, please do run. He likes the games. He’ll chase you down a dark alley way and take you against the wall once you hit the dead end.
The fucking snarls and growls of this mans, dear lord.
He’ll fuck you literally anywhere, the more populated the better. Try being blindfolded and set on a stage in a club full of villains and have him dick you down for all of them to see. He’s fucked you in front of the League on several occasions.
Your so far mind-broken and gone you won’t leave even if you could. Not that he’d let you walk out, you’re his only form of stress relief. Saves him the time of finding 1 night stands then burning them afterwards.
“You wanna leave, huh cocksleeve? Go ahead, I won’t stop you all you have to do is get off of my cock first. You won’t? Then quit whining and let me break you.“
Kai Chisaki~Overhaul
HE TOXIC TOO JUST LIKE DABI
Overhaul is also super busy like Hawks but you spend a certain amount of time with him since he has his schedule specifically planned out.
You live in the base but he doesn't let you nor want you as a part of the whole Eri thing or any of his work. You are not his equal or lover.
You’re less of a partner and more as a stress reliever, you're like a concubine basically.
He has you take a disinfecting bath before he sees you just to make sure he doesn’t get sick.
Your routine is very strict and you’re guarded, rarely ever changes unless you request it or there’s an emergency.
He's really fucking mean to you and uses his quirk on you to keep you in line, he'll break you and fix you just like he does Eri just to discipline you.
He also fucks you very brutally, like just for no reason fucks you hard. Everyone just let’s it go because better you than them.
The only time other members are nice to you is when they’ve fucked up and you need to either take the blame for them or ease Kai’s anger so they don’t end up dead afterwards.
Your knocked out after every session just because he's very rough with you and doesn't care, and if you don't preform to his standards he'll break you and put you back together.
He has a bad habit of fixing you just to keep going as well.
You’re a kept woman of the Yakuza, so pretty much whatever you want is given to you on a silver plater.
You are not his first lover, and you more than likely won’t be the last.
You clean up afterwards as well. Even more so if it’s in his office.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take another round? That’s alright, I’ll just fix you up good as new and keep going. You know better than to complain, right? Good pet.“
Taishiro Toyomitsu~Fatgum
He’s a good boy, he brings you food all the time and let’s you know when he’s doing something dangerous.
Whatever you wanna eat, name it and he’s got it. Has all the popular food joints on speed dial and gets discounts literally everywhere.
He loves it when you snuggle into his hugs, but he gets worried he may accidentally lose you in his fat you would love this actually
He has no problem fucking you when he’s not patrolling, no one visits the agency often so you two have his entire office to yourselves.
This man is into food play, no surprise there. Eating off you, yes. You eating off him, yes. Food with sex, yes indeed.
The biggest cuddlebug on the planet, he’s so used to being unattractive by most standards that once you two started dating he was so touch-starved he wanted to hug you ALL THE TIME
He’s not-so-surprisingly a good combat teacher.
He’s very vanilla and gentle, he doesn’t want to hurt you but he’s a BIG BOY so no need for the extras to make it super spicy.
All giggles, you guys have tried BDSM before, it doesn’t work he’s too goofy.
The agreed safeword is. . . . meatpie. Yes. He’ll back off and you’ll be laughing to yourself about it just enough to relax once more while he gets ready to praise you like a goddess.
Butterball, butterbean, and love muffin are his go-tos for nicknames. Though when your wearing that outfit he loves so much he has a habit of calling you “Devil’s food cake”, making him want to sin in all the sweetest ways possible.
Into Cock-warming, a lot. Not to mention teasing him will result in a harsher than usual upward thrust from his hips, he’s a bucking mess.
Body positivity king, there is not a day that goes by where he does not praise your figure for hours on end.
Literally fought someone one time because they objectified you and then had the audacity to say you weren't a whole fucking snack in front of him.
Kinkiest thing he’s done: Used you as a human fleshlight, it was only once but secretly neither of you can get rid of the thought.
THE DILF VIBES FROM HIM. Everyone says Kiri and Tamaki are his hero-children, you see it. It’s lowkey highkey attractive adorable.
OH THE AFTERCARE. I’m talking fresh warm baths with your favorite scents, massages for your whole body, and food. Endless amounts of food, cuddles, and praise.
“My little butterball, you look so good. I’m gonna push all the way in now, okay? Heh, no butterbean, I’m just halfway in your little hole. You know the safeword, just say the word if it’s too much.“
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Under the Mistletoe with the Akatsuki // Part Eight // Kakuzu
What is with this group and wasting their free time doing such inane and pointless things? The old guy can think of at least 50 other activities (the majority of which involve making money) that everyone could be doing, rather than lining up to kiss each under a little green plant. When it’s his turn in the spotlight, he tries as hard as he can to back out of his “obligation” ... but Pein (and Kakuzu’s own persistent partner, Hidan) insist that Kakuzu participate. Kakuzu sighs and nods; he’s smart enough to know when he’s been defeated. However, Pein should know that Kakuzu will be adding a little extra money to his paycheck that week, for “hazard pay”.
Pein
Nagato was more interested in Kakuzu joining his group than any of the others. Immortality, money-sense, expertise and wisdom ... this is the man who survived the wars of the past. This is the man who survived the mighty Hashirama, God of all shinobi. Still, Nagato is no fool; he realizes that Kakuzu’s number one priority in life isn’t the Akatsuki, but money. Kakuzu would probably (and had likely thought about) betray them all in exchange for a tidy sum. So Nagato (as Pein) works to keep Kakuzu content enough to remain loyal, including making him the group’s treasurer and giving him complete control over everyone’s finances. And Kakuzu remains highly useful; strategizing, completing missions twice as fast (and ten times as efficient) as his younger teammates. Pein approaches Kakuzu and gives him a light kiss on the forehead, before returning to his room. He reminds himself to speak to Kakuzu later; he has some ideas about weapons he’d like to procure for the group, and needs to see if it would be financially feasible to do so.
Konan
Kakuzu genuinely likes Konan, and appreciates her company. Many men of Kakuzu’s generation were raised on the belief system that women were solely meant to be wives, child-bearers, and home-makers; to call a female a ninja was deemed unthinkable. But Kakuzu was a rarity in that he never saw this as being the case; man or woman, one’s inner strength was all that mattered in regards to being a shinobi. He’s spoken with Konan at length about her childhood, and the trauma she endured, and he knows that this little blue-haired lady is a sight tougher than a LOT of people (and Kakuzu’s met quite a few in his long life). Konan walks up to him and he smiles; it’s rare for Kakuzu to smile, but Konan brings it out of him. “Good evening, Kakuzu-san. I think it’s my turn.” He nods, and slips off his mask so that his lips are exposed. He leans down and very, very gently kisses her cheek. Her blushing skin is soft and her smile is beautiful as she thanks him and steps away, to let the next person go.
Kisame
Nobody knows this about Kakuzu (and he fears he would be mocked if they did), but the old guy puts a lot of emphasis on the idea of exercise. Five hearts is a lot of responsibility, and staying healthy is how Kakuzu intends to keep living forever. So every night, when the others are asleep and after he’s done with his reading, he’ll spend some time in his room exercising. One night Kisame passed by his open door and saw him using a pair of heavy books as make-shift weights. The next evening Kisame came to Kakuzu’s room with a set of real barbells , which he casually gave to Kakuzu with the admonition not to overdo it. Kakuzu greatly appreciated the gesture (and the unspoken support), and the two have been good friends ever since. But ... a kiss between them would just be too strange, so Kisame comes up with a better option: an arm-wrestling match, Kisame grabs the kitchen table and two chairs and sets them up under the mistletoe. Of course the rest of the Akatsuki gathers to watch, hooting and hollering and placing bets on who will win. Kisame and Kakuzu are both fairly evenly matched, so that challenge goes on for a while. Finally, with a final grunt of exertion, Kakuzu is able to slam Kisame’s hand into the table. Everyone claps, and Kisame laughs and tells Kakuzu that he’s “one tough son of a bitch”; high compliment coming from a man who was half-shark.
Itachi
Out of all the members of the Akatsuki, Itachi was by far the least problematic of the younger ones. Quiet, thoughtful, quick and efficient in completing missions. And polite; always forthcoming with “please” and “thank you”, and never failing to use honorifics with the others, even though some of them (ie Deidara and Hidan) don’t show him that same respect back. One time Kakuzu had caught a cold that stubbornly hung on for several days. Itachi came to his room every day with a cup of congestion-easing tea, something that Kakuzu didn’t ask for, but greatly appreciated nonetheless. Itachi comes up to him and nods. “Kakuzu-san.” “Itachi-san.” Itachi leans up and gives him a light kiss to the cheek, and Kakuzu is struck by a particular urge — to hug this kid. Something about him, perhaps everything about him, seems like a cry for parental love and affection. Kakuzu resists this odd impulse, but Itachi seems to sense that it’s something he wanted, because he leans over again and very briefly puts his arms around the older man. “Thank you,” he murmurs, before walking away. Kakuzu watches him go, slightly shaking his head.
Tobi
Tobi gives Kakuzu an uneasy feeling deep within his heart(s). Running around, speaking loudly, eating nothing but candy and sweets, acting like a complete fool — it’s an act. Kakuzu has never been more convinced of anything in his life. The only question is, why is Tobi putting on this act? To deceive them all into a false sense of security, before striking? Kakuzu has hunted bounties a good deal of his life, and a lot of the more difficult ones to catch have acted EXACTLY the way Tobi does, in order to throw off potential bounty hunters. Kakuzu learned to see through them, the same way he sees through Tobi. But to tip one’s hand and give away what you know is unthinkable in the chase and capture game, so Kakuzu never lets on what he actually believes. “Oh boy Kakuzu-san; does Tobi get a kissy now?!” Kakuzu nods, and Tobi slides his mask halfway off (Kakuzu notes the lines on the side of his face; accident, most likely. Possibly a disfiguring one) and the strange glint of his eye. Before Tobi can act, Kakuzu puts a hand on his face and kisses his forehead. “There. Now go.” Tobi slides the mask back on and hurries away with his usual chatter and giggling, and Kakuzu reminds himself to loom through the bingo book later for bounties with visible scarring on the left side of the face.
Zetsu
Five hearts means more blood needed to sustain said hearts. More blood means a stronger scent. A stronger scent means ... Kakuzu smells delicious to someone like Zetsu. Zetsu approaches him and looks around quickly; the two are alone. His brain runs through every possible scenario in which he could successfully kill and eat Kakuzu. He’s victorious in a few ... but most end with him mutilated by the man’s tentacles, and having to face the wrath of Pein on top of everything else. So he simply sighs, flicks out his tongue to taste the saltiness of Kakuzu’s cheek, and walks away again. Just that one taste was almost enough to make zetsu throw restraint to the wind and eat his fill, so he leaves before he can do anything he’ll regret. Kakuzu wipes off his cheek in mild disgust ... in a group full of freaks, Zetsu certainly seemed to take the cake.
Deidara
Kakuzu still remembers the day they brought this kid into the group. And that’s exactly what he was; a kid. Barely 15 years old, with a powerful “gift”, and full of anger at a village he felt betrayed him in not trying to understand his unique sense of ‘art’. Fast forward several years later and Deidara had changed, and most of that change was the better. Kakuzu could only surmise that the kid matured due to the constant council and guidance of his older and wiser partner Sasori; Kakuzu feels mildly jealous that Sasori was able to reign some measure of improvement over HIS young partner, but Kakuzu couldn’t do a thing with Hidan. Still, though, even Sasori hadn’t been able to completely tame the kid, as evidenced by Deidara managing to get BOTH arms blown off in a tussle with some Konoha nin. Kakuzu had been tasked with sewing his new arms back on, but to the kids credit, despite his painful the procedure had been, he didn’t utter a sound. Had even thanked Kakuzu, twice, afterwards. Deidara walks up to him and looks almost shy; 19 years old now and still with the face of a child. Kakuzu leans down and kisses the kid’s forehead, again noting his soft and smooth — and LONG — his hair was. It sways as Deidara walks away, and Kakuzu wonders how much he could get for those luscious locks, from the right buyer.
Sasori
Respect. Out of all the words that Kakuzu could use to describe how he felt about Sasori, Respect was at the top of the list. And the funny thing was, Kakuzu hadn’t even met the REAL Sasori until almost a year of being in the Akatsuki. The two had been sent on a mission, and at night, near the campfire, a soft metal sound made Kakuzu turn his head. It was a small, slender redhead, emerging from the being that Kakuzu had THOUGHT was a real person. The two had looked at each other for a while, and then started a game of cards as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As time went on, the two became closer. They both shared an interest in/knowledge of medical jutsu and procedures, and would often come to one another with questions or with articles on different medicines. Kakuzu nods at him as he walks up, and Sasori does the same. He thinks about it, bends down and kisses Sasori’s left cheek, and Sasori smiles at him, bidding him a quiet Good Evening before going back to his room.
Hidan
“Hey old fuck; you’ve been dying to get your hands on my sexy body all day, haven’t ya, pervert?” Kakuzu would roll his eyes at Hidan’s comment, but at this point, he’s ridiculously used to the things his partner says and does. As he looks at Hidan’s face, he wonders, and not for the first time, whether this is a punishment of sorts. Gaining five hearts and creating a kind of immortality only came for Kakuzu at the end of a long and bloody road, one paved with the unwilling sacrifices of other people. Was it Fate, that the Gods had put THIS man, this loud, overbearing, foul-mouthed heathen, into his path? And as the one person who just might be immortal, too? Hidan often joked about “When all these other assholes bite the big one, me and you might as well get married, bastard.” But what in the world was he saying? Surely he was joking; why would someone as young and attractive as Hidan want to be with Kakuzu? Kakuzu who was heaven knows how many times Hidan’s age, and — “So we gonna slobber each other or what?” “You’ve got a big mouth, brat. Learn to shut up once in a while.” “MAKE me shut up, fuck-face.” So Kakuzu grabs Hidan around the waist, tilts him back, and sinks into his lips. Kakuzu’s mouth is rough and scarred but Hidan’s is smooth and soft, and the contrast creates a dizzying effect for both men. Hidan grasps Kakuzu’s shoulders tighter, leaving slight nail-prints in Kakuzu’s flesh. Their lips are touching but in this moment it feels like everything is touching, even their very souls (if either of them still had one, that is). When Kakuzu finally breaks the kiss and pulls Hidan back up, the white-haired immortal seems fairly disorientated ... but that doesn’t stop his mouth. “You’re an even bigger pervert than I thought, old fuck. Who the hell said you could stick your tongue in my mouth?? And why —” Kakuzu suddenly reaches out and grabs Hidan’s face with both hands, this time pulling him forward into a very soft, closed-mouth kiss. “Better?” Instead of a smartass answer, Hidan simply nods; and now he’s smiling as he walks away. If he were to turn around at any point, he’d surely gasp; because Kakuzu’s smile was even bigger than Hidan’s own. “Stupid kid,” Kakuzu mutters to himself, still smiling as he makes his way back to his room.
#the akatsuki#under the mistletoe#kissing#kakuzu#hidan#konan#pein#tobi#deidara#sasori#kisame#itachi uchiha#zetsu
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can you do ateez reaction to you flinching during an argument?
tw: (past) domestic violence
❥ kim hongjoong
it had been your worst fight to date and neither of you even remember exactly how it started. all you know is the two of you were in each other’s faces, hongjoong’s eyes glaring down at you in a way you’ve never ever seen before and your own hands threatening to fly up and push at his chest.
he was just being so mean, his words biting and cruel like he was purposely trying to hurt you. but then when his own hand rose while he said “y/n, i’m fucking warning you,” your heart fell into your stomach as you immediately flinched away before his hand could make contact to your cheek, as you expected.
but then his face fell immediately and his words stopped, looking over you with a completely different look in his eyes; it wasn’t hard for him to guess what you thought he was gonna do.
“y/n…i-i would never…” he couldn’t even get the words out because he couldn’t believe he had scared you to that point. that you actually thought just because his voice was raised and he was mad that he would hit you.
“i just wanna stop fighting,” you whimpered out, confused and upset that your first reaction was to flinch away; but it’s just natural, you think, the quick movement of what was supposed to be him running his hand through his hair mistaken.
so he took you in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, rocking you back and forth as he mumbled apologies and sweet nothings against your hair. he promised that from now on, your fights would never get to the point and you’d talk it out maturely.
❥ park seonghwa
“fuck you, i’m leaving,” you growled at your boyfriend, annoyed over the fact this was the third night in a row he tried to reschedule your date.
you were understanding at first, looking up at him with wide, sympathetic eyes and asking him softly if he felt okay. but then somewhere between making dinner at home and picking a movie, you both had gotten irritated. you asked him if tomorrow, friday night, could really be your date night. that you know he’s busy but it’s not fair that he’s pushing off your anniversary dinner.
he told you that you knew what you signed up for and that if he needs a night in with you after a long day of practice, why can’t he just give that to you?
“why can’t you just give me one night, seonghwa? i don’t think i’m asking for much.”
“why can’t you just be happy with our time together? is this not enough?”
and that comment made your eyes narrow and veins flood with irritation because how dare he imply it’s not enough? to turn this around on you and make you feel like the asshole. so that’s what lead to you cursing at him, standing up from the couch and walking around the coffee table to make your way toward the door.
but then you felt his hand roughly pull at your arm, turning you around and looking down at you with the fire in his eyes that’s always there when you’re bold enough to curse at him.
“don’t talk to me like that,” he demands, his deep voice low and gruff only making you roll your eyes at him.
“let go of me, you’re being an asshole.”
“i’m being an asshole? you’re the one who-“ you rip your arm from his hold with all your might, the boy’s body teetering back ever so slightly. it’s what causes him to bring his hand up, planning to wrap his hand around the back of your neck to pull you into him.
but then he sees you flinch away from him, eyes watering and wide and he immediately drops his hand. you can only look at him in confusion and sadness because you can’t believe you just did that and his only matches because:
“why did you…” his voice is still deep but so sweet and gentle it makes you swallow the lump in your throat. “i would never hurt you, baby.” and they’re words you know with one hundred percent certainty but they still serve to make tears fill your eyes and fall down your cheek, seonghwa immediately taking you in his arms as you bury your face in his chest.
it was the calm after the storm and it even ended up with him taking a much needed vacation day the next day, spending the morning cuddled in bed before taking you on the most elaborate anniversary date you’ll probably ever experience.
❥ jeong yunho
yunho knew that you were abused in your relationship before him.
he had been there as a friend helping you through it all: when you finally broke down and told him what had been going on. that the bruises on your arms and stomach weren’t from you being clumsy, the very much needed breakup and court proceedings that drained your body and the soul, the nightmares and anxiety attacks that followed afterward you’re still tortured by,
but now, almost a year later, you’re still reeling with the fear and anxiety your ex had given you. because even the smallest arguments now with yunho bring you right back to that place. fearing that a sassy comment leaving your mouth will end with a smack, that if you tried to defend yourself he’d maybe see the effectiveness in halting your words with his hands.
that maybe if he hit you, you’d remember he didn’t want onions on his sandwich.
“ugh, y/n, what the fuck,” he complained to you, “i told you three times i didn’t want this.”
“i’m sorry, i thought i told them,” you said quietly, the curse and his raised voice already making your skin prickle.
“how could you have forgotten, the restaurant is down the block,” he mutters, reaching over you on the floor to grab a napkin. but he catches from the corner of his eyes, the way your shoulders fly up to your ears and you lean away from him.
his heart lurches immediately, seeing such a familiar reaction in you that never fails to make him wanna cry. because he knows that there are lasting effects from surviving abuse, that a part of you might always have those nightmares you wake up crying from. but it always hurts him when he sees you’re scared of him sometimes, like it’d even be possible for him to hurt someone he loves so much.
you know you flinch away from him and you look up at him, mumbling an “i’m sorry,” that only makes him feel worse. his sandwich forgotten, he drops it on the plastic and wipes his greasy hands on his shirt before taking your face in his giant hands. it’s such a slow, gentle movement that it makes you lip tremble, knowing what you just did and that it probably hurt his feelings.
“it’s me, baby” he says quietly, the same thing he speaks to you at night when you wake from a nightmare and cry quietly into his chest. “it’s me and i’m never gonna hurt you.”
and just like at night, it works to soothe you slightly. his familiar soft voice and gentle touch, the way he’s looking at you so lovingly you hate that you can’t scream at your body and brain to understand that he would never put you through what he put you through.
but yunho knows that it’ll take him for you to get there, leaning in to peak your forehead, nose and lips in a kiss that always brings a small smile to your face.
❥ kang yeosang
your fights with yeosang were either borderline playful banters, snippy comments back and forth that always left you with smirks on your faces, or blowout disasters. and tonight, proved to the be the latter.
it had been nonstop. you extra irritable because you were on your period and him because he was completely overworked preparing for the comeback. it was little things like the way you spilled your water on his pants and the way he didn’t put the seat back down on the toilet that started it.
and then somehow, the fight moved to the topic of you not being considerate of his work schedule.
“are you fucking kidding me?” you sneered at him, watching him look at you from the doorway. “like you actually have to be joking.”
“and why’s that? because you could do no wrong?” he asks, the snide sarcasm in his tone making you more and more angry. “you do more things wrong than right these days, y/n.”
“wow.” you say simply, shaking your head in disbelief as a heavy silence falls between you two. it doesn’t even look like he regrets those words, just his eyebrow raised challengingly, like he’s waiting for you to make the next rude comment. “you’re an asshole. maybe i’ll just leave then.”
he only rolls his eyes because that’s exactly what he was expecting. for you to just leave instead of working on and fixing your problems. “why would i stay here?” you ask when he voices that thought aloud, hearing your voice waver with emotion. “you’re just gonna be a dick and try to hurt my feelings.”
and when he doesn’t make it obvious he’s gonna talk again, you walk away from your shared bed and stomp toward the door. but he only throws his arm up, blocking you from leaving and it sends a hot sear of irritation through you.
“i’m leaving. move.”
“no you’re not.”
“yes i am,” you yelp, resisting the urge to stomp on his foot. “i don’t wanna be with you right now.”
“too bad,” he says, “we’re taking about it and there’s nothing you can-“ and maybe it’s because his voice is so calm and steady that him bringing his hand up so fast scares you. causes you to jump back and look at him with wide eyes. he only blinks in the doorway looking at you watch him with wary eyes, like you’re not 100% sure what he was just about to do.
it makes his heart hurt and stomach lurch, taking a step closer to you and his face crumbles when you take a step back. your knees hit the bed and he can only watch you sink down on it, the heavy silence between you two too much to bear.
“did you think i was gonna hit you?”
and like the thought of that physically pains you, tears immediately prick your eyes as you struggle to find an answer. because you’d never think that, no matter how crazy your bad fights get. but you also don’t know why you did that, why you thought…
“i’m sorry,” he says immediately, making his way over to you on the bed and dropping to his knees. a tear falls down your cheek as you see him look up at you with his own tears, his head shaking because he can’t believe you actually thought that. “i’m sorry, baby, i would never-“
“i know,” you blurt out, resting your head on top of his hair and stroking it softy. “i just…i got scared. i don’t know.”
“but you don’t have to be,” he says sadly, reaching up so he can wipe a tear from falling down your face. “i love you and i’m sorry i said that.”
❥ choi san
the first fight you ever had with san started with both of you screaming and ended with both of you crying.
you had been together for almost seven months without a single fight or argument, not even over small things like where to eat or what to watch. the both of you just always compromised or thought about the other, would sacrifice whatever you wanted for the other without even knowing it.
you always knew he struggled with insecurities and you couldn’t imagine why when you looked at him; handsome and kind and funny, there really didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him for him to feel that way. but he told you he was getting better, more secure in himself and it made your heart warm.
but when you came in from your long day of work and dinner with coworkers at 10:00 at night, you saw him hunched over the couch and knew he wasn’t right.
“san…” you said lowly, hesitantly, like you were approaching a broken man or wild animal. his head snapped up and you couldn’t believe the rage you saw in them; you had never seen anything like that before from him.
“where the fuck have you been?”
his tone and words cause your eyes to widen, because never in all the time you’ve known him has he raised his voice or cursed at you. it made your heart hurt, narrowing your eyes at him as you looked at him in shock.
“excuse me?”
you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, shaking his head before he gets up and walks over to you like he’s a predator and you’re the prey. “i said where the fuck have you been?”
“i went out with my coworkers?” you say, even though it sounds more like a question. “i told you this morning?”
“no you didn’t,” he snapped, shaking his head as he looks at you and you’ve never seen his eyes look so stormy. angry and sad and embarrassed as he tears you into you. “and you weren’t answering my calls. do you know how fucking worried i’ve been? why weren’t you answering me?”
“my phone died,” you tell him, your own voice raising now as you show him the black screen of your phone. “and i did fucking tell you this morning, san. because you asked me where we were going and when i told you that new mexican place, you said you wanted to try it.”
his gaze on you doesn’t waver in terms of anger but you see the moment he remembers that exact conversation this morning, letting out a scoff as you push past him. “maybe if you just listened to me for once and didn’t freak out immediately, you would-“
he immediately pulls you back by the hand and you slam into his chest with an oomph, your eyes raising to his and swallowing nervously when you see how dark they are. “listen to you for once?” he repeats, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
you narrow your eyes because okay, you hadn't meant to say that. he always listens to you and hears you out and gives you his attention 100% of the time. but you’re just so thrown off, being greeted like this when he usually smiles at you and places a long kiss on your lips; and you really needed that kind of greeting after your long day.
“that if you didn’t freak out and jump to the worst case scenario, you wouldn’t be attacking me the second i walk in the door.”
“like i usually do this, y/n?” he questions with a roll of his eyes. “usually you’re more considerate.”
“oh so now i’m the asshole here?” you snap, his dark eyes never leaving yours until you push him away. “whatever, san, i’ve had a long day and i wanna-“
“we’re not finished,” he growls and when his arm grabs out to pull you by the shoulder, you can’t help the way you jump back with a flinch. your bag drops to the floor and your leg hits into the coffee table, tears pricking your eyes at the pain and the way san’s face immediately falls.
you don’t even realize what you’d done until san’s eyes start to water, watching him look at you as his adams apple bobs. it’s clear to see you flinched away from him and that thought he was gonna hurt you.
but why? why did you think that? had he ever given you a reason to think you couldn’t trust him?
a broken “sorry,” leaves his mouth before he plops down on the couch, his hands rubbing over his face. you rub at your leg before picking up your bag, walking over to place it on the dining room table a few feet away. but san must think you’re leaving him because his head snaps up and a broken call of “baby,” followed by another apology pierces your ears.
you walk over to him and hesitantly sit down next to him, a pout on your face when he turns to you with unshed tears. “i’m so sorry if i scared you,” he says softly, “i just…didn’t know what happened to you. i didn’t know where you were and you weren’t answering and-“
“i’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head because you probably would’ve reacted the same way. and you hate that he’s crying, that you flinched away just on instinct and now know he’s gonna beat himself up for this; but he didn’t have to yell at you like that or come at you so harshly either.
“baby, if you’d think i’d ever hurt you, i need you to know i would never.”
“i know,” you say, moving over and throwing yourself into him. you hear him sigh out in relief, pressing a kiss to your head as he brings his arms around you and holds you tight until he brings you into bed.
❥ song mingi
the power behind mingi’s voice was something that either excited you or terrified you; more often than not, it sent shivers down your spine in the best possible way. hearing him lowly talk in your ear as his breath tickles your skin or smile upon hearing his pretty, deep chuckle.
but then if he was mad, it was terrifying. loud and booming as his eyes stared down at you and yelled at you. yelled about how stressed he was and that you were supposed to make him feel better, not add on to it. how he’s doing his best for you and is trying to find the proper balance between his career and a relationship.
“why are you yelling?” you whimpered, feeling your back pressing into the couch cushions.
“because you’re not listening to me,” his voice booms, his hand smacking off the table as he gets up and paces in front of you. “you just keep going on and on, y/n. what the fuck do you want from me?”
“i want you to stop yelling!” you yelp, the tears in you eyes doing nothing to soften him. because even though he loves you and hates to see you cry, his anger is outweighing everything right now. “why can’t you just stop!”
his eyes narrow at you, jaw clenched and body tense before he stomps his way over to you. he intends to pull you up and against him, lowly growl in your ear that he’ll stop when you get it through your thick skull that he can’t answer his phone all the time. that he’s gonna miss some family dinners and date nights because of his job.
but then he sees you flinch further into the couch, another whimper leaving your mouth as your eyes squeeze shut and it occurs to him just how terrified you are. that you’ve been shaking and your breathing’s been labored and he’s been too busy wallowing in his anger and stress to see it.
“stop,” you whimper, shaking your head and you don’t even recognize your own voice. “please stop. i-i don’t wanna fight with you but i just miss you, mingi. i feel like i don’t even see you anymore and-“
he sits next to you on the couch and immediately pulls you over his lap, rubbing your tensed back before you eventually relax against him and bury your face in his chest. tears prick his own eyes at the reminder of you backing away from him and he now only feels anger directed at himself.
“i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he whispers in your ear, kissing the side of your head and face before he tightens his arms around you. “i don’t wanna fight with you either. i would never ever hurt you, baby.”
❥ jung wooyoung
the moment wooyoung saw you flinch at the sight of his hand raising, he knew he was in the wrong this whole time.
neither of you can even remember what happened but one minute you were in his face, pushing at his chest and hearing him tear into you and the next, you stepped back to turn around and you were flinching at the sight of his hand.
“if you could just shut the fuck up for three seconds, maybe we could-“ his face falls immediately, not even realizing he was talking with his hands until you flinched away with a scared gasp. “what-what just happened?”
you swallow nervously, staring at him wide eyed as your mouth open and closes like a fish. his anger immediately dissipates, taking a cautious step toward you and taking your hand in his. “baby, you didn’t think i was gonna-“
“i just got scared,” you mumble, biting at your lip as you look up at him. “i don’t even know why we’re fighting anymore, wooyoung.”
and despite the heaviness of the moment, a humorless chuckle leaves him and he shakes his head, taking you in a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you breathe out against him, melting into his body and splaying your fingers out under his shirt.
“please don’t ever be scared of me,” he mumbles against your head. “i love you.”
❥ choi jongho
“i’m so fucking tired of this conversation, y/n, we’ve had it a million times bef-” he watches as your face falls and you back away from him, shoulders flying up to you ears as you squeeze your eyes shut.
he’d been yelling at you for the past five minutes, only getting in a few words of your own before he shook his head and growled that he wasn’t finished - but you were. you were so checked out and done with hearing him yell and fight and go at you nonstop until you saw his hand come up.
“what are you...?” he asked and your eyes immediately pop open. his entire dispoistion had changed, further away and looking at you with the soft, round eyes that always look so nice and soft. nothing like the eyes that were shooting daggers at you just ten seconds ago.
and just like then, you can’t find any words. you can only stare blankly at him, shrugging your shoulders and feeling your throat close due to the emotions threatning to take over you.
“are you scared of me?”
tears fill your eyes at the broken, sad way in which he says it, shaking your head before you take a step closer to him. “of course not,” you whimper out, watching as he hesitantly reaches out and interlaces your fingers together. “i was just...you wouldn’t stop yellling and i wanted to talk to you.”
he lets out a sigh, shaking his head at himself and feeling disgusted that that’s how he handled an agrument between you two. that he yelled at you to the point you felt fear and sadness.
he takes you in his arms and pecks a kiss onto your shoulder, your own body melting against him as he promises to never yell at you again. promises that he would never hurt you and loves you more than you know.
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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)
A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞
Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words
Date: December 8th, 2020
Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it
Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.
Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.
It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.
Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.
A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.
"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.
"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.
"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.
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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay,"
"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"
"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"
Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.
His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.
He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.
He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze.
He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.
"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.
"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.
Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.
"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.
"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.
No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.
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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.
He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.
Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.
He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.
Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.
He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.
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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.
Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.
"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.
He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.
What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.
He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.
"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.
"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.
He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.
"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.
"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.
He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.
"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod.
"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.
You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.
Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.
"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew
It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.
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Now, for the fake quarantine dating au aka the Fuyumi has gone feral au, we’ve now got 3/4 todoroki siblings hanging around the league of villains. Obviously this can only go well. Incorporating some lovely suggestions I got in here.
Fuyumi is now on quite good terms with most of the league. She’s practically adopted Toga as her new younger sister. Because really, the girl is quite sweet when she’s not stabbing people and she’s still a teenager. Fuyumi is a really good influence on Toga and while there’s obviously a lot of things she can’t help with, she’s able to at least get Toga to be better about consent and stalking.
Twice & Fuyumi become super close, at first just because Twice is keeping an eye on her to make sure she’s not taking information she’s not supposed to, but it quickly becomes a regular friendship. Twice is extremely supportive of Fuyumi and honestly he’s just so happy to be helpful that Fuyumi can’t help but like him.
She’s so used to being in a caretaker/helper role, that Twice being so eager to help her out is unfamiliar to her, but honestly a godsend at the same time. Twice helps her manage the new extra workload of being a villain, and encourages her to keep going when she starts worrying that she’ll never find Touya.
I should mention in here that the league is actually the paranormal liberation front by this point, and Skeptic/Re-Destro/the others are hanging around, and at the very least Skeptic and Re-Destro are aware of who Fuyumi is and why she’s here/that she’s not really a villain, but honestly they’re just so relieved that there’s an Adult that Tomura and the others will listen to and who seems to actually know what’s she’s doing, so they’re keeping their mouths shut.
There’s probably a good month in here where Fuyumi suspects that Geten might be Touya who got quirk swapped by AFO, but eventually that theory gets disproved, putting her back at square one.
Under Fuyumi’s guidance, the league rescues Kurogiri from jail (although none of the core members are aware of his status), so now they have two Real Adults around, which is great.
Tomura is extremely happy to have his foster father back. Kurogiri is so proud of the progress he’s made while he was gone (and he 100% pulls Fuyumi aside privately to thank her for getting Tomura to dress respectably), and the two of them have a genuinely nice reunion.
One problem: Tomura now has now been dating Natsuo for a month, has caught Serious Feelings, but nobody knows about any of this and Tomura doesn’t even know how to go about telling anyone, let alone Kurogiri.
It doesn’t help that 1) since he accidentally told Natsuo his old name, Tenko, he then had to tell Natsuo that he’s still in the closest and ask him not to mention him to anyone by name to stop that from getting out. 2) Natsuo has no idea that he’s a villain, let alone the leader of the league of villains, because for obvious reasons, Tomura doesn’t think that will go over well.
He doesn’t want to lie to his boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how to tell the truth either. There’s so many things he can’t say, and even though he’s mostly just been avoiding answering certain questions, it’s still weighing on him.
All of which comes to a head one evening when the two of them are lying in bed, not doing much besides cuddling, something that is still extremely foreign to Tomura and which makes him a bit nervous, even with special gloves on. Maybe it’s how undemanding Natsuo is for answers, or maybe it’s because getting Kurogiri back has made Tomura more brave, or maybe it’s just that he’s kept secrets for too long, but regardless, Tomura’s the one who breaks the silence.
“I feel like- I- There’s things you should know. About me. That I haven’t told you. That I need to tell you. But-” And he doesn’t even know where he was going with that, because he can’t tell Natsuo, but god he needs to.
“Hey, hey, hey, easy.” Natsuo has a grin on his face, softer than his normal one but every bit as bright. “It’s okay. I mean, if there’s things you want to tell me, than I’m happy to listen, but you don’t owe me answers or anything. I get it. Everyone’s got skeletons in their closet. If you’re not ready to tell me yet, that’s just fine.”
God, he was so nice and Tomura wanted nothing more than to take him up on that, but all the same he knows that Natsuo wouldn’t be saying that if he knew.
“I want you to know, but I also don’t. Because it’ll change things. Don’t try to say it won’t. I know it will. There’s no way it won’t. And you deserve to know about it, but I don’t know how to tell you. I want you to know, but I like things how they are too and I don’t want them to change.”
Natsuo’s quiet for a moment, clearly considering before his fingers come up to gently stroke through Tomura’s hair, and fuck if that doesn’t help him calm down.
“Okay. I get that. It’s still okay if you aren’t ready yet though. If it makes you feel any better, there’s stuff I haven’t told you either, for the same reason. I like what we have now, and I don’t want to lose it. But hey even if knowing more about each other will change things, that doesn’t mean it’ll be worse. Just different. Change can be good too. Who knows.”
Again, it takes a lot for Tomura not to interrupt and say he knows this won’t be a good change. But he manages. He doesn’t manage to find any other words to say though, too busy wondering what secrets someone as kind as Natsuo could possible have.
“Tell you what, I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest anyways, so how about I go first? Then if you feel like telling me your stuff, you can, or we can just save it for another night. Okay?”
Tomura nods, because that sounds nice, and who knows, maybe he’ll get lucky and Natsuo will reveal that he’s a villain too or something.
“Alright, here goes; the reason I haven’t told you my last name is because it’s Todoroki. And yes, it is the Todoroki you’re thinking of. Endeavor’s my father, and Shouto Todoroki, from the UA sports festival and stuff, that’s my younger brother.”
Oh god fucking damn it.
Suddenly, Tomura’s brain helpfully supplies him with a few facts.
He has, while not directly tried to kill Natsuo’s (and Fuyumi’s???) father, enabled Dabi to attempt something of that scale.
Wait, doesn’t Dabi have a grudge against that guy? It’d always been a bit weird to Tomura, but he hadn’t really questioned it. Not until now. That’s going to be a major problem.
“I didn’t tell you for a few reasons. One, I didn’t want you to like me or not like me because of him. Two, I noticed you were kinda jumpy about hero stuff and I didn’t want to scare you off, and three, my relationship with him is kinda... complicated. Definitely not great. It’s got to do with a lot of things, but Touya’s a pretty big part of it all.”
It takes everything in Tomura’s body to hold back his instinctive responses of ‘Do you want me to kill him for you?’, because at this point he doesn’t want to make that offer unless he means it, and he might mean it soon. Depending on a few things. He let’s his gut guide his tongue instead.
“You’re brother’s pretty important to you, huh?”
Natsuo laughs, and it’s something soft and bittersweet, but fond. Still so very fond.
“Yeah, I mean, both of them are. But Touya was my older brother. He was always looking out for me. He was a pretty sickly kid, but he had a fire in him like nobody I’ve ever met. Literally and metaphorically. I still remember how some older kids tried to pick on me after school- it must’ve been ten years ago now- he was so tiny back them, but that didn’t stop him. They weren’t taking him seriously, one of them asked him what he planned to do against them when he wasn’t even up to their shoulders.”
This time Natsuo’s smile is more fond, lost in memories. Something about this is causing ideas to connect in Tomura’s brain, and he knows it’s heading towards something, but he’s scared to get there. Why though?
“Touya looked the guy right in the eye said ‘This’, and without blinking or even changing his expression, just with a little flick of his hand, he sent a wave of flames across the ground. Before they could do anything, he melted their shoes in place so they couldn’t do anything. Then, while they were panicking about it, he got his big creepy grin on his face. The kid who’d been leading them looked up and I think he almost fainted out of fear when he realized that he couldn’t fight back or get away. He apologized real after after that, promised they’d never do it again, and Touya said they better not, or next time it wouldn’t be their shoes that he melted. Then he turned on his heel, grabbed my hand and walked me all the way back home. I never got picked on again after that. But that was Touya for you, nothing ever scared him.”
Vividly, a memory flashes in front of Tomura’s eyes of some low level grunt getting in Dabi’s face. The guy had been getting a bit too friendly with Toga while she was still recovering from her eye injury. She was on pain meds at the time, and honestly Tomura had been about to decay the guy where he stood when Dabi stepped in and told him to back off. Apparently the guy thought he was hot shit because he asked why he should.
The very next second, blue flames had erupted and the guy was stuck in place, bound by his own shoes and helpless to do anything but simper out apologizes as those flames hovered around him, the smell of burning flesh hitting the air. Tomura hadn’t heard what Dabi had said, but he’d heard the rumors afterwards. ‘Next time, my flames will be burning a whole lot more than just your feet. Got it?’.
He hadn’t actually burned the guy’s feet off all the way, but it was enough to leave scars as a reminder.
Tomura had wondered many a time what Dabi was like when he was younger. Before he was Dabi.
It was almost funny, to find out that he’d always been like this. At least on some level.
Years of training was the only reason Tomura managed to keep a straight face and his voice somewhat even.
“Sounds like he was a pretty good brother.”
“Yeah. He really was. I miss him so much. All of us do. I know Fuyumi told you guys that she’s thinks he’s still out there, I don’t know if I believe that or not, but I don’t really have the heart to tell her to let it go. I probably should. It’s been years. I just... I just really like to think he’s still out there somewhere. I’d give almost anything to get him back, if I could, so I can hardly blame her for looking for him.”
Silence for a moment.
“Sorry, that’s kinda a lot to dump on you- I don’t really talk about him a lot these days.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I- I get it. My family- some of them anyways- it’s not the exact same, but it’s similar. I miss them a lot too. And-”
Tomura wanted to tell him the truth, but fuck, he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to tell his boyfriend that his brother was alive, had been this entire time, even now looked out for them because now that he was thinking about it, fuck, no wonder Dabi had been avoiding Fuyumi even while he vouched for her. But-
But it wasn’t his place to. That wasn’t his secret to share.
“-who knows, I can’t say I’m one to believe in miracles, but they do happen sometimes.”
Fuck that sounded sappy. It made Natsuo grin though, bright and wide, and so it was worth it. Worth the guilt that settled in Tomura’s chest, for all the things he couldn’t say yet.
Biting his bottom lip, Tomura decided to switch topics, meandering back to far lighter discussions of new games coming out soon. He’d wanted to tell Natsuo everything- but not tonight.
There was someone else he had to talk to first.
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feel free not to take this but it is still technically march so. vampire sternclay nsfw, a hungry submissive vampire being so, so good in the hope that their human will let them have a taste?
Here it is! I guess it’s april now but eh, on this blog it’s always monster time.
Content Notes: Mentions of blood, since we’re dealing with vampires. The roleplay in this could read as dubcon, since Stern has something Barclay needs, but aftercare is shown and even in the scene it’s clear Barclay feels safe and happy.
“I thought we could act out that, um, request you had for me tomorrow night”
“The one where you let me…”
“Yes, big guy, that one.”
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Barclay waits in Mt. Sterns study, clock on the mantle reading three minutes to six. Lamps are being lit up and down the street as the citizens of London flock out into the first warm night of the year. Barclay will not be joining them; Mr.Stern has other plans for him, and the crosses over the windows and doors to the street ensure Barclay doesn’t go anywhere without his permission.
It could be worse. Much worse.
Mr. Stern frequents the gentleman's club where Barclay is (was) a cook, is polite and charming when he discusses the latest evidence of monsters in the Himalayas or the depths of the sea. He’s American, like Barclay, which meant someone appreciated the pies he made for dessert. Every visit, he stopped by the kitchen to compliment Barclays food, insisting was the best in the city.
So imagine Barclays’ horror when, half-starved and foggy-brained, the man he pounced on in an alley turned out to be none other than Joseph Stern. The fear intensified when the human easily overpowered and pinned him, revealing that he was an agent of the crown, a member of the Royal Order of Vampire Hunters.
“I can’t let you free, not in good conscience given you attacked me and could attack someone else. But I don’t want to hurt you, Barclay.”
The agents solution was to bring the vampire home with him, lock him in the safety of the cellar (so he wouldn’t get burnt), and use him as a subject for his research. Mr. Stern prides himself on being the preeminent scholar on the subject of vampirism (“Dr. Helsing’s research is sorely lacking, but everyone goes to him because of the Harker Affair”), and couldn’t pass up the chance to make use of his live-in vampire. Generally, he peppers Barclay with questions or submits him to minor medical tests, always giving him a glass of blood to drink while they work. That glass is conspicuously absent tonight, as was the note Mr. Stern usually leaves him detailing what to expect.
Barclay bounces his knee as his stomach growls; they ran out of blood last night and a new supply has yet to arrive. Then the door opens, and he perks up like a bloodhound offered a bone.
“Hello, Barclay, thank you for being so prompt.” Mr.Stern is in his full suit, hair styled as if he just returned from the office.
“Of course, sir. I, uh, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He smiles, licks his lips as the human removes his jacket, revealing more of his throat in the process.
“You like being my research assistant?”
“Very much sir.”
Mr. Stern rolls up his shirtsleeves, “I think you’ll like tonight's experiment quite a bit. On the desk.” He pats the strangely empty hardwood and Barclay sits on the edge, tall enough that his feet still touch the floor. The human opens his dictograph, stops before turning it on, “lie down.”
Barclay does as he’s told, jolts in confusion as Stern pulls three leafs of wood from the desk; one on either side of Barclay and one at his feet, meaning that his whole body is on the table with a few inches of room to spare on all sides.
“This isn’t your normal desk, is it sir?”
“No, I had it made just for us.” The dictograph clicks on, “April 14th, experiment twenty-nine; determining the relationship between sexual arousal and bloodlust in vampires.”
“Wait, what?” Barclay bolts upright, starts climbing off the desk only for Stern to firmly cup his cheek.
“Barclay, you want to be a good specimen, don’t you?” Something sharp and wicked as a scalpel glints behind the clinical curiosity in his blue eyes.
“Yes, sir.” He does, he really does, but he’s so hungry. Hungry and terrified that whatever Stern is planning will cause Barclay to admit the feelings he has to keep reburying in his chest thanks to their reemerging whenever Stern smiles at him.
“Then do as you’re told.” He takes his hand away, Barclay mourning the loss of contact as the reclines back onto the desk.
“Much better.” Stern walks around the desk, patting Barclay’s head along the way, “If you’re good tonight, I’ll give you a special reward. One you’ve never had before.”
Barclay resolves to be better than he’s ever been. Stern's rewards are well planned and generous, leaving Barclay positively spoiled when he’s done. He buys him the expensive draught that lets vampires consume non-blood foods without illness, then takes him to dinner. Brings him rare teas and books to read while he sips them. When he learned Barclay liked theater and opera, evenings out in finery became part of the rotation. He can’t imagine what the extra special reward will be, but he hopes it involves more of Sterns gentle touches on his skin.
“I’m starting the experiment now. To establish our baseline, how aroused are you?”
“Like, a little?”
“Are you craving blood?”
“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry, but not like, crazed or anything.”
“Good. I’ll keep checking in with the subject throughout the process.” He pulls a notebook from his shelf, and Barclay can see a checklist running down the page, “I’ll start by relaxing the subject.”
The detached manner in which Stern refers to him should aggravate him; instead, his cock twitches in his pants and he squirms, hoping the human will say it again.
Stern rolls Barclays pants up to his knees, picks up his right foot and kneads his thumb along the arch. He finds all the sore spots with ease (almost as if he’s done this before), Barclay moaning softly as he works his way up one leg and then other. The vampire is so relaxed by the end he almost misses Stern guiding his wrists into the cuffs on either side of him.
“Sir?”
“It’s for your safety and mine; you may get agitated later on, and I don’t want you injuring yourself. Arousal level?”
“About the same.”
Stern raises his eyebrow.
“Uh, I mean, about the same, sir.”
“Hunger?”
“The same, sir.”
The agent turns back to the dictaphone, “Subject is now restrained. Proceeding to step twoOW, shit.” He sets the notebook down and shoves his right pointer finger into his mouth.
It’s only a small paper-cut, bleeding a bead of red when he pulls it out to examine it. To Barclay, it’s like someone cracked open a fine wine and is taking their sweet time pouring.
Stern notices his interest immediately, “Is this what you want, Barclay? To taste me?”
He whines, nodding his head. Stern’s hand hovers over his face; he could reach it with his tongue, but if he takes it without permission the human will no doubt revoke his reward.
The cut finger strokes his neck, leaving a faint trail of red that he can smell but neither see nor reach.
“Then I guess it’s convenient that’s your reward for tonight.”
“Ohfuckyes, sir, thank you sir.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, we’re only through step one. Where was I” he flips to the same page in his notes, “Oh, right. Addition of even a faint trace of blood lead to increased arousal in the subject. Testing the reverse pathway now.”
“Ohhhhhhfuck” Barclay bucks his hips as Joseph palms his cock through his pants. The warmth and pressure are enough to tease, to coax his cock up, but too little for him to do anything but rut like a needy dog on his hand.
“It looks like stronger stimulation is required.”
“AHahgodOWfuck” tears prick his eyes and he wishes, not for the first time, that he’d been less prone to taking the lords name in vain when he was human. The habit is hard to break and the word burns his tongue whenever it’s uttered.
Sterns eyes flick up to his face just long enough for him to see Barclay isn’t hurt, then they return to his cock. His hand moves in calculated, steady strokes, his voice calm even as Barclays grunts of pleasure fill the room.
“Good boy, Barclay. Let’s see what happens if I…”
“Fuck, ohfucksir.” He jerks his hips as Stern quickens his hand, pre-cum slicking the shaft.
“Subjects fangs are emerging, salivary glands seem more active, eyes-Barclay, be quiet, you’re going to drown out my notes.”
This statement does not have the desired effect, as the thought of the device picking up his moans, of Stern playing them back with a clinical ear or fucking himself to them or letting other hunters listen to just what a vampire will do in order to feed, makes him moan louder.
Stern stops entirely, his tone a warning, “Barclay.”
“S-sorry sir, it, it just, it feels so good, wanted you to, to know I like it. It’s, it’s an honor to feel your hands on me.”
“That’s very sweet. So sweet that I’ll make you a deal; if you can be quiet until after you cum, you can make as much noise as you want afterwards. Understood?”
“Yes sir.” He clamps his jaw shut, fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. Stern works his cock relentlessly, smiling as Barclay’s legs begin jerking and twitching with his impending orgasm.
“That’s much better.”
Barclay smiles, proud, swallows down a moan, and cums all over Sterns waistcoat.
“Messy boy.” Stern wipes himself off, then covers Barclay’s mouth with a cum-streaked hand, “clean it up.”
He obeys, ambivalent to the bitterness of his own spend and elated by the taste of Sterns skin on his tongue. When he’s done the human ruffles his hair with his other hand, smiling down at him.
“I’ll be right back.” Stern leaves his view and Barclay only just keeps himself from whining at his absence. The agent returns with a case which, when opened, reveals a vibrator.
“I’m not hysterical, sir.”
“Not yet.” Rather than hold it himself, Stern straps the device so it rests against Barclays cock and switches it on.
“AHFUCK, sir, it’s, how many times-” His cock, which was soft only a moment ago, perks back up even as the nerves in it scream for it to stop.
“As many as it takes to complete my study. Let’s see.” The human turns Barclays face this way and that, frowns, and digs his finger and thumb into his jaw to keep his mouth open as he moans, “subjects fangs are now fully out and he” Stern snickers as Barclay’s beard tickles his wrists, the vampire licking and nuzzling at his inner arm, “he’s increasingly submissive and blood focused.”
“N-no, I’m you focused sir, want you, be so good for youAHannn” he cums, cuffs clanking on the table as he arches off it. Stern drags a chair over, sitting near Barclay’s head and leaning with his elbows on the desk to watch as his cock continues leaking and shuddering under the onslaught of sensations.
Barclay recalls a myth, Greek he thinks, where a man is punished in the afterlife with intense hunger and thirst. He doesn’t remember why it happens, he tends to skim tragic stories. The part that stuck with him was the man being trapped with food and water just out of reach. With Joseph so close and Barclay so aroused and hungry, he can see the veins in his neck, can almost crane his neck to reach them.
Then he cums a third time and his vision whites out, taking away the temptation for a few moments of mercy. His brain gives up on coherent thoughts after that, and all he can do is moan and sob as Stern forces two more orgasms out of him. His feet and legs go from kicking and thrashing to laying so limp he’s not sure he’ll be able to walk when they’re through.
“I think I have what you need.” Stern shuts off the vibrator, removing bringing a water basin and pitcher over to the vampire. He dips a handkerchief into the warm water, guiding it along Barclays forehead, “you’re doing well, Barclay. I’m so proud.”
“Thank you sir.
“I have one more test to run, okay?” His voice is so gentle, his touch so soothing, and Barclay would do anything for him like this, all he wants is to serve him, to make him happy so he’ll keep looking at him like he’s something precious instead of dangerous.
The agent checks the dictaphone, clears his throat, “Final test: role of discomfort in the arousal-bloodlust dynamic.”
Barclay swallows, so turned on he couldn’t be scared if he tried. The agent pulls a loose page from the notebook, mischief in his eyes and menace on his fingertips. Only Stern could make the snap of a freshly inked piece of paper erotic, and Barclay adores him for it.
“I will now have the subject read a passage and record my observations.”
Letters fill his view and it takes his eyes a second to focus on them. His tongue, likely out of self-preservation, fights to stay behind his teeth.
“We don’t have all night, Barclay.”
The vampire takes a deep breath, “O God, accept me in penitence. O God, l- leave me not. O Lord, lead me not into temptation” his tongue flinches even as his chest burns with pleasure “O God, grant me good thoughts. O God, grant me humility and obedience.”
“I’d say you’re doing well on that front already,” Stern murmurs, saying more clearly, “the subject responds positively to pain associated with holy words, and looks increasingly thirsty.” He gives Barclay a pointed look, “subject should continue if he wants his reward.”
“O Lord, grant me patience, courage and meekness. O God, grant me to love Thee with all my mind and soul.” Tears run down his cheeks; the pain is right on the edge of what he can take, and even in his submissive haze he’s certain this alone is deserving of a reward, “Sir, please, please, I’ve been so good, please say you’re satisfied so I can, I can-”
Stern sets the paper aside, “can what? Specificity is important, Barclay.”
A dozen types of hunger well up in his throat as he whimpers, “please say I can taste you.”
An indulgent smile, “Of course. Give me a second to prepare.”
The vampire closes his eyes, breathes as slowly as he can manage as his tongue ceases tingling. There’s a scuff and thud of Stern touching the desk, and Barclay assumes he’s being freed until warmth straddles his chest and a shadow blocks the lamplight from his face.
“Ohfuck.” He opens his eyes, finds Stern--naked from the waist down--bracketing his ears with his knees.
“Is this the taste you wanted?” Stern guides his head up and Barclay eagerly kisses his cock.
“N-no I wanted to feed but, but this is so, so perfect sir.”
“You think you deserve to feed from me?”
Barclay nods, too busy teasing his tongue along his folds to respond further. The hunter is wet, and the thought of him soaking his tailored trousers just by watching Barclay cum is almost as heady as the scent of the blood beneath his skin.
“Well, I think this is what you deserve, for being so careless as to attack me, and for having to rely on my hospitality to survive.”
“Uhhummm” Barclay closes his lips around his cock and Stern moans, a sound Barclay would gladly swallow holy water to hear again.
“Nnn, oh lord, that’s it, you’re doing so well big guy.”
He purrs at the praise, mouth watering as Stern’s body sends more blood south. The skins so sensitive here, so thin, he can practically taste iron through it. He grazes his teeth along Sterns thigh, hoping for the smallest of scrapes, yelps when the agent pulls his hair hard enough to slam his head back against the desk.
“If you bite without permission, I will leave you here, like this, with that vibrator strapped to your cock, until the morning.”
Barclay whimpers, licks plaintively at his cock to show he’s sorry. Stern’s voice softens, “That’s better. I know it’s hard to restrain yourself, but you--oh lord--you must. I hate having to discipline you my sweet boy, I’d much, much rather-” his hips gain speed, smearing slick across Barclays mouth, “fuck, I’d rather spoil you and then do whatever I want to this perfect body, oh, ohlord, ohyes.” He tenses, gasping, and Barclay wishes his hands were free so he could hold him, keep him safe and steady while he takes his pleasure.
The hunter eases off of him, undoes the cuffs and helps him upright. They move on equally shaky legs to the settee, the human undoing the top buttons of his shirt once they do.
“Barclay…”
“Yes, sir?” He grips the edge of the cushions to keep from pinning the agent to their deep blue surface.
“You can have your reward now.” Stern tips his head sideways, revealing a welcoming patch of throat. Barclay growls, lunges forward as Stern makes no attempt to stop him. His teeth pierce willing skin and hot, sinfully delicious blood flows across his tongue. Stern goes rigid in his arms, voice cracking in a moan. Then he relaxes, clinging to Barclays shoulders as the vampire pushes him down, licking and sucking and smearing crimson kisses across his neck.
Nothing in the world compares to fresh blood, freely offered, swallowed down while the most handsome man you’ve ever seen lets out softer and softer moans of ecstasy.
Two taps register on his shoulder and he pulls away, lapping at the wounds so they’ll stop bleeding and be protected from infection. Joseph groans, gingerly shaking his head to clear it.
“You feeling okay, big guy?”
“Y’know how pythons will eat a cow once a month and then sleep for days? That sounds really fucking good right about now.” Barclay knows some vampires feel energized after feeding, but for him it’s always followed by the need for a nap.
“Let’s go upstairs first, the bed is better than the couch for that. Last time I fell asleep here my back hurt the whole next day.”
“Someone feeling being in his thirties?”
“Barclay, you’re three hundred.”
“And I don’t feel a day over two hundred and fifty.” He smiles as Joseph chuckles and kisses his cheek.
They make it up the stairs, Barclay easing his way under the covers and trying not to let them touch his sore cock. Joseph brings two water glasses and a damp cloth. Barclay uses the latter to clean the last traces of blood from his skin, patching over the punctures with the bandages they keep in the bedside table.
“Fun as it is to pretend to be your, like, pet vampire, I really glad you decided you just needed a roommate after I was stupid enough to attack you.”
Joseph polishes off his water, “You were starving, not stupid. Most vampires who go after humans are. It did put a damper on my plans to proposition you in the club kitchen the next night, but it worked out in the end.”
“They did warn me the clientele might try to bribe me into earning a few extra pounds with uh, ‘special services.’”
“A few pounds is barely a fair price for a kiss from you.” The human kisses him, somehow more sincere and loving than the equally tender kiss he gave him before leaving for work. Then he rubs his leg through the blankets, “do you want some tea? Indrid dropped off a new one he found while traveling with Duck, and it smells amazing.”
“Sounds great, blue eyes.”
“I’ll go make a pot of it while you rest; you did so well tonight I’m inclined to spoil all weekend.”
“No complaints here. You take such good care of me, Joseph.”
“You deserve it, big guy. Don’t go anywhere.” He kisses his brow and leaves the bed, whirling on his dressing gown as he goes towards the stairs.
Barclay watches him with all the love his unbeaten heart can muster and murmurs, “I won’t. Not when everything I need is right here.”
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Sweet Dreams
Chris Evans x Black Female!Reader
Request: Chris is sleep deprived from stress and you decide to do what you can to help him get some rest
Warnings: lots of fluff and only some mentions of smut
Word Count: 2.3k
Note: I know I said I’d try and make this one short but kinda didn’t stick to that plan lol, but it’s a quick read I promise!
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“Did you get any sleep last night, Chris? You look wiped out.” you watched your boyfriend make his way around the kitchen, eyes low and sunken.
“I mean...I think I got a solid hour or two.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and sitting down at the table next to you.
You chewed at the inside of your lip, your hand automatically reaching out to hold his.
Chris had been super busy lately in terms of work and work related things.
He had just gotten back the other day from filming another project and then 24 hours later was on another flight to D.C for a more important, political endeavor he’d been working on for a good couple years now.
It shocked you that he wasn’t out like a light the second he got home last night, he looked ready to be back in his own bed, only if you and Dodger would accompany him, however, which was made clear by the pout he gave you when he asked you to come to bed a little earlier than your usual time.
But seemingly, he hadn’t slept at all while you lay your head on his chest and fell asleep within minutes.
Chris was always good at getting you to do that, he was warm and his heart was beating calm and steady and his fingers were lightly brushing against your skin as he held you, all a recipe for you slip into a deep sleep.
It worried you a little, sleep was so important and you didn’t like seeing Chris look this tired or stressed either but you tried to persuade him and your own mind that it was probably just the fact that he’d been travelling so much lately, his body was too wired to really let him rest.
It made sense, and it was true to an extent but Chris wasn’t ready to admit that it was because he was more stressed than jet lagged.
Talking about it might bring those fears about his work to reality so for the time being, Chris tried to shove it all to the back of his mind and just focus on having a nice stretch of time off where he could finally spend some quality time with you and his best dog and go visit and catch up with family.
“Alright sleepyhead, what do you want for breakfast is the real question here.” you stand up and come over to ruffle his hair, smiling softly at the way his arms immediately come up to wrap around your waist.
“Hmm, I’ve been dying for some of those homemade waffles and eggs of yours. Tried making them myself and it was a disaster in my hotel kitchen.” Chris snorts, leaning forward to press a kiss to your ribs.
“I’m surprised you didn’t burn the place down, but you got it baby. Oh, also! I was wondering if we could drop by the beauty supply store, I need more braiding hair, I was thinking of doing smaller braids this time.”
“Sure thing! We need more dog food anyways and it’s right in the area. And braids, huh? I can’t wait, you know I love seeing you with that style.”
Chris caught you rolling your eyes at that, both of you chuckling because of the very dirty innuendo to his tone.
He liked to play with your braids and pull them in bed, gently of course cause he knows you’d kill him if one of them loosened up and unraveled. But he also really couldn’t stop himself from doing it while he fucked you good, and not that you were complaining either.
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You were browsing the chew toy section of the pet store you were in, letting Dodger sniff around the toys. Chris was right behind you, shaking his head at how much you spoiled his dog.
“What?! He deserves another toy, ok. He was such a good boy keeping me company while you were away. Best cuddle buddy.” you shrugged at the way Chris feigned shock.
“Oh so my own dog had taken my place as best cuddle buddy huh? I thought you were supposed to be wingman, Dodge, not steal my girl.”
“I can’t with you oh my god. Nah, you’re still my number one everything, Evans.” you lean back against his chest, letting your head rest against his shoulder, turning your face to press a kiss to his bearded jaw.
“And I see that barber I told you to go to has shown this beard some love. Such a clean line up.” you wink at him and he pinches your ass.
“That’s for sure, thank you for that by the way. But it could also use some extra love with you sitting on it, is all I’m sayin.” now it was Chris’ turn to watch your jaw drop.
Yeah, it had been awhile and though neither of you were up for it last night, tonight Chris intended to show you exactly how much he’d missed you.
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Later that day you were sitting on the couch watching a show on Netflix, Dodger at your feet while Chris drank some coffee, brows knit in concentration as he read over some papers.
“How’s the business in D.C coming along?” you noticed the usual stressed out body language and gestures from him. He kept running his hands through his hair and letting out little sighs and huffs here and there.
“So far so good I would say, we’ve got more senators on board for the project it’s just...I don’t know.” he leaned his back, arms crossed. Defensive and on edge was written all across his features.
Shifting your body so you were facing him, you squeezed his thigh and took the papers from his lap, stacking them neatly and setting them aside on the coffee table.
“Talk to me, baby. Are you worried about it all coming together? I know you’ve been taking on a lot lately, even though you’re not doing this project alone, it’s still a lot and you are the face of it, I’m sure that makes you feel some anxiety.”
He felt tense and it made you frown, you wanted to help relax him as much as you could, and now you could see this was probably what was keeping him up at night.
“Yeah you’re right, actually. I just want this thing to be good, something informative and easy to use and it scares me to think it’ll be a huge failure or it’ll be used for the wrong things. I think I’ve been thinking of about a hundred ways it could go wrong if I’m being honest and I don’t really know what to do,”
“By now people have seen me going back and forth from here to D.C and I’m nervous about..well everything.” he placed his palm over yours and squeezed your hand.
Chris appreciated that you took the time to ask and really listen to him, cause half the time all he felt like he was doing was talking about his problems and not paying enough attention to you but then you’d quiet his fears and tell him that you would make sure he knew if you felt neglected.
You understood the nature of his work and of his always good and kind intentions and how his anxiety played into all of it.
“I wouldn’t blame you, it’s a big thing you’re doing. But remember that you’re trying to do some good, trying to make understanding politics and policy a little easier and I don’t think anybody can call you a failure for that, no matter what happens. The best any of us can do is try and bring something about that will help others and baby, you do that in so many different ways. Creatively in the art of acting and also in what you believe in outside acting.”
You scoot closer and rest your forehead against the side of his head for a minute, letting your words sink in.
“You’ve put so much of your time and energy and passion into this, I think you have to trust yourself a bit more. Maybe this certain project is new to you but from what I’ve seen, you’ve thought this out so well, so detailed and thoughtful to the audience you’re trying to reach. I think, and I’m not just saying this because I clearly have a bias, that you are putting out something great here,”
“And if it fails, if things don’t go how you wanted, you know that you did your best to steer it in the right direction and sometimes it doesn’t always work but that doesn’t make you a failure. You always have the opportunity to make something amazing, and coming from your insanely intelligent brain, I know it’s endless.”
You finish off your pep talk and give him some quiet to think about what you said, smoothly sliding across to sit in his lap so you could massage his shoulders.
Chris hummed, smiling at how soft your hands felt on him.
You were such a gift.
Not only did you know exactly what to say during times like this but you also seemed to know exactly what he needed, you were so observant and it kind of amazed him how you seemed to be two steps ahead of him sometimes.
It made him want to strive to be on your level.
All he hoped for was to reciprocate the same love and affection and support you offered him and you always reassured each other that you were doing exactly that.
After a minute Chris opened his eyes and met your gaze, blue eyes soft and tired.
“I fucking love you, you know that?” his voice was low and breathy and it made you bashful.
“I know and I love you too. I just believe in you and the talent and heart you give to everything. It’s stunning to watch you work.”
You keep a steady rhythm with your hands, moving them up to massage the back of his neck.
“Thank you for everything. And in that case I wanna come clean about something. I haven’t been sleeping much more than an hour or so for a bit now, I thought it was just because of traveling and the workload but you were right, it’s from stressing over all this shit. But you’re right, I gotta trust myself more and have some hope in it.”
“Yeah I figured. And I know you’ll get there, I’m sure it’s still gonna stress you out but as long as you remember what we talked about and can call upon that when it happens. How about we have a de-stress night? We’ll take a warm shower, maybe do a face mask, and I don’t know...something else that might require another shower afterwards too.” you wink and he throws his head back in a laugh.
“Oh so that’s what this whole thing was really about, she’s trying to get in my pants, I’m just a piece of meat to her!” Chris fake cries.
“You’re sO ridiculous oh my gosh. I mean that may have been part of it but for real, I know this is gonna come together and succeed. You’ve been doing such a great job.”
Chris nods and leans forwards, his arms coming around you again, pressing you forward into his chest where his lips met yours, a searingly passionate and loving kiss melting everything else away.
Abruptly, you pulled away, squirming your way out of his grip to drop down to your knees in front of him, your head resting on his thigh while your hands tugged at his belt buckle. His eyebrows went up in question but he didn’t stop you.
“Oh so this is your idea of de-stressing?” his eyes darkened and he raised his hips up slightly to help you slide his pants down.
“Mhm, sucking your dick is therapeutic for me honestly, and I wanna make you relax.” you smirked again, letting your hands start going to work because you truly were eager to get your hands on him.
“God, you’re really something else. Not complaining though, fuck that feels good. I’ve really missed this. And as long as you know I’m gonna return the favor. I was serious about this beard needing some of your love.”
“Fine by me, baby.” you giggle, sinking your mouth down around his tip, relishing in his taste and the way he hissed and contracted underneath you.
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After a couple hours of going at it in bed rather loudly, and a nice shower and peeling face masks off each other, you and Chris were finally settled in bed, Dodger laying at the foot of the bed.
“I am actually struggling to keep my eyes open right now, baby. It’s a miracle.”
Chris smiled lazily, pulling the covers up around your shoulders while you got comfy snuggling into him.
“See, told you I knew the trick to getting good rest. You deserve it too. I hope you have sweet dreams, meatball.” you nuzzle his neck and place a chaste kiss to his lips before settling back down.
Chris only grunted in response and you went on talking for a little bit longer, explaining how happy you were he was home and that you’d finally be able to sleep in with him for a good week.
He’d been quiet for a minute and when you glanced up to check, you found your handsome man asleep, a calm look on his face, his breathing beginning to slow.
And with another soft kiss to his chest, you lay your head against his heart and shut your eyes, happy and serene knowing you were in his arms and had gotten him to finally sleep easily again.
Sweet dreams.
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A/N: Reading that interview Chris did where he mentioned he only slept like an hour a night recently I was like...my baby, nooo. Hopefully he’s getting some good sleep soon cause it’s what he deserves, periodt pooh!
I hope this was alright and thank you to the anon that requested this, I loved writing it and hope it wasn’t too long since I know we discussed making it shorter.
And thank you to everyone reading! I love y’all so much I truly do!
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“Under the Knife - Part 8
“Under the Knife” - Part 8
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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 2,700-ish
Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Cursing, Violence,
Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.
Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection.
This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.
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Today was the first day in awhile that you didn’t feel any intense pressure weighing down on your shoulders. You walked into your office, prepared to have another day of trying to figure out the puzzle that was the Virginia Scalpel. But as soon as you shut the door, you realized that you didn’t have to worry about that anymore. It was a strange relief that you hadn’t ever felt.
Although Jack’s tactical team still hadn’t caught Henry Urik yet and you were unsettled by him still being out there, you weren’t as scared as before. The killer that had been teasing you and that had named you one of his next victims now had a name.
Jack’s team had all of the information that you and Hannibal could give them. You also had an armed agent watching over you and Hannibal until Henry was caught.
All you had to worry about at the moment was your 1 o’clock lecture on the “stereotypes of gender roles and how they can affect the psyche of an individual,” and then you could take a half day and go take a nap at home. Well, that and your dinner with Hannibal tonight. But even then, you weren’t as worried about that as you were about Henry still being out there.
Your lecture went by quickly, even the students seemed to understand everything rather easily. Only a couple asked a few questions for clarification after your presentation. Even with those students stopping you, you got out a bit earlier than anticipated. Looking at your watch, you realized that Will was going to be leading a lecture soon.
I should probably talk to him. And I do really miss those dogs.
After stopping by your office to grab your bag and close up, you weaved through the familiar hallways to the nearest coffee machine, getting two cups, making one how you like and one for Will. With both cups securely in your hands, you found the lecture hall he was assigned to today. You softly walked in, seeing your brother completely entranced in something on his laptop. Before you made it all the way into the room, you cleared your throat in effort to grab his attention. It worked. As soon as he located where the noise was coming from and saw you, he stood up and walked around to the other side of the desk.
“(Y/N)! Hey! Wh-what uh… What’s up?” You knew he was trying to not seem nervous, but you could see through him. You took a few steps closer and offered him the coffee cup, not seeing the probably empty one already on his desk. You tried to make your voice as comforting as you could.
“I was passing by and decided to stop by to ask you something.”
“Is everything okay?” Will was hesitant but took the coffee, looking all over you for any sort of tells as to what is going on.
“As okay as they can be.” You shrugged, not feeling anything in particular, which only added to Will’s worry and confusion.
“What’s going on, (Y/N)?”
You pause, seeing the visible uncomfortableness and growing fear in Will’s features. You quickly try to find a way to calm him down while getting to the point of why you’re here.
“Do you think the dogs would mind their favorite aunt stopping by for a drink tonight?” You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face as a slightly bigger one formed on Will’s. You could hear the extra air he let out in his chuckle, an obvious sigh of relief.
“I think they would really like that.” His smile faltered a tad as he looked down to his hands. He spoke quieter, as if unsure how you would react. “I would really like that.”
As he looked back towards your face to see your reaction, you met him with a sincere and reassuring smile.
“Good. Me too.” Another huff of relief from Will. “I have dinner plans with Hannibal tonight. But I was hoping I could just drive over afterwards for a nightcap?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll have the good stuff ready and waiting for you.” Will took a breath in, trying his best to be careful with his words. “And, if that nightcap ends up turning into a few, you could crash at my place.”
Again, Will looked as if you were a powder keg about to explode if the wrong button was hit. You just closed the gap between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his torso, his finding their place around you.
Your brother was not fond of physical affection from a majority of people. But you were one of the very few that he not only tolerated, but sometimes felt a need for.
“I’ll pack an overnight bag just in case.” You pulled away and tapped your hand on his upper arm. “For now, I am going to go home and take a nap.
“Jack’s letting you go home early?” Will was genuinely surprised. Jack was never one for early dismissals.
“Well, considering I did finally find out the Virginia Scalpel’s real name last night and got all my work with that wrapped up, I think Crawford is a bit more lenient on what I do today.” You casually mention as you shrug.
“You did what?!” Will’s expression was one of shock and pride. A handful of students filed in behind you. A playful grin graced your face as you tapped his arm one more time before taking a couple of steps backwards.
“I’ll tell you all about it later tonight. I need to get ready for this assuredly anxiety-inducing dinner and you have a lecture to get through.” Will gave you a slightly annoyed look as you winked and walked away, talking over your shoulder. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way.”
You couldn’t see it, but Will just shook his head and let his smile linger a bit longer before turning his attention towards his class. As much as he worried about you during this case, he was very proud of his little sister.
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When you got back to your apartment, you tried to take a nap. Key word: tried. Your brain would not calm down enough for you to fall asleep for even a quick cat nap. The coffee that you got before meeting with Will probably didn’t help.
After tossing and turning for 30 minutes, you gave up and decided to make some tea and get some cleaning done around your place. You hadn’t been able to do laundry thanks to the case, so you finally started to chisel away at that pile.
Once you had put the last load in the dryer, you looked at the clock and saw that it was 5 o’clock. You had an hour before you were supposed to be at Hannibal’s. Might as well take my time and get ready.
After fussing with finding a comfortable but semi-formal outfit to match Hannibal’s aesthetic, you quickly packed a backpack with some overnight things. You were sure you’d end up talking to Will for longer than you both intend, meaning you’d either be too tipsy or too tired to drive home safely.
With the last of your laundry out of the machine and plopped onto your bed for you to put away later, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door. Preparing for anything to happen.
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As per usual, you pulled up to Hannibal’s five minutes early thanks to taking some backroads. You put the car in park and took the keys from the ignition, but you didn’t move. There was a tightening feeling in your chest. You tried to close your eyes for a moment and take some deep breaths.
Dinner won’t be bad. Hannibal is a trained psychologist. If anyone is going to be able to guide the conversation into a calmer place, it's gonna be him. Plus you know damn well that you miss spending time with him that isn’t plagued by confusion or the fuckin Virginia Scalpel. You two are adults. You can talk about literally anything and be okay.
So why am I still anxious?
Because you had your eyes closed, you didn’t see Hannibal approach your car. So when he opened your door, you instinctually jumped back and gasped.
“My apologies, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?”
“No. It's fine. I’m fine. I was just taking a breather.” Hannibal nodded, sensing that you didn’t want to expand on this further. So instead he held out his hand.
“Shall we then? I have some salmon in the oven that is awaiting your judgment.” He let one of those small side smiles of his grace his face in an attempt to comfort you as you reached for his hand and he helped you out of your car, shutting the door behind you once you got your purse.
Unlike usual, Hannibal led you to the dining room as opposed to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for you. After you settled in, he poured you a cup of water and a glass of wine as he spoke.
“Everything is prepared, I just need to take the salmon out. I won’t be long.” You just thanked him and nodded as you took a sip of water.
Within a couple of minutes, Hannibal was walking in with two plates that looked just as artistic and beautiful as he normally presents. The main part was a rather large piece of salmon with thin lemon slices laid across the top, paired with a mix of halved grape tomatoes, white asparagus, and the same twirly romanesco broccoli that you had tried the last time you had dinner with Hannibal.
“This looks wonderful, Hannibal. Thank you.” You said as he sat down. The two of you started to eat, both of you trying to figure out how best to start the conversation that you knew was coming. Hannibal was the first to speak up.
“Are you planning on going somewhere?" You were caught off guard, not expecting this to be the starting point of your talk with him.
"What makes you say that?"
"I couldn’t help but notice the slightly overstuffed bag in your passenger seat. I assume it's for staying the night somewhere other than your own apartment. And while you’re always welcomed to stay here if you wanted, I don’t think you would without asking me first."
“Then you would be right. I wouldn’t impose on you like that.” You went to take a sip of your wine as you looked at Hannibal. He gave you a look that said that he knew there was more that you needed to share. “I talked to Will briefly today and we made plans for tonight. We are finally going to talk this all out. The bag is for in case I end up getting too tired and sleep on his couch."
Hannibal gave a slight nod before cutting off a piece of salmon and continuing the conversation.
“I'm sure Will is happy to finally have a moment to talk with you and share his side of the story."
“I'm sure he is.” You took a sip of your wine, bracing yourself for the unavoidable topic. “How about you, Hannibal?” Hannibal looked towards you and raised a curious brow. “What's your side of the story?”
Hannibal took a sip of water before turning his body slightly more towards you, giving you his full attention as he finally spoke on what he had been thinking about saying for days now.
“Will came to me rather distraught after you had said that you were going to accept Jack’s offer. It was my idea to insert myself into Crawford’s team as background support. And while my original intention for joining the Scalpel case was to ease Will’s mind, I couldn’t ignore my own reasons.” Hannibal reached a hand out and grabbed yours, you felt your cheeks warm at the unexpected contact. He was so gentle with you as he spoke sincerely.
“After seeing Will crack again and again under Crawford’s intense force on the handful of cases that they worked on, I was worried you would also be damaged under his leadership. I cannot deny that I do truly care about you and your wellbeing. And with this being your first time handling a major active case, I wanted to be there in case something were to happen to you.”
You weren’t sure what to say. Hannibal had not only told you that it wasn’t Will’s idea to have him follow you, but he admitted that he cared about you. The trouble was that you couldn’t tell if it was the type of caring that you had secretly longed for with a more romantic relationship with Hannibal or if it was similar to how your brother cares about you. You wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t fit together and be coherent enough for you to vocalize.
While you struggled to figure out how to respond, Hannibal lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your hand softly before putting it down and reaching for his glass of wine, raising it in your direction.
“Here’s to you and your impressive mind. Without you, who knows how long it would have taken to find out the true identity of the infamous Virginia Scalpel.” You raise your glass and gently tap his, finally able to form a coherent thought again.
“I’m sure Crawford would have just asked for your help or maybe even Will’s if I hadn’t said yes. I got lucky with this one.” You took a sip of your wine, savoring the sweetness of it as you started to slice the fish on your plate. “Honestly, I don’t think I would have figured it out without you inadvertently helping me.”
“How so?” Hannibal questioned before taking a bite of salmon.
“When you came to check on me after the lab meeting, I went on to say something about being your friend and colleague but not your patient. And that’s when it hit me that we weren’t looking in the right demographic.”
There was a moment of silence as Hannibal thought about where to go from this information.
“And how do you feel now?” You finished the bite of food that you had and looked at your water cup, not wanting Hannibal to see into your eyes even though he was already watching you rather intensely. Trying to read all of the nonverbal indications you were giving.
“I feel okay. Well, as okay as I can be. That insane pressure of figuring out who the hell Henry Urik is was bigger than anything I’ve had to deal with since I started working with the FBI. But there is still the fact that Jack’s team still hasn't found him that has been really messing with me. That and the anxiety of finally having this talk with you and my brother.”
“I hope that some of that anxiety has worn away now that we have resolved things between us?”
“Some. But I can’t help but be worried until everything is settled.”
“You now know that protecting you was my intention when I joined the Scalpel case. I don’t intend for that promise to end with this case being closed.” Hannibal’s hand casually found yours again, making you focus even more on what he was saying (if it was even possible to focus more.)
“I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you feel safe and taken care of.”
His warm hand was instantly comforting and you hadn’t realized how much you craved physical affection from him, even in the smallest forms. Your heart swelled at his vow.
Before you could fully process what he had said, the click of a gun being armed and a very different voice demanded your attention from the other side of the room. A man with messy red-brown hair cocked and aimed a pistol right at you.
“I don’t know if you wanna make that promise so soon, doc.”
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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 6
Word Count: 3,259
POV: Reader
Warnings: Language
Notes: Here’s the next part of the Sid series. Let me know what you guys think about it.
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Once you closed the door to your hotel room, you threw yourself on the bed. What the actual hell had just happened? You'd been trapped in an elevator with Sidney Crosby, your brain screamed. The fact that you literally almost kissed him in those last few moments had your mind spinning. What the hell had you been thinking? Obviously, you weren't. Maybe you could blame it on lack of oxygen or something. That was a thing when you were stuck in a confined space, right? If it wasn't, there was always temporary insanity.
Who were you kidding? You wanted to kiss Sidney, and damn if it didn't feel right at that moment. Well until the lights came on and the elevator started. It was like divine intervention because lord knew you shouldn't be kissing him or anyone on the team. How did you go from telling him there was nothing between you and Beau one minute, to wanting to make out with him in the next? It wasn't like you hadn't wanted to kiss Sid before, but you'd pushed those feelings aside long ago when he'd made it clear he wasn't interested in you, but today, all that changed.
He'd been so kind and caring, the way he'd calmed you down. God, you could still feel his hands on your hips when he held you tight to him and that was what, forty-five minutes ago. This fact alone had you rethinking dinner, though you had no choice but to go. Half the team was going; you could easily avoid Sidney, or at least you tried to convince yourself of this. Twenty minutes, that's what you were giving yourself to wallow in this self-mortification, and then you were getting your ass up, putting this whole incident behind you, while you got ready for dinner.
You closed your eyes, and let your mind drift off to what it would've been like had the elevator not turned on in that minute. You let yourself dream of what it would be like to feel his lips on yours, his slightly chapped from all his time spent on the ice, yet still soft and tender on yours. It was easy to imagine them slowly moving against yours, just exploring, as his hands curled around your neck drawing you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was almost as if you could feel the gentle pressure of his lips as they sought entrance to yours. Your eyes flew open, what the fuck were you doing? This needed to stop. Jumping off the bed, you pushed thoughts of Sid and his lips behind you and started to get ready.
Since you had a little extra time, you curled your long locks, fingering combing them out into the perfect waves that framed your face. Picking up your makeup brush, you applied a little more eyeshadow to your lids, giving them a smoky look for the evening. A bit more blush and a deep red lip completed the looked, the only thing missing was the dress. You'd checked out the restaurant the guys had chosen earlier on Yelp and found that it was an upscale Michelin star restaurant. Thank god, you had a dress packed that would be suitable. The black lace halter dress, was a bit shorter than knee length and had a lace bodice to it. You'd packed it with a blazer you could pair it with to make it less sexy for work. Though it was totally an appropriate cocktail dress for dinner. Slipping on the pair of slingback heels you'd brought, you were ready to go. Grabbing your coat, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, before sliding the long wool cloth over your shoulders and heading out the door.
When you came face to face with the elevator, you did a complete one-eighty and headed towards the stairs, not sure if you were avoiding your fears about being stuck in small spaces or your feelings for Sidney. At least the hotel wasn't one of those thirty-some floor ones and it was only about five flights until you were down on the ground floor headed for the lobby. A few of the guys were milling about, waiting till everyone arrived before heading out.
"There she is. Heard someone got stuck in the elevator for a bit." Flower chuckled as he looped an arm around your shoulders. "See you avoided it this time."
"Ha, ha, you're so funny. Let me shove you in there for an hour and see if you get back inside afterward."
"So, did you kill Sid in there or should we expect him for dinner?" Phil asked laughing the entire time.
You went to answer but were cut off by Tanger. "He lives." It was met with resounding cheers, from a couple of the other guys. "See you took the stairs as well." Sid looked over at you, a knowing smile on his lips.
"I suppose we won't be living this down any time soon." He pointedly said to you. He was wearing a plain black suit, with a white shirt sans tie, with a few buttons undone. Just that tiny bit of exposed flesh had you yearning to be shoved back in the elevator for a few more hours with him again.
"No I don't think we will." Jake and Dumo finally joined the party and you all set out to the restaurant, which was only a few blocks away. The air was crisp and you were thankful for the protection your coat gave from the wind whipping through the streets.
"Maybe we should've taken a car, eh?" It was Sid's voice beside you that startled you as a particularly strong gust came by.
You chuckled before answering. "It is a little cold for April." He offered you his arm, as the sidewalk got a little icy and you took it. "Thanks." For a second you let yourself believe it was just the two of you and not over a dozen other guys going out to dinner. You weren't going to lie, it would be nice to have his sole attention again. No sooner did you have that thought, then you rounded the corner and there was the restaurant. Phil held the door open, and you filed inside, Sid trailing behind you. Ever the gentlemen, he offered to take your coat, sliding it off your shoulders and revealing the dress you'd worn.
One of the guys gave a low whistle, and as you turned you saw Sid scowl at either Phil or Schultzy; you couldn't be sure who. "I think that dress is illegal in some states." Flower joked with you, and you just cocked your head and gave him that look. "Seriously, though you look gorgeous. Are you sure you want to hang out with us meatheads?"
"I feel like you're up for the intellectual challenge." You gave him a wink and then followed the hostess back to a private room, they had for your party. So far, your resolve to stay away from the temptation that was Sidney Crosby wasn't working, in fact it was the exact opposite. So, when he pulled the chair out of the middle of the table for you to sit, you did with a thank you to him of course, but he then proceeded to take the seat next to you. It only stood to reason that fate wouldn't be on your side, as the man was making it harder and harder for you to forget what had passed between you two only hours ago. "Do you guys come here whenever you're in DC?" You asked the room at large, though it was Sid that answered.
"Um, we've been here a few times before. The duck confit is really good but so is the lobster waterzooi." You looked at the menu in front of you reading the descriptions, which both sounded delicious. "But order whatever you want, order two; it's on us tonight."
The waiter came over then and interrupted the two of you. "May I get you a drink to start your evening off?" You hadn't really had a chance to look at the wine list, so you weren't really sure what to order.
"I'll just have a glass of your Cabernet."
"Of course miss, was there a particular one I could get you?" You quickly scanned the wine list looking for the cab section.
"Why don't you just bring us a bottle of the 2010 Chappellet," Sid told him, and the man nodded and moved down to get Rusty's order. You finally reached the cabernet section and saw that the bottle cost over three hundred dollars. "Hope you don't mind sharing."
"Um no, but you didn't have to get the most expensive bottle on here."
"We're celebrating, remember." His brow raised and you were beginning to wonder if he was flirting with you.
Conversation flowed throughout dinner, everyone asking about the incident in the elevator; which both you and Sid neatly avoided the almost ending. A few of the guys talked about the game coming up, and you chimed in with some of the missed opportunities you'd seen happen the past couple of games. Which really seemed to impress Sid, as well as the guys. The whole evening was simply amazing. There was laughing, joking and so many stories shared, and through it all you felt like part of the team.
There were also soft touches from Sid. A hand on your arm here, the brush of his knee there; it was all too much and yet not enough at the same time. Though there was one thing for sure, he was definitely flirting with you. As the waiter cleared your dinner plates, you were wondering if there was some small elevator you could possibly get stuck in with Sid at the restaurant. The waiter broke your thoughts however. "Did you enjoy your dinner miss?"
"Yes it was wonderful. Please send my compliments to the chef."
Dumo, who'd been sitting on the other side of Sid, chimed in. "If he has a minute, I'd love to tell him how delicious that wine reduction was on the filet, and maybe pick his brain on it." Dumo was a food aficionado and didn't want to miss an opportunity to learn something from a Michelin star chef.
"I'll see if he has a moment." He disappeared and conversation around you continued on.
You got pulled into a conversation with Phil about a fishing boat that he was looking at buying, and in the end you offered to do some research for him; before Sid pulled you back to him. "So I was wondering, if maybe we could continue…." You didn't get a chance to hear the rest, as the chef came out to greet the table, though he didn't get more than a hello out before saying.
"(Y/N), (Y/FullN) is that you?"
"Christian, oh my god!" He made a beeline for your seat, pulling your chair out so you could rise, only he lifted you off the ground.
"I can't believe it's you." You giggled for it'd been about four years since you'd last seen each other. Christian set you back down on the ground but didn't let go of you. He held both of your hands in his, stepping back to take in your appearance. "God, you look amazing." He did as well. While Christian's passion had always been food, he'd also been the star running back of the football team as well as running track and playing basketball. He clearly still stayed in shape, as even his chef jacket couldn't hide his muscular physique. You went to tell him how great he looked as well, but he stopped you. "Where was this dress back when I took you to winter formal?"
"Not in my wardrobe yet, but look at you. Is this your restaurant?"
"It is. Speaking of which," He turned to the team. "I hope everyone enjoyed dinner." There was a resounding amount of yeses and it was delicious, but it was Flower who spoke up and said.
"Not as much as the show right now."
It hit you then, that all eyes were on you and Christian. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. Guys this is Christian Werner, we went to high school together. Christian, meet most of the Pittsburgh Penguins."
"Why am I not surprised you're surrounded by a dozen athletes?" You swatted his shoulder, the gesture a familiar one.
"I work for the team now." You said by way of explanation for being at dinner with the guys.
"She's become an invaluable part of us," Sidney spoke, a bit of possessiveness in his voice.
"Of that, I have no doubt." Christian turned his full attention on you then. "You know my dad is still holding out hope that you'll be his daughter-in-law someday."
"Oh, stop."
"Or don't." Flower chirped. "I feel like we're going to get the scoop on this one here."
"What scoop? You guys already know me." You insisted.
"Oh so they know about the time, that you snuck into the high school garage and decided to throw, what was undoubtedly one of the biggest beer parties in our school's history."
You winced at the memory. "What?" you heard a chorus of guys ask.
A sigh left your lips before you said. "It wasn't that big of a party and it wasn't all my idea."
"Maybe not, but you were the one who had us take out all the outside lights out so we wouldn't be caught." Christian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and drew you into his side. "And if memory serves me right, it was also your idea to sneak out of the hotel to go to a club on our senior class trip."
"That was only supposed to be a handful of us. If I remember, it was your mouth that told Alexis, because you had a crush on her and she blabbed it to everyone else."
"Well if I would've known you only wanted it to be just the two of us back then; I never would've given Alexis a second thought." You could feel the eyes of all the guys burrowing into yours. Christian had always been a notorious flirt, that you always thought was harmless, but tonight there was something different about it. As if he was staking a claim on you in front of the team, though he had none to make.
"Don't flatter yourself. The only reason I asked you was so you'd tell Stephen Cartwright, but you failed miserably at that." The team laughed, dissolving some of the tension in the air.
"Ouch, you wound me, but here I am being a horrible host. I don't believe you've had dessert yet, and I do know how (Y/N) here can't resist something sweet." There was something about the way he said the last part of that statement that had both you, and from the looks of it some of the guys, thinking he wasn't exactly offering dessert but something else entirely. Maybe it was the way his hand slid down your arm to the small of your back only to brush along the top of your ass, as he spoke the words, but it made you uncomfortable all the same.
"You really don't have to do that Christian." Part of you wanted to step out of his embrace completely, but then you didn't want to make a scene.
"It's really no trouble. Why don't I show you the kitchen, while the staff gets things ready? You guys don't mind do you?" He asked everyone, yet didn't give them time to object. "Sam, get everyone another round of drinks on the house." He then led you to the back of the restaurant, where his staff was busy fixing dinner, as well as the aforementioned dessert.
"Wow, Christian this is all amazing. Your parents must be really proud."
The two of you were weaving in and out of stoves and cooler as you went deeper into the kitchen. "It's not so bad. I'm actually thinking about opening another restaurant in Pittsburgh. You know something a little closer to home. Maybe then you could come work for me."
You lightly laughed at his comment, as he showed you into his office. "And what would you have me do? You know I'd make a lousy waitress."
He dragged his knuckles down your bare arm, the effect causing you to shiver and you found yourself taking a step back from him. "The same thing you do for them out there." You cocked your head to the side at his comment.
"I doubt you need someone to report injuries of your staff to family members." You went to say more but he stopped you.
"Come on (Y/N), we both know that's not what you do."
"I'm sorry it most certainly is, as well as other things that are needed." You went to turn but he grabbed your wrist stopping you.
"It's those other things, that I'm talking about. You can't tell me that you dress like this," He looked you over in a way that made your skin crawl. "And go to dinner with over a dozen men and none of them expect anything in return. You were always a bit wild in school, I just never thought you'd end up doing something like this. Tell me do they take turns every night or do you prefer them in groups."
Your hand shot up before you even knew what you were doing. How dare he insinuate that you were some whore. Christian's reflexes were quick and he caught your arm before you were able to strike the blow. "All I'm asking for is a little taste of what they have." A sly grin came across his face, that made your stomach turn. "Then maybe we can talk about something more permanent. I'm sure some of the senior staff would enjoy your little perks." His lips smashed into your then, as he jerked your body towards him. When his hands released his grip on you; you brought your knee up and connected it to his groin. "You bitch." As he doubled over in pain, you took the palm of your hand and thrust it into his nose, effectively breaking it in the process, then shoved him to the ground.
"For the record Christian, I'm not some two-bit whore you can just buy, and those men out there respect me and my job on the team. So, you can go fuck yourself. I only wish your parents could see you right now." With that you turned on your heel, walking straight through the kitchen not making eye contact with anyone. Your emotions were so high, you felt as though you could burst into tears at any second. When you walked back into the private dining room, you could see the concern on each of the men's faces. Your breathing was labored and you were afraid if you said too much, you'd just breakdown and you couldn't do that. So you took a deep breath to calm yourself, then moved to grab your purse. "Thank you guys for the lovely evening, but I…" You faltered then, both in step and in word. "I need to go."
"(Y/N) are you ok?" Sid looked up at you with worried eyes and though it was his words you heard, you could also vaguely hear his teammates' concern. You nodded then headed straight for the front door.
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āmentĭa || Thomas Shelby x reader
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Anon requested: “Can I request #16 with a jealous tommy, angsty pretty please?”
Summary: n.16 from prompt list: “Another’s hands on her skin”
Warnings: swearing, anxiety, angst, a bit of smut, jealous desperate Tommy making my soul ache
Author’s notes:
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āmentĭa
[amentiă], amentiae
feminine noun I declension
1. compulsion, disturbance, raving, hysteria
2. malaise, vexation, affliction, regret,
3. viciousness, anger, furor, choler,
4. impetum, violence, heat, rush, impulse
5. separation, rupture, abandon
6. paroxysm, yearning, eagerness
7. infatuation, frantic desire, amorous fervour
Heavy rain incessantly hit the windows sideways, giving life to a perpetual recurrence of dull sounds relentlessly haunting Tommy’s eardrums, yet he remained laying on his cold bed, motionless, with his glacial stare disturbingly fixed on the ivory ceiling.
His bare chest kept raising and lowering in toil, labored breath coming out of his slightly parted lips in agonizing sighs, goosebumps slimily crawling on his more than ever pale skin, due to the extremely low temperature in his room; still, he didn’t seem to care.
Two deafening chimes abruptly ripped apart the bleak air, midnight struck with no mercy, inexorably, raiding into his black lungs, plundering all of the oxygen he had left.
The day had eventually come, the day in which he would’ve lost you, forever.
Thomas brusquely stopped breathing as his raw flesh seemed to lacerate, it felt like the Devil’s acuminate claws had pierced his ribcage, penetrating through his bones, carving to reach his cardiac muscle, ruthelessly stabbing it, brutally slicing into his stomach.
For a full, interminable minute, blind panic took over his paralyzed body, having him pant and whine, making him look like a dying animal in pure agony, while his empty gaze never left the spot right before his dilated pupils.
Tom had met you three years before, by the time war had just come to an end: it’d been only a few months since Harry had hired you to help him handle the pub, and when the Shelbys finally entered the Garrison again, after four long years, you clearly didn’t have a clue of what was going on.
Your boss had tensely hurried to instruct you on what your job was for that night, apparently, it only consisted in following those three men in their private room, favoring their every wish, always with a smile and kindness. You remembered looking around the tavern, deeply confused, since the whole clientele had suddenly fallen deadly silent: every man in there was gazing at the ground and taking off his hat out of respect, causing you to be even more disorientated by that odd situation.
“Just keep your head down, y/n, those guys are dangerous, I mean it. They take whatever they want, whenever they want, whether people like it or not”
Harry’s words kept echoing into your mind, Tommy’s crystal eyes immediately piercing your soul when you quickly reached for their privè.
There was some sort of unsettling stravation sailing through his granitic irises, while he shamelessly stared at you, barely blinking his eyelids, and a cheeky grin peered out on his angular face. Breath unexpetedly shattered into your throat, your forearms rippled with evident goosebumps, as you truly began to see what that previous alarming reccomendation was about.
Your heart grievously skipped a beat because of that abrupt scene mercilessly flashing before your tired eyes. A huge amount of air was forcefully shoved down your pharynx in a miserable effort to put to rest any of your conflicting emotions, yet you didn’t seem able to abort your detrimental thoughts; once more, your restless glare fell on the wooden pendulum clock pinned to the wall in front of your queen size bed.
“Oh my God, what happened?”
Thomas watched your hexyl hand shake before your open mouth, an expression of pure horror mixed with shock virulently took over your soft features at the sight of bleeding abhorrent wounds mutilating his marble skin.
“Let me in”
That order dropped from his busted lips, but it sounded like nothing more than a feeble prayer, as he painfully cought up blood on your doormat.
His stomach unusually clenched when he sensed your tiny arms carefully wrap around his torsum for the very first time, in order to support his weight, thus his head innately tilted in your direction, making your noses rub one another by accident, while his icy-blue eyes carved deep into yours.
“You’re a fucking angel”
He whispered at the end of his rope, already being in a state of partial unconsciousness, therefore it took only a few more instants for him to effectively faint in your warm embrace.
That brief memory led Tommy to hastily lift his back, a crippling feeling of anxiety, along with deep overwhelming fear, came unbidden, having him struggle to inhale as much oxygen as possible, while he crawled towards the edge of the mattress, then sitting and propping both his elbows right above his knees; his left hand convulsely run through his face, like that simple gesture could’ve helped him get rid of those loathsome sensations devouring his guts from the inside.
Bells rang again, another hour went by, time continued to unrelentingly slip between his fingers.
“Just be rational for once!”
Tommy ferociously shouted in your face, thick veins appallingly throbbing in his neck, blood traces invading his white orbs; as usual, he was plainly too despotic and hardheaded to let anyone around him make their own decisions.
“I don’t see what the problem is, Thomas. You’ll find another bloody bartender, for God’s sake!”
Soon afterwards your reply brusted out in another yell and your hands started franticly moving into the air, as you were strenuosly fighting for your sacrosanct right to finally leave Birmingham and move to Paris to begin a whole new life, putting all of that shit behind you.
Yet, before your brain could process what was actually happening, you felt your back hardly clash with the cold brick wall, Tom’s mighty figure trapped yours forthwith, one of his fists vehemently grabbing a consistent strand of your hair, so to make your mouths collide in an unexpected tempestuous movement.
“That’s my fucking problem”
An atrocious knot cluttered up your gullet, forcing you to scarcely gasp for a fresh breath again, your velvet fingertips unwittingly went to brush your slightly wet lips, due to a lonely tear which had just tumbled from your full lashes.
You could almost sense his touch on your fervent skin.
Faltering, you dragged yourself on your feet and your shoulders shriveled, for a cool draft brutally hit your quivering body; with heavy steps, you reached for your wedding dress armonically rested on a copper mannequin. Ivory tulle coursed amidst your fingers, while your blurred vision remained anxiously fixed on that wonderful piece of haut couture at the fathal stroke of the third hour of the morning.
“You belong to me”
That husky grunt lingered the soft skin of your naked chest, instantly followed by Tommy’s luscious kisses, his callous palms utterly enveloping your curves as your live flesh superbly engulfed every inch of his length and his hips kept diving into yours, miraculously giving life to an exquisite blend.
He was revelling in the sight of your erotic beauty, he couldn’t just avert his thirsty glacial irises from your winsome shape now twitching with raw pleasure.
Those ruthless sequences of images irretrievably haunted his dark pupils, unfolding into his head over and over again. Thomas squeezed his eyelids nearly in physical pain, allowing himself to drown in his bittersweet memories: he was still perfectly able to feel your edges fill his hands, your voluptuous voice reawaken his numb ears, your mild thighs fondling his sharp pelvic bones.
“Fuck!”
All of a sudden, his hoarse tone clamorously reverberated in the room, brutally tearing apart the previous stillness, while Tommy berserkly stood up and, affected by a pernicious choler, he savagely ravaged every single thing in his path, until the floor was completely covered in shards and his breathing showed clear symptoms of hyperventilation.
Everything was shot in pieces because of him, because of his pathetic selfishness and his shameless arrogance; you had loved him from your skin to your bones, never leaving his side, offering him a safe harbour from his private hell, stoking that cataclysmic fire, only to let it consume yourself with each passing day. He’d always been aware of that, in truth, he’d always felt the same about you, still, he had treated you like nothing more than one of his whores; afterall, it was just a matter of priority, and business was his one and only priority, obviously. So, when you had eventually presented him with a definitive choice, demanding to know what your strange affair truly meant to him, he had almost laughed in your face, deliberately making it clear that, whatever that thing was, it would’ve never become something more.
The thought that in the end you might have really left him didn’t even remotely cross his mind, not once; nevertheless, barely a year later, you were about to marry another man, and it was too late for him to fix all of his uncountable mistakes.
❝ There will be another’s hands on her skin, Tommy. He’s gonna hold her, he’s gonna take your place, and it was your fault, you wreck everything you touch ❞
That voice inside his brain continued to scream that obnoxious truth with no mercy, steadily driving him to madness, violently gouging dire tears from his hollow eyes. Intoxicating fury festered his already rotten blood, pushing him to throw several raging punches at the door, excruciating shrieks kept escaping his maw, until two deep dents ploughed it and his bleeding knuckles broke under the abnormal strain of his animalistic blows.
Thomas surrendered to his agonizing sorrow, soon he let his empty corpse fall against the damaged wooden surface, his fractured fists henceforth laying along either side of his bust, while his growling voice didn’t seem to find peace, as it was still spilling from his lips into deafening cries alternated to beastly snarls and sporadic curses.
Sure, Tommy Shelby had learnt far too soon what pain and darkness were, he had experienced death, loss, abandon, even the gory war itself, but never before that wretched day he had felt his soul disintegrate into his aching ribcage in such a diabolical, cruel, inhuman way.
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Day Twelve
Hi darlings, I hope you are all well! Stay safe and LOUD! If you need a little break, here is something to read! Love to you all, and my boo @dirtystyles for being my friend and beta!
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Day 12: The One With The Request
"Babe?" Harry called from the door.
Elise barely heard him from the inside of the shower cubicle. Her shower cubicle.
"Sorry, love!" He cooed when he opened the door and she jumped. His voice did little to calm her racing heart. "I didn't mean to scare you."
She turned her head to look at him, keeping her naughty bits pointed at the shower head instead of in his line of sight. "It's alright. Now I don't have to workout today thanks to this adrenaline rush."
"You were gonna work out with me today?" He was pouting.
"Well, no." She laughed despite feeling slightly uncomfortable, him fully clothed and her naked as the day in the shower. "But it sounds better than I knew I was gonna be lazy, doncha think?"
He smiled for her. "I thought I'd missed an opportunity. Any way I can convince you?" He settled his thumb into the waist band of his sweatpants and his large hand covered most of his bulge. Harry was a morning person. He liked getting up early, well early for quarantine. And he -liked- mornings, the last two days had taught her. While she'd always thought of sex as a night time activity, at least for normal people not sneaking around, she was learning the different flavors to pleasure, the soft glow of morning, playful delights of afternoons, and intense connection of late nights. Of all these, Harry seemed most interested in slow rolling morning fucks.
She'd snuck away this dawn to shower by herself before he roused. He had effectively wiped her nerves, well any and all negative things, from her mind last night after their Friends marathon. All of the thoughts that had invaded after his comments about finishing all ten seasons in three days got to her. Elise was glad he really only turned to look at her face when he asked if she was hungry, before making them sandwiches, on the remaining bread, and smoothies. Afterwards, she'd laid on his chest and he wasn't able to see that her mind was not on the televised shenanigans, but that they had an expiration date. Once the show was over, they were too.
They had always had an expiration date she supposed, from that sneeze, but things had changed for her. Elise had been developing more than a crush on him since the minute they crossed his threshold. She knew it was more when he'd joked about shaving his head, the curls, just to see the online response and her brain had commented, hot. Harry without his curls still totally appealed to her. She was sunk. And then, they'd cuddled, and flirted. And that was before they got to the kissing and the cavorting.
Did cavorting cover what they had been doing? He'd had her on multiple flat surfaces by this point, and the stairs had been too long to make it up them the night before. Her neck was not thanking her. And his bed. The hours they'd whiled away in bed. All the eye contact and sweet nothings meant something to her.
She'd woken up hazy and high. The love he'd made, and she had no other way to describe it, to her last night was different than the slow and precise focus on her pleasure the day before, the bread making shenanigans and the couch fumble and stair fuck.
He'd been patient like the morning one, and silly like in the kitchen, and insatiable like on the sofa, but he'd been all of them simultaneously and worshipful too.
Elise was smiling when she woke up. Their heads were on the same pillow, his bigger body wrapped around her and creating a buffer from everything outside. All the nothing outside. Even emptier after this. He had shut off her worries last night, but doubled her fear of loss doing it.
Elise now had something to lose.
Once she'd truly woken up, she needed some distance. Either she was gonna have to detach and take this for what it was, a 14 day fever dream, with the last three being particularly fanfic worthy. Or she was going to have to have a conversation with Harry about what came next.
Elise was not sure which was more terrifying. She supposed she had opportunity for the talk now, though she was not sure she could feel more vulnerable.
"Right." Harry suddenly said and shucked his shorts off like a husk of corn.
"What are you doing?" She noted his dick was flaccid. Which made her feel sad and relieved. A brain scrambling or the intimacy his hard cock led to was more than she could cope with while she found her words.
"Well I was going to get in the shower with you. If that's ok?" God, why did he always ask!? It put the ball in her court, and she was horrible at sports, and it made him more wonderful every time.
"Um, I'm kind of sore." She was. If she was honest.
He palmed himself, he'd chubbed up a little by now. "Honestly, I'm assuming from the color of your skin, I'm gonna have some shrinkage from the scalding—"
"You could use it." She grinned.
"You want my dick to be smaller?" God, his damn face.
She shrugged. "Might help with the soreness."
"But not the orgasms." He pointed like a gun.
"I'm confident you would find a way to use it well."
"Ah! I'll take the implied compliment!" He squared his shoulders and bloomed, his dimples filling up with negative space and his jaw getting more geometric. "Now, can I come in?"
"Yeah, why are you standing in the cold, dork?" She couldn't resist him. Did she really want to? Out of fear?
"Dork! Alright, onto the name calling portion of the morning!" He curled up to her back. "Don't hold back, tell me how you feel."
She laughed and stood with the showers spray on her front and Harry's solid warmth on her back.
"Really," he said a moment later, in the vicinity of her neck. "Tell me how you feel."
"What?"
"You get shy in the morning." He kissed her ear. "Talk to me. It's important."
"I'm nervous." She would have jostled her shoulders up and down, but his weight was on them.
"I can tell. Am I that intimidating?"
"No, not anymore." She revolved in his arms and wrapped hers around his middle. The bread pudge offering a handle.
"Don't be nervous. Just relax and tell me what you're thinking." He tilted her chin up to look at him. "When you can."
She came up on her tippy toes and kissed him then. It led to a lovely make up session that proved how water did not cause permanent shrinkage. She raised her eyebrows at the presence between them. Elise was way more open by now, but Harry just said, "it'll go down." And kept kissing her until the water went cold, a pruny feat with such a large water heater. She hadn't talked though. She was working up to it.
"C'mon. Let's go downstairs. I want to cook you breakfast."
"You want to cook ME breakfast?" He said and google eyed at her. "Should I be scared?"
"Terrified!" She laughed and set about making French toast with the shop bought bread they had abandoned for his homemade loaf.
She still was scared, but he made her forget. He always made her forget her fears. She was gonna have to find some time alone to come up with what she was gonna say, how she felt exactly, so she could tell him. That was way scarier than anything else, but she was gonna pull up her big girl panties, cover them in the security of real clothes and then talk. No matter how scary, she had to do some emotional lifting here too. And despite her misgivings, she knew she was safe.
Even if she didn't get the answer she wanted, that this was her new address, and Harry was crazy about her, and they were getting married as soon as she could meet Anne.
Ok, well, that was a little crazy and not what she wanted either.
The relationship, or dating, and maybe meeting Anne someday in the nearish future did sound pretty amazing though. Getting to be with Harry sounded like a life she didn't know she wanted. Couldn't dream up.
But, if he said, "I like you, but we should take this as what it was, the beginning of a beautiful friendship with some delightful fringe benefits," and then eyed her up and loved her goodbye, she would be ok. And she would have been honest with somebody and they hadn't turned her away or ignored her. In fact, this time would be healing. She'd shown all her Dorian Gray style invisible scars and been accepted. Elise would have gained something, a chance at the future. Acceptance, the opportunity to forgive herself.
Just not everything she wanted. But who got everything they wanted? And once you got it, was it a dream or a curse?
Maybe she got to have it right now because this was ephemeral. A half life of some sort where time and decisions didn't stick.
In any case, whatever he said, the point was naming what she wanted and then being open and honest about it despite the outcome. She needed to do that.
Her decision was made once she had clothes on, and through the French toast she whipped the hell out of to get the fluffy edges she liked. Through his smile and extra extra moans of enthusiasm. Their couch make out session and his tongue between her legs, "it'll help the soreness."
It didn't, not necessarily, but it didn't hurt, and it distracted her from the high wire act she was performing. Her need to tell him, and supreme reluctance to at the same time.
All she could compare it to was being in Costa Rica three years ago and standing on the edge of the waterfall. She was the last one to jump. Well, her mother had entirely sat that day out. Derided them for even wanting to go. Her sister had made a show, but she'd been a swimmer and liked everybody looking at her on the ledge of the rock in her bikini. Her dad faced down guns, this wasn't scary to him. They'd both gone before her.
It was scary to her. It was exhilarating too. What was beneath the water? Would she come out clean? A different person? Braver?
She'd desperately wanted to blithely hop off with a pirouette, a flounce or show on her way to absolution. She hadn't. Of course, but she done it, held her nose and closed her eyes as she jumped. But she got to feel the rush of the air around her and the chill of the water's embrace. Clean.
Her heart pounded in that familiar rhythm while she lay on Harry's couch with him and through the take out.
"Harry?" She asked. Elise had found all of her courage bundled up, thrown it in a kerchief over her shoulder to prepare for this talk. It was time.
He didn't respond. And she wasn't sure she could do the talking looking at him. She stretched up from her chest pillows and planted her face above his birds. "Harry?" She was closer to his neck now. Hopefully he would hear her.
Then she heard him let out a piggie snort.
Oh, he was napping. She should have known, he hadn't moved his hands down over her ass or made a comment about anything, or suggested they do something like make a huge obstacle course or try the Murph challenge in at least 5 minutes. A still Harry was a sleeping Harry.
Well, she supposed that meant the talk was out. Elise retreated to her room to read.
To worry and freak out, and lose her nerve. Who knew she was so good at multitasking? She chuckled at herself as she read her 6th chapter.
"Hey babe." She looked up from where she was sat in the window to see his post nap face, lined from the unsatisfactory pillows on the couch and swollen. His eyes ringed with fluid like an alien baby. "Where'd you go?"
He walked all the way in and sat on the bed, her bed.
"You predictably fell asleep, so I came to read so I wouldn't disturb you." She closed her book, but kept her body away from him.
"You don't disturb me." He casually threw out. He stretched, she watched, of course, and caught sight of the lush planes of his hips. "Why're you in here?" He said after a little shiver.
"Um, well, ya see, my things are in here and it's my room." Elise tried for blithe and bonny.
"Hmmm, we should move your stuff into the master. It's more comfortable—"
"Than the couch?"
"Well, obviously." He rolled his eyes and reached for her hand. She was mirroring his postion without deciding to turn to him. "It would be easier if you just had your things in with me. You'll be sleeping in there anyways."
"Will I?"
He made a weird face at her. "Not if you don't want to, but I really wish you would." He turned her hand over and traced her palm. "We don't have to have sex, if you don't want to. But, I'd like you close." Then he looked back up at her with the full power of his green tractor beam eyes and slow blinked in his hypnotic way.
Wait, why wouldn't she want to have sex. "Why wouldn't I want you?" She let slip.
He grinned shyly. "If you want me, all you have to do is ask."
"And if I'm not brave enough?" She was not brave enough for the rest of this conversation today.
"I think you are brave enough, you just have to let yourself be, but if you aren't," he stood up and pulled her gently to him, "then just kiss me, like this—"
His illustration was thorough, and varied and moved down her neck and under her top.
They hadn't done it on this bed before.
"I've never had sex in here." He commented when he was pulling down her shorts and withdrawing a condom from his pocket as he pushed his down.
"That's convenient." She pointed at the skin in his fingers. She was gonna ignore the other comment.
"Seems like it was good planning on my part." He shrugged.
"You planned this?" She was being brave, and climbing up to straddle him. He was heavy and full in her hand.
"Hoped." He put his hand to her mouth and she wet his fingers like he liked. He spread the saliva over the head of his cock and then dipsticked her, petting her clit until she writhed. "You ready?"
"I don't know, you tell me." She placed him at her entrance, and slid down until the pressure prevented her. She wasn't sure she'd ever be totally ready for him right off the bat. His hands caught her hips and helped her inch off and in until she was resting on his laurels. Her head fell back.
"Yeah, you're ready." He smiled. His hands stayed on her hips, occasionally plucking at her nipples or caressing her back and ass while she set the pace. Rocking up and down on him like a boat making its way to the harbor. The waves got rougher and Elise leaned forward to go with them. His hands offering more help as she surfed her way to shore. She leaned back when her destination was within reach and his thumb found a rhythm over her wet crux that helped her go the last bit of the distance.
"Harry!" She cried and lost her rhythm, was pulled under the waves and brought to the horizon. He rolled them over and lifted her leg up over his shoulder to maneuver her to his own end. His weather was rougher and had she not already come it might have been too much. As it was, she gripped his shoulder and went with him, shaking and pulsing while he stilled and filled her.
"Oh Elise." He said into her hair. He pulled back and gave her a hazy look. The soft smile that played on his lips was one she'd never seen before. He looked like a warm bun. He kissed her mouth once more and buried his face in her neck. Elise knew his propensity for falling asleep, had seen it in action. She did not want to become glued to him, well, not really. She'd thought about entwining their fingers like when she twisted up paper clips as a child, so they'd never come apart, but that had been a fantasy. You didn't want to be that close to anyone all the time she reckoned. Even if you loved them.
Loved?
Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! Did she just think she loved Harry. Did she love Harry? Could you love someone so quickly? Her hand was in his hair still. It had stopped moving and she was afraid she might have jerked at it. Woken him. He seemed content though, heavy and sleepy. She ran her fingers through his downy curls, for the pleasure of it, like pressing on a bruise, she redoubled her masHer lips drifted down to kiss the top of his head. Elise was about to wiggle away from him to freak out. She needed to freak out. Fuck! Three days?!? She had three days to get over it. And now the conversation she had been psyching herself up for was much scarier.
Harry's breathing wasn't even and deep, and she was starting to worry about the condom full of spunk inside her. Just as she was about to make her move he startled her. "Arghhhh!" Was what came up when he lifted his head and his body away, wilting away from her.
"Jesus! You scared me!" He gave a nervous chuckle.
"I scared you! You woke from the dead on top of me and I scared you?" She joined in his laughter.
"The dead? I wasn't even asleep! I was listening to your heart rate." He bussed her lips and pulled off the condom, tied it. "It got all crazy. And they aren't serious when they call it a little death. It's more like a little life right? I mean it's the engine of life and such, is sex."
He was on a ramble. "I'm too fucked out for you to be this philosophical." Elise sighed.
"Well, you know what I mean?" He looked at her.
"Nobody ever knows what you mean!" She laughed, but she actualll did get him here. Why a little death when it was the act that made life? Made you feel most alive.
"Anyways," he rolled his eyes. "Your heart got all crazy, so I figured we needed to get moving, or you needed to poo or something."
Her face conveyed her disgust. "Harry!"
He laughed at her response. "Go to the bathroom, then I have a very serious choice for you! Scrabble, or the hot tub."
"I'm not playing Scrabble with you! I know you're a ringer."
"Naked hot tub it is!" He celebrated.
Elise thought of her nethers and reconsidered. "Tell me more about Scrabble."
She shouldn't have even bothered giving herself a choice. Elise wound up in the same place. She wasn't sure she would be able to walk tomorrow; she winced when he pulled out, but stayed atop her caging her body in.
"Let the record show, I won!" Harry smiled down at her, a bead of sweat rolling down his nose.
"I won at Scrabble." She was offended!
"Yeah, maybe." He put his nose into her neck and took a big inhale. "But I won at life."
She felt like a winner too.
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Nuna
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 3,4 k
Part: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [extra]
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POV You
You've been looking at the screen for an hour rereading the message from Jungkook over and over again.
'Your "everything okay " it's:
a) everything okay, because nothing to happen
b) everything okay, because I want repeat that night
c) everything okay, because I don't want talk to you anymore '
You must have visual hallucinations, you still couldn't believe it was really true. Is he drunk again? What goes wrong? You reread the message again, maybe you misunderstood the second answer. His phrase 'It wasn't an accident' came to your mind. No, it's definitely crazy for this kid, and that's why he's trying to drive you crazy. There is no other explanation! You wrote the answer 'a)' and sent it. I hope it's going to be like this. I don't want to be awkward between us.
The sound of the notification sounded almost immediately, and you wondered if he was still awake. By unlocking the phone you calmed down to see a message from Yoongi. You asked him why they didn't sleep so late, and he said he only drinks with Jin, and everyone else went to bed before midnight. You wrote that you'd go to bed too and say good night to them. You was looking at correspondence with Yoongi. Despite the fact that he can write vulgar messages like today 'Do you want me to come and undress you? I can even rub the your back in the shower😊' there was never anything between you. Even a hint of some kind of intimacy or desire. You knew all his girlfriends, and he knew about your guys. You often had coffee together and discussed things you couldn't discuss with Jin. So why does a man who has always behaved calmly and once again did not look in your direction suddenly kisses you, says that it was not an accident and then also asks if I want to repeat? 'So don't think about it,' you stopped thinking afterwards.
You got up and took a shower. After the shower, you put on your new pajamas and went to bed. You lit the scented candles by the bed, their pleasant smell filled your bedroom, and the warm light from the fire complemented the pleasant atmesphere. When you felt that you were already falling asleep you put out the candles, and turning on the other side immediately fell asleep.
You were lying on the bed with your feet and your hands tied with a rope. You didn't see anything because of the blindfold. You felt the bed bent under someone's weight. You couldn't remember how you got here. You couldn't move. Out of fear, even the ability to speak was lost. The body was overlooking you and the hot lips left a slight kiss on your lips. "It wasn't an accident" a low whisper of a familiar voice whispered into your ear. You almost screamed and stood up sharply.
"Sleep... it was just a dream..." You whispered. All your clothes and hair were sweaty. The sensations were too real... You got up and went to wash, changing the pijalus you went back to bed ... Although the desire to close his eyes again was not, even in spite of the sleepiness. Every time your brain was overloaded with thoughts you had dreams you couldn't move. It's like the weight of those thoughts was so heavy that until you get rid of them, you can't move. When you calmed down, you closed your eyes again, leaving a small nightlight that filled the room with a pleasant purple light. This time she fell asleep and no dreams visited you until the morning.
The sound of an alarm clock ripped you out of your sleep. You reached out on the bed before you got up, stretching all the muscles. You got up and went to the bathroom, you followed into the kitchen and then came back from the bedroom with a cup of fragrant coffee. An hour later, you were ready to go. You put on your sportswear and took a case of clothes to change after the gym. You didn't have any urgent work today, and you agreed to help a friend take pictures, her makeup artist was on vacation and it would take her ages to find a new one. You put everything you needed and left the house. After the gym, you took a shower, put on your make-up and came out of the dressing room. You looked at yourself from head to toe in the mirror, today you chose a white blouse with high neck and red wide-leg pants with high waist, and white stilettos. Whoever's in the photoshoot, you have to make a good impression. You fix your lace braid ponytail hairstyle and went outside.
When you got in the car, you rode to the studio. There was a phone call. Looking at the screen, you never doubted it was Jin.
"Good morning. Why are you calling?" you said when answering the phone
"Yes, I'm glad to hear you too, ________! Judging by your voice, you're fine. Wait, are you in the car? Didn't you have a day off today?" replied Jin. Screams and laughter could be heard in the background, and you realized that they were probably all in the car together, too.
"It should be. But I was bored and agreed to help a friend. I'll call you back later, I've already arrived."
"Have a good work. Bye"
"Bye" you answered and hung up.
You went into the studio and saw a group of flower boys sitting on the couch. You looked at your watch, are you too late. No, you still had time to spare. As soon as they saw you together they got up and bowed, greeting loudly. You said hello back. When you found your friend, you asked "Am I late?" looking back at a group of guys.
"Ooh... You came. Your place is there. And these kids came an hour early. I almost got a heart attack, I thought my watch was broken. So don't worry. They are a young group that is preparing for the debut, theydon't have schedule yet, they were so excited that they asked the manager to come early. We have already asked a million questions how everything will be and what they will have to do. Too excited. You can look at them suddenly someone should make a mask while we had a time. First there will be individual shooting you can paint them one at a time right before you start. I left a sketch book on your desk with the order and the theme of the photoshoot" after listening it you went to the dressing room. Having decomposed all the brushes and cosmetics, you carefully studied all the notes. Right, you need to look at the boys.
You went back and went up to the guys looking at them. "Everyone has good skin, well done you take good care of it. I'll apply makeup in the order of individual shooting" they nodded.
"They don't need masks there and your skin is very good. Will your staff prepare everything soon?" you asked a friend.
"We finished earlier than we thought. Oh, can I take some backstage photos while you put on your makeup?"
"No problem" you replied. "Guys go to the dressing room, we'll start soon."
The photo shoot went quite quickly. You got the notification. Going into the shared chat you saw your photo, which Jimin sent. You were standing full-length and made makeup for one of the guys. Or rather, not even a photo, it was a screen with photos of the backstage. Your face was too close, 'ohh that's why he always blushed', you thought. You read the caption and practically laughed 'my friend hubae wrote that he fell in love with the nunu make-up artist because she's very beautiful, and he said you stretched your wrist when you helped carry the box with the equipment'. These kids talk too much... You didn't even have time to start typing the answer as your phone rang. You picked up the phone.
"You have nothing to do? What the fuck are you carrying boxes? There's no staff?" Jin shouted into the tube.
"Jin, it's a slight stretch. I put a bandage on my arm. So i'll be fine in a couple of days. Nothing bad happened. Stop acting like my mom."
"Go to the hospital and have your wrist examined by a specialist. Not forcing me to repeat twice!"
"OK, ok... As soon as I'm done, I'll go to the hospital. Don't you have a schedule for today, why do you have time to lecture me about health?"
"I'm very busy, so stop me worrying about you. I can't focus on my job. Ok bye" he hung up. 'Crazy' you thought to yourself looking at the screen.
After the hospital, you went to the supermarket to buy groceries for dinner. When you came home, you dialed Jin while you were walking toward the house.
"I'm fine. I was at the doctor's, like I said, a slight sprain in a couple of days. I can't strain my hand for a couple of days. So I’m going to stay at home sorting out the accumulated cases."
"Excellent. Should I come to see you? Can I help with something?"
"Don't you have a schedule anymore?"
"Yes the last meeting was canceled so we are free. We decided to roll up a hyung party while the maknaes are busy with their own business"
"Where have you already sent the younger ones?"
"We don't kick them out. Jimin and Taehyung went to the spa, Jungkook arranged to meet with friends. So if you're bored, come to us."
"I think I'll stay home. And I wish you a good rest. I'm already on my floor. I'm hanging up," you said as you exited the elevator. Raising your head you froze on the spot
"You're to have good rest, too. Bye" said Jin and hung up.
You were standing there holding your phone by your ear. In front of you stood Jungkook who was leaned on your door. When he saw you, he smiled and came up to you picking up a bag with groceries. "I heard you hurt your wrist. So I'm here to help you make dinner," he said. "I hear you're dating friends, so why are you here?"
"I couldn't tell the others I was going to you because I wanted to see you," he said as if you were discussing the weather.
"Jungkook you can not lie to your friends just because you want to see someone there"
"You're not "someone"..."
"Jungkook what if I wasn't alone? What if I was with Jin? Did you even think about it?" you said.
"Nuna I hear you're dating some idole, is that true?"
What this child is talking about.
"What the... First of all, I didn't date with the idole, we're just friends, secondly it's none of your business with who and what I do... Although no, not so... First of all, it's none of your business with who and what I do, and secondly, I haven't met the idole, we're just friends."
"Are you acting with all your friends like that?"
"Jungkook doesn't think you're crossing the line"
"Don't draw a line so I don't have to cross it. Why don't we go to the apartment or do you want your neighbors to keep listening to our conversation?"
A deep breath, you walked past him and opened the door. You went inside.
"I seem to have given my answer. So why are you acting like this? Let's just pretend there wasn't anything, and that night wasn't there at all."
"Don't want" lifting a bag of groceries, he went into the kitchen. You were standing by the door who couldn't move. What did this kid just say, 'Don't want', has he gone crazy at all?
You heard the noise of water in the kitchen. You're direction towards the kitchen. He had already taken off his jacket and was in t-shirts. After washing his hands, he spread the food in the fridge. "Oh you have soju. Let's cook kimci-jjigae, you love it right. I'm so hungry. Let's also have some meat" he said it so calmly and just took out the right ingredients on the countertop. You were in complete shock, the only thing you could do was just watch what was going on in your kitchen. "Go change, or you'll get dirty. You look very beautiful, by the way. Don't wear more short dresses like the last date."
You just walked out of the kitchen in silence and went into the bedroom. You went to the bed and sat down. What's going on? Is this some kind of parallel universe? Your brain refused to accept information about what was happening. You were just sitting there staring at the wall. Why there's no thought in your collusion? What do you do? How do you even must react to his behavior. Does he like me? Did he want to see me because he missed me? That's crazy. Can call Jin, although no he will arrange a tantrum. Maybe call Yoongi and ask what you should do. Why don't you call the emergency services? You fool, what a rescue service, completely crazy. You fell on the bed unable to return to the kitchen. It's just dinner you can handle. Talk to him after. You got up and went back to the kitchen.
He's already cut everything and set the table. "I don't cook very well. But I've prepared all the right ingredients for the recipe I've found." he said, pointing to the table near the stove and smiling broadly.
"I need a drink," you said, looking at him. He went to the fridge, took out a can of beer opened it and handed it to you. "It will be a long evening" you whispered under your nose while taking a sip of beer.
You came over and started cooking while he told me how his day went. Half an hour later the dinner was ready and you sat down at the table. You sat silently, wondering how to talk to him.
"I like you" he said it in such a calm voice as if he asked to pass the salt. You looked up at him, "I said I liked you. A long time. I want to be with you. I want to hug and kiss you. So fall in love with me, I'm not going to back down" from the shock, your spoon falling from your hand falling to the floor.
"Jungkook what you... How can you say that to me? I'm already silent about the age difference or the fact that I'm Jin's best friend. How do you imagine that? Can you meet with anyone at all under the contract? Can you then behave calmly when we broke up, spending time in one company?"
"Why are you thinking about the end if the beginning hasn't even happened yet"
"Because I understand where this will lead, and I know who will be hurts, it not will be me. Why are you so careless?"
"Because I like you. I don't care if I get hurt."
"Do you want to sleep with me? So let's do this and forget about it. What? You like me? Relationship? Love? What are you even talking about?"
"If I needed just sex, I wouldn't stop that night and you know it. I know this might sound silly to you. But why can't you give me a chance? Let's try, we not to tell anyone. Let's just try it if you don't like it and i'll forget it. I'll pretend it never happened."
"How do you imagine that? Do you want to go on dates? You? On a date? With a girl? When will everyone recognize you, should you only appear on the street?"
He got up from the table and went to the table near the sofa. Taking one of the candles he lit it and put it on your table in the middle.
"Why can't it be a date? Delicious food and pleasant company. I'm sorry, next time I'll get some flowers."
Your head was about to explode.
"Ok. No jealousy, no commitment and no demands. The others act like there's nothing. And no one owes anyone anything. As soon as one of us gets bored we are forgetting about everything that was. Do you agree?"
"Agreed," he said broadly smiling. "So today is our first day?"
"What another first day, this is a demo version. We're not dating!" why did you even agree to it?
"Okay, good... let this be the first day of our demo version," he said, and all you had to do was roll your eyes.
He reached out and took you by the hand of the binding fingers. "Do you often correspond with Yoongi?"
"No jealousy, no commitment and no demands," you reminded him.
"I'm not jealous, I'm just curious"
"Just as often as with Jin"
The rest of the dinner was held in silence. After you cleaning the table and washed the dishes, you went to the living room turn on the TV. He quickly put the dishes in it place.
"Do you want more beer?" he asked pulling two cans out of the fridge.
"Yes, I will. I thought you didn't want to drink today."
"I didn't drink because you'd could say I got drunk and that's why I'm saying, I like you," he said sitting next to you. Before handing you the beer, he left a light kiss on your lips.
"What are you..." you stopped yourself in the middle of the phrase.
"I can't kiss you?"
You didn't answer and just kept watching TV.
"Can I kiss you? I want to hear the answer" he turned to you completely and asked again.
Turning your head you kissed him drowning out the stream of his speech. This time the kiss was long. He was gentle. He hugged you with one hand pulling closer. Your skin is covered with goosebumps. A few minutes later he pulled away from you smiling "Let's watch the movie" he just turned to the TV completely hugging you.
What? Watch movie? What's he talking about? Okay, you don't have to give in to his provocations. You kept watching the movie laughing. When it was over, he looked at the watch "I have to go back to the dorm" he said rising from the couch. "I hope I get wishes from you for a quiet night?"
"I'll look at your behavior," you said as you climbed off the couch.
"Did I behave badly today?" he hugged you, "I helped you cook dinner, set the table, and helped you wash the dishes. I'm a 'dream', not a boyfriend."
You looked at him raising an eyebrow. Yey 'dream'... Of course... On your head appeared not one gray hair because of his behavior ... "You seem to be go to leave, 'dream'?" you said, but he just smiled and kissed you on the cheek.
"Mmm... I'm leaving. Unfortunately, it's too early to get up tomorrow. So I'd cann't stay longer." You followed him. He turned and pressed you against the wall. This time the kiss was imbued with lust, creating a desire within you. He clung tightly to you with his body. He lifted you up by getting you to grip his waist with your feet. He was squeezing your ass with his hands while he rubbed his hard dick on your crotch by touching the clit. The movement made you moan in his mouth. You definitely wanted him. But before you knew what happened, he put you on the floor and took a step back. You stood leaning on the walls looking at him wide open his eyes. He quickly adjusted his clothes, leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, " he said with a broad smile. He turned and left the apartment. You slid down the wall and sat on the floor.
A what? He's gone? He got me excited and left? How could he leave me like this? Breathing was heavy, heat in the crotch and wet with the excitement of panties. And he just left? You were sitting on the floor and still didn't believe it. He decided to play with you. Usually you were the one who left the guys in this state after to turn around and leave.
"Well, let's play..."
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Boston Boys [Part Three]
Summary: After returning home from visiting family, Elsa becomes the victim of a bank robbery and kidnapping.
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC
Word Count: 2420
Chapter Warnings: language, bank robbery, kidnapping, guns.
Square Filled: The entire series (bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo.
A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)
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The front door of the Manhattan penthouse opened; Elsa groaned and put a rush on finishing her makeup. Though it was her first night home in a while, she had hoped that she could avoid seeing her mother until breakfast the next day at the earliest. The staccato beat of heels clicking against the wood floor of the common parts of the place told Elsa she wasn’t going to be so lucky.
“I thought you weren’t coming in until tomorrow,” Margaret commented, inviting herself into Elsa’s room and kissing her daughter on the cheek.
Elsa scowled and wiped away the lipstick on her face. She touched up the foundation and powder there, then went back to choosing a lip color.
“I wasn’t expecting to,” Elsa lied, “but Brie and Ben are having a dinner get-together, so I thought I’d come into the city early. I’ll probably catch up with Brie afterwards.”
Margaret sighed as she inspected her newly-manicured nails. “Maybe she can talk you into coming home for good.”
Elsa dropped a lip gloss into her clutch and stood from the makeup table. “Let it go, Mother. I like Boston. I like the university, I like working at the bank. Why is it so horrible that in my mid-twenties --”
“Late twenties,” Margaret interrupted.
“Why is it so horrible that no matter my age, I want something different than what you thought my life was going to be? I appreciate every single thing that you and Dad have done for me. I appreciate every penny that you have poured and do pour into my education. Do I think it’s fair that you let Alexis and Daniel do whatever they wanted after undergrad and paid for it because they stayed in the city, but because I wanted out, I have to pay my own way outside of school? Absolutely not.” She sighed. “I’m not getting anywhere. My point is, Mother, that I’m happy. I like figuring life out for myself. Yeah, it’s rough sometimes, but I’m getting there. And I like it.”
Margaret shook her head. “You’ve had so many opportunities afforded to you, Elsa. I only wish you could see the potential in yourself that your father and I see in you.”
As her mother walked away, Elsa said nothing. This wasn’t the first time Margaret had deemed her daughter a disappointment, and Elsa was certain it wouldn’t be the last. Deciding not to dwell on it for the moment, she finished what she needed to do to be ready to meet her friends.
The dinner party was pleasant enough. Elsa was able to catch up with several friends she hadn’t seen in several months. She always enjoyed the time with the people she had grown up with, but the longer she was away, the more distant she felt from most of them. Only Ben and Brie seemed grounded enough from the posh New York lifestyle they had all grown up with to make Elsa feel like she was still part of the circle.
She was deep in thought over this while she helped Brie clean up. She was loading the dishwasher, but had been rinsing the same plate for a few minutes now.
Ben shooed her away. “You’re not really thinking about dishes, Els. You and Brie get a glass of wine and go talk. I’ve got this.”
Elsa gave him a grateful smile. She poured two glasses of wine, then went to find Brie putting the dining room back into its normal arrangement.
“Your husband said he’s got the rest, that we should talk.”
Brie smiled and accepted the glass of wine, then followed Elsa out to the balcony. Brie handed her a cigarette, put one between her own lips, then lit both of them. Smoke rolled from Elsa’s lips, followed by a sip of wine. She followed that pattern for a couple of minutes; smoke out, wine in.
“So, how’s Beantown? Really, I mean,” Brie asked. “Nevermind everything you told everyone else. Be real with me.”
“I’m always real with you,” Elsa chuckled. “Boston really is great. I love it there. The university is amazing. I actually like my job at the bank. I mean -- it’s not makeup and YouTube, but it gets me by.”
Brie laughed. “Shut up. I love what I do.”
“I know you do. You have a real passion for it. The thing is, I love what I’m doing. My passion is history and film, and I’m putting those together. The bank is getting me by, and I do like working there. I just … Margaret can’t keep her thoughts to herself, and it gets me thinking.”
“Oh, please,” Brie sighed, rolling her eyes, “please tell me your mother isn’t on her ‘you’re not living up to your potential’ bullshit again. Do you know how many people we just had dinner with who would kill to be in your position? To be out from under their parents, to be living their own lives? But they’re too scared to be without the money. They don’t have that potential, Elsa. You do.”
Elsa smiled at her friend. “Thanks, Brie. That helps.”
“Good. Now, let’s get down to the really important information.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“Are you getting laid?”
Elsa laughed so hard, her wine spilled over onto her pants. She ran inside for some paper towels to mop it up, then was back out on the balcony, motioning for Brie to give her another cigarette. Once it was lit and she was back to her smoke and wine pattern, she sat back in the chair and shook her head.
“Not getting laid. Honestly, I don’t think about it that much. I’m focusing on school and work, you know? That keeps me busy enough.”
Brie shook her head. “All those beautiful Boston boys, and you’re not even taking advantage. I bet there’s a long line of them who would show up if they knew where you really came from.”
Elsa only shook her head. She had gone on dates with some guys from school, but nothing ever came from those outings -- and she was okay with that. She had other things to concentrate on.
After a bottle and a half of wine gone between the two of them, Elsa decided it was better to crash in the guest bedroom when they were ready to wind down. She’d hear it from her mother in the morning, but knowing her father would be there, laughing behind his daily Wall Street Journal print-outs made it all worth it.
The morning of the bank robbery, Elsa woke up before her alarm. She had slept better than she had in a while, being back in her own place in Boston. It used to be the reverse; she slept better in New York than anywhere else. Somewhere along the way, she guessed, Boston had become home.
She took the extra time to have breakfast, a cup of coffee, and take her time getting ready. She had been away from the bank for a week, and she wondered if the day would drag or go quickly back in her normal routine. She didn’t mind either way, she decided, since she was back to classes in the late afternoon as well.
When the masked, hooded group came into the bank, Elsa’s calm came to a screeching halt. There was yelling and screaming and crying -- so much was happening at once, but Elsa was stuck in her spot. All she could think about were the guns in their hands and the fact that it was her day with the code for the safe.
“Elsa! Elsa has the code!”
The words brought her back to the present as one of the men came towards her. He climbed over the counter; Elsa backed away from him, out of instinct.
“Are you Elsa?”
Fearing the words would be her last, she closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes.”
The man gestured towards the safe with his gun. “Open it, Elsa.”
Before she could think to stop her emotions, tears were flowing from her eyes. She kept the rest of her demeanor as calm as possible, and her brain raced to remember the code that had been in her email that morning. The numbers jumbled in her head and her fingers shook as she tried to make the keypad complete its intended function.
“C’mon! Open it!”
Another man in the group yelled from behind her, causing her to startle. Her tears rolled thicker and faster down her cheeks; the man standing with her put his hand over hers.
“You know the code,” he encouraged quietly. “We aren’t gonna hurt you, okay? We’re here for the money, not for any of you. Take a deep breath, try it again.”
Elsa closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath through her nose, then let it out through her mouth. She took her time, but didn’t linger. Finally, the numbers made sense and her fingers worked. The safe beeped three times, and the heavy door unlocked.
“Good girl,” the man commented before moving her aside. Elsa retreated to sit where the other tellers were huddled together as two of the men raced into the safe.
Maybe she would make it out of this alive. They were getting what they wanted, she had cooperated like they asked. They could take what they wanted and leave, and Elsa could forget this ever happened.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
A feminine voice cursed from the back room, and a fourth member of the group came racing towards the front. That person looked at the man who had overpowered the guard, gave a hand gesture, then turned to the group of tellers on the floor. Elsa locked eyes with the woman, and fear gripped her all over again. The woman gripped Elsa’s arm and tugged her up from the floor.
“You’re coming with us.”
Elsa struggled, but that only got her thrown in the back of a van and hit about the face. She could feel blood coming from near her hairline, but still all she could do was stay quiet and try not to show too much emotion.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Suddenly, the man who had told her to open the safe was between the two of them. The woman was accusing her of activating an alarm. The argument continued, but Elsa’s ears were ringing and she felt as though she might pass out.
The van sped away, bringing Elsa back again. Her hands were secured behind her back, and she was blindfolded and gagged. Elsa was aware of someone sitting next to her, but she was too afraid to move or ask questions.
She figured it was roughly twenty minutes before they stopped and someone helped her out of the van. The woman warned that they knew where her family lived, where she lived, and that if she talked to the police, there would be hell to pay.
Someone sat her down on the curb, and the now familiar voice of the man who had been at the safe with her directed her to sing her favorite song to herself before removing the blindfold. Elsa sang it twice before being sure they were gone. She nudged the bandanas away from her eyes and mouth with her shoulders before getting up from the curb and screaming for help.
The hospital was buzzing anyway, but being surrounded by police and medics only made Elsa more anxious. Too many people were coming and going, making it difficult for her to keep track of all of everyone. In her mind, if she didn’t know who was who, it was simply too easy for one of the robbers to come into the room and finish her off.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I know there’s a lot going on here, but Ms. Chapman needs some quiet, and I need the same to examine her. If you’ll excuse us, please.”
Elsa’s eyes met those of the young doctor waiting at the curtain for the room to clear. A nurse stayed behind, but Elsa already felt less tense with the three of them left in the room alone.
“Thank you for that,” she commented quietly.
“You’re welcome,” the doctor smiled, pulling on a pair of nitrile gloves. “I’m Dr. Juneau, this is my nurse, Elizabeth. Besides your head, can you tell me if you have any other injuries, Ms. Chapman?”
“Please, call me Elsa,” she began, “and no, I don’t think I’m hurt anywhere else.”
Dr. Juneau nodded. “To be on the safe side, if it’s all right with you, Elizabeth and I will help you into a gown, and we’ll do a full work up. Is that okay?”
Elsa agreed to change out of her clothes. Elizabeth put them in a bag, but Elsa had a feeling as soon as she got home, she’d strip out of those clothes and throw them away. Surely, she’d never wear that outfit again.
“All right, we’ve got this cut near your hairline -- should be easy to stitch up. We’ll get a plastics guy in here, make sure there’s little to no visible scarring. What’s your pain level?”
The exam was thorough, and went on for the next fifteen or twenty minutes, at least. Elsa was taken to imaging for x-rays and a CT scan, and when she returned to her room, Dr. Juneau was there with another doctor.
“This is Dr. Mackey,” she introduced. “He’ll take care of that cut on your head. You’ve got a concussion, as well, so I want you to take the rest of the week to rest. Really try to be as relaxed as you can. I know that won’t be easy, considering.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Elsa expected that Dr. Juneau would leave Dr. Mackey to it, but instead, she stayed at Elsa’s bedside, ready to hold her hand or talk her through the process, whatever Elsa needed.
“Dr. Juneau --”
“You can call me Aurelie.”
“Really, you don’t have to stay. I appreciate it and all, but I’m sure you’ve got other patients.”
Aurelie cleared her throat. “That’s true, but they’re all fine, for the moment. You told us you have no one in the area we can call, and since you won’t let us call your family …”
Tears welled in her eyes, certainly not for the first time that day. This time though, Elsa cried happily for the return of some semblance of the calm feeling she had when she had woken before her alarm that morning.
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